Picard looked at his bloody hands. The hands he had used to carry his best friend Jack's dead body 5 miles down the cliffs of Tranzill and they were soaked in blood, his and Jack's and soot and dirt as well. The mission had failed. Jack was dead. Beverly was without a husband. Leslie without a father. He failed. Not the first time in his career but never with such a price. But now all he could do is look as his hands as medical officers said things to him that he only half consciously processed. He knew he was in the medical triage camp located 20 miles from the Cliffs of Tranzill. He knew other officers from other teams were also pilling in. The Huyevties were fierce warriors and they were very successful at repelling Starfeet's rescue teams. But none of that mattered to Picard right now. All that mattered was what he had lost. What the women who he had deep feelings for had lost. The young daughter he wished was his, had lost.
"I need to be alone" Picard said to the Doctor and nurse attending to him. They said words that agreed but he didn't process them, just the fact they were allowing him to live the room and go to a temporary living tent that those who didn't suffer major injuries to stay in, until a ship could come and transport them away from the planet. Picard walked. As he walked he knew what he had to do. It was the only thing to do. He arrived and entered the tent.
Once inside he picked up a data pad that was on a table and free to be used by the tent occupant and begin to type a message:
Beverly and Leslie. I am sorry for your lost. I am sorry I wasn't good enough to save him. It is my fault and only my fault.
PIcard put down the pad on the table. He cried. Why did he fail them. He took his side phaser he still had on him. He pointed it at himself and fired. For one brief second he wondered what all the other Picard's in other universes were doing. Had they did better by their Jack,Leslie or whoever else might have been in their lives. Is their a Picard out their that could actually live with what he had done and if so what would his life become. But only for a Second. Picard was now dead.
"I need to be alone" Picard said to the Doctor and nurse attending to him. They said words that agreed but he didn't process them, just the fact they were allowing him to live the room and go to a temporary living tent that those who didn't suffer major injuries to stay in, until a ship could come and transport them away from the planet. Picard walked. As he walked he knew what he had to do. It was the only thing to do. He arrived and entered the tent.
Once inside he picked up a data pad that was on a table and free to be used by the tent occupant and begin to type a message:
Beverly and Leslie. I am sorry for your lost. I am sorry I wasn't good enough to save him. It is my fault and only my fault.
PIcard put down the pad on the table. He cried. Why did he fail them. He took his side phaser he still had on him. He pointed it at himself and fired. For one brief second he wondered what all the other Picard's in other universes were doing. Had they did better by their Jack,Leslie or whoever else might have been in their lives. Is their a Picard out their that could actually live with what he had done and if so what would his life become. But only for a Second. Picard was now dead.
