Post by lucymalta on Mar 9, 2009 8:01:08 GMT -10
One of Whoopies heroines is Nichelle Nichols who played Lieutenant Uhura in the original Star Trek Series. She badgered TNG producers for ages before they finally wrote in a part for her.
As for me... I'm in a really good mood (Hubby just came home, though he is currently fast asleep...) so, to help those of you that are not SF fans, I'll post a little more...
Don't think I'll do it every day though, you know me.....
Lucy
Chapter 7
“Guinan?”
The El-Aurian woman was pulled out of her quiet contemplation by a soft thought inside her mind and sighed, not surprised to see the Sentinel before her. “Hello Sentinel, I thought one of your people would come looking for me after what happened this morning, though I am surprised that it is you.”
The Sentinel’s colours whirled slightly, “My people feel a little uncomfortable around the ship – we are after all, a little… distinctive.” Guinan gave a wry smile; the energy form was beginning to develop a dry sense of humour, probably a product of its meetings with the ship’s first officer. “I and the Manager will be representing their interests, until we find a more… suitable form.”
Guinan nodded, “And it is your character, the Scholars were always regarded as being as the most reclusive of our people, though sociable amongst themselves.”
A sigh echoed in her mind, “Yes, but it is something that we will have to redress if we are to be welcomed back into society. Mr Data tells me that the El-Aurian’s have scattered throughout the galaxy – is that true?”
Guinan nodded, “When the Borg destroyed our planets, we ran in all directions, trying to find those that could help us. Many have never been heard of again, but a few of us found the Federation who have been most resourceful in the fight against that race of…” She paused, “Why do you ask?”
The Sentinel paused, “It had been the hope of the Symehk people that we could find a home together – on a planet where we could work closely with others. Obviously, now we know our ancestry, El-Auria would have been the perfect place, but from what you have told me, that will not be possible.”
Guinan sighed, “The El-Aurian’s have always been fond of travel, but due to the Borg we have become nomads, moving from place to place. I am lucky to have found a home here on the Enterprise which moves around, satisfying my wanderlust, whilst giving me a firm base.”
The Sentinel said nothing for a moment, absorbing and interpreting the information it had received. “That is not the wish of the Symehk. For us to share ourselves, become one with another race, we must remain in one place – yes, possibly travelling around as needs require, but having somewhere we can call home.”
“Does that pose a problem?”
“I am not sure; I think it will mean that we would not adopt El-Aurian form and traditions – would that pose a problem for you and others like you?”
Guinan was puzzled for a moment then realized what the Sentinel meant. “You mean would modern El-Aurians be upset if you did not become the Scholars of old? People whom many think are legend – and are secretly afraid of?”
The Sentinel’s silence made her smile softly, “I think you are finding the right way – you cannot become your ancestors – you have evolved beyond that. The El-Aurian’s that still live will accept you as part of us – like cousins – but we have evolved in different ways. Going back to the past could stir up old troubles, old stories that may not help you to re-integrate in modern society.”
“So you feel we should find a new identity?”
Guinan nodded, “There are many humanoid forms, which speak many different languages and have many traditions – you have plenty of choice from which to choose a new identity.”
A soft chuckle came to her mind, “So – you have already felt our decision to become humanoid…”
Guinan laughed, “Of course – what else could you be, the greatest chance of survival for your race is with the humans, you just need to find an identity that works for you – much as the officers of Starfleet wear a uniform, you need to find a shape and form that identifies you as descendents of an ancient race, without making you too different.”
The Sentinel gave a startled exclamation, “Guinan, I knew coming to you would help – you have just given me an idea… I must discuss this with my people immediately.”
Watching the energy form leave 10 Forward, Guinan smiled, her race would have been afraid of the re-emergence of the scholars, she herself knew there was nothing to be concerned about, but she was one of the most open minded of her people.
If the Symehk regained Human form, they could work closely with the Federation and Starfleet especially – a place where their gifts would be most respected and needed. She wondered what humanoid form the Sentinel would recommend to its people.
As for me... I'm in a really good mood (Hubby just came home, though he is currently fast asleep...) so, to help those of you that are not SF fans, I'll post a little more...
Don't think I'll do it every day though, you know me.....
Lucy
Chapter 7
“Guinan?”
The El-Aurian woman was pulled out of her quiet contemplation by a soft thought inside her mind and sighed, not surprised to see the Sentinel before her. “Hello Sentinel, I thought one of your people would come looking for me after what happened this morning, though I am surprised that it is you.”
The Sentinel’s colours whirled slightly, “My people feel a little uncomfortable around the ship – we are after all, a little… distinctive.” Guinan gave a wry smile; the energy form was beginning to develop a dry sense of humour, probably a product of its meetings with the ship’s first officer. “I and the Manager will be representing their interests, until we find a more… suitable form.”
Guinan nodded, “And it is your character, the Scholars were always regarded as being as the most reclusive of our people, though sociable amongst themselves.”
A sigh echoed in her mind, “Yes, but it is something that we will have to redress if we are to be welcomed back into society. Mr Data tells me that the El-Aurian’s have scattered throughout the galaxy – is that true?”
Guinan nodded, “When the Borg destroyed our planets, we ran in all directions, trying to find those that could help us. Many have never been heard of again, but a few of us found the Federation who have been most resourceful in the fight against that race of…” She paused, “Why do you ask?”
The Sentinel paused, “It had been the hope of the Symehk people that we could find a home together – on a planet where we could work closely with others. Obviously, now we know our ancestry, El-Auria would have been the perfect place, but from what you have told me, that will not be possible.”
Guinan sighed, “The El-Aurian’s have always been fond of travel, but due to the Borg we have become nomads, moving from place to place. I am lucky to have found a home here on the Enterprise which moves around, satisfying my wanderlust, whilst giving me a firm base.”
The Sentinel said nothing for a moment, absorbing and interpreting the information it had received. “That is not the wish of the Symehk. For us to share ourselves, become one with another race, we must remain in one place – yes, possibly travelling around as needs require, but having somewhere we can call home.”
“Does that pose a problem?”
“I am not sure; I think it will mean that we would not adopt El-Aurian form and traditions – would that pose a problem for you and others like you?”
Guinan was puzzled for a moment then realized what the Sentinel meant. “You mean would modern El-Aurians be upset if you did not become the Scholars of old? People whom many think are legend – and are secretly afraid of?”
The Sentinel’s silence made her smile softly, “I think you are finding the right way – you cannot become your ancestors – you have evolved beyond that. The El-Aurian’s that still live will accept you as part of us – like cousins – but we have evolved in different ways. Going back to the past could stir up old troubles, old stories that may not help you to re-integrate in modern society.”
“So you feel we should find a new identity?”
Guinan nodded, “There are many humanoid forms, which speak many different languages and have many traditions – you have plenty of choice from which to choose a new identity.”
A soft chuckle came to her mind, “So – you have already felt our decision to become humanoid…”
Guinan laughed, “Of course – what else could you be, the greatest chance of survival for your race is with the humans, you just need to find an identity that works for you – much as the officers of Starfleet wear a uniform, you need to find a shape and form that identifies you as descendents of an ancient race, without making you too different.”
The Sentinel gave a startled exclamation, “Guinan, I knew coming to you would help – you have just given me an idea… I must discuss this with my people immediately.”
Watching the energy form leave 10 Forward, Guinan smiled, her race would have been afraid of the re-emergence of the scholars, she herself knew there was nothing to be concerned about, but she was one of the most open minded of her people.
If the Symehk regained Human form, they could work closely with the Federation and Starfleet especially – a place where their gifts would be most respected and needed. She wondered what humanoid form the Sentinel would recommend to its people.