Stardate: 71208:1330
Title: We are Sethton
Author: Emma Smith
Time: Concurrent to "We are Turnqist"
Scene: Planet R3X11 (aka the planet the comet was supposed to hit)


If vengeance belongs to the Lord, who, then, owns justice?

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Ever since she could remember, Talia had been the one the elders had come to when a question was beyond her people's limited, earth-bound, scope. Blind, yet gifted in the sight beyond eyes, she had been no older than 6 revolutions when the knock was heard at her parents' door.

It had been her mother who reached for knob. "You are welcome. Enter this home in peace."

"Thank you and peace be to all in this place."

The greeting was common, but it made it no less heartfelt coming from a society that had based itself in serenity and good will. Which, by the way, without the trouble and expense of war, had left them with an eternity to devote to the arts and finer things in life. The down side, which there always seems to be a yin for every yang, was with that much attention placed on the good, little effort had been put toward defense. 'Defense from what?' being the accepted response.

I digress.

It was 5 revolutions prior that they'd come. Come with questions about the new light they'd seen in the distant night sky.

"What does it mean?"

The cherub-faced child closed her gray shaded eyes. "Destruction."

Now, all these revolutions later, they came again.

"The light has gone. What does it mean?"

Talia once again closed her eyes and opened her mind. "Salvation... for now."


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Lt. (J.G.) Emma Smith
Security Officer
USS Horizon
NCC-72400
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