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Day 03 [2100 hrs.] Musings by Starlight
Friday March 13, 2381
Stardate: 57564.7
2100 hrs.

[ Tesserarius Lorad | Remote Beach | Aldea Prime | Aldea ] Attn: @Triage
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Lorad had transported down to the outskirts of Aldea Prime just before sunset local time so that he could try to enjoy something that he hadn't had the chance to view in several months; a planet side sunset. He had always enjoyed the rare times that he had been able to view them and this one had been no different. And yet it had done nothing to settle his mood.

It was now two days since Lorad had awoken after Bila had saved his life and turned back the tide of Borg nanopobes within his body who had been a hairsbreadth away from assimilating him. Seconds longer and he would never have been able to appreciate the silence that this planet afforded him. It had cost him several internal organs, his right hand and forearm, as well as his left eye but that was a price that he could pay. What he couldn't pay, was the scorn that came from his sister Samala; whom he had not spoken with since he had awoken.

He'd tried, many times; both in person, by message and even asking Thea to deliver a message for him but each attempt had been rebuked; the last one by himself violently so. He had been advised that all he could do was wait until she calmed down enough to speak with him again. Given what he knew of his sister's temperament and a Reman's lifespan, he could be waiting over a century. But he would wait. What he wouldn't do, was follow.

If Samala decided to leave the Theurgy on the Apache as he suspected her desire was, then she would be leaving alone. Lorad had chosen to through his lot in with the so-called renegades from the Federation. In the time that he had known them, they had not acted once in a way described by the news broadcasts that he had seen before they had been rescued. And, for reasons that he himself could not fully explain, he felt a sort of kinship with them in their desire to be free and return home. And besides, he felt that if he succeeded and showed the Federation that not all Remans were like Shinzon and his followers, perhaps there might be a home for his kind within their borders.

All of these thoughts and more had been brewing within Lorad's head as he had walked away from the city along the beach after the sun had set. He had eventually realised that he needed to return to the ship after several hours and had turned back, retracing his steps as the ocean breeze billowed the cloak he had used to conceal his features around him. He feared not the night, the stars providing enough light for him to see quite clearly as he walked along the sand, even without the use of his new eye.

As the city drew closer and the light from all the buildings bled into the surrounding sky, Lorad slowed his pace, hoping to enjoy the solitude and peacefulness that he had been feeling. Looking up at the stars, wondering which of them Remus might be orbiting, he never saw the objects on the sand until he stepped on them. Feeling the sudden change in textures and terrain beneath his boots, Lorad stepped back and looked down at a towel and several articles of clothing all bunched up together on the sand. Not sure why clothes would be out this far without wearer, he began looking around for their potential owner when he heard the sound of splashing coming from the water.

Taking several steps backwards, Lorad blended back into the night to see who the owner of the clothes might be.
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[ Ens. Cameron Henshaw | Remote Beach | Aldea Prime | Aldea ] Attn: @Stegro88
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Only the second day into their stay here around Aldea, and Cameron already wanted to be here forever. It wasn't quite Risa, but this would do in a pinch. She'd just wandered. She did that for a whole day yesterday, and it was...it felt nice. She all but shut down and moved on autopilot, not a care for where she walked, she only stopped when her legs threatened to give out. Today, she returned, doing more of the same. But she eventually came to when she found herself on a beach, alone, and the next thing she knew, she was stripping off her outer clothing, keeping on only her underwear, and waded into the comforting waters. She wasn't particularly shy about showing more skin, but she wasn't sure about the Aldean sense of modesty, and figured it was better to play it safe.

She lost track of how long she'd been in the waters, but she had completely missed the sunset. There was always tomorrow she supposed...if she was around for tomorrow.

She'd come up for air, but after a moment's thought, she slowly slid into the waters, face-first, and she just let herself go. It was so easy. It was dark, it was quiet, and she could just slip away now, just stop trying to breathe, it was almost like falling asleep. She was being selfish, but she felt so much like indulging herself. They wouldn't notice until it was far too late. There was no way anyone could track her. In just a few more minutes, her body would struggle for oxygen, and if she willfully shut herself off from it, deny herself that, would it hurt? Would it be an automatic struggle? Who would miss her the most? Why was she still thinking about this? Just let go. Just let go, let it be over for her. Jien would manage without her. He was strong enough. She wasn't.

Just like she wasn't strong enough or had any real conviction for even going through with this stupid plan.

Her feet touched the ocean floor, and she straightened up, her head and chest well out of the water, but she still held her breath a little longer, waiting for the burning sensation in her chest. Oddly she felt none, but she still exhaled and started drawing breath again. Maybe tomorrow...maybe not at all. She looked around for the shoreline and found it quite quickly. Lots of stars out, she reluctantly walked back to her clothes, it was a simple Aldean style dress, leggings and footwear. She didn't much care for it, but the beaty of having a nearly eidetic memory like hers was she could tell when something was off, like the fact that someone clearly stepped on her dress...recently too. The lack of change in the sand of the following foreign footprints told her it was not too long ago, and she followed the trail in the sand with her eyes, as it led away from her dress.

Someone skittish, cautious, was her guess.

She folded her arms across her chest and took a few steps, following the trail, and said in a calm voice, "Come on out. I know you're there."

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Lorad had remained still, as he had waited and watched the water for the owner. He had only received very basic instruction on how to remain afloat in water; the lack of open water on Remus along with the uncaring nature of his Romulan masters at the time had combined to his detriment. Now, he stood far back from the waves, shrouded in shadow, biding his time in silent contemplation.

Further splashing from the water drew his attention and Lorad searched the waves for the source of it. He was just in time to see a Human female breach the surface of the waves; water droplets being flung about by her re-entry to the air above. He was no expert on the appearance of Human females and what it meant for them to be attractive but if someone had asked him to define beauty in that instant, all he would have been able to do was point at the female wading out of the waves, water running down her body.

Involuntarily, he took a step further back as she approached what he now knew to be her clothes, being careful to be as soundless as a vacuum. She seemed to pause, her head down as she looked around and Lorad realised that she could see the tracks he had left in the sand from his heavy boots. He had been detected. There was still time for him to escape, for his presence to be nothing more than footprints in the sand but something inside him told him that that was wrong. He was no thief in the night with dishonourable intentions. He had merely been out walking and discovered her garments on the beach.

"Come on out. I know you're there," came her firm yet calm voice across the wind and Lorad looked up to see her standing there, arms folded across her chest as she stared in his general direction. She knew roughly where he was, or at least, where his tracks had led but hadn't yet chosen to follow them. A part of him again told him that he could escape unnoticed if he chose too but he ignored it once more. He would not hide.

"I not mean scare," Lorad said slowly, his deep voice very different from hers as he stepped forward slowly into the starlight once more. "I not know anyone out here." He hoped his tone carried his meaning better than his words did but his confidence wasn't high due to his unfamiliarity with the language.

"I Lorad."
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[ Ens. Cameron Henshaw | Remote Beach | Aldea Prime | Aldea ] Attn: @Stegro88
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When he spoke before even emerging, Cameron felt a moment of involuntary fear. Yes, the Aldeans weren't likely to cause any kind of unwanted trouble, but there weren't just Aldeans here anymore. There were Klingons, Nausicaans, Orions, all sorts of other folks, some of which may not think twice about taking advantage of a almost-naked girl alone on the beach at night. Yes, she was just contemplating suicide, but she wanted to go on her own terms, not as someone's plaything to do with until they were satisfied or she was utterly broken.

Still, his broken language was meant to reassure, she was certain.

And when he emerged from the grass, she found her head craning higher and higher to look up at him as he drew closer. He was huge, for one, and for another, that eye...a liberated Borg drone? And that was not all...the way his voice sounded, and that naturally fearsome glower. Reman? There were two Remans that they'd brought along with them, wasn't there, and their names were...yes, indeed. He just confirmed it when he introduced himself.

"Hullo Lorad," said Cameron, having not moved or changed her posture aside from shifting her head to be able to look him in the eyes, "I am Cameron Henshaw. While here on Aldea, I go by Hermione Granger."

Since she was quite confident that there were no listening devices, she felt safe enough to reveal her real name to Lorad, plus he was from the Theurgy, so what was the harm? She found his broken Basic intriguing, but it might make for a communications debacle later if she misunderstands something so she gracefully bent down and plucked out the universal translator from amongst her clothes, whilst gathering said clothes in a bundle in her arms.

She activated the translator and said, "Will this help articulate more easily for you?"

As she said this, she began to wrap the lower robe of her clothing around her waist like a haphazard sarong.

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Lorad was confused by the Human. He had observed that people that saw him for the first time, even more so after his almost-assimilation, tended to display open shock at his appearance. Remans were not among the most appealing species in regards to their visage he knew; often causing those around them to step back involuntarily if startled. But this one, this Cameron Henshaw, she did not seem to fear him. She stood still, only craning her head up to maintain eye contact.

"It will," Lorad said in Reman after Cameron activated the translator. Making a decision, Lorad sat down slowly. One, so as not to scare his companion and two, so that she didn't have to stare up at him. "They gave me an identity for here but I believe it would not matter. While they may not know my name, Remans, as a species, are not commonly seen, even here among the Klingons. So I would be remembered for that alone. Hence my wanderings out here, where it is dark and deserted."

"And you? What brings you out here?" Lorad wondered idly, watching the Human female. There was something about her, he wasn't sure what it was, but out here, under the stars, he found her presence calming in a way he had not felt before. "When I walked this way earlier, there was no one. So, you came after me, perhaps to watch the sunset in peace. And though I cannot swim myself, I understand that it is no safe to do, alone in the dark."

"I have seen you on the ship,"
Lorad said, pointedly not using its name. "You have a position of importance beyond your rank and yet you take a risk here and now. This confuses me. Why would you do that?"
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[ Ens. Cameron Henshaw | Remote Beach | Aldea Prime | Aldea ] Attn: @Stegro88
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Cameron watched him for a while after she'd spoken. She was intrigued by his decision to sit down so that she wouldn't have to keep craning her neck up. That was nice of him, and she appreciated that privately. Outwardly, she only nodded when he offered a explanation as to why he was skulking around in the dark rather than exploring the cities in the day time. Even now, when they were closest to a vacation after all the terrors and losses, some of them couldn't yet come out of hiding. The pale night lights of the sky danced over Cameron's skin as she hadn't dried herself off yet.

She was intrigued once more, to learn that he didn't know how to swim. Something she could correct if he was so interested.

But as to his question...

She studied the borg-formed eye thoughtfully. The report about Six losing control and succumbing to the call of the Queen was already known, and yet, Cameron felt no fear, despite how close she herself came to being infected when the drones beamed aboard the bridge. Her friend Vanya had torn one to bits. But Lorad had a strange sense of kindness to him despite that fearsome appearance and the Borg implant. And she felt no need to lie to him. Plus, if he was telepathic, he could likely sense a lie. Not that it mattered either way.

"Because I wanted to die," said Cameron flatly, "I walked into the waters, intending to drown myself."

She turned and sat down next to him, looking over the waters wistfully, then a weak smile appeared on her lips, "Obviously, that didn't work out the way I thought it would. I...couldn't go through with it. Even though it would take away all the pain, all the...well, everything. I am still drawn to the desire to keep going, to keep living."

She pulled up her knees against her chest and wrapped her arms around them, then buried her face in her knees, growling softly, "I must be a glutton for punishment."