Regressed Love

Posted on Thu Oct 29th, 2020 @ 11:47am by Commander Arrianna Salannis an Vantar & Lieutenant Victor Barclay de Tolly

Mission: Side Mission: The Aftermath of Kronos
Location: Sena Alindar. Imperial City Gardens
Timeline: Current
1368 words - 2.7 OF Standard Post Measure

Kayala was walking through the magnificent gardens near the Imperial Palace. Just trying to see and breathe something beautiful. She wanted Salom to meet her there. She could finally love again without being borg.

Salom got lost at first but finally made the destination. He saw Kayala first. She was more beautiful than ever in his eyes. "Kayala, I will be right there."

Kayala smiled. "Hey there! You're late you."

"Sorry it had taken awhile," Salom says holding her hand. "I got lost."

"Well that's reassuring, Now I know you're you again." Kayala mentioned.

"Have you found a place to sit?" He asks, "Unless you want to cop a squat?"

"Over here, There's a small Gazebo near the fountains." Kayala moved towards the Gazebo and sat down. "It's so wonderful, feeling cool air on my skin again. Feeling my skin even. I hated that exoplating.

"Agreed," he says looking her up and down." Cool air on the skin just like we went skinny dipping."

"Salom you are so naughty." Kayala noted with a smiled.

"Unless you prefer me to toll you over in the clover," he says winking.

"I love you. I waited seven years to tell you that." Kayala mentioned.

"Kayala, you are my lady," Salom says lightly brushing her lips with a kiss. 'I am your man.'

Kayala pressed her lips against Salom's lips. Melting into his arms. Completely falling in love all over again, she could do it finally. Love.... She wasn't a machine or a drone.

Salom pressed her lips back as flickered her teeth with his tongue. He pulled his hand up behind her hair and forgot for a moment where they were as he coached her to go down into the clover as he lifted one leg of hers up. He paused for a moment to commit this to memory as it melted the nightmares he had.

Kayala looked up. "Salom... Is there anything wrong? We both nearly lost ourselves back there."

"Nothing wrong at all unless you feel doing it out in the open is wrong," he says peering into her soothing pleasing seductive giving eyes. "I love you. You are my life."

"She looked at her hands and her chest..... expecting something to be there but it wasn't. She felt too cold.. Cold... Cold... She never felt cold in the night. She didn't like it."

"Error.... Input." She said in a monotone voice. "Error.... Input..." Kayala looked at Salom like she was trying to say 'please help me.' She then grabbed her head. "My designation is nine of twelve.... Help me!!!"

Salom placed her needs above his as rubbed his palms fast and fast and then to her body as he could feel the coldness of her skin. He kept doing this over and over but as continue, her skin started feel warmer. "Stay with me Kayala." He continued his own style of first aid.

Kayala grabbed him. She was in a fit of fear holding onto him while something inside searched for warmness and comfort. She fell back on wanting comfort and consensus from the voices who were not there. "Stay with me..." She said as she struggled against the desire to seek out the collective.

"I am not giving up on you," Salom says lovingly.

She embraced him as she breathed rapidly. Nine of Twelve was fading again Kayala was returning slowly. Right now she wanted his voice. His voice. Anything but to be alone, walking endlessly and doing maintenance. Doing anything the collective ordered her to do in order to avoid being assimilated.

"I did horrible things, just to remain an individual. Am I El-Aurian?!? Or Borg?!?" She began crying. "That time we were across from each other. I wanted to reach out and hold you. I wanted to hold you!!!" Kayala shouted. "But I couldn't."

"I felt it as well," Salom says as he fixed her clothes. "We are El-Aurians who were kidnapped and we were placed in a cyborg slavery society. We had no free will. Walk with me and hold my hand. Trust me."

"Yes..." Kayala walked with Salom through the garden. "Stay with me... Please. Don't leave me. Ever.

"We could stay here for a good while," Salom says holding her hand. "I love you Kayala."

"I love you too."

A presence walked through the gardens to them, a woman with striking red hair in an elegant, beautiful gown she was flanked by two handmaidens. "I felt distress here. Are you two alright?" She had a regal appearance. Very confident and calm, a silver piece of jewlery decorated her forehead and was elegantly decorated in her long hair. "Do you need our doctors, Kayala, Salom?"

"Yes Mam," Salom says as wondered who this person was. "Madam. May I ask who thy be, do I may think you properly."

"Of course, where are my manners. They've escaped me." She noted. "I am Alena Althir. Empress of the Alindari and High Counselor to the Senate. I and my handmaidens felt your considerable distress. Usually when that happens you'd be surrounded by many who would wish to help, but I felt it appropriate to attend to you personally rather than to allow you to be overwhelmed by my people's kindness." Alena smiled. "Distress attracts much of my people's attention."

"Thank you Empress Alena," They say with a bow. "Where may I bring Kayala? She is in distress."

"Then we cannot delay. I feel great conflict in her. We must take her to the Philosophers. They study psychology and mental healing, and they will help her." Alena put her arm around Kayala. Taking her hand. "Come. We will help you."

"That would be wise," Salom replies.

"Resistance is fu.... Help me..."

"Do not worry," Salom says to Kayala, "You will be whole."

Alena directed Kayala into the Palace and took her to her private chambers, laying her down onto a bed in her guest suite. There you go." Alena stayed with Salom and Kayala. "Focus on your love, Kayala. Seek his comfort, not that of the collective. It is false salvation."

"I will try Alena." Kayala noted as several therapists entered the room. They began to attend to Kayala.

"Kayala, We need you to focus. Focus on Salom. Not the Borg. For the next hour, focus only on Salom." Kayala nodded.

Alena spoke. "I am here also, Kayala. We will never leave any of the El-Aurians to suffer alone. For we will save all of them we could."

"Thank you Alena," Salom says graciously. "Kayala, let us go back to our room."

*Kayala and Shlom's room*

Kayala slept and continued to hold tightly to Shalom. Wanting to be safe, warm, comfortable. Her love for him was overflowing, making up seven years of... emotionless existance as a drone. She wanted every year with him to be worth it. Every second of every day for the rest of their extraordinarily long El-Aurian lives.

Shalom likes the nicknames she gives to him like Shalom or Shlom. "Your nicknames for me in some languages mean peace."

Suddenly the couple began to shift in time again. In another part of the room another Kayala and Shlom appeared. Dressed the same, with the same features. This Kayala opened her eyes and looked around. Surveying the room. She walked over to Salom. "Eight of Seventeen. Override regeneration cycle." She said emotionlessly. "We are damaged."

Salom was very confused what was happening. This can not be real.

Nine of Twelve cocked her head and then turned to another Salom. "Eight of Seventeen, override regeneration cycle."

Salom stood by Kayala so no harm would come to her.

"Come.. Ignore them." She lead Eight of Seventeen out of the room swiftly. "We must recover our technology."

"I do know what that was about," Salom says holding her.

"Salom... I no longer feel the urge to be Borg.. Nor do I remember being Borg. It's like it was suddenly ripped from me. What about you?" Kayala looked at Salom with concern. "Do you feel it." It was like the Borg Kayala just walked out the door.


"We will know in due time," Salom answers as pondered all the variations of what it could be.

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