“Remember Me?”
written by David Moody
Captain Lenti Utex
On his way back to the White Star Lounge after
dropping off the laboring Lieutenant Jackson, he
stopped off in Stellar cartography. Entering the
room, he spied Cadet Keda Tal working at the room’s
main console. “How’s it going,” he called.
The petite Trill woman spun to face the man, a bit
startled, apparently having been so engrossed in her
work that she had not heard the man enter the room.
She looked slightly distracted, leaning back against
her console, but gracefully recovered, “Fine, sir.”
Glancing back to the wall-spanning viewscreen behind
her, she told him, “Just checking some phenomena out,”
she told him.
“Really,” he asked, striding toward her, his eyes on a
swirling blue mass over her right shoulder. He eyes
quickly picked out the course that was currently set
by the helm from the bridge, and traced it directly
around said mass. He pointed at it, “What is that,”
he asked plaintively as he ascended the scant starway.
“Neutron phase stellar mass,” she told him. She
turned, first toward the man that had moved to stand
beside her, then to her console. “Lieutenant Sito has
us diverted directly around it, sir,” she assured him.
Looking back up to the image, she enlarged it and
zoomed in on it so that the mass would take up most of
the viewing area. “It’s magnetic poles are slightly
off kilter from it’s axial poles,” she informed the
Captain, peering at him out of the corner of her left
eye.
“Pulsar,” he breathed, still watching the object’s now
detailed firey sapphire choreography. “Is it
dangerous,” he asked her, as a cerulean arm pulled
free of the pseudostar and quickly dissipated.
“No sir,” Tal told him.
The two watched the phenomenon in silence. Second
slipped by, time continuing its relentless oblivionic
course. As the seconds ticked by, Utex found himself
growing anxious, simply watching the star spin in
place and spit off flares from time to time, ranging
in simplicity from tiny campfires to what looked as if
it were a core eruption from the star, white, to blue,
to frosted cobalt.
Utex had something he wanted to say; Tal was certain
of it. She glanced at him sideways, noticed him doing
the same to her, and then heard his sharp intake of
breath, simultaneous to her inhalation in preparation
for a deep sigh. She stifled the sigh, and apparently
he did the same, because he spoke instead.
“Ambassador,” he intoned, his hands folded behind his
back, “I was wondering if you had heard anything
regarding the current relations between the Trill
Government and the Kast Hegemony.”
Tal barely missed a beat as she responded, “Not so
good,” she said. The Kast have been making border
raids on the Klingon border, and though the relations
between the – hey,” she noticed. She smiled, turning
toward the man. “I guess you got me at the one, sir,”
she said.
Lenti turned toward her as well, extending his hand.
“Suppose I did,” he said. “Ayris was an impressive
woman,” he told her, extending his hand in greeting.
“I’m sorry to find she’s gone,” he said.
The Cadet lightly took his hand and held it for a
moment, her face creasing toward him. “Did you know
Ayris Tal,” she asked, slightly confused.
Lenti folded his other hand over the handshake, and
told her warmly, “Only briefly. We had a sort of . .
. ‘adventure’ together,” he explained. “It had to do
with a shuttlecraft and a few disgruntled members of
the Kast hegemony while I was in my third year,” he
explained.
Realization dawned on her as the two broke their
collective grasp. “Tosh?” She smiled as her eyes
widened. “I’m sorry, I had not realized that you were
Lenti Tosh!” Her brow creased in astonishment. “You
found Utex,” she said. “I thought you had
given him up for dead,” the Cadet told him.
“I had,” Utex told the Ambassador-turned Cadet.
Leaning back against the console, he said, “It was
really the influence of my paramour that sent me
looking for him,” he explained. “I was just about
ready to give both Utex and Lenti up for dead,
when she came along and convinced me otherwise,” he
continued.
“Amazing,” Tal told him. “I have never heard of
anyone recovering their own stolen symbiont,” she
wondered aloud. “I mean, most of them were stolen
from living hosts,” she admitted. “Yours was stolen
from the birthing pools, right,” she asked.
“Right from them,” he said.
“Where did you end up finding him?”
Lenti took a deep breath, “He was inside another
Trill,” the captain explained. “On Cardassia,” he
said.
Tal was stunned, and her head cocked to one side in
interest. “Cardassia,” she repeated. “You found him
after the war, then, I guess, right?”
Utex smiled. “Right.”
“How did you get him back from her,” she asked,
treading lgihtly toward the infested waters.
Utex held up his hands, peered at them, the looked to
the Cadet. “The hard way,” he said. “Utex was being
abused,” he explained. “Addict, warrior, slave, spy,”
he recounted. “He was all of those things and
possibly more, I’m not certain,” he said. “He was
passed around several times before and during the
Dominion War,” he admitted.
Tal looked uncomfortable. “But you’re . . . okay
now?”
Utex smiled, wanting to comfort the woman.
“Certainly,” he said. “We’re just fine. Utex went
through a lot of counseling, as did Lenti, and we met
many many times to reacquaint ourselfves with one
another before the joining process started,” he told
her. “I was the XO here,” he told her, “but took a
leave of absence while I was waiting to join with
him,” Lenti explained. “When I came back, the whole
damn ship was gone, Captain Zimbata dead, and the
constellation replaced by this prometheus,” he
gestured around the room.
“A lot of changes all at once,” she mused,
empathizing.
He clapped his hands together sharply, “Yep,” he
called. “Sure was,” he admitted. Turning to her, he
put his hand out once again, “Well, Cadet,” he told
her. “I look forward to serving with you. It’s good
to have Tal here,” he said. “I hope you’ll be able to
do her memory justice.”
Tal balked at the odd phrasing of the comment, unsure
of what it meant, then grasped his hand, “It’s right
in here,” she said, tapping her chest with her palm.
“I’ll be certain to keep this intact, sir,” she
assured him.
Lenti smiled, turned and left. “You do that,” he
said, as the doors slid shut behind him.
Tal sighed, confused by the seemingly abrupt end of
the encounter. Had she said something wrong?
Intaking air sharply, she shook her head, auburn
tresses lightly caressing her face. She turned back
to her console, decreasing magnification and mapping
the ship’s path once more for anomalies.