STAR TREK: THE ORIGINAL SERIES - JANUARY 8, 2026 - YOU TUBE VIDEO: "IS THERE IN TRUTH NO BEAUTY" EPISODE TRAILER
Lovely telepath Miranda (Diana Muldaur) is aide to Ambassador Kollos, in a box to stop insanity when humans see Medusans. She rejects Larry (David Frankham), a designer of Enterprise, and senses murderous intent nearby.
Director: Ralph Senensky.
Story consultant: Arthur H. Singer.
Teleplay by Jean Lisette.
Producers: Gene Roddenberry, Fred Freiberger, Robert H. Justman, Edward K. Milkis and Gregg Peters.
Teaching them a different language+ aka Marv teaching Lyn some sign
Aside from a few basic rather universal gestures huntspeak had very little in common with the sign language Marvik used. The concept was similar, he supposed, though the language the padjal used was far far more complex. He’d picked up bits and pieces here and there but there were still plenty of occasions his look of bafflement had Marvik reaching for his writing board to scrawl out what he meant. It was welcome, then, when Marvik had offered to simply teach the keeper more of his silent language.
Follow my hands, he’d written, and then proceeded to gesture. He went slowly, thankfully, and smiled when Lyrin’a leaned forward studiously. Then the padjal gestured to him, as if to say now you try.
“Well I know this is your name.” The keeper moved his hands in the familiar way that signified his friend beside him. “Is this to?”
Marvik shook his head.
“Took?” Again no.
Lyrin’a frowned for a moment then brightened, white ears shooting it as he blurted out, “Teach!”
The look he got was amused but chiding as Marvik grabbed for the board between them again. Lyrin’a was fairly certain he knew what the hyur was writing now, though he laughed when the board was turned around and Marvik pointed at the words for emphasis.
Stop guessing. Thats exactly what we’re doing this for.
“Alright, alright. Who knew padjali were such task masters..”
Normally Lebeaux Desrosiers would at least be polite enough to knock before trying the door to someone’s private residence. Yet this wasn’t a normal situation. This was a collections call. He checked the handle quietly, and finding it unlocked he turned it and swung the door open wide. THEN he knocked. “Good afternoon Marvik.” He called out cheerfully as he invited himself into the apartment.
Marvik Hawkewind had more or less retreated himself a bit more from the world with certain expectations or just not being home at all. Just of course the time he was, a special someone had to catch him. The hyur not looking particulary pleased that another headache was coming in. Really all that was needed was the sound of thunder in the background to truly underline this situation. Marvik walked to Lebeaux, but not close enough for the others freakishly long arms. ( What do you want. )
Lebeaux flashed that ever saintly smile at Marvik, despite the other hesitating a ways away to stare at him with a less than pleasant sulk. After a moment he wrote out a single demand. “How rude. I know you’re not able to speak like a proper spoken yet the least you could do his mind your manners like one.” He mused as he stepped closer, inviting himself into the apartment. “I’ve come to collect. You’re late on your payments for my reconstruction projects.”
Marvik was not happy at all over Lebeauxs presence, he had thought the elezen to be smart enough to far far away from the hearer. Atleast Marvik was not keen to let Lebeaux in any further. ( I think I'm well within my rights to not be pleasant with you. ) Sure emotions were hard to convey via text, but the venom was still thick enough in it. ( Fine, I was about to hand the damn bag of your money to the Moogle that was eager to get to Kugane. Then leave, I have no interest in suffering your presence overlong. ) Especially not when his head was killing him and he figured the elezen would just make it worse somehow.
Lebeaux smiled sweetly as he took another step forwards to draw closer to the sullen hyur. “I should really be charging you damages to my book as well. You destroyed it with your little tempter tantrum. It held significant personal meaning.” He mused as he slunk closer still. “It was the last remaining memento I had of my former mentor.”
Marvik tried to make a stance, before eventually taking steps backwards. While still looking torn between wincing and snarling. ( Your former mentor would have killed all four of us. I did what was necessary, its better that way. )
Lebeaux tutted quietly under his breath as he stalked further into the room. “You panicked.” He corrected sharply as he reached out to smudge away the last part of what Marvik wrote. Swiping away ‘its better that way’ with a gloved hand. “You didn’t know how to respond to the situation so you attacked like a feral, stupid beast.” He explained calmly.
Marvik took a step back for each step Lebeaux came closer, the hyur was clearly still on an subconscious level scared of the Ishgardian. Clutching to the board however in fear Lebeaux would break it again, then again it was nonsensical for now. Assumedly unless Lebeaux wanted Marvik to not be able to respond. ( I didn't panic! I did what I had to do, what felt right to do. ) Or at least what the tunnel vision and the thrumming emotions told him to do.
Lebeaux shook his head slowly as he continued to approach. “You panicked.” He stated corrected. “You were mad with fear. Not only did you destroy the book but you nearly destroyed Rinha’li and Geofferaut as well.” He reminded the other.
Marvik's back hit his bookshelf, having not paid attention just where to he had retreated and now couldn't step back further. ( No. No I didn't I-) he had almost written that he was in the right. He had felt in the right in that moment to get rid of all three of them and then the book. Marvik was positively cornered and the air in the room began to shift with his heightened emotional state.
Lebeaux reached out to push Marvik back against the bookshelf he had just cornered himself against. A hand settling on the boy’s shoulder to keep him pinned in place while he was busy struggling with recalling the events in the White City. “You cannot be trusted. A half-feral heathen who endangers the entire mission because he can’t control his own fear and resorts to baring his teeth and snapping at whatever he can. You should be caged. I’ll not make the same mistake twice.”
Marvik's aether passively flared in defense as Lebeaux cornered him, the wind shifting to knock into the elezens side to get him off. Marvik himself meanwhile paled considerably not only because he attacked Lebeaux but because it felt like he had just made himself aethersick, clutching the rim of the shelf and holding a hand before his mouth. This has been ever since Amdapor and Lebeaux of course in his antagonizing just had to make it worse.
The wind kicked up without warning, yet Lebeaux had been expecting a counter attack. He knew that panicking the boy would earn him a smack of conjury and his own fingers flicked, conjuring up a flash of light that reduced the burst of wind just enough that he wouldn’t be knocked off of his feet bit only aside a step or so. He responded quickly by raising his hand and bringing it down to strike Marv sharply on the cheek while the boy was holding his mouth. “Behave yourself or I shall do so now.”
Marvik flinched as Lebeauxs hand found true, he was pretty sure that the strength behind the slap had caused nothing short but an echo. Though Marvik remained passive over it, his head hurt way to fierce and he was busy not hurling all over Lebeauxs clothes. The hyur looking at his working table, right. Painkillers. ( Take your money. Go away. I can't deal with you right now. ) Literally couldn't whatever push Lebeauxs had given it had sent the hearer physically reeling.
Lebeaux lowered his hand after the strike. It had been intended to bring Marvik’s attention back to him but still the boy was too busy gripping his head and mouth, looking ready to be sick at any moment. Lebeaux grabbed Marv’s shoulders and turned him away, pushing him towards the desk. “Are you so adverse to the truth or have you simply caught the foul rot that eats away at Gridanians’ lungs.”
Marvik didn't need the push to the desk, but maybe it wasn't so bad. Lebeaux was less likely to have the hyur be sick on him. There were several empty bottles already strewn over the hearers workspace, evidence that this had been going on for a longer time. ( Does it matter? If I croak I'll just be less of a hassle for you. ) meanwhile passivly shoving the coin back towards the desks edge. Clearly expecting Lebby to just take it and leave.
Lebeaux shook his head and tutted under his breath as Marvik moved to write a bit of sass back. “That won’t be permitted until you’re finished paying me back.” He explained calmly. “You still owe a considerable sum.” He picked up the bag of gil and weighed it in his hand, then tucked it away into his overcoat. He picked up one of the empty bottles and brought it close to his face to sniff at the rim, checking its contents.
Marvik went to ignore Lebeaux at that, taking one of the painkillers and uncorking it and simply downing it. As for the empty bottle Lebeaux took hold of and sniffed for checking on it, its smell was definitely artificial a pure alchemical concoction. Depending on Lebeaux’s study of it, he might be able to tell that there were certain compounds in it that were also used to dampen aether. Whatever this specific potion was, it was to sedate pain and also to lessen aetherical strains. Considering that Marvik was definitly breaking out into sweats it was obvious to a medical practitioner like the Ishgardian that alot of pain was currently had by the hearer and maybe even a case of Aethersickness.
Lebeaux set the bottle down after he sniffed it. A pain relieving potion compounded with a diluted silencing tonic. “The best thing for it is a good bleeding.” He explained calmly, watching the Hearer with some amused interest but not a drop of sympathy. “Shed some of the excess aether so the body is no longer filled to the point of toxicity.”
Marvik eyed Lebeaux both warily and wearily. He had his money why wasn't he leaving? Marvik managed to do his version of a laughing, though it was more of a rasp. ( Believe me, I tried everything. Only to come back fiercer the next day. )
“A good bleeding.” Lebeaux emphasized, reaching over to give the hyur a little push to see just how steady on his feet he was after drinking down all of that painkiller. "But of course, you are the medical expert what would I know of such things after years of study and practice."
( I didn't say that you weren't a go-) Marvik was in the middle of begrudgingly admit that Lebeaux was after all a practicing and experienced Medic. Unfortunately, the elezen had ruined that for himself at giving Marvik a little push that was enough to stop him mid-sentence so he could steady himself and not tumble over. Glowering at Lebeaux, while trying to breath steady. Great the push had him right back to nauseous. ( Keep this up and I'll see to hurling on you. )
Lebeaux snickered in amusement as the hyur tilted and staggered, then glared daggers at him. “Right. Then I shall leave you to your misery.” He declared as he patted the pocket where he had tucked the coins safely away. “Good day Marvik.”
Marvik seemingly grumbled, albeit wheezingly. ( Wait. ) Twelve, this was going to end in a regrettable road. ( Fine. Do you want me to grovel now to ask for your help. )
Lebeaux was preparing to leave, yet he paused at the small wheezing sound. He turned to find the hyur had written more while he was turned away. “Groveling is rather nice. I do enjoy the sight of a good grovel now and then. But when you can’t plead it takes something away from it.” He offered cheerfully. “Shall I see if I can’t relieve your symptoms for a bit?” He smirked smugly.
“They like to paint him as the wandering padjal at Stillglade. It’s way more amusing now to hear their pious talk when I actually know him. A-Apto. For some reason it’s still hard to call him Marvik though. I need to work on that.”
“Gods what a mess. I wish there were something I could actually do for him. Besides being an over grown stuffed animal. It truly isn’t fair, he seems so kind hearted, he doesn’t deserve this. None of them do.”
Marvik Hawkewind had been at Bentbrench for a few suns now, first to help the farmers and breeders out with a particularly angered treant and apparently some child that needed aid. The padjal had welcomed the change from feeling locked up at the guild still. Now that most of his duties for today were done, all Marvik did was leaning on the railing letting his cast wander through the burroughs.
Lebeaux Desrosiers strode through the tiny village. No, it couldn’t even really be called that. Perhaps ‘outpost’ would be truer. There had been rumors of the pink haired boy being last seen in that area and Halone help him, he was going to aether tag that brat so he would stop running away. Some day. He was still waiting on Rinha’li to draw up the geometry for it. Running wasn’t going to work. The Ishgardian was worse than the most dogged of debt collectors. Heeled boots clicked firmly on wooden board walk as he approached behind Marvik. “This is the second time I have had to chase you down to remind you of your obligations.” He said firmly, his eyes darting up briefly at the strange attire on the other’s head.
Marvik, or well A-Apto as some would have called Marvik now depending who Lebeaux asked. At the Ishgardians voice did Marvik nearly jump over the railing from fright, before turning around. Looking mildly surprised, then mildly annoyed as he picked the tablet out. ( I'm sure Kuplo Kop had managed to cross all the way to Kugane and bring you your money. ) Seriously, the next time he would have Lebeaux signature something so he could not just pretend the money did not reach him at all.
Lebeaux smiiiiled as he drew closer. “With a name like ‘Kuplo’ Kop is it any surprise really that he ran off with the delivery?” He mused as he savored the hyur’s reaction. It was always fun to give Marvik a start. “You have been quiet lately, haven’t you. Hiding in your little hut… what is this.” He grabbed for one of the protrusions curling up from the Hearer’s head.
Marvik hiiiighly doubted it that the moogle had run off with the money, or even bothered doing anything but deliver it, the furry one had been actually rather enthusiastic to go all the way across the ocean to visit Kugane. ( Or maybe one of those, what are they called again, yakuza cutthroats tried to steal the money of you instead. ) Marvik meanwhile did not enjoy getting always a start from the elezen, he liked it even less when he grabbed one of the horns and in return gave his head a yank.
“Ohoo, it’s attached.” Lebeaux noted, seeming to be incredibly amused by that. “I thought perhaps you were one of those sorts who celebrates All Saints’ Wake far beyond the appropriate time frame yet it seems you’ve had something of a growth since we last met. A shame it wasn’t a growth spurt.” He teased as he gave the horns another yank before he pushed the Hearer away by them.
Marvik gave nothing short of an angry snarl by then, maybe pushing a padjal out in the shroud was not a wise decision considering that the leaves of the burroughs above started to rustle something fierce. ( Your money is probably on your desk by now, what else do you want. ) Because Lebeaux probably hardly only came by to collect money only or just to annoy him. Actually, Marvik scratched that thought. The insufferable elezen would actually do that. Hand going through pink locks to check that the yank and push had not opened up a recent injury around the skin where the horns protruded. ( If you're here just to annoy me then I'm sure the local Wailers will gladly give you something else to amuse you with. )
“Hmm, perhaps. I was passing through Gridania and suspected that I should drop in on you.” Rather literally, as it turned out. Arms folded across his chest and a finger tapped thoughtfully just at the side of his full mouth. “What caused it then. A physical manifestation of what an irksome little demon you are, I presume.”
Really, well that was awfully kind of Lebeaux if not extremely unwelcome of him to do so. Marvik’s gaze wandering briefly from the elezen to the wailer near them. ( What does it matter to you what it caused. As you can see it doesn't has any negative effect on me so your money source is secure. ) The least thing the ishgardian needed to know is that the hearer had a rank upgrade, so to speak.
Lebeaux smiiiiiled at that. “You still owe me a considerable sum of money.” He reminded the Hearer. “The sort of sum that isn’t easily gathered up, especially not if you’re working as a dog for a guild and then drinking all of that pay away at expensive hosts clubs.” He teased with a quirk of a dark brow. “I am always on the lookout for you to repay me in other ways. Since you’re not much of a lay, that option is out. But your irritating aether use can be valuable, at times. Therefore, I will need to know to make the best use of you.”
There was a short glower at the 'lay' part, though the padjal managed to reign his face back to neutral rather fast. ( What I do in my free time, while still giving you the sum, is up to me. Or what my pay and position is. ) at the mention of aether did he however look Lebeaux over, now with an even more almost ridiculous heightened sense could he tell that there was something far more irritating coming off from the elezen. ( My aether is fine. )
Lebeaux tilted his head thoughtfully. “Then you’re cured of your aether sensitivities somehow? If I were to cast a restorative spell on you, it wouldn’t make you drop to the ground in pain and sickness. My my, what /have/ you been up to in my absence.”
( Well yes, though I'd still prefer it if you would not do that. ) Because even still did the mans body prefer to either heal itself or only get an almost superficial fix then anything then an actual restorative spell. ( Recovering, as you can clearly see. )
Lebeaux lifted his shoulder in a small shrug. “Very well, then.” He noted calmly. “Then you are all recovered, in better control of your aether and able to be put to work again. I shall see what needs doing.” He tilted his head in a mock bow and turned on his heel to depart.
Marvik couldn't help the sneer at the mock bow. Lebeaux sure had a way to truly and always grate his nerves. ( I will await the next catastrophe then. ) And don't let the treants hit you on your way out. Because Marvik certainly was sure that something had not appreciated Lebeauxs yanking on one of their chosen horns.
Lebeaux ifted a hand in a small way as he departed. “Good day, Marvik.” He called out cheerfully, not bothering to look back over his shoulder to check the response.
“I can see why you would be unwilling to just hand Ciceroix’s grimoire over. Even if it would save yourself the headache of dealing with it you still feel some misguided sense of responsibility for this whole sordid mess.” Lebeaux Desrosiers shifted closer and raised a leg to sit on the edge of the crate, moving slowly closer to Marv as he leaned down to speak with a too-sweet smile. “Before we run off in search of bound entities and cleansing taints let me make the offer one more time, but a little better.” Dark lashes lowered as he smirked. “Give me the book and my belongings, then let me walk away. In exchange…” He leaned in closer so he was practically speaking into Marv’s ear quietly. “I’ll tear up the contract. You’ll be free.”
The closer the elezen leaned, the more Marvik Hawkewind leaned away. Nearly bristling as he could feel the elezen invade his private sphere and again testing his luck. Actually Marvik nearly jumped up when Lebeauxs was way /too/ close to make his phobia and anxiety spike briefly. Instead, trying to as courteously as he could, shuffled to the side. Again putting space again between the two and for a moment, one could actually that the hyur was thinking. Did he feel responsible? Yes, because the moment it became an issue for the elementals, it became an issue for the guild. It's not like he couldn't disobey, but there was no reason in particular in this moment, to consider such. Instead, the elezen brought up the contract. Marvik was rather torn on that, sure it would be the easy way out and getting the other out of his sight for good. But he'd also be betraying the trust placed onto him. It just wasn't in his nature to be so utterly selfish to put his own personal issues over what could be considered a state issue. The very fact that it was tempting was intensly frustating the hyur innerly. Who knew what sort of punishment the elezen would dish out via the contract later on...
The Hearer leaned slowly away until there was no further that he could lean, shuffling slightly. Not that it stopped Lebeaux. He had a very long reach, after all. He continued to follow along after, closing the small distance between them Marvik was obviously torn, he hadn’t responded in any way nor moved. Weighing his personal freedom from Lebeaux’s grasp against whatever mischief one excommunicated priest and a cursed book could get themselves into. It sounded like a good premise to a play. The hyur seemed stunned as he stared off somewhere into middle distance, the scales of his mind clicking almost audibly as they weighed and measured. A finger placed itself under Marv’s chin to hold his face steady and the medic leaned in close again without warning, this time until his nose pressed into pink strands and he whispered to the hyur’s ear. “I’ll tear it up right here in front of you. Never to haunt you again.”
The elezen was playing a dangerous game cornering Marvik like that, anxiety rearing up again and his nerves starting to get flayed by not being allowed respite from physical contact. By the way the hyur twitched was it enough evidence that it took his utmost attention not to give into "fight" instead of "flight" and headbutt the offending party. Seemed that instead of getting anything from the hyur by now, the smaller man seemed more keen on finding a way to measles away from being so godsdamned close. It was irrational and it was giving the other a vantage point, but the fear was real to Marvik and there was no need forcefully will himself to touch another person. Maybe, if he would look away, pry himself from the finger under his chin and the nose into his hair, he could politely stand up. Mask it as stretching legs.
The elezen didn’t relent in the least. He had felt the Hearer freeze under the attentions. While it seemed like the cogs had been clicking away cheerfully as he processed the offer now they were whirring into overdrive as the hyur didn’t seem to know how to react. “I’ll be gone, right now.” He promised, the forgotten cigarette falling away from the medic’s fingers to burn out on the ground below. The finger under Marvik’s chin curled slightly to tilt his jaw upwards, making the angle a little more convenient for Lebeaux. This time when he whispered a lip brushed lightly against the edge of the boy’s ear. “You’ll never have to see me again.”
This was punishing, the hyur was clearly being punished for some sin he must have commited that would warrant such misery. Touch starved and haphephobic was a volatile mixture and Lebeaux hitted both right now. Actually, if Marvik had been capable of squeaking, then that sound would have left him by the time a lip brushed lightly against his ear. His own sensitivty be damned, was he getting flushed from what felt like a panic attack incoming or said whispering and soft touch. Propably both. Instead, Marvik bit down on his lip in an attempt to ground himself, Lebeaux was doing this on purpose don't let him win. Don't just give into that extremely tempting offer, just to get out and away. Instead, Marvik tried to get away. He wanted to go home, slam the door shut and go to sleep for an entire sennight. To say that he was utterly demoralized and not shaking like a leaf was an understatement. It appeared that "flight" won over "fight".
Something must have broken in the hyur. Marvik bit down on his lip and Lebeaux could practically smell the anxiety rolling off of him. He wasn’t happy to have the medic invading his personal space like this but he was frozen, unable to move. The Ishgardian didn’t relent. The finger on Marvik’s chin shifted slightly, holding his face where it was yet gloved fingers stroked gently along the boy’s chin and jaw. “There’s a good boy.” He praised him in that same soft whisper, the tone gentle as though he was trying to mesmerize and lull the hyur into doing what he wanted. “I know you’re carrying it, just take it out and put it down. Nice and easy, take out the book.”
Marvik physically rustled the same way the leaves above them did in the wind. Or that he could just feel cold sweat actually starting to blossom, the longer Lebeaux remained close. He just was to frozen, to shaken up and to ready to flee that he couldn't even consider actually doing anything. Instead, the hyur was getting goosebumps from gloved fingers trailing on his jaw and clenching his eyes shut as if Lebeaux was about to actually physically harm him. Marviks hand instead seemed to begin forming a will of its own as it trembling felt for the satchel where the book was securely wrapped in several linen covered with runes and a crystal to ward off any sort of aether.
“There it is, nice and easy. Slide it over to me.” Lebeaux practically purred into the boy’s ear, long fingers gently toying along the Hearer’s chin and jaw up to his ear before sliding back down again. “Then you may remove the dampening band around my wrist.” He was amazed at how well this working. Usually invading personal space and ‘flirting’ like that was a good way to make others uncomfortable enough to do his bidding yet this was working out in spades. “Then it will all be over.” He promised gently, his pale eyes darting aside to watch the hand reaching for the satchel.
The hyur’s mind was completely at a time and place different, simply not handling the stress and anxiety it was bombarded with. Sure his body was still reacting, but it was almost robotic and still in what seemed to be hesitant. The hyur finally managed to grab the book, proceeding it out of the satchel and ungracefully flopping it onto the elezen’s lap. Anxiety was still radiating off from the hyur, as he seemingly froze again when the fingers wandered from his jaw to his ear. Seemed like Marvik instead wrote something out instead for going for the band immediately, the writing looped and near unreadable from the shaking. "I can't, I'm sorry Armend, I can't" in this state, Lebeaux seemed to have been replaced with someone else.
The book was removed and placed in offering in his lap, just as requested. Lebeaux doubted that he had somehow stumbled across the secret to hypnotism while unconscious previously, the only logical solution being that this particular combination of tactics affected Marvik on a far deeper level than ‘I don’t like this please stop’. It became apparent when the boy’s fingers moved for the chalk, forcing himself to write his apology. There it was, Marvik was confusing him for this ‘Armend’ fellow. “Sssh, ssh.” The elezen whispered soothingly, giving the Hearer’s ear a small nuzzle with his nose. “That’s alright you’ve done enough. It’s over now.” He promised, closing the distance one last time to press a soft kiss to the hyur’s cheek. The medic slipped away off of the crate and began to back away slowly, one hand clutching the grimoire while the other tore at the bracelet. He would have to leave his rings behind, but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make at the moment for the sake of a clean get away. He pressed the book to his chest as he began to cast, glancing once more at the hyur to get a better look at what he had done to him before the aetherstream carried him away.
Marvik was still completely elsewhere, there had been barely an reaction other then what was seemingly what had been something of a sob dying in the hyurs throat at the words 'you've done enough'. Seems that those were some choice magic words. Though even as the elezen teleported away, the hyur was still in a stupor. Though not picking up the rings would come to later ,once the hyur gathered his wits again, bite him in his ass for the getaway. That and the personal added vendetta Lebeaux had piled on top of it all
