Star Trek Discovery Season 5 Memory Alpha の小説・ストーリー

⸻ Then another screen appeared. ⚡ “Subject Two.” Memory Ilyaan. The current Ilyaan. 💔 His life unfolded before everyone. Every memory. Every decision. Every sacrifice. Every fear. 🌑 ⸻ 🌙 The Impossible Discovery The room became silent. 💀 The screens continued moving. Showing thousands of moments. Thousands of memories. Thousands of choices. ⚡ Then something strange happened. Very strange. 😨 The system stopped. The screens glitched. The white room trembled.

“Aurelia’s text. She spoke of a plan called C0D3X B—a bloodline protocol for memory inheritance.” Savannah felt her blood run cold. “And Magnolia and I were...?” “Alpha and Beta,” he said. “Candidates.” She closed her notebook. “Eva is ... generation two.” He gripped her shoulder. “They think they can finish what they started.” That afternoon, Julian arrived with files fresh from Iceland—surveillance photos, doctor notes, hidden Echo internal memos. He collapsed on the couch. “They predicted this,” he said, voice hollow. "The phenomenon was labeled children's memory syndrome. Except it wasn't a disease. It was design."

“I’ll entrust this to you only, Beta. If Ethan is near, alert me immediately because we will have to move our timeline up.” “Of course, Alpha.” The Beta bows and retreats from the office in search of Ethan Montgomery, leaving the scout with his Alpha. “Do you know when they will arrive?” Alpha Thrange asks, leaning back in his chair. The scout nods, moving closer and a bit to the side to speak more directly with the Alpha. Not meaning to, he catches a glimpse of the Alpha’s computer, freezing when he sees a woman on the screen. She’s in a dark, dingy room with very little light, and she looks rough.

He knew. Kael reaches out to touch my stomach, but the image flickers. A wall of black code slams down between us, physically tearing the memory apart. I hear a chime—a system-level override. High Elder Valerius’s voice echoes through the archive like the grinding of ancient gears. "The Alpha-link cannot be sustained with a biological variable of this magnitude," Valerius says. "Partition the memory. Format the connection. He will remember the city, or he will remember the girl. He cannot have both."

The Mad Alpha’s face swam above me, cold satisfaction in his eyes as he emptied the syringe. “Let’s see what your father was so desperate to hide,” he murmured. “Tell me where to find your family heirloom.” I desperately wanted to spit in his face. To laugh at him and tell him that all his efforts were for nothing because his truth serum wouldn’t work since I truly had no idea where it was. But my body wasn’t cooperating. And worse of all… something was happening inside me. Something I didn’t like. I thrashed violently as the fire spread. My muscles convulsed. Behind my eyes, something cracked open – a door into a memory I hadn’t known existed, guarded by chains I’d never seen.

“Probably. Future Alpha Raider most likely knows more than I do. When I turned eighteen I lost most of my memories. I am slowly gaining some of the memories back and they show a very different woman than the one sitting next to you.” Kai scoffed, but didn’t say another thing. Luna Barbara seemed intrigued, “really? Memory loss, yet they still let you become alpha?” Before I could speak, Mary opened her mouth. “Alpha Moon has earned the right to be our Alpha. She has led us into battle and saved us more than once. She isn’t just her past mistakes. The Wolvin pack focuses on looking ahead, instead of on the past and Alpha Moon is our future.” I mindlinked Mary to thank her, her words brought t

' I sat up and read it intently. 'Before his death, in an attempt to rid himself of his pain and heartache, the Ancient Alpha visited Craymen, a warlock who specialized in healing. Craymen exorsized his emotion and placed it inside a red amulet. As a result, the amulet forged itself to the Ancient Alpha, and when he made his final vow, the two were connected. Shortly after a new pack settled on his land, his body was discovered, along with the amulet, and buried inside a cave. It is believed the only way to awaken the Ancient Alpha is for someone with the same pain and grief to remove the amulet from his burial site.'

As he reaches the top, he looks at me one more time before he finally disappears. What was that? Who was that man? My eyes landed on the gamma on the floor, he's dead. But how? I didn't see anything pierced in his chest, and his head was still intact. How did that alpha- what was his name again? Ah, "Mathias…" That's right, that's his name. "Ouch!" A sudden pain got my attention. I saw a large cut on my arm. This must be when that gamma jumps to me. I held the handkerchief that Mathias gave me. It's soft. The fabric must be of high quality.

She saw the fall of AetherCorp, the cold corridors of the ISS, and the final, agonizing moments when Graves had been consumed by the Void. But deeper, beneath the layers of Graves’ personal failures, was a "Hidden Memory" that felt different. It was cold, precise, and vibrated with the power of the Exterminators. She followed the thread of the memory into a dark, simulated office. A figure sat behind a desk made of obsidian. "Admiral," a voice said—a voice that made Elara’s soul freeze. Graves looked up in the memory. "The fleet is ready. The Hard-Format of Earth is eighty percent complete. But the girl... the Vessel... she’s fled into the Haven."

The implications of Alpha Draxler's ambitions echoed through the room, an unseen force shaping the dynamics of our conversation. Without waiting for Alpha Aaron to respond or protest against my claims, I reached into my pocket and retrieved a small recording device. With a casual press of a button, I played the recording—an echo from a conversation with Alpha Draxler that exposed the depth of his plans. As the recording unfolded, Alpha Draxler's voice permeated the room, outlining his sinister designs. The air grew heavy, laden with the weight of impending doom. Alpha Aaron's expression shifted from curiosity to disbelief, and finally, to a pallor that mirrored the shock of the revelation. I