268: Essence

By Doctor Avery Breaux
80425.23
Time: Current

-=Breaux's Quarters, USS Serendipity=-

Breaux sat in his quarters, candles the only illumination. He sat on the floor near the view portal, a large array of candles spread out randomly on the table adjacent to him. It was the first time in ages he'd really had an opportunity to reflect on what had gone on.

The business with Angela had created turmoil for Starfleet and of course, Breaux as well. Now Avery had spent time with Vol and some of the other crew and was able to take two cycles off, and he had spent the time reflecting.

He considered just disappearing at the first opportunity. He knew the consequences that would bring-being on the Federation's wanted list, and eventually being apprehended.

He enjoyed his post on the Sera, and he appreciated, and had come to like the crew.

His thoughts ran to Angela and he had to force himself to meditate and find a peaceful place. He had resolved not to force some type of absolute with regard to his feelings on all of these matters.

Starfleet was going to want him to work. The Sera needed him. He had feelings for his Maquis brothers and sisters. Starfleet had decided to allow him to continue with his existence, they were simply going to call in markers.

He decided to let it flow. It was the most sensible of all of his options.

Breaux read the verse aloud once again,

"There's a tree that existed before the woods,
In age twice as old.
Its roots suffered as the valley changed,
Its leaves deformed by wind and frost.
People all laugh at its withered aspect,
Caring nothing about the core's beauty.
When the bark is stripped off,
Only essence remains."

"Essence," he said aloud. Candles flickered. He watched one of the flames, entranced. He'd found the verse he wanted to discuss with the Vedek. Perhaps in the process he'd found his essence.

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Doctor Avery Breaux
Chief Medical Officer
USS Serendipity NCC-2012