Copyright
1999, Lyta. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be re-posted
in part or in full without written permission from me.
Disclaimer:
Gene Roddenberry’s Earth: Final Conflict is copyright 1998, Tribune
Entertainment Co. Its characters are used without permission, no infringement
is intended.
Rating:
PG
Title:
The Kimera Chronicles: Chapter Two
Author: Lyta
Summary:
The fall of the Kimera from a variety of perspectives
Author’s
Notes: The second in a series of vignettes about the destruction of the Kimera.
Takes place years after Chapter One.
Ancient
Taelon Homeworld
~10,000,000
BC (Before Taelons, Earth Dating System)
Mi’al sat on the edge of the cliff
watching as one of the twin moons of his homeworld eclipsed the sun. At that
exact moment, he accellerated the process which had begun in his body centuries
earlier. The former Synod member fell back with the grimace of death marring
his usually serene features.
Ha’gel
was barely aware of the four Jaridian servants who came to take the Synod
member’s body away for burial. In the years since his previous visit much had
changed on the Taelon homeworld, and not all of it for the better. The lower
cast Taelons had been disdainful of joining the Commonality, and to the horror
of the higher castes they chose to retain the powerful and deadly shaquarava.
Fearing an uprising, conditions for the Jaridians worsened until they were
slaves in all but name.
Mi’al tried to change this and avert the
crisis he felt was imminent should circumstances remain unaltered, his own
parent had been of a lower caste, and his voice was one against many. He was
seen as a remnant of “primitive” times, and only kept his Synod position due to
the respect that his advanced age demanded. The Jaridians who now bore his
body, did so with true respect. The Kimera doubted they would have accorded any
other Taelons.
“Be careful, you imbeciles! That is my
parent you carry like so much refuse.” Sa’eh snarled suddenly, venting his
grief induced fury on the hapless Jaridians. “I’ll see to it that you and your
families suffer for this outrage you dare inflict upon a member of the honored
dead.”
Ha’gel winced inwardly at Sa’eh’s words.
He had seen far more respect in the Jaridian’s eyes and demeanor toward Mi’al
that Sa’eh had ever shown toward his sole surviving parent. eventually come to
pass. He stared hard at Sa’eh, who had recently been appointed to the Synod to
replace his increasing ill parent. If he was an example of Taelon leadership,
then the rebellion could not be far off. Ha’gel sighed with sorrow and regret,
he knew that Mi’al prophesies of a
coordinated Jaridian uprising would go unheeded until it was too late.
“Arrogance is the misstep that leads to
the greatest falls.” Ha’gel softly quoted from the ancient wisdom of the
Kimera.
Sa’eh turned to face him with an
expression of puzzlement. “Did you speak Elder Ha’gel?”
Ha’gel smiled wistfully. “Only to the
wind, on which your parent’s spirit now floats.”
Sa’eh only barely refrained from scoffing
at that remark.