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The Future, is what you make of it	By : emeraldsyndicate Category: Star Trek > Discovery Views: 539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek nor do I benefit financially in any way. I take no credit for these characters, I'm just playing with them, seeking a happy ending to a muse that sat upon my shoulder and murmured "what if...."

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Pike stood at parade ready in the transporter room. He didn’t want them here he thought. Not until he figured out what was going on. His people, he trusted but suddenly anyone from outside, even in a Starfleet uniform, was suspect.
However, Starfleet still needed the Tal. The only sole reason they would even speak to the fleet at the moment was this elusive “sarisa”. The Tal did not deal with anyone they did not trust their children with.
Specifically, a “sarisa”.
Sarisa were extraordinarily rare and precious. Tal children were latent empaths and the bond with a sarisa could not be forced, and was instantaneous. It was considered, by the Tal when pressed, that sarisa simply are. Some are born such and others made such through their own actions. Hence, most often elders but not always. Sarisa were considered national treasures. They themselves always unique and vital individuals. Always a perfect match to the children they cared for, taught and molded into exemplary beings who inevitably had a lasting and profound impact on history.
Simply put, without a sarisa there could be no alliance. Sarisa was considered “sala”, family, and they would not deal with “outsiders”. The Tal child would be left in the care of the sarisa, would grow up in their world, hence, gaining a unique perspective and insight leading to a harmonious alliance. It was an interesting perspective the Captain thought in many ways. As the Tal had said a child’s misunderstandings or actions would never lead to conflict. A child would be assumed not to understand something that with an adult could quickly escalate to armed conflict. A child would carefully and patiently be taught when an adult would be assumed to know better.
It was sitting on the Captain's conscience thought. To abandon a child, to a complete stranger’s care. To burden a child with such responsibility. He still had nightmares about the fate of the ”First Servant”. NO, this was not sitting well with him at all. He knew his baggage, understood it. Infinite diversity, in infinite combinations as the Vulcans said. Neither right nor wrong, just different. However, his own conscious and beliefs made this hard to swallow as much as the federation need an alliance against the Gorn threat.
He pulled out his political game face as the commander, tight jawed, transported in with… a child. She was a sweet looking little thing but she couldn’t be more than 4 or 5. Practically an infant and the Tal had just left her?!.
"Captain." the commander had said, "we are here to go over your crew in the hopes that we may find the sarisa" .
"Hello ambassador..." Pike had said with his dimpled smile in full play "..if you could tell me what they look like…"
“Starfweets no wisten” she interrupted, stomping her little foot. “I tells you ow’er and ow’er ‘gain” she said shaking her little held in clear frustration and disgust.
“Saweesa gen’le but stwong, she bwave but quiet. S’warfweet say serve, sacwifice, cumpass’n, ‘n w’ove. Saweesa not say.....IS!. She all fweet say. What else you need know? Not madd'er boy or girl, not madd'er how ‘wook, not madd'er spwecies… madd'er who, on ins’wide.”
She screwed up her little hands in fists and looked to be on the verge of tears as she said in a trembling little voice “I wanns my saweesa, needs my saweesa…. saweesa w’uve me.”
Chris’s heart could have broken for the child. She was so little, so young and all she wanted was to feel safe and loved. He realized he had discounted this “bond” very quickly when it was clearly critical to this child. Besides any Starfleet officer would love and adore the child. She was adorable really. She would be very well cared for. The sarisa would be part of a team ensuring the childs needs were met and hence the alliance. Its not like the saisa, who may well have little political expererice would be left on their own. The fleet had arranged a literal parade of officers through the Tal quarters in an effort to find someone who would meet this ‘sarisa” criteria. But he was starting to realize it may be far far more complex a bond than they had understood in their rush to forge an alliance.
He got down on one knee and held his arms out to the little girl looking at him with unshed tears in her eyes. “Lets go see if we can find your sarisa” he said softly.
“We will go through every single soul on this ship.”
She had looked at him suspiciously and then walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck clearly wishing to be picked up and carried and answered a very simple “oh tay”.
Hours later the little one was on the verge of tears again. She was insisting “saweesa here, I feel saweesa. P’eese, w'an saweesa”, to the captain and commanders dismay.
They were running out of ship and personnel on Destiny. The fleet had in fact been searching for weeks now for this sarisa. The little Tal had been in the commanders custody in the meantime and had been proving to be a very sullen and unhappy handful. He had admitted to Chris his ankles were black and blue from being kicked and nothing he did ever seemed to meet the child’s wants or needs. He was exhausted but there was no other path. She was a child, all alone, and in her opinion being kept from the only being who could possibly make her world all right again.
He and the commander were exchanging dark looks. If the sarisa could not be found the tal would see it as… well they didn’t want to find out. When they turned the corner and the little one suddenly stopped dead, closed her eyes and tipped her head to the side as thought listening to something she alone could hear. Her whole face lit up, she literally jumped up and down clapped her hands in unbridled joy and ran down the corridor calling “ I comm’n saweesa. I come”.
It was amazing how fast those little legs could go as the child tore down the corridor dodging Starfleet officers who literally tumbled aside trying to avoid the child as the Captain and commander followed her but losing ground to the child’s unexpected speed and agility.
The captain was calling ahead, ship wide, "get out of the childs way, do not stop her, do not touch her".
"Thank the gods captain: the commander had stated." Finally the sarisa, This alliance will be the salvation of the federation."
The commander and captain stopped dead in their tracks as a wave of sheer terror and pain tore through them. It literally threw the fleet officers to their knees as they grasped their heads or chest , checking themselves for an injury compatible to the intense wave of pain being projected. Michael’s mate, the only empath on the ship, was on his hands and knees ahead of them in corridor ”…the child” he gasped his face a mask of utter agony “the child..in pain…hurt, so much, so much, pain”..
The captain and commander desperate the little one had been injured in her headlong race hurried to follow the physical wail they could now all hear that had replaced the psychic cry for help. It was such a desperate and forlorn cry as to shatter the coldest and hardest of hearts.
“NNNNNNNOOOOOOO….no, no, no, no, no! AUrGHHHH “came the anguished cries of the little Tal “p’eese, p’eese, saweesa p’eese!” she could be heard pleading.
They stopped short in shock at the sight of the little Tal. Tears streaming down her face as she looked to them desperately.
“Saweesa! Saweesa no wake up. Saweess p’eese, p’eese, saweesa” she cried almost hysterically holding her precious Sarisa’s palm to cup her tear covered cheek.
“p’eese, p’eese wake up! Saweesa! Saweesa hurt, she hurt! P’eese, p’eese make stop! p’eese. Need saweesa” the little one pleaded.
Pike moved first to scoop the little Tal into his arms as she struggled and kicked throwing herself towards her Sarisa desperately while Chris rocked her and tried to comfort and calm her. His heart tearing at the pain and hysteria in the child’s voice and demeanor.
“Its okay, its okay sweetheart. Its okay your sarisa will be okay. Shhhhh, now, its okay. She fell baby girl.” He tried to explain to the inconsolable child.
“She fell and got hurt,” he continued, “but we are taking care of her. She will be okay sweetheart. I promise. I promise” he soothed as she wrapped her little arms around his neck and sobbed broken hearted murmuring “my saweesa, need my saweesa, p’eese, p’eese.” Chris looked over at the Commander's stunned visage.
The admirals eyes tracking from the sobbing child, to Chris, to the oh so critical sarisa, lying so very very still and far to silent on the bio bed. Little wonder they couldn’t find the officer who had bonded with the Tal children. They had sent a dozen messages seeking anyone who may have any idea who ‘sarisa” was, none of which you would ever have read. You had no access after all, you weren’t fleet. You weren’t even federation. You were just…lost, in time.
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