Sol for Soul?

Posted on Thu Aug 3rd, 2023 @ 12:19pm by Lieutenant JG Keti Korcus

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*Begins giving voice to his thoughts and slowly pacing around the room*

"I find myself back in the Sol system again, the heart of Starfleet and the Federation, again.

The planet of the Emissary yet again.

The Prophets only know why out of all the habitable planets, Starfleet facilities across the Federation that I keep on ending up here.

I look out of my window down at the blue ball below from these temporary quarter aboard Starbase 1 and think back to all the times of change, all the times of crisis that have begun or ended with me here, in this system, above this planet, on this storied space station."

*Starts to light the first of a series of incense candles*

" To think I almost took a job here on the Starbase once, in between my mandated counselling sessions it seemed like a good option, certainly career advancing.
But it felt wrong, too static, when I need motion and thanks be to the Prophets for helping guide me to stay on my healing path.

I will never forget their guidance and I wait for the day when I feel them call me home to Bajor.

I know I am blessed to be able to have got back home in time for Grandmoher Nyn's funeral, fate cold have been far crueller and had me already too far enroute to here to be able to make it.

I truly thank the Prophets for their hands upon my life and am grateful for everything they do for me both seen and unseen."

*He finishes lighting the last incense candle and stands by the window starring out at the stars and planet below*

" I hope this new crew are a good one and the ship is in reasonable order. Chuck Norris sounds like a strange cake to me but the Humans do have strangeness in many of their ways.

I hope that these conflicting orders can also get resolved, asap and that I didn't make this journey for nothing.
I wouldn't be suprised if I had though, Starfleet, the best and brightest etc etc, can do no wrong and its simply prioritise that change without rhyme or reason instead of anyone admitting to a mistake. I wonder if their self declared moral fibre would be more robust and deeper if most of them hadn't grown up in something as near to paradise as can be hoped for? "


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