Star Trek Hunter
Episode 24: A Trillian Problem
Scene 18: Jet Traxx
In addition to the Trill Senate Tower and the United Federation of Planets Administrative Center in the City of Laren Manev, both of which had been obliterated in the well-publicized attack by General Hialal Mulaax's forces, the embassies of the Vulcan High Command, the Andorian Empire, the Cardassian Union, the Betazed Consulate, the Klingon Empire and the United Earth Governments had all been damaged beyond repair and were condemned. This left the historic Laren Manev Municipal Building, the Ferengi Commerce Authority and the Bajoran Temple as the only meeting halls sufficient to host a reconstruction conference.
Even though Traxx had been banned from taking another host by the priesthood, under trillian customs, the oldest joined symbiont had the right to convene any governing body of symbionts. These customs predated the priesthood by centuries and when Jet Traxx pressed her right, while it was bitterly opposed by the Symbiont Sanctuary priests, it was generally supported by joined trills in no small part out of curiosity about the legendary wild symbiont (and in no small amount out of resentment the symbionts harbored toward the priesthood.)
Jet and the Boel family, which seemed to unapologetically include Elaine Norman, had traveled to the U.S.S. Ark along with Captain Kenneth Dolphin and Lt. Grorher. The Ark was simply unimaginably large and the only part of it they visited was Ark Hospital Section 2.D., one of 16 sprawling medical facilities in Saucer Section 2, for 2nd Lt. Chrissiana Trei to perform reconstructive surgery on Jet's nose and provide health checkups for the rest of Jet's family and for Lt. Grorher.
The large, furry pilot took the opportunity to obtain a fresh, red uniform and wash the static and leaves out of his bushels of blonde hair. Elaine Norman also received much needed restorative surgery, removing the many battle scars and repairing damage to her side and her leg that she had sustained during the firefight on the Vulcan Weather Control station.
Several thousand people, not only trills, but representatives from other federation worlds, the Klingon Empire and the embattled Cardassian Union, were gathered in the balconies of the Bajoran Temple, where Jet Traxx had decided to hold the reconstruction meeting. Newly appointed senators, representing the municipal and regional governments across the planet, had seats on the floor. It was the first Trill Senate in centuries that actually resembled the populace. In addition to the trills most commonly seen offworld, were trills with spotting so light it was almost nonexistent and trills whose entire bodies were covered with large spots. Very few of these trills were joined to symbionts – which disqualified them from leadership positions.
Even these traditionally disadvantaged trills were stunned and let out a gasp when Jet Traxx entered the room and walked from the narthex to the chancel, flanked on her left by a human with curly blonde hair wearing a black Star Fleet uniform with the rank insignia of captain and on her right by an oddly handsome beast with carefully combed blonde tresses that completely covered the back of his red Star Fleet uniform, which bore the rank insignia of a first lieutenant.
It was not her honor guard of Star Fleet officers that caused the gasps of disbelief and startled looks.
Nor was it Jet's evident immaturity and the uncomfortable looking bulge of the ancient symbiont in her dermal pouch that her gown could cover but not conceal.
It was her nose.
The reconstructive surgery had restored the bajoran nose ridges that were Jet's birthright as a hybrid trill and bajoran.
As Captain Kenneth Dolphin and Lt. Grorher found seats at the rear of the chancel, Jet took her place on the chancel dais.
"What gives you the right to judge yourself unworthy of an exceptional life?
"What right do you have to hold yourself above the needs of your neighbors, above the needs of your family, above your own needs and instead to give in to the lifeless void that our universe seems to present to you nearly everywhere you look?
"What gives you the right to sigh and step aside from one moment of your potential?
"What gives you the right to drop your head into your hands and deny to the universe the gifts that the universe has gifted to you?"
"It is appropriate that we are met in place, this temple to the Prophets of Bajor, for I am brought to you by Bajor. I am Jet Boel and I am of Bajor. My great grandmother was Kai Opaka Sulan and the prophets have watched over me since my birth. It is because I am of Trillus that I bear the Traxx symbiont. It is because I am of Bajor that the Traxx symbiont cannot dominate me. I am a child of the prophets. My pagh was pre-ordained. I am a child of destiny.
"But look behind me and you will see two men who stood alone in front of the Sanctuary of the Symbionts and turned back an army. Are these not children of destiny as well? How else could they have had the courage to stand, only the two of them, against our mighty army and turn that army back?
"Now look to the balcony. There stands Elaine Norman who alone and without weapons or any special training attacked eight armed men, receiving severe phaser burns and yet she persevered and won and had she not, we would not be meeting in this place, having narrowly survived the greatest threat to our way of life, to our democratic institutions since their inception. Surely Elaine is a child of destiny.
"But you are a child of destiny as well. Think back on how close you have come to being killed – on how many occasions. Think back on the odd twists and turns of fate that brought you to this place to hear what one whom you perceive to be a child, thinks."
"I am a child and I think like a child. I am only 15 years old. But I lived six lifetimes before this one, six lifetimes before I met Traxx. And Traxx is more than two thousand years old – the oldest symbiont – the oldest of the wild ones. And within me, Traxx is given a new life, reborn, the wildness neither contained nor cured, but transformed.
"You should be wondering why I am not calling you to work together to rebuild our culture. To rebuild our city. To rebuild our civilization. That is the message you came here thinking that you needed to hear – me calling you to work with your neighbor."
"But you already know that. I did not step up here to tell you what you already know. I came to tell you what you need to know. So let me tell you something about destiny.
"Everything happens for a reason. You hear people say it all the time. And it is true. Everything happens for a reason.
"But you will never know what that reason is. Not that it matters. It was a stupid reason anyway and it had nothing to do with you, your wealth or your happiness. As far as you are concerned, it might as well have been random chance…
"Except for this: You were born. You live. Every second of this life you have been granted is a miracle beyond words and you must treat it as such. And see it as such in the eyes of other living beings – that their lives are just as miraculous.
"Burn this astonishing truth into your mind. Write it indelibly on your soul: Every moment of your life is a miracle.
"Do not waste a single moment. Not one. Give everything you are to this life. This is what these times call for. This is what our people need. This is what destiny requires of you: Everything."
"For destiny will ultimately take everything away from you. Whether you chose to give it or not."