The Amnesia Nectar

Posted on Fri Jun 12th, 2015 @ 5:15pm by Lieutenant Lhravitelim th'Endirhc

Mission: The Belle of Bellatrix
Location: Garrioch Hotel, Pike City
Timeline: 2278.46: 0830hrs [Backpost; day after Gunning's murder]

Telim had gone from the meeting at the Administration Centre over to the Garrioch hotel as ordered, with the full intention of going and talking to the guests staying on the same floor as Elsa. The first couple of conversations were so banal that he had glossed over them and forgotten what they had actually said as soon as the door shut again. He wasn't expecting what he had to deal with at the third door however.

The woman who opened the door was clearly horrified that there had been a murder so close to her room, but as soon as Telim saw her he blanked out anything else she may have been saying. Her belly was swelling in the bubble of what was unmistakably a pregnancy, and she had another child in the room, clinging to the back of her leg. When he looked at the woman, all he could see was Sharia's face, the zhen who had been carrying the zygote that would have become his child. He then began to see the other two members of his bond-group standing behind her - Ghar and Jishel standing on either side with their soft smiles. Even the woman's kid - a young girl - started to look Andorian to him - the ghost of a child he had lost.

He remembered mumbling something about thanking her for her time before walking absently from her room, over towards Elsa's. He didn't approach it - there was guards outside and he knew that other members of the crew would be in there anyway, carrying out their own orders to try and find out what had happened. Elsa was another who he had lost; he could almost see the bow of the merchant marine ship ploughing through the windows of the hotel, into the corridor, claiming another life from him...

He shook his head violently to remove the image from his mind.

He needed something. Something to stop him from remembering. Something to take away the feelings of loss, of guilt of not being able to do anything to save them. Guilt of still being here when they weren't.

He turned and headed straight for the elevator, taking it to the bar. He didn't care that the hotel's upper class standing would mean that the alcohol was more expensive, but that didn't matter. He ordered the strongest bottle of Andorian ale they had. He didn't even bother with a glass.

He stopped remembering shortly after he ordered the third bottle.