The characters mentioned in this fic belong to
Roddenberry/Kirschner, among others.
notes: Although not precisely a challenge response, this
vignette came about from a complaint by a poster named Jeanne on the PS
fanfiction board about how people tended to write/comment upon
2nd/3rd/4th season stories, especially those which vilified the Taelons
and/or focussed on Liam. So, in the tradition of my fic "Pause", here
is a fic set first season.
by Estirose (Angel Island)
You lean on the balcony that is part of your office, watching the
people below. Your work as Da'an head of Security and Interspecies
Relations is never done, but, imperfect being that you are, you need
Sometimes, you wonder how life would have been if you had accepted the
CVI in the first place and never been offered the chance to live with
your free will. Would you have turned out like Sandoval? He seems to
live in the embassy. Would you sleep, breathe, and live Da'an and the
Companions? Probably you would have.
But, thankfully, you are not. Despite the risk, despite everything, you
are grateful to Doors for offering you the chance to view the Taelons
with eyes unbiased by the imperative to serve them. It's almost worth
having to deal with Doors.
For this freedom, the freedom to see things unfettered, unbiased by a
thing that's integrated itself into your brain, almost anything is
worth the price.
Well, almost anything. Doors can be worse than the Taelons sometimes.
Sometimes you wonder if he is merely paranoid, not understanding the
Taelons the way you and Lili have a chance to know them. Even Lili is
unbending from her anti-Taelon position. Certainly, the Taelons are
doing things that horrify you, just like they would probably horrify
anyone. But maybe, maybe you can influence them.
Sometimes you think you're getting somewhere with Da'an, getting him to
understand humanity better. Sometimes you think that hitting your head
against a brick wall would be more productive.
But you must understand them. For humanity, someone must understand
them. For the sake of the people passing you below, someone must
understand. And someone must explain. Maybe you will be the one.
You stand up just as your global beeps, reminding you of your
responsibilities. So much for your break.
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