The Stellar Symphony

Posted on Mon Jun 22nd, 2020 @ 3:01am by Tisar Zemel
Edited on on Tue Jul 7th, 2020 @ 2:22pm

Mission: Divided We Fall
Location: Deck 5 - Recreation Deck
Timeline: Current

A Mission Post by Tisar Zemel
Mission: Divided We Fall
Location: Deck 5 - Recreation Deck
Timeline: Current
Sun Mar 18th, 2018 @ 1:05am

ON:

Tisar was almost ready. His new shop was as set up as it could be, hopefully he would be able to acquire new stock along the way. For now, people would have to do with what he had been allowed to use of the industrial replicator. He was still disappointed that he had lost the small collection he had been gathering when the Ravagers attacked, but he had sent for his items that were still in his storage back on Earth. He walked around the shop, making sure that everything was in its place and doing silent inventory.

So far he had an Algolian Percussion Instrument (a chime), a Bajoran percussion instrument, a Bajoran cabasa and several different Bajoran gongs that were used for everything from prayer to birth, a Ressikan Flute, a Betazoid gratitude chime and a Kirosian musical instrument, which was the largest item in his shop currently. It was an impressive piece, much like an Earth xylophone. He also had a selection of lutes from Risa along with many other stringed instruments from a wide variety of places. He felt like his selection was good. He had never really run a shop for free, but he imagined that maybe a love for music would bring people together.

He chose to do this. At one point his people had been artists and craftsmen, creative and beautiful and free. War had taken that from his people. He even felt that in many ways the Cardassians had done it to themselves. They had started the war with the Bajorians and the Dominion War was the consequence. His people were broken, twisted, shattered and scared. They no longer remembered what it was to be free, to make music or art. These days most spent their time just trying to survive. Yes, the rebuilding efforts had been great, but rebuilding things would not fix the Cardassian soul. Tisar felt that maybe someday he could help his people reclaim their heritage. For now, he would train himself by helping others achieve music.

Of course with musical instruments came music. Tisar had stocked a wide variety of both paper music and audio music with access to musical databases from more cultures then he could even start to list off the top of his head. He had a small program that he wrote himself, installed into a panel that allowed the user to select from trillions of musical files and create their own data chip containing the music selected. He was particularly proud of his program. The program did more than just provide lists to pick from, it also made suggestions based on the selections that people made, hopefully giving the potential to widen people's musical horizons.

They had placed his sign today as well. Two technicians had come and taken down his specifications and returned later with the lighted sign. The Stellar Symphony. Tisar loved the name. It said so many things so simply that he couldn't have asked for a better name. It expressed the space aspect, considering he was now on a starship. It expressed the music aspect, since he was a music store. It expressed the togetherness that was his lifelong goal, a symphony is only successful if it is in harmony. It also suggested togetherness despite variety, a symphony is not merely made of just one kind of instrument, it was made up of a variety of instruments that, despite their differences, still delivered harmony and beauty.

Tisar had been feeling pretty good. He felt like he was in a stable position in a stable place with a Captain and crew he could trust. It lowered his anxiety, which was always naturally on high alert. When your father had been part of the Obsidian Order it tended to make you a little paranoid about everything. He was glad to be away from that life though. He didn't have the warrior spirit in him that he once had. He had seen enough war and death to want to continue that lifestyle. He reminded himself that just because he felt comfortable didn't mean that he didn't need to pay attention.

He took a deep breath and looked around his shop. His shop. His shop on a Federation starship. Carefully, he walked around the room, rechecking his stock and turning off the lights as he went. Tomorrow. He would officially open his doors in the morning. He hadn't really decided what his hours should be so he had planned on tomorrow being a long day. He would open early and stay late. He would watch the flow of traffic through the recreation deck and make a decision based on that. When all the lights were out he went to the front gate and stepped out of the shop before pulling it closed behind himself and locking the doors.

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