Posted by Civilian Sair Songz (Counselor) in side sim - Dinner with the Songz’s

Posted by Commander Shedda Mal’athar (Executive Officer) in side sim - Dinner with the Songz’s

Posted by Civilian Sair Songz (Counselor) in side sim - Dinner with the Songz’s
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Shedda watched Sair with Koro a little wistfully for a moment. Then she put it aside rather than dwell on not knowing. “Favorite…I hate to say that’s easy, but it is. That would have to be the Akuin of Thoveiturn. I spent a year studying the temple ruins in Carcoln Gap on Thoveiturn. After we discovered it, I spent a month trying to figure out the Slioskiolt. There are these massive rocks that have a refined internal crystalline structure and are filled with water. Once aligned and struck correctly the sound continues until one of the Slioskiolt is moved. The harmony and vibration is the most serene sound…feeling I’ve experienced. I sat there for hours, just listening.”

Shedda

Kel was fascinated. “I don’t know anything about studying ancient cultures, but did someone think they had a spiritual or religions purpose? Or were they just natural phenomenon that had a beautiful effect?” She had always been a more quiet person during meals, but mostly because mealtimes were more rushed. Her daughter though seemed to have grown chattier, though that made sense given her change in profession.

~Sair & Family.

Shedda rocked her head side to side. “We believe they are spiritual. Spiritual rather than religious because we found no mention of deities or supreme beings carved anywhere in the temple or the ruins. Or at least nothing that we translated to understand meant deity. We know the site was important because we found records at other locations that mentioned the temple at Carcoln Gap and individuals and groups making pilgrimages there. Records mention it as a place that brought peace to those that visited. And based on our study of other cultures we assume that means it is spiritual. But it could also be a place that people went to settle disputes. We have yet to discover a Rosetta Stone if you will that has allowed us to accurately translate their writing. The work on Thoveiturn continues so I hope that one day we will know for certain.”

Shedda

Sair smiled almost wistfully. “It’s so interesting. You know, I wonder if archaeology will start to be a more pursued field on Kobliad in the years to come. We’re not particularly keen to look backwards.”

“Makes you wonder what might be lurking underneath the surface though,” Kel added.

Shedda held up a hand while she wiped her mouth and washed down her last bite with the juice. “You know, it might help to look at it as a looking forward. First you start by archiving what’s happened, the work that Sair and the others have done to give your people a future, as well as all the other parents who have born children. You ask those people to record their thoughts and reflections about the process. Set up a way to document the lives of this new generation. I’m sure the cause of illness is well documented. Then you look at what happened before your people got sick. What do people feel they have lots and start the archival and archeological process by relearning and rediscovering all those things that were great that you want to pass on and reclaim for this new generation. I do apologize. It is a very over generalized and simplified way of looking at it. But everything we do is framed by our individual and collective points-of-view.”

For a moment Kel gazed deeply at Sheeda before focusing her attention on Sair. Something shifted in the elder Kobliad as she contemplated this idea of documenting the shift on their world. It wasn’t like that hadn’t been done at all in recent years, but maybe there was something more that could be done.

“Do you miss your studies?” Said asked Shedda.

~Sair & Family

“I do miss it very much. But being XO takes me back to Delotha. Instead of studying ancient cultures I’m getting to interact and learn directly from people and immerse myself on a daily basis. I get to live beside them. I’m not guessing or speculating, but getting the information directly. Being out here in the Delta though is pretty amazing and there is so much new to learn.”

Shedda

Sair smiled warmly. “That there is.”

Kel set her fork down for a moment and inhaled audibly. “She’s right,” she said, looking over at her daughter. “We’re missing an opportunity here to record these changes as they are happening. I mean, yes there was that one documentarian who did that piece as you were working on the cure, but a lot has changed, even in just the last few years. It would be a hard process, but maybe it’s necessary.”

She looked at Shedda. “Our people struggle with the hows and whys of our condition because while we did not do it to ourselves, we caused another people terrible harm and they took an unfathomable step. And we accepted our punishment. Those same people we harmed are the ones that helped us find a cure. Our shame is long-lived, Shedda, and ingrained into our society. It’s hard to let go of.”

“We did nothing, but carve a different fate,” Sair said, stabbing her fork into the layers of her food. “Those actions were generations ago. The Amrayans might not ever be friendly with us, but they aren’t exactly our enemy anymore either.” She understood people’s reluctance to talk about the war the Kobliads started, and the outcome. But Sair was tired of living in the past. It was why a part of why she had to leave.

~Sair Songz, CNS

Shedda refrained from saying anything for the moment. She met each woman’s gaze as they spoke, but she could have no way to knowing what they were experiencing as individuals or representatives of their species. She ate quietly while they spoke and when her plate was empty she wiped her mouth with a napkin and cleared her pallett with the juice. “You know, this reminds me of something I read. It happened on the Enterprise, during her hayday of Cpt Picard. The encountered an alien probe from a planet named Kataan. It is long go now and so were the people. The probe immersed Picard in a what we call an ‘ancestor simulation.’ In minutes he’d lived the life of a Kataanian and knew their history and what had happened to them and why. They knew they were dying and wanted some piece of themselves to be remembered. Your planet and people are not dying any longer, but it is a part of your present that is dying and being regulated to your history.” She smiled at Sair and Kel gently. “Such an intensive immersive experience may not be the exact answer, but the Katannians didn’t create the life of a leader or mythic figure, but an every day person and what they experienced. Journals, photographs, documentaries, time capsules are all ways that anyone can help share. It’s okay if it’s not all happy.”

Shedda looked at Koro and leaned toward him a bit. “What do you say Koro? Do you remember where you lived with your mom and grandmother before? What did you like best?”

“What was the worst?” and she made a comical little screwed up face expressing the meaning through her body language and words.

Shedda