My name is T'Pax Copernica. I serve aboard the Starship Enterprise as a Counselor and Communications officer whenever Lieutenant Uhura is on vacation.
I am performing a self-assessment so further references to me will be further understood, my confusion, my dilemmas, my psychological processes.
I am a half-breed of two incompatible species. My father was a Betazoid doctor, and my mother is Vulcan ambassador to Betazed (there is where it is first not as far-fetched as you might believe). This is where I can attribute a large amount of my problems.
You might ask how this happened. As it is a long and not very interesting story, I shall sum it up for you in incomplete sentences so to continue with the assessment as swiftly as possible.
Father meets Mother in hospital. Father falls in love with Mother. Father finds out Mother will only marry a Vulcan man. Father undergoes surgery and studies Logic to become Vulcan. Newly Vulcan Father meets Mother again. Father and Mother get married. Father does not tell Mother about his Betazoid nature until Daughter is born. Me. Mother attempted to divorce liar Father and take complete custody of Daughter. Wins. Father steals daughter and moves to safe anti-alien area. Is able to hide Daughter until she is 14. Mother finds Daughter and keeps her in storage facility under coma for 9 years. Daughter escaped stroage facility, finds gift from Father and joins Starfleet.
The gift was two hair peices and a headpeice. The hairpeices are cylindrical and hinged, with a crimson gems in front. The headpiece is a string that goes around the head. Hanging in the center is a hanging red jewel, a smaller jewel at the base and two 1 karat diamonds around it. These strange gems have some focusing ability on my powers. I could use all the help I can get.
Now you are caught up on my history. In the storage facility, my subconscious was opened. My Betazoid powers developed on this plane, the few i have. I was able to learn many languages and dialects due to this; I could learn the words from the other minds around me in the facility. This is why I am the replacement for Lt. Uhura as communications officer.
And now, the tube that connected my body to the life support system has left a divot between my collarbone and the rim of the deltoid muscle. I cover this with a piece of cloth tied around my neck. I felt my patients would be rather unnerved by it. Also, the chemicals which kept my consciousness locked up for years messed with my growth at a critical stage. So now, I am 5'2", and I have been told I look like I am sixteen. As much as I should not care about my appearance (which I don't very much), it still bothers me that it interferes with my patient's perception of my skills and maturity.
Matters of the heart do not play an important role in my life, yet they ARE my life. Yes, I would like to know what love feels like. I want to experience what the euphoria is that the people who see me feel when they have told me their inner secrets. I don't want to feel alone on a ship of hundreds anymore.
Am I crazy? Or just a child of two worlds, lost in a void that I cannot escape alone? Perhaps I simply need a friend....
I'm relieved no one will ever read this.....
Primoris Incendia · Tue Nov 10, 2009 @ 10:31pm · 0 Comments |