Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Governor’s Home - TMODJ (PRISM)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Governor’s Home - TMODJ (PRISM)

Posted by Civilian Kenzo B’tren-Hyrushi (Governor) in Governor’s Home - TMODJ (PRISM)
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Kenzo nodded and set his hand on the canar.

The crystal illuminated as the connection was made and it would stay that way until it was broken.

At first, nothing happened. Everything was just… nothing. There was Keno’s mind, and that was all. Hyrushi drew some more power from Fayth and began using it like a sonar. He pushed his power through the nothing util he felt something push back. It was small, and he almost missed it. He focused on the sensation and began to feel a weight… a boundary that wouldn’t let him through. “I found her.” he whispered out loud.

Hyrushi focused on the boundary, feeling along it until he could feel where it began and ended. It was huge. It was like a typical shield telepaths and empaths created, but in reverse… and it was massive. In his mind, Kenzo stood before the boundary. Eela? Can you hear me, Eela? he said aloud, his voice cascading into the emptiness. He pushed against the emptiness, drawing yet more power to expand his mind and push the border back further and further.

The power he was pulling was seemingly limitless, the more he drew the more that filled it’s place, waiting to be used. In the seeming never-ending expanse that thread of power was an anchor line, showing him the way back, keeping him safe.

As Hyrushi sat, his skin became flushed. Sweat beaded on is forehead and soon perspiration could be seen through his shirt. The hand that held Fayth’s became warm… then hot, but not yet unbearable… just moderately uncomfortable.

As the heat increased, Sharah’s hand tightened on his.

In the canar, the further Kenzo pushed the boundary being something and nothing; the harder it became to push. Hyrushi drew more power and pushed harder and harder; until at last he came to a wall. In his mind’s eye it was a fortress made of solid metal. Eela!! he called, hoping that she would at least hear him… know he was coming.

Hyrushi, Governor

It was known that Eela Dasca had a formidable strength of will, but this before him was a tangible representation of it. No, she had not erected this wall herself, but she was upholding it, something he’d know intuitively. Something deep down within her was trying to protect her from something devastating. It was not pain, no, it was an agony that someone like her should never experience.

But the medication had made things fluid and she couldn’t tell where she began and ended. Something was there, outside of her protective space. She turned towards it, curious, her inner explorer never one to turn down learning and understanding. She stepped towards it. Was it a voice? It felt familiar. As the medication held her tightly, and her conscious, rational mind was suppressed, reality in this mind-space shifted.

On the other side of the safe space, the voice sounded again. She pressed herself up against the wall. Her small hands pressed flat along with her cheek.

Hello? a tiny voice called out to whomever might be there. It was a child’s voice.

~Eela

Sharah heard it, the tentative seeking, child like. Sharah created another thread, pulling in feelings of safety, protection, warmth, Home, family. Companionship rather than loneliness. Along with all the other emotions, she feed and wove it through the link. Let the feelings call to her, make Hyrushi’s call more desirable than where Eela was.

Sharah

Hyrushi smiled, knowing it was Eela… or at least a version of her. Hello, Eela. Do you remember me? My name is Kenzo… I am your friend… and I am going to get you out of there, if you will help me. Hyrushi drew more energy in, slowly building the flow of emotion through him, through the hand he set against the boundary, and forcing it into the wall before him.

His hand seemed to connect with something- there was warmth penetrating through the wall, small though it was. They always leave, the small voice said. The other feelings though were making her protective space seem more like a prison, or a tomb. It was a small shift, but the innate curiosity of Eela wanted to understand. *How do I get out?”

Follow my voice, Eela. Push through and come to me. Kenzo said.

Sharah kept the stream steady though it was starting to get difficult to control the flow. She knew Kenzo had made contact, they couldn’t stop now. Ilena and Yavia exchanged looks. Eela’s vitals seemed fine, but there were sudden changes in both Hyrushi and Fayth.

Kenzo’s body was reacting to the input. Sweat poured off of him, soaking his shirt and pants. His hair was matted to his head, and the hand that held Sharah’s felt like it was starting to become a hot coal. Around his collar, small blisters appeared, as they did on his hands as well.

The barrier started to glow where his hand pushed against it. He needed more energy. In his mind, he took a deep breath, and then he drew in more energy than he ever had before in his life. The wall flared as a planet’s worth of emotion suddenly flooded into the connection of the canar.

It was a last desperate attempt at self-preservation. Sharah’s mind cleared enough to realize she and Kenzo were very much in trouble. She sent a thread of warning through their connection, but it did nothing. She relaxed her hand, but they were still gripped together. Sharah jerked her hand away, her eyes snapping open. “Kenzo, no! Stop.”

Kenzo’s body began to burn. Burn mark appeared on his hands, neck, and face. He howled in pain and his eyes flew open, the black pupils suddenly flat white… but his hand stayed on the canar.

Hyrushi

Kenzo screamed, and Sharah echoed the sound. They hadn’t really needed to physical contact, it had just provided focus. She stumbled up and into the table a foot from her, “Get his hand off it!” she meant to yell, but it came out strained, but Ilena and Yavia were close enough and aware enough to sense her urgency. Yavia reached over to yank his hand off the canar. Sharah shoved anesthazine and a telepathic inhibitor into it and pressed it into his neck. There was a loud pop and long hiss as the hypo diffused into his system. “Ice, cold packs.” Yavia barely caught her before she collapsed on the floor. Ilena reached out both hands to stop the governor from sliding off the chair.

Fayth

“On it!” Caridee ran to get the ice packs from the kitchen and tried not to worry about what might or might not be happening with her mother.

As his hand was removed form the canar, Kenzo had a fleeting image of a child behind a wall of glass… and then everything went black.

A split moment before Kenzo’s connection had been severed, there was a dent placed in the wall. For a moment nothing happened, but as the others scrambled to help Kenzo and Sharah, that dent began to spider, cracks travelling farther and deeper along the wall. Cracks that became crevices until that wall crumbled down.

Everything washed over Eela, now alone in her own mind again. Except that she wasn’t. She could sense people, and emotions, and in that moment, the memories her body and mind had blockaded out of protection swept over her like a tsunami. And more than the grief and incomprehension was the physical pain that came with sharing someone’s mind and body and the lingering connection that had bound her to Dashiel Jones as he died.

Pain blossomed on areas of her body, as if struck, and then came the pain in her skull, one that was oddly familiar. Then came the lack of air.

Despite the tramadol, Eela surfaced from her sedation but lacked the ability to grip reality. Still in a hallucinogenic state, she couldn’t process that this wasn’t happening to her, but was an intense memory. “Can’t breath,” she murmured, eyes open. Somewhere in the distance of all this was the sensation of death, not like this specific instance. It was much more removed from herself and far more broad, as it it had been many.

~Eela

Kenoz collapsed to the floor, his sweat-soaked body sliding through Ilena’s grasp. He slumped down, unconscious. His body radiated heat, so much so that it seemed he would combust at any moment. But he did not. Slowly the heat began to ease.

Hyrushi