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Liam Kincaid slid his hands into a pair of black leather gloves before heading to work. It minimized the chance that someone would notice the faint reddish mark in the center of each of his palms. After a brisk morning stroll from his car to the embassy, he worked his way over to Da'an's office where he found the Taelon reclining in his energy stream. Liam felt the faint hum of Da'an's presence in the Commonality and immediately tuned it out. He had come within a breathe of being exposed by Quo'on at Boone's funeral after his vision of the Synod leader's demise, which was something he hoped did not reoccur.
Liam replayed the events of Boone's funeral in his mind, especially his knocking Da'an down. At that point he had not especially cared much about the Taelon, but after the vision Sandoval's memories and accompanying emotions rushed to the forefront of his mind. Before Liam knew it, he and Da'an were on the grass putting dark green stains on the dry clean only uniform Augur had procured for him.
Liam came to respect Da'an after he helped the Taelon up, something he could not explain passed between them at that moment. Da'an could have exposed him then and there, but chose not to. Liam quickly developed a strong respect and possibly love, akin to what a child feels for a parent or beloved relation, for the North American Companion.
As he sat down at hid desk he was hit by a vision much stronger than any of the others he had experienced. Usually, he tried to block them out since most of his visions dealt with death and he'd rather not know who was next. Liam put in head between his hands, feeling hit by the psychic equivalent of a steaming locomotive.
When next he opened his eyes, he was standing in front of a blond haired woman Liam though he should recognize. They were in a church and she wore a wedding dress, her face wreathed in smiles. When he moved his hand to place the wedding ring on her finger, he noticed that was not his hand. Then he caught sight of a reflection on the lid of the highly polished black piano: Sandoval.
No sooner than Liam realize what was going on about him, than the world collapsed into pieces. Moments later everything reformed, like a kaleidoscope, into an entirely different image. He was staring out of a large window at a spectacular ringed planet with no less than eleven moons. Liam felt his posture was odd, indeed everything about his body seemed strange...and green. Then he was wrenched ahead again.
Liam recognized the rolling green landscape of Ireland easily. After all, he'd been there before. He was sitting on a hill watching several children play. There was a rather worn book of local folklore open on his lap and a light breeze ruffled his hair, which felt much heavier than usual. Just as he noticed a younger version of his grandmother approaching, everything faded.
Liam came to still slumped in his desk chair, but with Da'an watching him worriedly. He sat up and immediately rubbed at the back of his neck to ease the crick that had developed.
"What...?" Liam began.
"I believe you are experiencing a phenomenon known to both Kimera and Taelons." Da'an said in a tone with some amusement.
"Which is?" Liam prompted. One of the very few things that annoyed him about Da'an was the Taelon's habit of giving him more questions and observations than answers. Da'an often preferred to direct him toward answers rather than give them outright.
"You have not spent a great deal of time exploring your ancestral memories." Da'an stated.
"Well," Liam said turning slightly crimson thinking of the memories he had uncovered during his few attempts, "I have been kind of busy lately."
"Now that your personality is more developed, the blocks that restrain the majority of your ancestral memories are weakening." Da'an explained. "I surmised this when you began to discuss a planet on the rim of the galaxy in the Kimeran language."
"I was talking? I don't recall talking during that, experience." Liam exclaimed. "What happens if I do that on the mothership!" As the possibilities flitted through his mind, panic began to set in.
"I can teach you the Taelon technique of dealing with your inherited memories." Da'an said, gesturing for Liam to approach him and share with him.
"If not, Sandoval is going to wonder why I'm going on about events from his childhood." Liam muttered as he pressed his palm to Da'an's and the Taelon demonstrated the way to create barrier to contain the memories as well as how to find specific memories when he needed them.