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I doubt I can top Michael's little story inspired by this picture, but here=
 goes...

AlienWorld2

Captain Tron Chiang of the Odonan starship Al Rashid approached his first o= fficer.
"Is this where the body was found?" he asked.

His Idobian first officer, Churl Remlor, answered softly, "Yes.  As
far as = we can
tell, he was the last one, the last one of his kind."

Remlor did not look at Chiang as she spoke, and the captain understood why.=
  Unlike
most, Remlor could understand what it was like to be the last of a kind.  S= he was
the last of the Idobians.  She looked out over the mountainous landscape, t= he
looming planet, the rushing wind and the tides that had surged so much and
destroyed so much of what this world once was.

The first officer continued, "It's strange in a sense.  Look at this,
the s= ight of that
world approaching this one, the sun setting and all.  It's very beautiful
i= n a way."

"The Persopians never had a chance," Chiang remarked. 
"Their science was n= ever
advanced enough to allow them to leave the planet, but their astronomy was
advanced enough to tell them that on this day, this world and that world
up=
 there
will collide."

"And as a result, this society just kind of faded away.  There was no
war, = no destruction,
no final days of looting and debauchery.  Instead, they just stopped having=
 children,
stopped advancing, stopped building.  Their numbers fell.  Then, the last
o= f the kind
came here.  I wonder why here."

"Maybe because this is the highest land on this continent.  The tides would=
 come here
last," Chiang explained.

"No," Remlor continued.  "It's more than that.  This
location must hold som= ething
special.  He could have gone to many places, but he choose to come here.  I=
 wonder
if he had any hope of surviving until this moment, so that his end would be=
 his
world's end."

"I don't know.  He was very old.  Apparently, he had been alone for
some ti= me."

"And avoided going mad?"

"He might have prepared for being alone."

"How?" Remlor asked. "How could anybody prepare for that?"

Chiang thought about that for a few seconds, and answered, "When you
have n= o choice,
you do what you must."

The moment had been bright.  The sun was setting, casting its golden and
or= ange rays
across the mountains and the waves down below.  The wind still blew, teasin= g their
hair.  She could almost feel the planet groan under the gravitational influ= ence of
the other world.

"Sunset," she said.  It actually came a little earlier than it
should, as t= he approaching
world slid across the sun.  Darkness fell rapidly.

Chiang added, "And this world will never see another sunrise."

Steve
The Universe Unbounded.

Visit "Star Trek: Athena" at http://ussathena.iwarp.com


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I doubt I can top Michael's little
story inspired
by this picture, but here goes...
 
AlienWorld2
 
Captain Tron Chiang of the Odonan
starship Al
Rashid approached his first officer.
"Is this where the body was
found?" he
asked.
 
His Idobian first officer, Churl
Remlor, answered
softly, "Yes.  As far as we can
tell, he was the last one, the
last one of his
kind."
 
Remlor did not look at Chiang as
she spoke, and
the
captain understood why.  Unlike
most, Remlor could understand what
it was like to
be the last of a kind.  She was
the last of the
Idobians.  She looked out
over
the mountainous landscape, the
looming planet, the rushing wind
and the tides
that
had surged so much and
destroyed so much of what this world once
was.
 
The first officer continued,
"It's strange in a
sense.  Look at this, the sight of that
world approaching this one, the
sun setting and
all.  It's very beautiful in a way."
 
"The Persopians never had a
chance," Chiang
remarked.  "Their science was never
advanced enough to allow them to
leave the planet,
but their astronomy was
advanced enough to tell them that
on this day,
this
world and that world up there
will collide."
 
"And as a result, this
society just kind of faded
away.  There was no war, no destruction,
no final days of looting and
debauchery. 
Instead, they just stopped having children,
stopped advancing, stopped
building.  Their
numbers fell.  Then, the last of the kind
came here.  I wonder why
here."
 
"Maybe because this is the
highest land on this
continent.  The tides would come here
last," Chiang
explained.
 
"No," Remlor
continued.  "It's more than
that.  This location must hold something
special.  He could have
gone to many places,
but he choose to come here.  I wonder
if he had any hope of surviving
until this moment,
so that his end would be his
world's end."
 
"I don't know.  He
was very old. 
Apparently, he had been alone for some time."
 
"And avoided going
mad?"
"He might have prepared for being
alone."
 
"How?" Remlor asked.
"How could anybody prepare
for
that?"
 
Chiang thought about that for a
few seconds, and
answered, "When you have no choice,
you do what you
must."
 
The moment had been
bright.  The sun was
setting, casting its golden and orange rays
across the mountains and the waves down
below.  The wind still blew, teasing their
hair.  She could almost
feel the planet groan
under the gravitational influence of
the other world.
 
"Sunset," she
said.  It actually came a
little
earlier than it should, as the approaching
world slid across the
sun.  Darkness fell
rapidly.
 
Chiang added, "And this world
will never see
another sunrise."
 
Steve
The Universe
Unbounded.
 
Visit "Star Trek: Athena" at http://ussathena.iwarp.com;">http://ussathena.iwarp.comhttp://ussathena.iwarp.com">http://ussathena.iwarp.com;
 






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