USS Illuminar

Illuminar Compile A Cure Delayed
Dates: Apr 1st - Apr 12th
Mission: The Uncaring Stars, Day
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Mission: A Cure Delayed
Day: 1 - 4
Stardate 2445.10.25 - 2445.10.29
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Day 10 -- The Uncaring Stars
(USS Illuminar - Deck 5- Counseling Suite 3- CSO Jaton Alyl, Dr. Riven Mias and Dr. Michaella Kirien-
Mias- 0730)
Day 1
(USS Illuminar – Engineering - EO Ensign Scott Matrix - 0530)
(USS Illuminar - Deck 1- Ready Room- CO - Captain Sekal- 1000)
(USS Illuminar - Deck 1- Bridge- SO – Ensign(jg) T'Mur – 1001)
(USS Illuminar - Deck 1- Ready Room- CO - Captain Sekal- 1015)
(USS Illuminar - Deck 1- Ready Room- Chief of Security Lt jg Keung Lee- 1030)

Day 3
(Shuttle Tchaikovsky, cadets Eish Cuvh, Wisnton Soar, Ray Wong Jane Walker 0700)
(USS Illuminar – Deck 6 – NCO quarters – Security PO3 Hercules Devers – 1200)
(USS Illuminar – Deck 14 Chief of Security Office – Chief Security Officer Lt jg keung Lee. 1205)
(USS Illuminar – Bridge – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory – 1400)
(USS Illuminar – Deck 10 – Shuttlebay/FCO – Pilot Vic ‘Raid’ Montero - 1401)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Transportation Hub - CO- Captain Sekal- 1418)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Transportation Hub - CTO- Ensign T’Mur- 1420)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Transportation Hub - CMO Quinna Solice- 1421)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Transportation Hub – Chief of Security Lt jg Keung Lee- 1430)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Transportation Hub – Bohb- 1432)
( USS Illuminar - Observation deck - SO Ens. Penny McTaggard - 14:36 )
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - CO- Captain Sekal and Dr.Felicity Tate- 1442)
(USS Illuminar – Deck 10 – Shuttlebay/Simulator – Pilot Vic ‘Raid’ Montero - 1445)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - CMO Lt. Quinna Solice- 1446)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - CTO- Ensign T’Mur- 1447)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - Exam Room1- Dr.Felicity Tate- 1455)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - Exam Room1- CTO- Ensign T'Mur- 1457)
(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 15.00)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - Exam Room 1- Dr.Felicity Tate- 1503)
(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 15.05)
( ShirKahr - Outskirts area - SO Ens. Penny McTaggard - 15:07 )
 (Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - Exam Room 1- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice- 1508)
(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - Medical Examiner Mason Quincy -- 1510)
(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 15.15)
 (Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ME Mason Quincy - 15.17)
(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 15.20)
(USS Illuminar - Counselor Ensign jg Reea - 1522)
( ShirKahr - Outskirts area - SO Ens. Penny McTaggard - 15:25 )
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - Exam Room 1- Dr.Felicity Tate- 1526)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - Exam Room 1- CTO Ensign T'Mur- 1527)
(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - Counselor Ensign jg Reea - 1616)
(USS Illuminar – Deck 3 –Personal Quarters- COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory – 1800)
(Vulcan – L-langon Mountains - Ensign Scott Matrix- 1810)
(Xen’Tal – Shuttle port -- Security PO3 Hercules Devers – 1900)
(USS Illuminar – The Prancing Pony – Pilot Vic ‘Raid’ Montero - 1930)
(USS Illuminar – Deck 3 –Personal Quarters- COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory – 2000)(USS Illuminar –
(The Prancing Pony- COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory – 2030)
(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- CTO Ensign T’Mur and FO Commander Sienna Williams-Verin-
2030.5)
(USS Illuminar - The Prancing Pony - CSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 2031)
(USS Illuminar – The Prancing Pony- COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory – 2032)
(USS Illuminar – The Prancing Pony- CSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl – 2033)
(USS Illuminar – The Prancing Pony- Officer’s Lounge Manager- Diane Chamberlain – 2035)
(USS Illuminar – The Prancing Pony – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 2037)
(USS Illuminar – The Prancing Pony- Aft Lounge Manager- Diane Chamberlain – 2038)
(USS Illuminar – The Prancing Pony – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory and Reolra Dosar - 2040)
(USS Illuminar – The Prancing Pony- Aft Lounge Manager- Diane Chamberlain – 2041)
(USS Illuminar - The Prancing Pony - CSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 2042)
(USS Illuminar - The Prancing Pony - Reolra Dosar-2043)
(USS Illuminar - The Prancing Pony - Sam Malone - 2045)
(USS Illuminar – The Prancing Pony- Aft Lounge Manager- Diane Chamberlain – 2046)
(USS Illuminar - The Prancing Pony COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory and Vixen Reolra Dosar - 2047)
(USS Illuminar – The Prancing Pony- Aft Lounge Manager- Diane Chamberlain – 2048)
(USS Illuminar - The Prancing Pony - CSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 2049)
(USS Illuminar - The Prancing Pony - Sam Malone, bartender - 2051)

                                                   DAY 4
(USS Illuminar - Aft lounge - COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 0500)
(Xen'Tal -Security PO3 Hercules Devers - 0530)
(USS Illuminar - Deck 1- Bridge -COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 0555)
(Xen'Tal - Vulcan Institute of Defensive Arts - Security PO3 Hercules Devers - 1015)
(Xen’Tal - Vulcan Institute of Defensive Arts - Security PO3 Hercules Devers, Jardek and Ponn-iffla
Master Teluk- 1300)
(Vulcan – The al-Stakna Mountains – Chief of Security Lt jg Keung Lee. 1330)
(Illuminar - Deck 5 Holodeck Suite 1 Chief of Security Lt jg Keung Lee- 1630)
(Illuminar - Deck 6 - Fitness Suite Chief of Security Lt jg Keung Lee- 2100 hrs)
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>DAY 10 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
(USS Illuminar - Deck 5- Counseling Suite 3- CSO Jaton Alyl, Dr. Riven Mias and Dr. Michaella Kirien-
Mias- 0730)

 “...and ever since, Q has haunted my dreams,” Jaton concluded, as he opened his eyes once again
and looked at Dr. Mias.

Riven had considered the words carefully. At one point during the story he had asked the Trill to start
over and speak slowly so that he wouldn't miss anything. He had also asked questions and been
monitoring Jaton emphatically in order to gauge his emotional state. "I see. Interesting. Q played on the
fear and doubt arising from your miraculous rebirth which the Prophets instituted. With that information
we can now begin the mind healing session if you are ready. I will need to bring in another to monitor
and assist. Is this acceptable to you?"

“Yes, I am ready,” Jaton said after a moment, nodding.

::We are ready to begin my love. Would you attend please?:: Riven had asked for and received
permission to use one of the counseling suites for the mind healing session.

Michaella drifted in, a sunny smile touching her lips as she opened a medical tricorder and placed it on
a table, facing towards the two. She settled in her seat across from the pair and took a deep breath, her
body and mind visibly losing tension until she was a still, serene figure. Her thoughts and emotions
would not intrude on the session and at the level the two were bound, she could bring them out of the
mind healing trance if necessary. And just because it had never before been required did not mean that
they would not need the training. Michaella had been trained by one of the Healer Priestesses of the
Temple and was a medical doctor as well.

::Shall I provide the shielding so none of this leaks ?::

::That would be wonderful my love. Thank you.::

Riven returned his attention to Jaton. "This is going to take some time, perhaps a few hours while I get
to the root of the issue and try to get some answers for you. An assistant is necessary in the event
something unforeseen happens during the mind healing and is simply a precaution. All I need for you to
do is relax and let your mind drift. Your memories will guide me to the place I need to go." With the
imminent departure of the Illuminar looming Riven had opted to begin the sessions now.

“I understand.” Jaton sat back, and closed his eyes, letting his mind drift.

Riven settled in and closed his eyes then reached for Jaton's mind. The conjoined minds of both
symbiote and host were normally a tangled weave and not easily navigated by the uninitiated. The mind
and memories of the symbiote in this instance were more subdued owing to the fact that Jaton was the
first host and while he could sense Alyl, Jaton's memories or rather their combined memories were
easy to follow.

The first image began to resolve in his mind, and he found himself on a tram, crowded with the
morning rush. He looked around and saw himself holding onto the bar, a bright smile on his face. He
was very young, fresh-faced, and holding a guidebook in his hand.

 Riven was holding a vertical bar on the tram while clad in his white robe. The press of people was
notable and they were tightly packed around him. Jaton was nearby. The mind healer smiled at the
young Trill's enthusiasm which was palpable within the memory as he wondered what this might have
to do with the eventual issue. Perhaps this memory was a yearning toward simpler times or mayhap it
stood as a line of demarcation within his subconscious. The Betazoid decided rather than leave
prematurely to stay and see what might unfold.
The tram slowed and the conductor came over the comm system. “Cumhuriyet Meydanı.” Jaton looked
up from his book and remembered the name of the station he had to get off at. He began to move
towards the door and got off the tram. He knew he only had a few minutes but he still couldn’t help but
marvel in awe at the scenery around him. The beautiful city square, flanked by Kayseri Castle, which
had been overlooking the area for over two thousand years. Tresh might have had similarly old
monuments, but even still it was overwhelmingly beautiful.

But after a moment he shook off the feeling and got back down to business. He couldn’t be late on his
first day after all. He began to look around. He found a friendly looking face, and went up to ask the
man for some help.

“Pardon,” he began in halting Turkish, “ben bir öğrenciyim. Kayseri Lisesi nerede?”

The man smiled at the young Trill and answered him slowly, making sure Jaton understood what he
was saying. Jaton then walked towards the alley between the castle and the mosque, and disappeared.

Riven wasn't familiar with the area at all but Jaton's memory supplied the details which was Kayseri,
Turkey on Earth. The castle was an imposing edifice being hundreds of years old, made of stone and in
remarkably good condition having stood the test of time unlike most of its European counterparts. The
streets were abuzz with color and activity as hawkers called out the quality of their wares. The memory
of spicy smells permeated the air. Riven followed the hurrying figure into the alley only to step through
into another memory. Or was it the same? He had no temporal mark by which to judge.

They had passed the outer walls and joined with a group of gaily clothed students. The looming
structure ahead was adorned with streamers of scarlet and yellow and the great door leading inside
was bound with iron bands. The language being spoken was staccato and sharp with many gestures
and the waving of hands. Riven noted that most of the heads were covered by wound swatches of cloth
or very simple coverings that sat loosely upon them. He kept Jaton in sight as they passed through the
door into an expansive room with a soaring ceiling and walls of stone. Age seemed to hang heavily
over the castle but rather than decay it spoke of solidity and permanence as though it existed in a
timeless place.

The memory faded and a new one took its place. Jaton found himself in his old quarters on the Paladin,
lying in bed. He looked at the clock and saw he was on duty in a half hour, so he should get moving. He
sat up, the blankets strategically covering his lack of underwear, and heard a voice from behind him.

“Mmm must you go?” It was Addison’s voice.

He leaned back to take in her beautiful form, and kissed her neck. “I have to. I’m due on the bridge in a
half hour and I get the feeling I’m skating on thin ice with Straton already.”

 Riven leaned against the wall around the corner unnoticed. The memories didn’t include him and he
was just an observer here though he could interact with them to a certain extent as he had when
treating Sienna. This was a ship certainly though without the context of Jaton’s memory he wouldn’t
have known which one. Riven himself had never set foot on the Paladin though he had certainly heard
of it. That ship had been well known within the 52nd fleet and he was aware that Eva Straton had once
commanded it. Their paths had crossed on the USS Hades and their first meeting had been in a word
… strained. Eva Straton in many ways was yin to his yang, Betazoid and a strong telepath but trained
for a far different, more martial purpose. And the mind healer could well imagine her reaction in that
instance, she had been combustible certainly and quick to anger. Riven’s mental image held a small
smile at that meeting. He hadn’t given any ground to her and they had eventually come to terms as well
as talked through the initial sparks struck. Because while Riven was as mild-mannered as they come
he was not one to back down from a confrontation either.

He found the context of these memories interesting in the extreme. Jaton’s first day at school in Turkey
and a memory that began with a lover on board a ship of his posting. There was no sign yet of the
trauma that would ensue in the future. These memories were untainted, pristine and showed that while
the joined Trill harbored anguish he also had many pleasant memories of his life to draw upon. The
mind-healer smiled at that sudden thought. “And that in itself is a coup in the struggle to tear down the
post traumatic stress disorder he suffers from. To divert his attention from the trauma and replace it with
pleasant memories. And if I’ve learned anything today it is that he has many to draw from.” The light at
the end of the tunnel had made itself known at last.

The memory drifted away, and Jaton found himself shifting into a much darker place. Jaton was tightly
bound, hands behind his back and gagged. He could feel Alyl writhing in his abdomen as they both felt
their panic rising. Hunter then placed his phaser against Jaton's temple. He couldn't pull away. His eyes
went wide and he could feel himself on the verge of crying.

~It can't end like this. Please don't let it end like this.~


"The Orions don't take kindly to anyone trying to push onto their patches and they take less kindly to
anyone trying to stop it. Let this serve as a strong warning to all of you. Don't mess with the syndicate,"
the sinister voice hissed.

A burning iron was pressed on Jaton's temple. In front of him he could see his parents and a starfleet
officer he didn't recognise. He handed them a folded Federation flag and faded from his vision. His
mother collapsed to the floor and her wails cut right through him. The pain in his head intensified and
got worse. He felt the heat burrowing through his temple and into his skull. He could feel his brain
matter beginning to liquefy and then start to boil. He reached out his hand towards his mother.

"ATSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"

 And then nothing.
Riven's mental projection stepped forward and took in the scene. He could almost sense the acrid taste
of fear. This was fear given life, the last moments of a being departing in terror. The where and when in
Jaton's mind was now set and the mind healer could access it at will … and would. It was an easy thing
and natural for someone to mull over the erasure of a memory, those with no experience would
consider it but the priest of the goddess of Betazed knew better. Erasing memories left gaps in the
psyche, holes that a mind would circle frantically in a desire to KNOW. But more than that erasing a
memory would not rid the patient of the emotions, they would be de-linked, free to move around and
contaminate other pristine memories with their shadow.
PTSD had 2 cures, long term counseling or a mind healers cure. Jaton had already undergone
extensive counseling but this dark day had not diminished… that was why Riven was here. The cure
had to be tailored to the patient just as he had fashioned Sienna's; he would have to fashion Jaton's
and he already knew what he was going to do.

But first he had made a promise and would fulfill it. He was going to probe the dark time of death to see
if it held any clues. That time from this moment until the Trill had awakened on Mars. Jaton had told him
the Prophets had claimed intervention. Perhaps he could confirm or deny this … or perhaps not. It was
time to take a look.

He stepped forward …

The scene was gone and he was surrounded by velvety blackness in this interim of thirty odd years, the
time during which Jaton Alyl had been in the stasis capsule. There was no sou …

His head jerked around. Had he imagined it? Like a whisper at the edge of hearing. Another came then
another gradually rising in volume until he could make out words.

"Kah'li she'comb neosa." His head jerked toward the sound.

"Ke'sha kosa zu melok." He turned. There were others around him.

"Who are you? Why are you in the mind of Jaton Alyl?" It stood to reason that these were not true
memories at all but were bleeding over from another or others. In that case there would be no answer
but it behooved him to try.

"You are the child of Zomu."

He spun in shock toward the voice. "Zomu?"

"She who you worship, patron of the Illuminari. I bid you welcome."

Could a mental image have its jaw hit the floor? He was tempted to consider the possibility. "You are
not memories. You are living, sentient."

There was amusement in the reply. "You are correct. We live here … in this time."

He could see nothing in the darkness if there was anything to see. "During his death or in our time?"

"In both, in all."

"You are the ones who rekindled his life force." This was not a difficult leap of logic.

"Yes."

"You know Zomu, goddess of Betazed?"
"We do. She is like us though not of us."

"Who are you? Are you of the Prophets? Those of the Prophets claimed to have resurrected him."

"We are."

Riven turned in the direction of the new voice. "Why have you not shown him this before if you reside
here? You exist here … in his mind. Surely you could communicate with him."

"You are wise Riven of Zomu but you are not all-wise. There is a time for all things. A time for rebirth
and a time for inspiration. The rebirth has been accomplished. The time for inspiration has not yet been
reached. The awakening of knowledge is still distant."

Riven turned at the sound of another voice. "He will know some but not all. For this reason we say no
more."

All sound died and the quiet and tranquility of darkness returned. Riven remained still for a moment
listening before turning his mind back to his other purpose. He had learned all he could for now. It was
time for the healing. He turned and stepped back to that frozen moment.

The scowl of the Orion, the terror of Jaton Alyl hit him again, almost like a physical thing. The encounter
had reduced his clinical detachment. He would need to work quickly and precisely lest Michaella be
forced to intervene. This memory stood like a wall between Jaton and older, more pleasant ones. He
would not tear it down but would weaken it by tying it to a multitude of others. Would it poison those
more pleasant memories? No. The connections he began weaving would go only one way. A lovers
embrace, the excitement of youth would remain pristine. This poisonous memory however would
weaken and diminish until it took its place as just another unpleasant and unwanted thing. It would be
robbed of its power over him though.

He kept his mind completely on what he was doing. He had encountered many pleasant memories
during his time here and this was good for the more he used to combat this the weaker it became.
Finally he stopped satisfied not knowing how long he had been at work. The power of the memory was
already beginning to fade and over the coming weeks would continue to diminish. He checked his work
thoroughly before being satisfied that it was solid and would not fray. Once it had weakened sufficiently
however that wouldn't matter. Once robbed of its power it wouldn't regain its strength. He realized he
was nearly spent, the work was complete and solid so he rose from the Trill's mind until his eyes
opened. Jaton Alyl was dozing peacefully in the chair before him.

He turned to Michaella and croaked. "How long?" There would be time later to consider the questions
arising from this session. How had they known him? Had he been expected? Had this meeting and
mind healing been arranged?

Michaella stared at her mate and shook her head slightly before stiffly rising. Taking his hand, she drew
Riven away from the dozing Alyl. Wrapping her arms around him and holding onto him, Riven could feel
her trembling.
::There was a period of time, almost ten standard minutes that you disappeared from my senses.
Completely. The only time I have had that sense of you disappear so completely was when you healed
the young Priestess Shierrai five years ago. It scared me Riven.:: Her trembles began to subside once
the warmth of his body was felt by hers.

::What happened? I could see nothing, sense nothing. Only a blackness so deep and profound that…::
She sighed. ::The only reason I did not immediately break the link was that your vital signs were steady
and within the norm for you.:: Her dark eyes looked up towards him.

::The Prophets of Bajor were there … to greet me I believe. And perhaps show their handiwork. And to
provide some insight as well else they would not have spoken what was said. Their hand is in this, his
rebirth and perhaps his healing today as well. But there is more to come of which they wouldn't speak.::
He stared into her eyes. ::And they revealed something else as well which you will be interested in
hearing but first I need to rest and drink something. I feel like I've been at this all day.::

Michaella laughed, nervously. "You have been. It is well into the ship's night. 2219. Let Alyl rest and let
us get you fed. I have a desire for earth spinach lasagna."

Riven puttered around the Trill for a moment making sure he was comfortable, the chair was deep and
plush. "I hope you don't mind if we grab something from the replicator. I am completely drained." He
walked to the couch and collapsed into it. "I don't think I'll be moving from here for a while."

She smiled shakily at him then moved quietly around the small office, replicating two slices of the
human lasagna, two side salads and a pitcher of iced water with lemons in it. The water had all the
minerals and electrolytes that they would need. She placed a wooden lap tray across his thighs then
added the food. She then poured them both a glass of ice water and loaded a hypospray with a mild
pain reliever. "I need something after sitting there for so long. You?" She asked, injecting herself with a
dose.

"I suppose so yes. My back stiffened up a little. An analgesic would be welcome." He took a deep drink
nearly draining the glass before setting it down and cutting into the lasagna. "Thank Zomu, I am
famished."

Michaella nodded, injecting him next. "If you do not have relief in a few minutes, tell me." She was too
hungry to comment on the name he used to speak to the Goddess.

(Reply: None)
(Posted by Spencer O'Dowd (Jaton Alyl)
Charles Gatling (Dr. Riven Mias)
And Melinda Gatling (Dr. Michaella Kirien-Mias)

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(USS Illuminar – Engineering - EO Ensign Scott Matrix - 0530)

Scott had never been on Vulcan but was anxious to visit. He’d hoped he would get an opportunity to at
least see her from orbit, not to mention stepping foot on the one of the most historical planets in the
Federation. For now, he was stuck in engineering processing maintenance upgrades to the various
systems.

Maybe he could get Abbie to beam down with him to see the much talked about botanical gardens?
Better yet, maybe visit the T’Karath Sanctuary or even the L-langon Mountains. It didn’t matter what, he
just wanted to see something of the famous planet and learn something about its people. He may never
get another opportunity.

A few moments passed and the computer indicated that upgrade A-01 was completed and a level five
diagnostic had begun. “Computer, proceed to the next upgrade.” Ordered Scott. The computer
acknowledged the order and displayed the preparation matrix for the major work to be done. It would
take the secondary computer core several minutes to run the preparatory systems checks, shutdown
the affected systems and start the uploading the new algorithms.
 In the meantime, Scott punched up the database on Vulcan on the secondary display and began to
plan his possible visit.
(Reply Any, None)
(Posted by Steve)
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(USS Illuminar - Deck 1- Ready Room- CO - Captain Sekal- 1000)

The reply had come from StarFleet Command and he had reviewed the document. After a moment of
contemplation and acquiring the needed accouterments he engaged the comm button. "Ensign T'Mur to
the Ready Room."

(Reply: T'Mur)

After she had entered he gestured her to the chair on the other side of the desk. "Sit please." He waited
until she had settled into the chair before placing his arms on the desktop with his fingers intermeshed
and leaned forward slightly. "Ensign I have come to the decision of splitting Security and making a
Tactical branch. This was not done without due consideration but I find your skills to be of more logical
use on the bridge. Of course I expect the Tactical Department to supplement Security when the
occasion is necessitated."

(Reply: T'Mur)

He pulled a small black box from a drawer of the desk and stood up. "Ensign T'Mur you are hereby
promoted to Ensign senior grade and Chief of Tactical. Please step forward."

(Reply: T'Mur)

He removed the empty pip from her collar and replaced it with the full pip. "Congratulations Ensign.
Your promotion has already been logged with StarFleet Command."

(Reply: T'Mur)

(Posted by Charles G)
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(USS Illuminar - Deck 1- Bridge- SO – Ensign(jg) T'Mur – 1001)

T’Mur had become quite comfortable at the tactical station on the bridge. Although her time on the
bridge had begun as a time of internment, she thought logically so she could be monitored more closely
than freely wandering the ship on a patrol, it had turned into a position she had made her own. The
control panel was nearly at a random pattern, so she had already reorganized the digital display to put
those controls in a more logical configuration.

As she monitored the space the Illuminar was traveling through for any possible threats her comm
badge chimed.

=^= Ensign T'Mur to the Ready Room. =^=

“Aye sir,” she replied simply, knowing that this would most likely be the end of her time on the bridge.
She had managed to keep herself under control, but knew that he evening with the other women of the
Illuminar still opened her raw feelings and emotions that she did not understand. The sensation of
Sierras touch as they were pushed to a closeness due to the increasing numbers joining their table. It
had caused her to retreat and spend most of her free time alone.

She stepped up to the door and waited for it to slide open to admit her.

(USS Illuminar - Deck 1- Ready Room - SO – Ensign(jg) T'Mur – 1002)

T’Mur had not spent much time in the captain’s ready. Each time she was acutely aware of the
functionality of the room and of its patterns of order and structure. Some might have called it Spartan
but T’Mur saw it for what it was, orderly. She nodded to the captain as she approached his desk.

 "Sit please,” Sekal said offering the chair across from him. Usually a polite sit down was followed by
bad news. Even that thought was illogical. News was news, it did not contain in itself a goodness or a
badness. That was a completely subjective condition created by the receiver of the news. She sat on
the edge of the seat, stiff, expecting the delivery of news she did not wish to receive.

The captain leaned forward with his fingers laced. "Ensign I have come to the decision of splitting
Security and making a Tactical branch. This was not done without due consideration but I find your
skills to be of more logical use on the bridge. Of course I expect the Tactical Department to supplement
Security when the occasion is necessitated."

T’Mur sat back in the chair slightly in surprise. This was not the news that was expected. In fact it was
the opposite. Then all of his words came to her mind and she realized he expected a response. She
knew that his decision was logical, and was what was best for the ship, The needs of the many.

“Sir, I appreciate the opportunity. I am certain both you and Ensign Lee will approve of my
commitment."

He pulled a small black box from a drawer of the desk and stood up. "Ensign T'Mur you are hereby
promoted to Ensign senior grade and Chief of Tactical. Please step forward."
T’Mur blinked and stood up. She stepped around the captains desk as Sekal picked up the gold pip
and exchanged it for the empty one that had been on her collar.

"Congratulations Ensign. Your promotion has already been logged with StarFleet Command."

This was definitely not the conversation that she had planned to be having with the captain this
morning. She could not help but feel pleased, but focused to maintain her composure. She wanted to
laugh and cry and jump up and down, but that was just her affliction reasserting itself on her. But she
was in control.

“Thank you, Captain Sekal, I appreciate your confidence in my abilities,” she said, “all things
considered.”

(reply Sekal)
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(USS Illuminar - Deck 1- Ready Room- CO - Captain Sekal- 1015)

The business of Tactical being completed the Captain engaged the comm again. "Ensign Lee to the
Ready Room."

(Reply: Lee)

When the human had entered he motioned to the chair and waited patiently until he had his full
attention. "Ensign Lee I have split the Tactical and Security departments and given oversight of Tactical
to Ensign T'Mur. There is left the matter of the security department. Your promotion to Lieutenant junior
grade has been logged with StarFleet command along with assuming full command of your department
as Chief of Security."

(Reply: Lee)

Sekal removed another black box and pulled out a single black pip then stood to his feet and motioned
him forward. Adding the pip to Keung Lee's collar thus forming the Lieutenant's row he spoke and
offered his hand. "Congratulations are in order Lieutenant."

(Reply: Lee)

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(USS Illuminar - Deck 1- Ready Room- Chief of Security Lt jg Keung Lee- 1030)


"Ensign Lee to the Ready Room."
Lee in his quarters taking a shower. He was drying off when his combadge which was his table
announced "Ensign Lee to the Ready Room." He quickly got dressed, wondering why he was called to
the Captain’s Ready Room. Upon entering the Ready Room, Captain Sekal wave to a chair for Lee to
sit down.

"Ensign Lee I have split the Tactical and Security departments and given oversight of Tactical to Ensign
T'Mur. There is left the matter of the security department. Your promotion to Lieutenant junior grade has
been logged with StarFleet command along with assuming full command of your department as Chief
of Security." Explained the Captain

Lee was momently taken aback..maybe this was a joke then realised that Vulcans don’t normally joke.
“Lt jb Chief of Security, Sir” exclaimed Lee. He breathed in and out slowly trying to contain his
excitement as he watched Sekal took a black box from top of his desk. Took out a single black pip and
stood up. He motioned Lee to come forward. Sekal pinned the pip to Lee’s collar

"Congratulations are in order Lieutenant."

“Thank you sir.” Smiled Lee and saluted.

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(Shuttle Tchaikovsky, cadets Eish Cuvh, Wisnton Soar, Ray Wong Jane Walker 0700)

Cadet Eish Cusv briefly wondered how he got through to the Academy but he was felt lucky that he
managed to get through all classes and the physical training.

Cadet Cusy didn't fit his stereotype of anything at all, cadet Jane Walker thought. He was just too...
effervescent to be in security. And green. And he was kind of, well, cute.

~Stop it,~ Jane told herself, trying to keep her eyes above her shoulders. ~Don't let first looks sway
your judgment.~ She had, after all, made it through the Academy and won a coveted slot on the
Illuminar

“So what did you specialise in?” asked Jane.

The Andorian cadet wasn't entirely comfortable with small talk, but part of the reason why he signed up
with Starfleet in the first place was to work onboard the Illumina with the best the Federation could
offer. Even if it meant having to endure conversations with someone much younger, though admittedly,
her beauty was tolerable.
"Sniper," Eish said, almost breathlessly. "Lt Lee recruited me straight out of sniper school."

~Sniper?~ Jane absorbed the information, looking at the Androrian security officer with a newfound
respect. If the chief of security had hand-picked her to join his team, he had to be good. In that same
instant, he noticed the carrying case tucked unobtrusively under her seat, long and sleek and
menacing. It took but a second for her to realize what it was.

"Is that..."she began, tentatively, "...uhm, an SRS-99?"

The technical specs flashed through his head - length 161.2 cm, width 22.7 cm, weight 3.8 kg empty,
ammunition type 14.5 x 114mm tritanium, single and semi-automatic firing mode, capable of penetrating
physical and energy shielding, first used in the Dominion War where its reliability and durability were
proven...

Cusy beamed, patting the top of her sniper rifle case. "I never go anywhere without her."

Jane was almost on the verge of asking if the Androrian had named his weapon... and decided to defer
the question for a later occasion. There would be time enough to talk to Cinda at length once they had
settled aboard.

Seated behind them, cadet Winston Soar was also quite excited, although he was acutely aware that
working on a real starship was a whole other block of ice than studying at the Academy. He had almost
not believed it, thinking it was some sort of computer error, when his fleet assignment had come up.
Now he was only minutes away from stepping aboard.

Seated across from her was Cadet Ray Wong who turnedhis attention to the view outside the shuttle.
They ought to be approaching the Illuminar any time now. Life at San Francisco was enjoyable. The last
four years as a cadet had flew by, and now he was on the cusp of arriving on his first starship
assignment, and if the reputation of the Illuminar dnd her captain was anything to go by, he knew that
he was going to have an amazing opportunity to experience the adventure of space exploration.

"Shuttle Tchaikovsky," announced a voice on the comms, "you are cleared for priority arrival in
Shuttlebay Two."

The pilot response was crisp. "Acknowledge and thank you, Independence."

The pilot focussed on his controls for a moment, checking that the shuttle was flying on course, before
he pointed at a spot on the canopy, between two drydocks.

"There she is!"

The cadets craned their necks to follow his gesture, but jane couldn't see anything from where she was
seated. He had trouble locating the ship amidst the clutter of the orbital dockyard infrastructure and
small traffic above Vulcan. Yet moments later the Illuminar came into view, peeking out from behind
the neighbouring drydock. She felt his heart skip as he anticipated the majesty and grandeur and
magnitude of her-
"She's beautiful," said Ray the words escaping from his thoughts.

The pilot nodded. "Indeed she is, cadet . Indeed she is."

The cadets watched as the shuttle came around in a flyby across her primary hull, then smoothing out
an arc down the length of the drylock, curving into the plane of the base and slowed as it neared the
stern of the great vessel. The braking thrusters fired, slowing them down even further, as the pilot took
over the final docking maneuver, making a dozen small adjustments to smooth out the ride in a way
that the computer autopilot never could.


Winston had anticipated this moment for a long time, and now that it was here, He had to remind
herself to breathe. The long, graceful swept-back nacellhe - he could imagine its matching pair in place
- promised untold speed and power, and he knew that he had much to do to make herself deserving of
such an assignment.

The welcoming port of shuttlebay two grew larger as the shuttle neared, and the pilot brought the craft
to a silky touchdown inside the shielded docking bay, and cut the thrusters. There was a hiss as the
shuttle hatch depressurized, turning into a descent ramp.

"Welcome aboard, cadets ," The pilot said grandly, "to your new home

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(USS Illuminar – Deck 6 – NCO quarters – Security PO3 Hercules Devers – 1200)

Devers stood there, his kit bag open. He’s packed light, just his Muay Thai shorts, mouthpiece, his
mongkhon and pra jiad, a few pairs of causal clothing and sundries. Zipping up the bag, he swung it
over his shoulder.

“You sure about this Herc?” Collier asked.

“It is a tradition that my Kru passed on to me. When he would travel, he would seek out to learn from
the locals. He felt that more knowledge was better. This is the first time I’ve made it to Vulcan and I
would be a fool to pass up the opportunity to study at the Vulcan Institute For Defensive arts. Masters
of both the ponn-ifla and kareel-ifla study there.”

Collier chuckled, “And what do you know about those?”

“Nothing, that is the point,” Devers said. “You go celebrate on the town, I’ll see you when I return.”

Collier grabbed Devers arm, “Take it easy, I won’t be there to talk you out of any situations.”

Devers chuckled, “And you, as I won’t be there to carry your drunk ass home.”
The two friends released and headed off in their separate directions.
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(USS Illuminar – Deck 14 Chief of Security Office – Chief Security Officer Lt jg keung Lee. 1200)

Lt jg Keung Lee, Chief of Security leaned back in the chair behind his working desk, his name plaque
on his desk. He was still savouring the thought that he had been made a lieutenant, Chief of Security
even though he been carrying out the duties of such one when he was an assistant chief of security.
He still getting used to his new rank, being addressed as "Lieutenant " and no longer "ensign” any
more. He had his work cut out, now having a department of his own to run. His responsibilities no
longer revolved around what he had to do, but rather what he had to get others to do, Now it was official
and the most fact of all, that he was a policy maker. He had plans to re-organise the Security
department to make it more efficient. His thoughts turn to making a conspicuous examination of the
tablet PADD laid out in front of him. He looked up and gaze across the four cadets who arrived aboard
the Illuminar two hours ago. They certainly looked young, fresh out of the Academy and enthusiastic.
Probably eager to please as well




“Welcome aboard the Illuminar and to the Security Department. I am Chief of Security, Lt Keung Lee.
Now I want to make sure I have everyone I need here. Give a hoy when I call your name. Cadet Eish
Cush”

 "Here," replied the Andorian, his antennae curling slightly. He seemed to be smiling at some private,
secret joke.

"Cadet Winston Soar”."

"Present, Sir” A tall, lanky human, raised his hand

“Cadet Ray Wong’ said Ray, who felt a bit nervous.

“Cadet Jane Walker”

“Present, Sir” said Jane attentively. Her voice was a surprisingly sweet soprano, Keung noted, as he
checked her record on his PADD again. She spoke with no hesitation or shyness, “May I say on behalf
of the others it is an honour to be joining this ship and your department”

Talk about making an impression thought Lee. He still remembered when he had been a fresh baked
ensign from the Academy. He knew the excitement and anticipation. He had all he cadet’s record and
they all had come with pretty good credentials, with the right marks in the right topics. Cadet Eish

“Right, let’s get down to business.” Began Lee. “Actually, I want to start with the basics of what it
means to be a Security officer in Starfleet and above all being on board a starship.
Security Officers are part of Starfleet Security and are responsible for security aboard all Starfleet and
some Federation outposts, vessels, and facilities. In this function, they act in ways analogous to local
and regional police agencies, but Starfleet Security's mandate extends much farther than that. The
agency is responsible for maintaining and enforcing Starfleet Security regulations, procedures and
policies on all Starfleet and affiliated facilities, outposts, and vessels.

One of the primary duties of the Security department on board the Illuminar is safeguarding vital areas
that may be vulnerable to theft or sabotage, or that might draw intruders. I am talking about such areas
which include the bridge, main engineering, the central computer core, cargo bays containing valuable
goods, the shuttle bays, and the brig. When the ship t, guards are routinely posted at security stations
on the decks located near these vital areas, able to monitor the security scanners and respond quickly
if there is a need.

For a yellow alert. You will be placed on guard at vital points throughout the ship. You may be given
special orders regarding access to those facilities such as allowing no one but the Captain and First
Officer access. You will allow access to authorized crewmembers unless ordered otherwise. The
Captain, First Officer, or Security Chief can also give certain crewmembers access privileges, as
needed.

Under red alert, security guards are posted on all decks, as well as vital areas of the ship. If an intruder
alert is sounded, security personnel guard all turbolift and airlocks, and begin sweeping the ship for
signs of intruders. Information is relayed back to the Security Monitoring Station and myself

Standard procedure calls for at least one security guard on duty in the transporter room when unknown
or potentially dangerous individuals transport on board. The transporter chief can hold such individuals
in stasis in the pattern buffer if necessary, to await the arrival of security, and transporter scanners
automatically detect any dangerous weapons or other devices, and can render them inoperative before
the subject rematerializes, making security's job easier.

A prime duty of Security is safeguarding the commanding officer of the Starship. Captain Sekal and he
is considered a vital element of the ship, and treated accordingly. The captain should have a security
escort at all times in red alert situations, and when beaming down into any situation that might become
dangerous. The Security Chief helps to safeguard the captain while on the bridge, but additional
security personnel should be present if trouble is expected.

Part of safeguarding the captain involves performing security sweeps of areas before the captain
enters or beams into them. Security personnel check for any potential hazards and ensure they are
within reasonable limits before the captain arrives.

As part of security, you will form a vital part of Away Team Missions and every away team have at least
one security officer or more. When you are assigned to an Away team, your role is to remain alert for
any signs of danger to the crew. Safeguard the lives of all away team members and of course, you will
probably be engaged in gathering tactical and strategic information regarding any possible threats.
There may be occasions when a Starfleet crew may find itself with prisoners: criminals they have
apprehended, captured attackers, or even unknown aliens. On this desk, there is a brig to hold
prisoners and you will be assigned brig duty”

Lee stopped and quickly checked his Padd for anything else to say, then looked up at the cadets and
he noticed that these a sense of apprehension among them. Just then the chine on his entry door
sounded.

“Enter” called out Lee

The door slides open to reveal a large well built Klingon who slowly walked into the room.

“Ensign Kolr Loceu reporting.” Growled Kori

Lee could feel the tension among the cadets as they turned to see the Klingon bearing down upon
them.

“This is ensign Kolr Loceu. I’ve assigned you four to him as your orientation officer and instructor. He is
also the Gamma Shift leader. By the way, we operate a three-shift system on this ship. Alpha shift –
0600-1400; Beta – 1400 to 2200 and Gamma Shift 2200 to 0600. Its also known as the graveyard shift
which Mr Loceu will probably explain. Also, it is a good opportunity for you to spend more time with Mr
Loceu during the graveyard shift.”

Any enthusiasm felt by the four cadets dissipated at the thought of having a Klingon being their mentor.
Cadet Eish thought to himself that this maybe a challenge too far for him. Especially as Andorians
traditionally never got on too well with Klingons. Any idea of having an easy relaxing breaking in period
thought Winston, was now of the window. Cadet Wong who never been too successful in physical
training was now wondering what the instructor has up his sleeve. Jane Walker thought if Ensign
Loceu would go easy on her!

“Just one final thing before you are dismissed. I want you all to realise that this is a much smaller
environment than the Academy, and being part of this crew means having the responsibility to avoid
any relationships or situations which might lead to a negative impact on the efficient running of this ship.
You are all part of a team"

"Yes, sir, fully understood." Said Jane.

The others nodded in agreement

“Excellent.” Said Lee, smiling. “Good luck and welcome board again. Ensign Loceu. They all yours.
Dismissed.”

“Cadets.” Roared ensign. “On your feet and move out. On the double.”
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(USS Illuminar – Bridge – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory – 1400)
The trip to Vulcan was uneventful, allowing Gregory to get two days of command time under the
watchful eye of the Captain. He knew that there was going to be much more work ahead of him as he
learned the role. Even though he had completed the required coursework, he had hoped to take this
downtime around Vulcan to review some of the areas his assessments indicated he could use
improvement.

With the Captain and most of the senior staff leaving for the planet, Gregory offered to stay behind.
One to catch up on his operations paperwork and two just to log hours on the bridge. He hoped to get
a better feeling of everything while it was quiet.

At the moment he was standing in front of the Master Systems Display. It was a masterwork of
displays, and at a glance, a trained individual could get up to the second data about pretty much
everything about the ship.

Right now, he was busy studying the MSD so he knew in an instant what each display showed, and
how to interpret it. He’d have to run some drills on the holodeck later simulating different conditions for
him to recognize from the data and offer a solution.

All systems were green. The board was pretty quiet.

“Lieutenant,” a voice called. “I have the requisitions you wanted to review.”

Gregory turned to see Ensign Chifukukku standing there, PADD in hand.

“Thank you, Mr. Chifukukku,” he said, taking the PADD from the man. Walking back to the command
chair, he sat down and started reviewing the material.

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(USS Illuminar – Deck 10 – Shuttlebay/FCO – Pilot Vic ‘Raid’ Montero - 1400)

The medical team was baffled as to what happened to Vic at the Prancing Pony. While his blood
chemistry was normal, and scans didn’t show any abnormalities, it took him a week to recover. In that
time, it was vitamin shots, warm broth and nothing much else. Even the light hurt his eyes.

 He was fortunate that Gunsmoke kept checking in on him, making sure he was ok. He finally had
started to feel normal as the Illuminar warped away to Vulcan. Today was the first real day his body
seemed to respond to his commands.

Walking into Flight Control, he nodded at the FCO on duty. “Afternoon Ensign Rager,” he said as he
handed her a cup of coffee. Always good to bring a peace offering.

“And to you Raid. Rumor has it that you’re finally feeling like yourself.”

He chuckled, “Gunsmoke telling on me again?”
 Rager nodded. “And now we’re around Vulcan, not sure I can have you out on a shuttle for a checkout
ride yet. I’ll get it cleared with Vulcan Space Command for tomorrow.”

“You’re the best Ma’am,” he replied.

“Don’t you go ma’aming me Raid. However, dinner would be nice.”

“You got it. Know of any good places?”

“In fact, I do,” she replied, “On Vulcan, there is a place in old town that makes the most authentic
Vulcan food for tourists. I found it last time I was here. Tomorrow night?”

“You’re on Rager.”

“OK, I have the simulator all fired up for you. Standard training flight. Just to make sure your reactions
are ok.”

“Now you are talking,” Vic said as he headed off to change.
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Transportation Hub - CO- Captain Sekal- 1418)

The ship had arrived earlier in the day and crew were transporting down behind them. The CO had
been among the first to make good on his earlier vow. Doctor Felicity Tate at the Nivar Institute had
been contacted and was expecting them. Ensign T'Mur had shown signs of skittishness about going
down for the treatment which he had tactfully ignored as he was aware that the neurological damage
was having a widespread effect on her systems. With Sekal and T'Mur were Doctor Solice, Lieutenant
Lee, Jaton Alyl and Commander Verin. While Vulcan was as safe as anywhere in the Federation he had
come to the understanding that he would be going nowhere without someone from security
accompanying him at all times. Such was the life of a starship Captain whether logical or not and his
experience at Bajor had reinforced the logic of it.

Vulcan at this time of the year was not in high summer so the air conditioning in the terminal was
sufficient to keep the humans moderately cool as they walked through the corridor which would
terminate at an exit. From there they would take a ground vehicle to the institute. The Nivar Institute
was still often called the Vulcan Academy of Science even though its designation had been changed at
the lobbying efforts of Ambassador Spock.

(Reply: T'Mur, Solice, Alyl, Lee, Verin)

"The doctor has a treatment suite already set aside. The neurological conductivity test will be done
today and treatment started tomorrow after it has been analyzed. Rooms have already been set aside
for our use at the Nivar Luxury Suites facility nearby. It was the closest available housing to the facility."
Luxury was not necessary but then again he had wanted to be as close to the operation as possible.
Saleke and T'Kess were on Mars and Earth respectively. He could have chosen to go home for the
interval but would have been too far away from events to monitor them effectively.
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The outer door hissed open and a light wind met then fortified by raw heat. Sekal felt perspiration break
out on his brow. He had been gone from his home for nearly three years now and had not used the
simulation enough to armor himself sufficiently against the climate of his homeworld. The first several
days of waiting he would be reacclimating himself and taking it carefully afterward. They wouldn't be on
the planet long enough for a full return to native conditions. The light from the trinary suns was
expectedly harsh and he shaded his eyes for a moment to allow them to adjust.

Several ground vehicles passed before a small van pulled up. Sekal spoke to the driver in his native
tongue then motioned the others to get into the passenger compartment. "This is the conveyance that
will take us to the Institute."

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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Transportation Hub - CTO- Ensign T’Mur- 1420)

The tingle of the transporter effect disappeared and was replaced by the familiar warmth and humidity
of the Vulcan ecosystem. It was a reminder of how uncomfortable her last few years on Vulcan were,
and a reminder of a life before. There was a slight late summer breeze that that was comforting. The
strain of the past few days were starting to catch up to her as she could feel the apprehension of what
was to come build.

It had started almost as soon as they had started to Vulcan from the Sharlayan ship. As much as she
tried to isolate herself from the others who, apparently, befriended her that evening at the Prancing
Pony, so they would not see her concerns. Only Sienna would not let her. She would come and visit
her in her quarters, and suffer the Vulcan atmosphere that was in her quarters just to talk with her. At
first T’Mur was remiss to say much, but Sienna was patient, and very persuasive. T’Mur had begun to
open up to her. She was glad that the First Officer was with them now. Her presence gave the
Vulcan… comfort.

T’Mur looked over at the doctor who would periodically look over to see how she was doing. Spice was
the other person that would not leave her to her solitude. But her visits had been functional
assessments of T’Mur’s ability to do her job. Always the same response, “You are showing signs of
further degradation, but since you are able to maintain your control you are still fit for duty, as long as
you stay on the ship until we arrive at Vulcan.” T’Mur had the impulse at one time to simply take a
shuttle craft out of the bay simply to defy the doctor’s orders. But that was an emotional response and
would not do in the Vulcan’s own eyes.

Now they stood in the Vulcan transport hub, almost like an away team. T’Mur knew why the security
presence was necessary, but she couldn’t help but think that it was a precaution to ensure that she
would not refuse to go to the treatment center. Sekal began to lead the group out of the hub, and
everyone followed.
"The doctor has a treatment suite already set aside,” the captain said as he walked. "The neurological
conductivity test will be done today and treatment started tomorrow after it has been analyzed. Rooms
have already been set aside for our use at the Nivar Luxury Suites facility nearby. It was the closest
available housing to the facility." Luxury was not necessary but then again he had wanted to be as
close to the operation as possible. Saleke and T'Kess were on Mars and Earth respectively. He could
have chosen to go home for the interval but would have been too far away from events to monitor them
effectively.

The term luxury held a different connotation on Vulcan as it seemed to have in the rest of the universe.
Luxury here did not necessarily equate with comfort but maximum utility. The furniture was
comfortable, by Vulcan standards, but was sparse in each apartment as it was more functional than
opulent. T’Mur remembered her father brought her to the Suites before she shipped off for the
academy. “A treat” he had called it. More of an opportunity to relieve himself of the guilt of his
treatment over the previous few years since her … the incident.

When the door opened and they stepped out into the true heat of Vulcan T’Mur had to squint slightly
until her eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight from the three Vulcan suns. The low wind continued to
blow over her now perspiring skin, cooling her off with a slight chill. It quickly passed as her body
readjusted to its old surroundings. A small trickle of sweat rolled down her back.

A small van pulled up, and after a brief conversation between the driver and Sekal they followed him
into the vehicle.

"This is the conveyance that will take us to the Institute,” Sekal announced.

The ride to the Nivar Institute was fairly uneventful, and T’Mur spent the time looking at the buildings
and shops that she had been familiar with. There had been some changes, as would be expected over
the period of time that she had been gone. She could feel the tension rise in her body as they
approached the institute. Suddenly she felt a comforting had on her thigh. Startled she looked to she
that the hand belonged to Sienna. She gave her an encouraging smile. T’Mur did not return the smile
but looked into the supportive eyes and nodded.

When the transport stopped everyone else got out. T’Mur was the last to stand. She slowly walked of
the transport and looked up at building looming over them. She had a strange sense of foreboding and
exhilaration, like she was about to loose an old friend who had never been kind to her. It would be a
relief to be rid of it, but concerning because she was unsure how life without that friend would be. With
a deep breath she walked into the institute with the group.

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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Transportation Hub - CMO Quinna Solice- 1420)

Quinna continued on with the group. Though temptation was to wander the medical complex, Quinna
knew she needed to be where she was at. Even with the Vulcans being one of the founding races of
the federation, she knew they were still extremely private and difficult to be on the inside. With that in
mind, Quinna was anxious to meet with Dr. Tate.
Quinna hoped that Dr. Tate would be inclusive with her when it comes to T’Mur's course of treatment.
Quinna had to stop herself as she caught herself looking at T’Mur again to see her keeping it together.
She knew she was glancing again and again.

“I wonder what is coming next?” Quinna said rhetorically, but really it was a thought that was said out
loud. She caught her blunder but it was now out there. “Sorry, I guess I was thinking out loud.”

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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Transportation Hub – Chief of Security Lt jg Keung Lee- 1430)

Vulcan was a planet that Keung Lee never been before. He heard that the climate on this planet was
extremely hot but being in the terminal he hardly notice it because of the air conditioning in the building.
They were all heading to the Nivar Institute otherwise known as the Vulcan Academy of Science.
There were other places that Lee wanted to go to that he heard about – the active volcanos, the lava
fields and there were a number of tourist sites that seems appealing.       He touched his collar pip
reminding himself of his newly promoted rank and status Lt jg Chief of Security. As he and the others
headed out of the building to get a ground car, he was thinking about his new role. Although not so
much different in his previous role considering that he was doing the work of a Security chief but
however he realised now he was responsible for making policy decisions. At some point, he would
make plans to re-structure the Security Department

Lee felt the light wind on his face as he left the terminal and a small van had pulled up with Captain
Sekal telling everyone to get inside.

"This is the conveyance that will take us to the Institute." He said

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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Transportation Hub – Bohb- 1432)

It had been a long time since Bohb had seen such a large group of Federation officers, especially a
captain, on Vulcan, since he had procured his position as a maintenance engineer in the Transportation
Hub. There had been other landing parties, and they were either two or three officers, or a large party
of lower deck officers who were usually on shore leave. But this group was different. And they were
very serious. Something was up, and it caught Bohb’s curiosity.

Now a Magillan was not an easy creature to hide, even in a large hub like the Vulcan Transportation
Hub such as this. Magillans were large primates, that resemble Earth chimpanzees, only larger. In
fact, Bohb was a full head taller than the tallest Vulcan. The other distinguishing factor was the
cleanliness of his maintenance uniform. The other engineers often made comment of wither he actually
did any work since his clothes were always so well kept, even in the dustiest days on Vulcan. But he
knew that it was all in jest, as he did twice as much work as an of the other engineers. In fact, there
was actually no work for him to do at that moment.

He was rarely in the Hub during typical traveling hours just so he could avoid seeing others and getting
involved in their lives. His last days in Starfleet had soured him from wanting any contact with fleet
officers, but there was something about this group that caught his attention. Perhaps it was because
two of the members of the group were Vulcans, another rarity these days. The captain reminded Bohb
of somebody. A Vulcan commanding officer that he had known, but that was a lifetime ago.

After the fall of the Federation Bohb had made the choice to leave Starfleet. He could no longer believe
in an organization that was able to hold itself together. Some of the politics were well beyond his ability
to comprehend. In Magillan culture, disagreements of that sort were solved swiftly, and often silently.
The endless chapter and discussion had been driving him insane, se he opted to resign his commission
and move off on his own.

At first he had considered going back to Magilla III, but soon knew that was a mistake. He had been in
“civilized culture” too long. There was no way he would be accepted back into his pod. He took on a
series of jobs on cargo and transport sips. The jobs were fulfilling but never really lasted long, until he
landed on Vulcan. At least the Vulcan people saw the logic of simply leaving hm the hell alone. And so
it was that he was able to exist for the last fifteen years.

But now, he could not put a finger on it, seeing these people, brought something to his mind. An itch he
couldn’t scratch. H had need to know why they were here. He wanted to … help them. And it had
been a long time since he wanted to help anyone. And he knew that it had something to do with that
damned captain. What was it that was so familiar. He followed them out of the hub and watched them
get on a transport shuttle.

As the shuttle pulled away into traffic Bohb went over to the transport chief. A small Vulcan male
named Stiv.

“Where did they go?” Bob asked.

“What concern is that of yours?” Stiv asked.

“Concern is to strong a word Stiv,” Bohb replied. “I am simply… curious.”

“Indeed,” Stiv said with a raised eyebrow. “Curious indeed. To end your curiosity, the were going to the
Vulcan Insti… the Nivar Institute. And before you ask the next logical question, I have no idea as to
their purpose.”

Bohb humphed then turned back to look down the path of the transport. Before he could do anything
further a Telaxian came running up to him.

“Look lively Bohb,” he said, “we’ve a job to do. Well, you’ve got a job to do. Time to get your clothes
dirty.”
Bohb looked down at the Telaxian and sighed at his “joke”. Then he turned and went back inside the
hub.

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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - Dr. Felicity Tate- 1435)

She was making her rounds of the treatment center which was built on three levels and was a hub for a
number of clinical and research centers. As part of the Institute on Vulcan devoted to science the
medical division was comprehensive. It wasn't a hospital in any sense of the word and the treatments
they worked on for the most part were cutting edge. One of those not cutting edge was the neurological
treatment suites on the first floor of the sprawling complex. Not in its base iteration at least, that
particular medical procedure had been around for a century and a half and nearly every world in the
Federation now had a complex devoted to it.

 The Nivar Institute however as well as being the birthplace of Dr. Daniel Corrigan and Healer Sorel's
breakthrough had also been researching it heavily during the interim and had cut the time for it down
considerably. Where once it had taken a full month for the complete treatment it now varied from as
little as a week to a little over two due to the addition of stem cells into the regeneration process. The
Nivar Institute also had to be extremely choosy as to who was picked to take part in the neurological
regeneration due to its side effect. What was that side effect? The person who underwent the
regeneration also came out of it younger, often up to 30 years physically though not chronologically.
You can then imagine the interest this would garner to individuals who were entering their declining
years.

 Dr. Corrigan himself had been the first to undergo it using himself as a "guinea pig" in essence in order
to gauge whether it would work. That side effect had not been anticipated. He had entered it as a man
of some 70 years and had come out to his astonishment with the vigor of a man roughly half his age.
There was another reason it was on Vulcan within the confines of the scientific community, the
necessity of being heavily monitored and controlled due to its inherent dangers. What were those
dangers? The patient underwent regeneration within a stasis field in which all of the body's involuntary
systems were taken over by the equipment followed by the regeneration of the nervous system. And
that control could not be quickly switched back as it took 3 days to exert control then an additional 3
days to release control back to the patient's involuntary system. This process was of necessity slowly
done, you couldn't very well yank control of those systems, the body would go into shock and die, the
same for the reverse.

Deaths had happened in the beginning but those deaths had not been accidental, they had been
murder. Three individuals had had their lives stolen from them by a schemer within their own ranks.
Why had something like this happened? The target had been Amanda, the wife of Ambassador Sarek,
the others had unfortunately been undergoing treatment when the power to their suites had been cut
off. Those deaths had been a blind masking the true target in order to throw off any investigation into
motive. The murderer had been unmasked in time to save her life but those three including the wife of
Healer Sorel had not been so fortunate. Their deaths had not only been tragic but needless and
shameful.
In theory it never should have happened, power to the suites was closely monitored and controlled but
the alarms and failsafes had been defeated by that person who also worked on staff at the Institute but
not within medical. Since that time the system had been hardened. Not only was there an emergency
generator in case of power failure but the power system for the suites had been designed with a
number of capacitor banks that could instantly compensate for any drop in current. Access to the suites
was also now rigidly controlled, only the access of Dr. Tate and her Vulcan associate could get
anywhere near the circuitry that monitored power flow. Also no one outside the medical division could
access diagnostics or monitors to any of the treatment rooms. A loss of power to the suites would be
instantly fatal therefore everything had been done to insure this never happened.

She checked the readout at the panel outside treatment suite A before walking inside. Everything
appeared to be functioning normally. Satisfied she keyed the bio sensor with her palm then walked in as
the door opened. The patient was a 13 year old Vulcan girl who had suffered a severe electrical shock,
one severe enough to stop her heart and damage the nerves that controlled its function. She had been
brought here in critical condition and the 3 days it took to transfer control to the system had been a nail
biter. She was currently suspended within the stasis field of the regeneration unit. There was little to
see outside of the normal placid expression and steady breathing. The girl was well and truly
unconscious as her nervous system was being regenerated. Her skin tone was normal. Felicity walked
to the wall panel within the room and began paging through the diagnostic screens and downloading
them to her PADD. Everything was normal, there were no aberrations. The girl was actually due to
begin reacclimation tomorrow. The treatment was mere hours from being concluded. In a little over
three days she would be awake and ready to check out.

 What would the side effect do to her you ask? Very little actually you see as the younger the patient the
less effect the chronological reset had. Her body would be much as the same when she left as when it
had begun.

Felicity finished then walked out with a smile, another treatment almost completed.

She was in the hall when she got the call. =^= Doctor Tate I have received word that patient T'Mur left
the transportation hub eighteen minutes ago.=^=

"Thank you Sanek that leaves me very little time to get ready to greet them. When they arrive show
them to my office." The shuttle from the transportation hub took exactly 20 minutes, no less and no
more. She would just have time to get to her office before they arrived. If she hurried. She hurried.

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( USS Illuminar - Observation deck - SO Ens. Penny McTaggard - 14:36 )

Penny had expected a big telling off and being put on extra duty. After Jaton had caught her arguing
with the computer. Over her attempt to make some elephants toothpaste. Mc Taggard had to explain
why she was doing a potentially messy thing.
All she was doing was acquainting herself with the equipment. Luckily she had been let off with a
warning.

So here she was looking out the window at the planet Vulcan. Her pet Chihuahua the wee one.
Grumpily sat on her lap.

“ Tis no need to have the sulks. Yer brought this on yer self ye wee bampot.” She told the small bugged
eyed dog.

The wee one was wearing a muzzle. After he kept nipping at people’s hands. Including to Penny’s
absolute horror the Captains. When they tried to stroke him. The little nipping machine had put up quite
a fight. When she had tried to put it on.

But McTaggard was a Celt born from an ancient Scottish family. Rumoured to have fought against the
english back through the days. When men fought their battles with swords and axes.

A small wee beastie was not going to stop her.

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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - CO- Captain Sekal and Dr.Felicity Tate- 1442)

The group had entered the Institute and advanced on the receptionist. It took only a moment before
they were ushered to the office of Dr. Felicity Tate, Co- Director of the medical division. The office was
unpretentious and not far from the main area. There was no secretary outside her door and only a small
name plate adorning it. The Vulcan healer announced himself, received a reply and directed them
inside.

"Come in, come in." The woman standing within was willowy and of intermediate height. Her hair was
still a glossy black and long though grey was apparent in small streaks. She appeared a bit confused to
see such a large group. "I'm sorry, I thought I was expecting one patient today."

"Doctor I tender my apologies however there is a reason for the number of individuals." Sekal spoke up.
"I am Captain Sekal and this is Ensign T'Mur, the patient you were expecting. With her is Doctor Solice
who I believe you spoke with on my ship."

"Ah yes." Felicity stepped forward and offered her hand. "Doctor Solice it is a pleasure to meet you in
person and thank you for bringing the matter to my attention."

(Reply: Quinna, room for more)

She then turned to T'Mur. "Ms. T'Mur I have a long day planned for you and we will get to the details
momentarily. We have a lot to talk about later concerning the care you received or the lack thereof and I
have a lot of questions. I hope that is acceptable to you."
(Reply: T'Mur)

"Oh no, don't be concerned. That will come after the treatment is concluded and you are feeling better."
She left it at that for now and turned back to the captain. "Now you were explaining why you brought a
half dozen people to my office."

Sekal quirked an eyebrow and continued the introductions. "This is the head of my science department,
Lieutenant Jaton Alyl, he expressed an interest in seeing the facilities and Commander Sienna Verin is
my First Officer, she also has a scientific background like myself and is interested in the facilities. And
also my chief of security Lieutenant Lee, his purpose here is as my..." he inclined his head a bit, "...
baby sitter I believe applies in this instance."

Felicity stifled a laugh at the deadpan delivery, she had been around Vulcans for 15 years now and
what the inhabitants of this planet considered to be mundane information could be extremely humorous
when considered in context. This Vulcan however seemed a bit ... off to her and she did a double-take.
Those that went to space sometimes came back a bit different. She looked closely, he was very young
technically speaking for the species but carried an air, a gravitas if you will that belied experience
beyond his years. She shook her head and addressed the others. "Lieutenant Alyl, Commander Verin I
am certain a tour can be arranged for you of the facilities and for the Institute at large."

(Reply: Sienna, Jaton, Lee as much as you want.)

She turned back to Sekal. "And for yourself as well Captain."

"Unnecessary." he replied. "I am intimately familiar with the Institute having graduated from it."

"What degree?" She asked.

"Doctorates in Interstellar Mechanics and High Energy Particle Physics with a masters in Exo-Biology."

Her eyes got big at the recitation of his accolades and she looked closer, he was far too young to be
able to boast of such. "If you got a masters in exo-biology I would have seen you."

"Indeed you have doctor, I remember you vividly."

She stepped back and looked him up and down. "Wait, it's the hair isn't it? You've changed the cut."

"Indeed. This style was recommended by a compatriot."

The picture bloomed in her mind of a student of four years ago, a prodigy he had been called who
seemed to have an instinctive grasp of every subject and she stepped back with a gasp. "Sekal! Your
father was StarFleet at one time as I recall."

He cocked his head. "And has returned."
She shook the cobwebs free from her brain and turned back to T'Mur. "let's get you down to the exam
room before I get knocked completely a kilter by another former student shall we?"

(Reply: T'Mur)

"I'm afraid the rest of you will have to remain outside the room while we check her neural system. I will
send for someone to escort you around the facilities." She glanced back at Sekal. "I'm sure your
Captain could be a grand job of it but that wouldn't be proper."

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(USS Illuminar – Deck 10 – Shuttlebay/Simulator – Pilot Vic ‘Raid’ Montero - 1445)

 He was back in the saddle. So far the simulation had been standard fare, testing his reflexes as things
moved in and around the craft. He’d made the Kessel Run in short order, been around the FleetEx
standard bob-and-weave twice now. Things felt right and he’d know when the simulation was finished
during the debrief.

The last mission run came up on his screen. As he reviewed the operation, he got a tickle in the back
of his head. Rager must be messing with him. This was a simple shoot-em-up course measuring
speed and accuracy.

Over the speaker came the computers voice [Commencing Simulation in three … two … one]

Vic checked his controls, activated the weapons computers and started the run. Speeding up to attack
speed, he saw the first two targets. He took a high-altitude approach to them. Lockon sounded in his
ear, and he pulled the trigger. Two targets destroyed. Suddenly his proximity alarm went off. “Missiles
incoming,” came the warning.

Looking at his nav screen, he saw where they were coming from. Vic pulled the stick back, going into a
loop so he could take the missiles head on. As he reached the apex of his turn, he let loose two
decoys, and readjusted his course, moving at flank speed.

The missiles took the bait as he looked around for where they came from. There, he spotted a blip at
the edge of his range. Someone was playing fast and loose with the rules.

He marked out the other targets in the run before flipping his ship 180 and barreling down on those
targets. He’d plan a slalom attack pattern. Difficult to pull off, but would keep the nosey Nellie on their
heels while he tried to get a clean shot.

Weaving between the targets, Vic danced among the stars, hitting them left and right. He knew he had
lost time because of the distraction, but that was no excuse. AS he burst through the final target, he
checked where his shadow was. Noting that, he prepared a burst of micro torpedoes that would drive
his foe in the direction where he would be waiting.
“Fire torpedo spread delta.”

 Vic felt the shutter as the deluge of microtorpedos left the ship. He rolled right and set a perpendicular
course to the missile barrage. Taking it down 45 degrees, he slowed his speed and waited.

Sure enough, he had smoked out his shadow. “Peddle to the metal,” he said to him self as the ship
jumped again to combat speeds.

The beautify sound of weapons lock filled his ears. He let loose with the phasers and was rewarded by
an explosion filling his screen.

[End Simulation] the computer reported

He was looking forward to his debrief. After a shower, of course.
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - CMO Lt. Quinna Solice- 1446)

As Quinna finished her last thinking-out-loud statement, it seemed like they made it to their destination.
Dr. Tate was there to greet them. Quinna recognized her from her communications.

The team was introduced to the Doctor. "Doctor Solice it is a pleasure to meet you in person and
thank you for bringing the matter to my attention."

Quinna accepted her Doctor’s hand and replied, “The pleasure is mine. I look forward to working with
you.”

(Reply, Tate, IYW)

The introductions continued. And pleasantries were passed around. Then it was time for business. As
she addressed T’Mur.

"let's get you down to the exam room before I get knocked completely a kilter by another former student
shall we?"

(Reply: T'Mur)

"I'm afraid the rest of you will have to remain outside the room while we check her neural system. I will
send for someone to escort you around the facilities." She glanced back at Sekal. "I'm sure your
Captain could be a grand job of it but that wouldn't be proper."

Quinna spoke up, “I would like to accompany you. I am interested in seeing the latest results.”

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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - CTO- Ensign T’Mur- 1445)
"Ms. T’Mur,” Dr. Tate turned towards T’Mur, "I have a long day planned for you and we will get to the
details momentarily. We have a lot to talk about later concerning the care you received or the lack
thereof and I have a lot of questions. I hope that is acceptable to you."

There were so many parts to those two statements before she asked of the acceptability of her
proposal. Firstly she said they had a long day planned as if they were going on some friendly vacation
jaunt that was going to end at some happy place. T’Mur knew that was not going to be the case.
However she maintained her stoic look and rigid position in her seat.

“Whether it is acceptable to me or not is irrelevant to the course of what is going to happen,” T’Mur
stated blandly. “However, that being said, I am prepared to do what needs to be done, if that is
adequate?”

"Oh no, don't be concerned. That will come after the treatment is concluded and you are feeling better.”

Sekal then went around to room introducing his entourage and their purpose for being there. She was
intrigued that he did not mention that anyone was there to give her … moral support. They arranged for
everyone to take the “guided tour” of the facility while T’Mur went through her “long day.” With the
exception of the captain. She was well aware of Sekal’s academic accomplishments, having studied
his personnel file extensively. After the conversation about Sekal’s experiences and hair styles, and his
father the doctor turned her attention back to T’Mur.

“Let's get you down to the exam room before I get knocked completely a kilter by another former
student shall we?” Tate said. It wasn’t really a question, nor a suggested course of action. T’Mur was
growing weary of the niceties of culture, even exhibited here on Vulcan.

T’Mur stood up with a nod and looked around the room. Her eyes locked on Sienna’s and she paused
slightly. She remember the conversation they had last night.

“I cannot explain why, but I am afraid. I am afraid of what I might become after the treatment. But most
of all I am afraid that it will be discovered that I cannot be treated, or that the treatment will not work.”

Sienna had assured her that everything will work out, and that T’Mur had to have a positive outlet.
T’Mur actually laughed.

“Have you met any Vulcans at all?” she asked in a rare moment of humor, that quickly disappeared as
Sienna enveloped her in a comforting hug.

“Lead the way doctor,” T’Mur said.

Tate turned to the rest of the group and announced, "I'm afraid the rest of you will have to remain
outside the room while we check her neural system. I will send for someone to escort you around the
facilities. I'm sure your Captain could be a grand job of it but that wouldn't be proper."

Quinna spoke up, “I would like to accompany you. I am interested in seeing the latest results.”
T’Mur was not surprised by the request. Once the doctor had realized the severity of her affliction the
Quinna had been like an over protective selaht mother. She had been resolute in her adherence
 to the term “light duty.” When she had heard that T’Mur had had a “training session” with the security
teams the Vulcan was lucky to not have been restricted to quarters. But the activity was what kept the
tremors at bay.

She stood up and waited for Tate to lead on.

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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - Exam Room1- Dr.Felicity Tate- 1455)

She had supplied the Vulcan woman with a gown and while she was getting into it had gone back
outside and called one of the healers to escort the group around the Institute. The Captain had gone
with them despite his protestations to the contrary leaving no one hanging around during the
examination which was the way she liked it. In all actuality she expected Sekal would be directing the
tour but having a member of the staff there would insure they would both stay out of sensitive areas and
have someone available to give the tour the proper oversight and authorization. Having friends around
could be a beneficial distraction for the patient at times but it could also cause "difficulties" as well for
the attending physician and she had under no illusions in this instance. Too many scientific minds in
one space could redirect focus and attention from the task at hand.

She returned to the room. "I see you're ready. Please lay on the exam table on your stomach." The
table had been covered with a sheet which would warm up quickly.

(Reply: T'Mur)

"These sensors I'm attaching along your spinal column and running along your legs and arms will give
us a good view of your peripheral nervous system. Once the series is completed you will turn over and
we will do a scan of your brain. The data will be accessible later today and will give me a good idea of
how long to keep you in neural regeneration."

(Reply: T'Mur)

She finished attaching the sensors and stepped around to the head of the table where she could be
seen. "The neural regeneration will take anywhere from 10 to 15 days, there's no way for me to give
you an accurate timeframe until I have all of the data. You have no need to worry. The procedure is safe
and at your age the side effects should be minor."

(Reply: T'Mur)

The sensors activated and sent a small charge through her nervous system which presented as a tingle
as the system began mapping her nervous system. Any aberrant readings would be noted and added
to the database. There was the addition of a feeling of warmth and at odd intervals pulses were sent
out that stimulated certain nerves which activated muscles for an instant to test their reaction.
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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - Exam Room1- CTO- Ensign T'Mur- 1457)

T’Mur looked at the gown that the doctor had provided her with with a questioning glare. If she were
concerned about the Vulcan’s modesty, she should not have bothered. Modesty was not really a
Vulcan trait. Of course it wasn’t like Betazoids, however, to alleviate the doctor’s own sensibilities
T’Mur opted to put the gown on. Of course, once on, she really didn’t see the point, as it barely
covered her body and had a large gap that openly displayed her back.

When Tate returned she directed T’Mur to lay on the exam table on her stomach. T’Mur complied
feeling the gown separate and display even more of her body. She wondered who would design such a
garment, as it’s apparent purpose was antithetical to its actual usage. Then she felt something cold
and viscus being applied to her spine. She momentarily tensed.

"These sensors I'm attaching along your spinal column and running along your legs and arms will give
us a good view of your peripheral nervous system” Tate explained. "Once the series is completed you
will turn over and we will do a scan of your brain. The data will be accessible later today and will give
me a good idea of how long to keep you in neural regeneration."

“I understand,” T’Mur said. “I would like to have a copy of the data as well.” Then she attempted to
lighten the moment by using a comment she had heard Andrea use at the academy. “For my scrap
book.”

To be honest T’Mur was uncertain as to why anyone would have a book scrap. But it seemed to be an
activity that allowed people to reminisce over events.

“How long do you estimate the regeneration process to take?” T’Mur asked.

"The neural regeneration will take anywhere from 10 to 15 days, there's no way for me to give you an
accurate timeframe until I have all of the data. You have no need to worry. The procedure is safe and at
your age the side effects should be minor."

T’Mur frowned a little and asked, “Could you please quantify the word “minor”? It has been my
experience that, especially human doctors, tend to make the information seem less accurate in an
attempt to alleviate their patients uneasiness. The concern would not be necessary for me.”

The doctor seemed to ignore the question and went to the controls for the sensors. Suddenly there
was a light hum and a tingling sensation that moved out from the sensors on her back. It was not
uncomfortable, just noticeable. In some ways it was almost relaxing as her spine began to warm, and
the pulse of the intermittent electrical charges. After a time the pulses became stronger and caused
her muscles to twitch. It still wasn’t painful, but disconcerting as her body reflexively reacted to the
charges. Then her left hand began to tremor as it lay beside her body. She concentrated against the
motion little avail. The shaking moved up her arm and into her shoulder. Then it moved into her facial
muscles.
As she lay there her mind wandered through a memory. She went back to the initial doctors
assessment after her attack. She was laying in a room, not dissimilar to this one. Her body had been
abused, and her mind was in tatters. The psionic rape from the forced mind meld had originally left her
near catatonic. Mind melds were no longer as taboo an activity as they had once been considered, but
they were meant for a more… intimate means of communication, and it seemed that it was believed
that she did not “fight enough.”

“It’s called Pa’nar syndrome,” the doctor was informing T’Mur parents. “It is a neural disease that
results in …”

“We are aware of the … “ her father’s voice said, there was a deep breath, “affliction. There is a
treatment but that treatment has a high price.”

“The price of not treating it properly could be fatality,” the other voice, the doctor?, said.

“We need to keep the news of this as quiet as possible,” father went on. “How can we do that.”

“There is a place,” the doctor said, “but there are no guarantees.”

“We do not require guarantees, we only require to get past this.”

T’Mur opened her eyes and moved on the examination table. Her breathing had become eratic. She
focused and brought her breathing under control. She could feel her skin cool with the perspiration that
she had begun to expel. Suddenly she realized that she had lost track of the passage of time. Then
she could feel fingers on her back, and the electrodes being removed.

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(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 15.00)

She made her way to the botanical gardens which she was told are very beautiful. She had to see
them for herself to compare with the plush and gorgeous flowers on Betazed. She made sure she
hydrated greatly to compensate for the hot climate although Betazed was quite hot as well still she took
the precaution. She may have to use the facilities soon but it is better to stay hydrated . She started to
look around and found the gardens comparable to Betazed. She took her time to explore the gardens if
anyone wished to join her.

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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - Exam Room 1- Dr.Felicity Tate- 1503)

Felicity moved to where Dr. Solice was observing. "It will take about twenty minutes for an exhaustive
scan. Some questions if you don't mind since you are her attending physician." She waited for her nod.
"The Vulcan healer first assigned to her case requisitioned a cortical stimulator for her use. In your
informed opinion has she been using it with regularity? Three times a day was noted on the original
orders."

(Reply: Quinna)

Felicity nodded. "I understand, all we can go on is what we are told. Have you noticed a gradual
deterioration or was there a sudden spike?"

(Reply: Quinna)

She made some notes on her padd. "And your analysis of what caused it please."

(Reply: Quinna)

Felicity added that then motioned the doctor to follow her to the other side of the exam room. With her
voice lowered and her back turned to T'Mur so as not to be overheard she spoke. "I've talked with that
Vulcan healer doctor and I will be honest with you, I found his manner to be frustrating to say the least.
His argument against assigning the patient to the Institute for neural regeneration was circular and and
illogical. At this point I don't know whether he was attempting to cover something up or acting with bias
in this case."

(Reply: Quinna)

"That's the maddening part." Felicity turned her head to make sure T'Mur was still stationary on the
exam table. "I've talked with my fellow director who is a Vulcan to attempt to understand the situation
better. Pa'nar syndrome carries with it some taboos in Vulcan culture which is more notable in outlying
areas like the one where she was treated. You would think a logical race would have overcome such
stigmas but there have been attempts in the past to bury cases like this. And I can well imagine the
suffering it caused."

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(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 15.05)

It seemed that she was the only one to visit the gardens at this time so she came up with an idea to do
a mock flower judging as if she was a real flower judge in a serious competition. She started with the
roses. She always liked roses. Red roses were a favorite of hers but blue roses complimented her
uniform dress so she judged them first. She touched the soft petal of the blooming bulb and was very
pleased with the lovely fragrant perfume emitting from the center of the bulb. She had to turn away to
fight a sneeze in which to lose that battle and sneezed hard all over the ground next to the roses she
was judging. She rated these roses as exquisite. They may even be better than some on Betazed.
She made a gesture of placing a blue ribbon for first place on the rose and moved on to another kind of
flower.

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( ShirKahr - Outskirts area - SO Ens. Penny McTaggard - 15:07 )

Any non Vulcan interested in sampling the planets ancient culture. Headed for ShirKahr’s outskirts
area. Penny had chosen to go there just to get sample , of not only the cuisine. But many of the fine
arts produced. Long before Sarak ’s influence changed Vulcans behaviour.

Some of the colours in the paintings really took her breath away. It was while she was looking around
one such gallery. Penny noticed two humans examining a painting. The thing that drew her to them
were their accents. They both had Scottish accents like her.

“ I’m telling yer that’s a T’Sar if ever I saw one.” The man said.

“ Nay. That’s a Septa with no doubt “ The women said

Penny had seen her before. But she was not sure were.

“ Excuse me? I could nay hear ya speaking. Are ye from Scotland like myself? “ she asked.

“ Why that we are lassie. John and Sarah More.” The man said. “ Pleased to meet ya “

Penny took a step back. Her face had gone very pale as she looked at them.

“ Your his parents......” She said backing away.

“ Lassie are ye Ken?” Sarah More asked

“ Ay Aunty I yer neice Penny McTaggard...” she said.

Sarah More tilted her head and smiled.

“ Wee Penny! I not see yer since you was a bairn in arms!” Sarah said giving Penny a hug.

They found a cafe and sat chatting for a while. Penny told her all about her family. Sarah smiled as she
listened. Then Penny’s mood changed.

“ I saw him ya know.” She said

“ Stan. You kind of said.John replied “ How is he?”

“ He seemed ok.” Penny responded.

“ My mother kind of took over his up bringing. When his marriage got cancelled. We kind of lost touch.”
Sarah explained

“ Well. He’s also in Starfleet. He was on the USS Exeter but that might of changed. There’s been some
odd rumours.” Penny said
“ Thanks. We would like to see our son again.” Sarah said

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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - Exam Room 1- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice- 1508)

"The Vulcan healer first assigned to her case requisitioned a cortical stimulator for her use. In your
informed opinion has she been using it with regularity? Three times a day was noted on the original
orders."

“There has been an increase as for late…” Quinna openly answered the questions,

Felicity nodded. "I understand, all we can go on is what we are told. Have you noticed a gradual
deterioration or was there a sudden spike?"

Quinna thought about it, “It was a sudden spike in deterioration.”

She made some notes on her padd. "And your analysis of what caused it please."

“It was the exposure to radiation on our last mission.” Quinna said as she pulled up the specific
radiation on her PADD that was attached to T’Mur's medical file.

"I've talked with that Vulcan healer doctor and I will be honest with you, I found his manner to be
frustrating to say the least. His argument against assigning the patient to the Institute for neural
regeneration was circular and illogical. At this point I don't know whether he was attempting to cover
something up or acting with bias in this case."

“That does not make sense.” Quinna responded in hushed tones. “Why?”

"That's the maddening part." Felicity turned her head to make sure T'Mur was still stationary on the
exam table. "I've talked with my fellow director who is a Vulcan to attempt to understand the situation
better. Pa'nar syndrome carries with it some taboos in Vulcan culture which is more notable in outlying
areas like the one where she was treated. You would think a logical race would have overcome such
stigmas but there have been attempts in the past to bury cases like this. And I can well imagine the
suffering it caused."

“Hence the reason why I could only find reference to the procedure in old texts.” Quinna took a deep
breath. “I know that this was passed with mind melding. But that is more common amongst Vulcans or
perhaps more open in today’s times. I am here for T’Mur. I am not here to change a culture, but ….”

Quinna looked over at T’Mur, “What do we need to do?’

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(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - Medical Examiner Mason Quincy -- 1510)

Mason had beamed down to the Botanical Gardens. He was looking for something new and inspiring
to paint. He had been painting flowers for his mother for years for her birthday. He found flowers
refreshing. The Flowers brought color and life to his life where he works with death. Mason did enjoy
working with the living, but with his recent encounter with Mc Taggard, he was reminded why he worked
with the dead.

Mason thought he was alone until he saw a familiar figure. “Counselor Trei, is that you?” Mason said
as he moved closer.

(Reply Trei)

“What brings you down? I thought I was the only one that was here.” Mason admitted.

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(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 15.15)

The Medical Examiner (ME) beamed down to the Botanical Gardens and spotted her pantomiming
being a flower judge. She stopped doing that and turned to face him.

"It is good to see someone here besides me. I came here because I was told of its beauty. I was
pantomiming judging a flower competition. I was comparing the flowers here with the ones I grew up
with on Betazed. Before you beamed down, I was faking like I was judging the roses. The blue roses
complimented her uniform dress so well that they deserved the blue ribbon. Do you want to play along
with me on this play scenario."

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(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ME Mason Quincy - 15.17)
 "It is good to see someone here besides me. I came here because I was told of its beauty. I was
pantomiming judging a flower competition. I was comparing the flowers here with the ones I grew up
with on Betazed. Before you beamed down, I was faking like I was judging the roses. The blue roses
complimented her uniform dress so well that they deserved the blue ribbon. Do you want to play along
with me on this play scenario."

Mason looked over at Ariel. He was skeptical, but decided what the heck, “You know why not? I am
trying to look for my favorite flower. I try to draw and send my mother a flower picture every month.”
 (Reply Trei)
“So where are we with the judging?” Mason asked.
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 “Have you seen the Favinit flower yet? I hear they are edible. I think I want to try one.” Mason
admitted.
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Reference :
Link to information on the flower: https://memory-beta.fandom.com/wiki/Favinit
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(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 15.20)

Mason heard what she was doing and seemed game to play along. This made her feel a little more
relaxed. He mentioned a flower she has not heard of but was willing to learn about. She told him the
next flower she was going to judge.

"I was going to move on to the orchids. We can do that or try and find this edible flower then continue
on the play judge game. What do you want to do?"

He seemed like a kind and fun guy. She waited for his decision looking on her PADD for this edible
flower.

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(USS Illuminar - Counselor Ensign jg Reea - 1522)

Since coming on board the Illuminar, Reea had been busy, putting in double shifts most days. To start,
she was assigned quarters and began settling in, but she hadn't unpacked her belongings or done any
decorating yet. Time for that later.

Ariel wanted to share an office, so Reea had to get together with the operations department for her
needs. A sturdy desk and a comfortable chair were first. It took time for her to find just the right place
for them. The crewmen moving them four times didn't say anything, but she could see they were
getting frustrated. Inwardly, she found it to be humorous.

A computer terminal, PADDs, and miscellaneous office supplies, and Reea was ready for business. All
they needed was for Ariel to make arrangements to have holo emitters installed. Things were looking
good.

Most of Reea's work was spent reading the Illuminar mission logs and medical records of the crew.
She needed to get to know them all. With 42 officers and 126 enlisted, it would take time.

When Reea would take breaks to stretch her legs or roam the ship to learn its layout, she would match
the names to the faces of the people she would see. Word had spread quickly that a Ferengi was on
board, but she would still get odd looks or suspicious glances. Overall, people were nice. Starfleet
acceptance and diversity, after all. This was a good thing for her, as she was enjoying a fresh
opportunity very few of her people tried.
There was one last thing she wanted, but she needed to deal directly with the head of the operations
department. Though an important mission had been completed, people were still busy all over the ship.
She would get to it soon enough.

When the Illuminar reached Vulcan, Reea decided to visit. She had never been there, so she followed
rule of acquisition 9: "Instinct, plus opportunity, equals profit."

Who knew what opportunities she would find there?

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( ShirKahr - Outskirts area - SO Ens. Penny McTaggard - 15:25 )

There is an old saying. Many say it’s Klingon but it comes from Earth originally. Revenge is a dish that
best served cold. Ever since she had clashed with her Cousin Stan More , on DS9. She had been
looking for a way to get back. At him for putting her in jail. Well now she had.

Penny did not know or really care. Why they had lost contact with their son. But now the More’s knew
he was on the USS Exeter. They would no doubt contact him. If the rumours she had heard were true.
This would push him into going crazy and he would end up in jail.

She left them waving as she walked away. A big smile on her face. Boy at this moment. Life was good.


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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - Exam Room 1- Dr.Felicity Tate- 1525)

Felicity's PADD dinged and a prompt came up showing that the exam course was complete, she
stepped to the patient who had been showing signs of agitation and erratic movements denoting
discomfort and perhaps musculature that had been going numb. Her voice was soft as she did so. "I'm
sorry for the discomfort but you can move now. It will only take a moment to remove the sensors."

(Reply: T'Mur)

Dr. Tate defty removed and set them on a tray beside the table with a muted clink. The gel muffled
much of the noise but the sharp sound of metal striking metal couldn't be completely masked. Four
sensors for the spine and two each for each extremity found their place then the remnants of the gel
were scrubbed lightly from her skin with a mild detergent. "Now if you wouldn't mind lying on your back
please?"

(Reply: T'Mur)

At the command Dr. Tate initiated on her PADD a scanner descended from the ceiling until it was about
12 inches from T'Mu's face. "I'm going to need you to hold completely still for just a moment while your
synaptic patterns are mapped. Once this procedure is completed I'm cutting you loose for the day after I
set your time for integration into the treatment suite tomorrow and ask you some questions. Before we
start how are you feeling?"

(Reply: T'Mur)

"Because I'm a doctor and I'm concerned with the well being of my patient." Felicity replied with a small
smile. "That's a failing of us emotional species as I'm sure you are aware. The electromagnetic field
won't cause any discomfort or disorientation during the test but you should take a moment to stabilize
before getting up after it is concluded in case of any residual effects. Some vertigo has been noted in
the past in the immediate aftermath so I want you to lay still for a couple of minutes before getting up.
Agreed?" Vulcans could be extremely stubborn, especially if they believed they were being forced into a
course of action.

(Reply: T'Mur)

Once she was completely settled the physician activated the unit. There was a muted hum from the
unit. Felicity watched the readings on her PADD carefully until the cycle was complete. "Good, thank
you for your patience. Doctor Solice and I are going to step outside for a moment while you relax. If you
have any issues in getting up just buzz me, the button on your right will get me back in quickly. If there
is no disorientation you can get up and get dressed. After you are done step outside and we will go to
my office for that little talk."

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(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute - Exam Room 1- CTO Ensign T'Mur- 1527)

 "I'm sorry for the discomfort but you can move now” Tate offered. "It will only take a moment to remove
the sensors."

T’Mur shrugged while lying down, “I had not expected this to be comfortable. It was tolerable.”

She could feel the doctors hands deftly remove the sensor pads from her skin. The cool air hit the
spots where the adhesive remained creating areas of goosebumps. As the first one pulled away it was
followed by a jolting “clank” as she dropped it into a metal container. Most beings might not have
noticed, but she was Vulcan, with acute hearing, and her nerves were already grating. The adhesive
gel held well, and some of the sensors stretched her skin before they released their hold. Tate tried her
best to be gentle. Once the last sensor was removed and her skin cleaned it was time to proceed.

"Now if you wouldn't mind lying on your back please?” Tate asked.

T’Mur couldn’t help herself and replied, “Would it matter if I did mind?”

She didn’t wait for the response. Rolling over on the small table was not as simple as it may have
seemed, but she moved swiftly. The cold of the table hit her back as the slit in the gown opened. A
rectangle descended from the ceiling and stopped just over her. She could feel her left arm start to
move again, on its own volition.

"I'm going to need you to hold completely still for just a moment while your synaptic patterns are
mapped,” Tate warned her. "Once this procedure is completed I'm cutting you loose for the day after I
set your time for integration into the treatment suite tomorrow and ask you some questions. Before we
start how are you feeling?"

T’Mur nodded at first then thought about the question. Was she talking about her physical condition or
her emotional well being. She wasn’t sure which. “I do not understand your question,” she replied.

"Because I'm a doctor and I'm concerned with the well being of my patient.” the doctor replied with a
small smile. "That's a failing of us emotional species as I'm sure you are aware. The electromagnetic
field won't cause any discomfort or disorientation during the test but you should take a moment to
stabilize before getting up after it is concluded in case of any residual effects. Some vertigo has been
noted in the past in the immediate aftermath so I want you to lay still for a couple of minutes before
getting up. Agreed?”

T’Mur thought for a moment, contemplating the information and then began to monitor her own body
sensations. “Agreed.”

T’Mur focused on the mechanicians of the probe and her hand steadied. There was a hum from the
probe and she could sense the electromagnetic field penetrate her skin. Sure to her word the scan was
not painful, but it she could clearly feel the tendrils of magnetism adjusting to her systems. It was very
different from the medical scans she had received on the Illuminar and in her physical examination she
received when she joined Starfleet. The sensation moved down towards her feet, and then it returned
back to her head. It lingered at her head for a brief time. T’Mur had already lost track of the time,
which bothered her. Then it stopped.

“Good,” Tate said breaking the sudden silence, "thank you for your patience. Doctor Solice and I are
going to step outside for a moment while you relax. If you have any issues in getting up just buzz me,
the button on your right will get me back in quickly. If there is no disorientation you can get up and get
dressed. After you are done step outside and we will go to my office for that little talk."

T’Mur lay still and replied, “I am certain that I will … be fine.”

Tate and Solice stepped out of the room leaving T’Mur to reorient herself. She closed her eyes and
breathed deeply, letting her mind attend to every inch of her body. As soon as she had ascertained that
her body was fully functional she swung her legs off the table and let the gown drop to the floor. There
was a mild sense of disorientation that quickly passed. She walked over to where her uniform lay and
leaned over quickly to pick it up. That was the moment where it all hit her.

First came a wave of nausea, followed by a wave of loss of balance. She tried to drop to her knee but it
was too late and she fell to the floor landing on her shoulder. T’Mur could feel the sense of anger rise
in her. She looked around knowing that no-one had seen her. Pushing herself back up into a seated
position she dressed. Then pushed herself back to her feet. The next few minutes she spent walking
around the room to reassert her equilibrium.
By the time the two doctors returned to the room she had been sitting, looking at the display from the
scanner.

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(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - Counselor Ensign jg Reea - 1611)

Wearing civilian clothes; a white, short-sleeved, button-down blouse, khaki capris, tennis shoes, and
donning a pair of sunglasses, Reea beamed down to Vulcan. With a PADD on her hip and a tricorder in
hand, she charged forth on her mission.

This was Reea's first time on the Vulcan home world. She knew it was hot, but it wasn't so bad for her.
Ferenginar had rain almost everyday, so the water in the air made it humid and tropical in some
regions, though it was cool in others. She didn't mind either.

Standing at a large, pink flower that resembled an Earth carnation, Reea carefully scanned it. Smiling,
she uploaded the results to her PADD. She was about to move to the next plant, when she heard
someone approaching. Looking in that direction, she saw two children. They stopped when they noticed
her.

Both were girls that looked to be about twelve or thirteen. One was a Vulcan, the other Andorian. The
Andorian whispered to the Vulcan.

"I didn't know there were Andorians on Vulcan," said Reea. She smiled.

The Andorian girl was surprised.

"Ferengi hearing is acute," said the Vulcan girl.

"I'm one of the crew of the Illuminar."

"A Ferengi in Starfleet?" said the Andorian.

"There are a few. I'm Reea."

"I am T'Lov. My friend is Shola."

"It's nice to meet you," said Reea.

"What are you doing?" said Shola. "We saw you scanning the flowers. Are you a botanist?"

Reea decided she would tell the girls what she was doing. Why not?

"I'm looking for new varieties of food."
"Bugs?" said Shola. She wrinkled her nose.

"Yes," said Reea.

"That is normal food for a Ferengi," said T'Lov.

"I suppose," said Shola, "but they're icky."

Reea turned off her tricorder and sat on a nearby bench, motioning for the girls to join her. T'Lov sat
next to Reea, but Shola sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Tell me what it's like living here on Vulcan," said Reea. "What do you do to have fun?"

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(Vulcan - Botanical Gardens - Counselor Ensign jg Reea - 1616)

Shola was writhing on the ground, clutching her stomach, a grimace on her face. Her antennae were
vibrating.

Curious onlookers were beginning to gather as they heard peals of laughter spreading through the
facility, like bright music floating on a summer breeze.

"I fail to see the humor in intoxicated cadets trespassing onto someone's property, to tip over their
female bovine," said T'Lov. "The animal could have fallen on one of them."

"That's because you don't have a sense of humor," said Shola. She sat up, wiping the tears from her
eyes.

"Don't be so sure about that, Shola," said Reea. "I knew a few Vulcans at the academy that had humor
with the best of them."

"I find that difficult to believe," said T'Lov.

Reea winked at Shola.

"Tell us another story," said Shola. "Maybe stuffy butt over there will appreciate the humor this time."
She stuck her tongue out at T'Lov.

"I do not have a stuffy butt, bug girl."

"Pointy head!"

"Blueberry."
"Neck pincher!"

"Girls, that's enough!" said Reea. She couldn't believe what she was witnessing.

Both stopped and looked at her. Shola burst out laughing again, giving T'Lov a big hug.

Reea thought she saw a twinkle in T'Lov's eyes.

"We do this all the time," said Shola. "T'Lov loves me."

The Vulcan girl rolled her eyes.

"I see," said Reea. "They told us at the academy we would learn new things where we least expected."
She paused. "So, another story. Hm. Which one? Oh, I know. Let me tell you about my first Halloween
party...."

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(USS Illuminar – Deck 3 –Personal Quarters- COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory – 1800)

Gregory had finally gotten off shift, for a bit at least. He planned to go to the holodeck for a workout.
He was still hoping to get a few days off to go free climbing the Vulcan L-langon Mountains. A fellow
climbing enthusiast got him in contact with T’Kisi, one of the curators at the Institute for the
Transmission of Vulcan Culture, who had contacts and maps of the mountain range. Gregory sent a
message and was waiting.

Removing his uniform, he went into the en suite to take a shower. It always felt good at the end of shift,
and if he decided to go to the Prancing Pony tonight, he’d be refreshed.

Reolra stood outside Gregory’s quarters. He’d been really busy the last few days with his promotion to
3rd officer that they had not had a change to get together. She had made some discrete inquiries and
found out he was off-shift. Never being a shy one, she got dressed up and headed to his quarters.

Gregory had given her access to his quarters, so she entered her access code and slipped in. She was
about to call out when she heard him singing from the shower in the back. Slipping off her shoes, she
moved to sit on the bed, stretching her legs out, waiting.

Dieter grabbed his towel, and walked out into the main living space, drying himself as he entered the
space. “Computer, Allira punch, cold.”
The hum of the replicator filled the room as Gregory turned around. “Reolra,” he said.

“Surprise,” the woman replied as she jumped out of bed to embrace Gregory in a hug, planting a kiss
on his lips. “You’ve been so busy and I’ve missed our … chats.”

Gregory smiled, returning the kiss, “Indeed, I have as well,” he said coming up for air.

“Computer, lights to 35 percent. Play Euphoria.”

The lights dimmed, gentle jazz music filled the room, the sound of a zipper opening and a dress falling
to the floor. “Dieter,” she said.
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(Vulcan – L-langon Mountains - Ensign Scott Matrix- 1810)

Scott was elated that he was granted shore leave. He’s hurried up his work in time to board a transport
to Vulcan and he had intended to see the T’Karath Sanctuary, but political issues prevented him from
gaining access. If only he was a ranking officer, Admiral, Ambassador, or official liaison. He’d taken his
purple PADD with him on this journey…a ‘bucket list’ he’d kept since graduating the Academy. Notes
would be a memory to his earlier days when his memory would certainly fail him.

He was just as content to visit the L-langon Mountains. Albeit there was a considerable physical
commitment to the alternative, but he was happy to take in the sights and build new memories. He was
greeted by a Vulcan host with many others from the Illuminar…the Vulcan curator seemed annoyed
more than anything. Still, Scott was new to the culture and chalked it up to a difference in language,
species, and culture.

Cultural historian Skilvulk was young, professional, and rude by any human standards. Still the young
Vulcan too her work seriously and was completely committed her post as liaison to Federation ‘tourist.’

“Here you can see the ancient L-langon mountains from the Forge of Logic.” Started Skilvulk. Scott was
taken by the view. It was breathtaking, but seemed similar to Earth’s deserts…abandon, baron and
desolate. Vulcan didn’t disturb the area’s sacred land for over a millennium. Scott hoped to have
stepped foot on the desert floor, but it wasn’t permitted during the official tour.

Over an hour had passed on his guided tour, he was both exhausted and energized to have visited
Vulcan and the L-langon Mountains, but he knew this was the ‘tourist’ version. He’s hoped some future
mission would allow him access to a more meaningful understanding of Vulcan history and their
association with the Federation.

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(Xen’Tal – Shuttle port -- Security PO3 Hercules Devers – 1900)

Stepping out of the shuttle port, he saw the sign directing him to the inn. There was only one in in
Xen’Tal. The evening heat was oppressive, but not humid like it was at the gym of Kru Petchyindee.
Entering the inn, he moved to what appeared to be the desk. An older Vulcan sat there. “Welcome in
peace, traveler,” the man said.

“Peace to you as well,” Devers responded. “I have reserved a room.”

Although there was a computer terminal there, the man took out a very old looking book. He opened it
and scanned it with his finger. “You are Hercules Devers of Earth?”

“I am Sir.”

“And what brings you to Xen’Tal?”

“I come to learn.”

“Not many Humans come to Xen’tal to learn. It is been years since the last one set foot here. Are you
prepared?”

“I am.”

“Very well. Here is your room. There is a small meal at 2000. Traditional Vulcan. This is a serious
place, there is no type of bar or other recreation for outsides.”

Devers nodded, “Thank you. I require little.”

“2000 hours Mr. Devers.”

“I am honored.”

Devers headed to his room, which was spartan. A bed, a refresher and a small desk. He set his bag
down and stretched a bit, working out the kinks from travel. Checking his clock, he had a few minutes
before dinner. This would be a time for him to make an impression, show he was serious.

In the small dining room, there was a long table. Around the table were 4 Vulcans. Devers moved to
take an empty seat, nodding to the Vulcan to his right. A female Vulcan came out of the back with a
large bowl. Behind her came the old man from the desk carrying a plate of fruits and vegetables.

The woman began serving a broth from the bowl. It smelled like a memory to Devers. The soup that
Kru Petchyindee wife would make for the fighters of the gym. He took the bowl and nodded. “Thank
you.”

He watched as the man passed the tray around, and how each of the Vulcans took from the tray.
Devers did his best to mimic their actions. Finally, the old man and woman sat down. As one, the
Vulcans began to eat.

The meal was consumed in silence. The soup was spicy and flavorful. The fruit and vegetables were
simply prepared, the flavor popped in his mouth.
The meal concluded in silence. As everyone stood up, Devers jumped up as well. He watched as his 4
dinner companions left the room. Devers looked around and started gathering up the dishes.

The woman came over and put her hand on his. “You are our guest, let me do this.”

“Thank you, but my mother would have my hide if I didn’t help out, please let me help.”

The woman smiled, “Very well, when you have gathered the dishes, go through that door,” she pointed
to door in the wall.

Hours later, Devers had helped out the woman, who’s name he learned was T’par. Her husband was
Jekkos and they had been running this inn for over 50 years.

Finally, Devers made it to his room, he laid down and was quickly asleep.


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(USS Illuminar – The Prancing Pony – Pilot Vic ‘Raid’ Montero - 1930)

Vic was sitting at a table waiting for Gunsmoke to get off shift. It was his night to introduce her to more
of the food of his youth. This time, chicken in mole sauce. In the meantime, he was munching on chips
and a spicy salsa.

Bebe entered the lounge, and he waved her over. “You ready for some fire tonight?”

She chuckled, “You know I have a better spice tolerance than you.”

It was Vic’s turn to chuckle. “Did you see the simulation run?”

“Pretty clever use of those microtorpedos. You really ruined Ensign Rager day with that.”

He chuckled as Sam brought over the food and some drinks to wash it down.

“Enjoy,” Sam said as he left the table.

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Reolra kissed Gregory on the cheek, “That was an excellent chat,” she said, “What are you thinking?”
Gregory rolled over, “I need sustenance woman before you wear me out.”

She playfully hit him in the arm as she stood up. “Well then, let’s get you fed Mister. I have more things
I want to chat about.”

Gregory rolled out of bed and helped Reolra zip back into her dress. While she was putting on her
heels, he got into a clean uniform.

“Where shall we go? Here or down to Vulcan?” he asked

“The Pony is fine with me, less travel time,” she replied.

“Let us about it then.”

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(USS Illuminar – The Prancing Pony- COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory – 2030)

Gregory and Reolra walked into the lounge. It was quiet at the moment, with many crew on shore
leave, so the two found a table in the corner, looking out into space, with the planet on the left side.




“Hey Reolra, Lieutenant,” Sam said from behind the bar. “The usuals?”

“Please. And a plate of shrimp and oysters,” Gregory replied.

Sam raised an eyebrow, “Having a good night Lieutenant?”

Reolra chuckled, “Better than you Sam. Better than you.”

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(Vulcan
 - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- CTO Ensign T’Mur and FO Commander Sienna Williams-Verin- 2030)

It
 had been a long afternoon of medical business that ran late. Sienna was dressed in a colorful Betazoid
silk sundress, her long dark hair up in a crown braid to expose the tattoo of a queen of hearts playing
card on the base of her neck. She had left the thin
 caftan she had to wear during the heat of the Vulcan sun. In her hand was a basket with an excellent
bottle of vulcan wine, finger foods and 2 glasses.

Sy
hit the signal to request access to T'Mur's room. They had spent several nights just talking, and Sienna
wanted to take it further, but was unsure of the timing. T'Mur was not at all healed from the emotional
damage, let alone the physical issues that affected
her. Sienna was very careful not to use her position to force anything on T'Mur but her friendship.
T'Mur was the kind to isolate herself when she most needed a friend. And the women on the ship were
determined not to leave T'Mur out of the circle

When
 the door chime rang T’Mur had been meditating. It had been a long and tiring day. The tests were
thorough, and at times painful. They were designed to test the depth of the damage to her system. By
the time they had been done her left hand tremor was the
 worst it had ever been. No amount of concentration could still it. This was the direction her body was
headed if left to its own natural conclusion.

On
 top of the physical exhaustion was the emotional rawness. T’Mur made a conscious choice to not
speak to anyone as they made their way to the Suites. She was uncertain how she would respond to
even the simplest question. Sienna’s looks of concern were almost
 more than she could bear. As soon as she was behind the safety of her room's door she had slid to the
floor, buried her face into her hands and allowed herself to cry. There was a time limit. She allowed
herself five minutes to release the emotional energy
 before she began to rebuild her emotional barriers.

Now,
 with herself in control, she allowed the door to open, already knowing who it would be. Sekal would
have known to give her her solitude. The others would not have understood her stress. But Sienna
knew. She just could not let it go on without intervening.
 T’Mur was uncertain if she were pleased to see Sienna, or distressed. She didn’t know if she had the
strength to hold onto her emotional sanity.

Of
 course she was wearing a colorful dress that was pleasing to the eye. Compared to T’Mu'rs own plain
leggings and tank top that she wore, functional not aesthetic. She stood up in the middle of the room as
the first officer swept in. T’Mur simply nodded, opened
 her mouth to speak, but words did not come out. So she stood attempting her best stoic stance.

Sienna
 sat the basket down, "We have about 3 hours before they require you fasting, so I took the ship's credit
card and got us some wine. I need it and you do too. T'Mur, I have told you that I try really hard not to
use my Betazoid abilities but I have not told
 you why. I can't drink most alcohols, but Vulcan and Betazoid wines I can. And." Sy cast her dark eyes
down, "You are so loud right now that you are fraying the edges of my control. Shall we talk my friend?"
It was no secret on the ship that their FO preferred
 company with women and it was rumored she had never spent time with the guys. Sienna expected
rejection so she began to unpack the basket rather than face it.
Sienna
was visibly nervous and this was unlike her.

T’Mur
 swallowed hard. Their conversations over the past week had bordered on intimate. T’Mur was
uncertain if she were really able to be sexually intimate. She had so many issues to work through. In
the academy she was always a loner. Her roommate was the one who
 forced her to socialize, logically stating that it was part of the academy to learn how to be social with
other species. That was an impossible point to argue against. But still, as Andrea would say, in a room
full of people T’Mur was alone.

Men
had approached her but found her emotional distance disturbing and she quickly got a reputation.
Soon people left her alone. Which she had told herself was what she wanted. But if she were honest
what she wanted was someone to connect with. She had missed
out with a familial connection when her assault caused an unsatisfactory reaction to her Pon Farr.
Something she had not discussed with anyone.

Now,
 here was Sienna, beautiful Sienna, as beautiful in body as in her khatra, offering her a friendship that
she didn’t feel worthy of. She wanted to run over and embrace her. But she could not, she wasn’t
ready for that level, yet. However she released her
 body from its rigid stoicness and simply sat on the floor beside the small coffee table.

“Pour
 the wine,” she said, “and let’s talk.”

Sienna
 was not as much a fan of sitting on the floor, so she grabbed a cushion before kneeling, popping the
cork and pouring the sparkling amber wine. T’Mur accepted the glass. She was, by no means, an
aficionado of wine, but she had helped her parents make some
 purchases for their business, so she knew some of the steps. “Wine was not just a beverage, it was
an experience,” her father would say.

She
held the glass to her face and smelled the fruity aroma. Then she took a small sip. She quickly
rubbed her nose as the bubbles tickled it. She looked at Sienna who was having her own, more
personal experience with the wine.

Sy
 looked over, her eyes meeting T'Murs for a moment. "There are finger foods in the basket. Fruit,
cheese, and vegetables with some spicy bean paste." She took a deep breath, "If you could have
anything right now, be any place, do anything, what would it
be?"

Not
 much could make T’Mur laugh, but that question was pretty close. She did allow a smile, that lit up her
face. Then she controlled her humor. “Under the current circumstances, I believe this would be the
place I would be. If I were not here for medical reasons…
 I believe I would still enjoy being exactly where I am. Although being on Vulcan holds some hard
memories for me, it is the people that I am with that make me want to be here.”

She
paused for a moment then went on, “And if I am going to be honest with you, the one thing that I would
want to have, right now, under current circumstances, is someone that accepts me for who I am, no
matter what I have done or I have been through. I suppose
I want a friend.”

She
thought about the last few nights, talking with Sienna, and feeling their closeness, then she added,
“And perhaps a bit more.” Her cheeks turned a slight green at her embarrassment at the honesty of her
answer.



In
 order to take the attention away from herself for a moment, she said, “May I ask you a question?”

"You
 can ask me anything. I have told you that. I AM your friend and when, if you become ready, I will be
here. No pressure." She smiled lightly, "Pass me some of that sweet honey fruit?"

T’Mur
nodded, and reached into the basket, picking up the fragrant morsel and handed it towards Sienna.

“Why
 have you taken such an interest in me?” T’Mur asked blandly. “It has been clear since my… incident,
that I was not worthy of being “loved”, I have been abandoned by family, friends… I am unclean, and
impure. This attention is uncomfortable from everyone,
 as I do not feel that anyone should feel that way towards me.”

Sienna
 nodded slightly, "I think you are beautiful, and … I am not long past the dissolution of my Imzadi and
twin bond. I was in terrible pain for months. Captain Sekal covered for me and he found the mind healer
to come and help me. My parents are wonderful people,
 but my father always cared for my twin brother more. Trip, my twin. He left me behind. He did not seem
to understand that his finding his mate grated along the open bond. They were both one way, mostly.
My brother chose my Imzadi to be his first officer.
And she decided we were better off as friends. I could not handle the enforced intimacy and moved
from Mars to the Illuminar."

Sienna's
hand shook as she drank, not really tasting it. "We are not that dissimilar, my lovely T'Mur. I have
nights, most nights, that the loneliness eats at me. That is why I spend so much time in my music."

"In
 my deepest heart, where I will never admit it to anyone… I feel betrayed by the one person I should
never have been betrayed by. The same as you do. Like calls to like and I am tired of being alone."

“I
 understand how you’re feeling“ said T’Mur. “As you know I have had conversations wit Luma. She is
an intriguing conversationalist. She is discreet with her indiscretions. She has likened us to two
damaged people.”

She
 paused and drained her glass. She was not looking for courage but time. She was stalling. But she
knew if she didn’t say something now she may not have the opportunity later. Tears began to fill her
eyes. She wanted to control the emotional flood and at the
 same time she wanted to let it go.

“I
 want to tell you something,” she began. “ I am afraid. I am afraid of what it’s going to be like after my
treatment. I am afraid I will not be able to say what I want to say now. I’m afraid that after my treatment I
will not be able to say what I want to
 say. I understand my fear is real.”

~Still
stalling T. This is more difficult than it seemed it should be.~

Suddenly
she reached out and touched Sienna’s cheek. She gently stroked her blushing cheek with her thumb,
then reached up and began to stroke the line of her ear.

“I
 wanted to do that before it became… awkward,” she said looking into those deep dark eyes that were
like staring into obsidian pools.

Sienna's
breath caught in her throat and she found herself struggling to control her empathy so she did not
project. "You may do as you wish. Touch, kiss. Just talk. I will come with you tomorrow and then visit
daily. I doubt they will let me stay the entire time.
 T'Mur… You do not have to be the perfect vulcan with no emotions. You just have to be you. " Sy
shifted herself so that she laid her head in T'Mur's lap so that she could see the tattoo. This was the
best compromise. Physical even intimate contact without
 crossing to sexual.

"When
 you are ready to come to my bed, I will welcome you. Q… you heard we had a visit by him? He took
me to old earth, during the third war, and he gave me my imzadi. I was a cop, going undercover to
figure out a drug and trafficking ring at a shelter that should
 have been
safe.
 I kept the abilities for a few weeks. I could see glimpses of the future, true ones. And I could sense
memories in objects. Q "fixed" my dna so I would not need the anti rejection meds in order to survive. I
had a blood disorder incompatibility." She elaborated.
 "Twin got early dementia and I got my two sides warring with each other." She tried to make it sound
light but it was not to her. "I have never been to Betazed. Experienced it only on a holodeck. So, my
gorgeous girl, I envy that you know your homeworld. "
 Sy found herself lightly tracing circles on T'Mur's legging clad lower leg.

The
contact on her leg was … distracting. “Don’t envy it too much,” T’Mur warned. “As wondrous as people
think my world is, the people are not always so wondrous. It can be a hard place to live.”

She
stopped thinking of the last conversation she had with her family, who basically said that she need not
bother to come back and visit. On a world of her people she had no one to connect with.

“And
 I am not trying to be perfect. Vulcans are not, by nature, emotionless drones. In fact their emotions run
deep. We have simply set the objective of using logic over emotions for decisions. We have to see if,
logically, the response we give will give us the
 Best result. 97.8 percent of the time an emotional response will not get the best result.”

She
looked down at Sienna and noticed the tattoo. She reached down and traced her finger over the lines
of the card and then the line of the heart. “2.1 percent of the time an emotional response would have no
effect that would be different than a logical response.”

Then
she took the back of her hand and gently ran it down her jaw line to Sy’s chin. “The last 0.1 percent of
the time the only logical response … is an emotional one.”

With
that she leaned forward and gently placed her lips on Sienna’s.
Sy
stilled as T'Mur kissed her. It was a different sort of kiss than she had been used to. Soft lips with an
understanding behind it. Her empathy flared between them, the sexual need growing as Sy kissed
T'Mur back, letting T'Mur decide when the kiss ended. Under
the flare of desire came the loneliness, and the need to connect strongly with another.

When
the kiss broke, Sy's pupils were dilated and she was struggling to catch her breath from the need.
While they were still touching, skin on skin, she spoke softly, telepathically::You are the most beautiful
woman, inside and out. See yourself as I see you.::
Sy showed her the strong woman, the loyalty that ran so deep. How Sy watched her, and a little
fragment of the fantasies and dreams that Sienna often had when resting.

Sienna
had been so very careful up until now not to use her Betazoid abilities and connect mind to mind with
T'Mur. But tonight was different. A new beginning. She waited to see what T'Mur would do, how she
would react.

T’Mur
was far from experienced when it came to intimacy. After her attack she had retreated from what little
intimacies that she had. But when the mind of Sienna stroked her own it started something.

Her
 initial response was to pull away, but she realized that she didn’t want to. She let go of her defenses
and opened herself up. She saw the image that Sienna projected. It was not the frightened little girl that
she usually saw herself as. She had never seen
 herself as the strong woman capable of giving herself freely to another.

Almost
 instinctively she reached back. Her hand moved to the face of the Betazoid and attached to the veins
and nerve endings. She had not allowed another to meld with her since she had originally been
treated. Fear and self loathing did not permit such behavior
 to one who was unclean. But now, the gentle and loving flow of Sienna’s mind created an almost need.
She reached back.

::My
 mind to your mind, your mind to mine.::

She
 swung her legs over Sy's prostrate body and straddled her waist. The tendrils of her own powerful
mind began to penetrate through Sienna’s. Suddenly the flow of imagery opened up and there were no
secrets. T’Mur was allowing her full access to everything.
Her mind was laid bare. Her childhood, demanding and controlled, the attack, the treatment of her
family and others after the treatment. Then meeting Sienna and the night at the Prancing Pony.

But
she was also receiving from Sienna at the same level of intimacy. She could feel her need growing
matching that of the woman under her. Feel her loneliness that matched her own. And feeling that void
starting to fill.

Sienna
 had never felt such a profound sharing before and she gave as much back. She shared what it had
been like growing up in her twin's shadow, never quite enough, always failing to herself. How she had
felt so deeply hurt by Trip taking Lynn Bracken from her,
 and how Lynn did not seem to care. The raw edged pain of the broken Imzadi bond she had lived with
for almost a year. And the good things as well as the pain. The intense pleasure she had gotten out of
the ability to read the psychic memories of objects. The
 last time she and Trip had been together, they had crawled through the Exeter's tubes and had seen
the imprint of their parents dancing in engineering. What it felt like to ride her mare through the texas
countryside of her family's ranch. The chaos of dinnertime
 at the ranch with the fosters there.

And
then there was how her body responded to T'Mur's more dominant position. Sy would have fought
anyone else but with T'Mur it felt right. Such a complete sharing. She was completely mesmerized by
T'Mur and was happy to be so. ::Let me stay this night. We do
not need to share pleasure, just please do not send me away.:: Once T'Mur was healed, would she still
want Sienna? That was Sy's fear currently.

Through
 the connection T’Muir could feel the fear. It was a fear that she shared. What would she be like, who
would she be, when she had completed her treatment. If her brain was completely healed would she
still be capable of feeling what she is feeling now.
 The bottom line was that she wanted to, and she felt certain that she wanted it to.

She
looked deeply into the pools of Sienna’s eyes. She reached out with her mind, delivering images of
them melding into one. But she delivered her message in words. It was a simple message.

“Stay.”

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(USS Illuminar - The Prancing Pony - CSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 2031)
Jaton had just knocked off after a couple extra hours tying everything up in the science department. As
he was feeling peckish, he decided rather than going straight to his quarters to instead stop off for a bite
in the Prancing Pony. It hadn't been his usual type of haunt before he arrived on the Illuminar but he
had come to enjoy it.

The lounge was pretty quiet, but he saw Gregory off in the corner with a woman he didn't recognise. So
he went over to join them.

"Dieter, good to see you," he said warmly, placing his hand on Gregory's shoulder. "And who's this?"

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(USS Illuminar – The Prancing Pony- COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory – 2032)

Gregory was started when he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Dieter, good to see you,” Jaton said. “And
who’s this?”

“This is Reolra Dosar,” Gregory said. “She is one of folks who run this place.”

“Reolra, meet Lieutenant Jaton Alyl, he’s Chief Science Officer.”

Reolra smiled, and extended her hand, “A pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant,” she said. “I don’t recall
you seeing you in the lounge before. I hope you find everything to your pleasure. If not, let Sam know.
He’ll take care of you.”

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As if on cue, Sam came walking over to the table. He slid an ice plate onto the table. There were a
dozen oysters on the ½ shell, several different sauces. In between the oysters were cooked shrimp.
“Here ya go, guaranteed to rev up the old libido,” Sam said with a wink at Gregory. “

He then placed a bottle and two glasses between them. “Modvaarian tonic, perfect to clense the
palette.”

“Thanks Sam,” Gregory said.

“That looks delightful Dieter,” Reolra said as she took one of the oysters, and added some of the
mignonette sauce to it. With practiced skill, she let the oyster slide into her mouth.

“Enjoy your dinner Jaton, unless there is some business we need to discuss?”

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Gregory was started when he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Dieter, good to see you,” Jaton said. “And
who’s this?”

“This is Reolra Dosar,” Gregory said. “She is one of folks who run this place.”

“Reolra, meet Lieutenant Jaton Alyl, he’s Chief Science Officer.”

Reolra smiled, and extended her hand, “A pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant,” she said. “I don’t recall
you seeing you in the lounge before. I hope you find everything to your pleasure. If not, let Sam know.
He’ll take care of you.”

"Nice to meet you, Reolra. No, I'm not a regular customer here."

As if on cue, Sam came walking over to the table. He slid an ice plate onto the table. There were a
dozen oysters on the ½ shell, several different sauces. In between the oysters were cooked shrimp.
“Here ya go, guaranteed to rev up the old libido,” Sam said with a wink at Gregory. “

He then placed a bottle and two glasses between them. “Modvaarian tonic, perfect to clense the
palette.”

“Thanks Sam,” Gregory said.

“That looks delightful Dieter,” Reolra said as she took one of the oysters, and added some of the
mignonette sauce to it. With practiced skill, she let the oyster slide into her mouth.

“Enjoy your dinner Jaton, unless there is some business we need to discuss?”

 "I didn't have anything in particular to talk about business-wise. I was just curious who your friend was.
If you want to be left alone, I'll be on my way. But I'll see you later." Jaton then leaned in to kiss
Gregory's forehead before he left.

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(USS Illuminar – The Prancing Pony- Officer’s Lounge Manager- Diane Chamberlain – 2035)

It had been a slower than typical evening at the Aft Lounge, or the Rec Room. That was the name that
was the name that the crew had dubbed the lounge. The Rec Room was usually a noisy, busy hub of
activity. There was almost always some kind of game being played, and of course, the consumption of
food and beverage. The Rec Room had a bit of a reputation, but Diane would have argued that it was
not the nature of the Rec Room that led to the unfortunate incidents that sullied its permutation, but the
nature of the players of the games and the games they chose.

Unsurprisingly, most of the crew had chosen to go planet side for some shore leave, instead of just
staying on board for the usual activities. It was good to have a slow night as it gave Diane time to do
some staff evaluations and work on some new activities for the lounge.
The Expo’s biggest competition was the Prancing Pony, the Explorer’s Lounge. Usually they had a
buzz of activity, mostly musical in nature. The Rec Room was more of a place for the officers to let go
to unwind. The music was often loud, the people even louder. But tonight the Rec Room was all but
empty, and Diane was, to say the least, bored. Suddenly a thought came to her.

“Computer, where is Dieter Gregory?”

=^=Lieutenant Dieter Gregory is in the Officer’s Lounge.=^=

It had been a while since Dieter had paid her a visit, which surprised her, especially after the last time
she held a casino night. Gregory was a big winner… in more ways than one. He had done very well at
the Dabo table, even better with her. She had been waiting for him to continue their… friendship, but
she knew that it had been a no strings attached evening. Still, having time on her hands reminded her
how long it had been since she had had a relationship with any man. She was tired of waiting for him.

Diane had gone to her quarters and put on the same gown that she had worn on casino night. It was a
long black strapless gown with a plunging neckline, and slit that went up the top of her thigh. It left just
enough to the imagination, but put enough on display to garner a man’s interest. Armed with her dress
and her desire fro company she entered the Prancing Pony.

Immediately she was gratified to see that it was a slow night here as well. There were only a few tables
in use. A quick scan of the room she could see her quarry. Dieter Gregory was sitting in a corner both,
but he was not alone. Now he could see why he hadn’t been to the Rec Room recently. Looks like the
PP had its own draw. The delectable Reolra Dosar was sitting across from him. And she looked
hungry, but not necessarily for food.

Diane’s first reaction was anger and jealousy. But again, her time with Dieter was not meant to be a
mutually exclusive relationship, Reolra had just arrived before her. Then the competitive nature of
Diane came out. ~Let’s see how deep her hooks have gone into my Dieter.~

She walked slowly over to the bar and ordered, “Cardassian Sunrise.”

She knew Sam, but not well. They didn’t really travel in the same circle. He was more into athletic
activities on the holodeck, rather than “games.” He smiled at her inquisitively but brought her the drink.
She looked over her shoulder to see if her entrance had garnered Dieter’s attention. But somebody
else had taken a position at the table. It was science officer Jayton Allyl. She couldn’t couldn’t
remember the last time Allyl was at the Rec Room. It didn’t seem to be his kind of place.

She waited until Allyl walked away and with her glass in her had Diane turned and walked over to the
table. She smiled at Reolra and nodded.

“Reolra, nice to see you have a night off dear,” she said. Then she looked at Dieter. “Dieter, it’s been a
while since I’ve seen you. I’d hoped our last meeting had been more… memorable.”

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(USS Illuminar – The Prancing Pony – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 2035)

It was going to be a long night. Jaton had left, but first made a show of kissing him on the forehead.
Gregory was not into public displays of that nature. They had been on one date, sure it was a very
good one, but Gregory liked playing the field.

He watched as the science officer faded into the background.

“Interesting,” Reolra said.

“Complicated,” Gregory replied with a shrug. “But enough of that, where were we?” he asked.

Reolra handed an oyster to Gregory, “Keeping your energy up my dear Lieutenant.”

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Making a beeline for the table was Diane Chamberlain, the
manager of the O lounge and she was dressed to kill. They had a brief fling before the last mission.
Amazing time, mind blowing even. He'd been so busy he'd not been over to see her or relax in the Rec
Room.

“Reolra, nice to see you have a night off dear,” she said. Then she looked at Dieter. “Dieter, it’s been a
while since I’ve seen you. I’d hoped our last meeting had been more… memorable.”

Dieter tried not to choke as he swallowed the oyster.

“Diane,” Reolra replied, “It is indeed. Everyone seems to be going planetside, Sam seems to have it
under control.”

 “Diane,” Gregory got out as the oyster magically seemed to stick in his throat. He took a gulp of his
drink forcing the mollusc down into his stomach. “Diane,” he said again, “You are looking quite stunning
tonight. How's business?” he said, trying to play it casual.

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“Diane,” Gregory finally go the name out. The woman had to smile at the fact that he almost chocked
to death right there. She was hoping the reaction was to her dress.

"Diane,” he said again, "You are looking quite stunning tonight. How's business?”

Diane shrugged her shoulders and sighed, “Oh, pretty dead right now. You know how it goes when
there’s shore leave. Some people have better games to play other than 3-D chess or octagonal
billiards. I was hoping to find someone looking for a better game myself.”
She raised her eyebrows at Dieter and gave him a half a wink. She put her hands on her hips and
pushed out her chest as she looked at the couple at the table, an interesting thought coming to her.

“So how about you two?” she asked. “What game are you playing tonight?”

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(USS Illuminar – The Prancing Pony – COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory and Reolra Dosar - 2040)

“So how about you two?” Diane asked, “What game are you playing tonight?”

 Reolra smiled, “No games Diane. Those are for children,” she replied. “Why don’t you take a seat and
we can discuss it in more detail. There is always room for a third at the,” Reolra paused before adding
“table.”

“Sam, darling, how about some more oysters,” Reolra called out.

“Coming right up there Reolra.”

Dieter looked around at the room. Good thing it wasn’t too crowded and most people were on shore
leave. And he was off shift, so he could relax a bit, damnit.

“Did you know that our Dieter caught rikertitus on Risa? We were talking treatments.”

Gregory tried hard not to blush at Reolra’s comments. That was the last rumor he needed going
around the ship.

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(USS Illuminar – The Prancing Pony- Aft Lounge Manager- Diane Chamberlain – 2041)

“Did you know that our Dieter caught rikertitus on Risa? We were talking treatments.”

Diane had a hard time not giggling at Gregory’s discomfort as the two women began to talk about him
as if her were a piece of meat. This was a game that she would happily play along with.

Diane pulled up a chair and sat demurely. Then she leaned forward putting her elbows on the table,
giving Dieter a clear view of her cleavage.

“I had not heard that,” she said feigning disbelief. “And what, pray tell, is your prescribed treatment for
rikertitus? I mean, that is no small problem, and I am almost certain would require several treatments.
Would it be hard?”

(reply Gregory, Reolra)
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(USS Illuminar - The Prancing Pony - CSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 2042)

Jaton was sitting at the bar, absentmindedly picking at his steamed azna. He needed to eat something,
but he couldn't stop paying attention to Dieter and the gaggle of women fawning over him.

He harrumphed. "What's the story behind all that, you think?" Jaton said to the bartender.

(reply Sam, any)
(posted by Spencer)

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(USS Illuminar - The Prancing Pony - Reolra Dosar - 2043)

"I had not heard that? And what, pray tell, is your prescribed
treatment for rikertitus? I mean, that is no small problem, and I am
almost certain would require several treatments. Would it be hard?"
Diane asked.

"Rikertitus is a chronic condition. One can live with it, but it
without regular treatment, it can lead to mental defects, a loss of
focus, difficulty sitting down and more," Reolra replied. "With regular
treatments, it is manageable. Interestingly it tends to affect males of
a species more than females."

Sam placed another tray of oysters down and retreated from the table.

Reolra took another oyster, "And yes Diane, it is hard. Very, very
hard. That was a penetrating observation of the condition. You should
help yourself, these are quite delicious."

She paused, "You do have some medical experience in this area, don't you?"

(Reply Diane)
(Posted by Tim)
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(USS Illuminar - The Prancing Pony - Sam Malone - 2045)

A quiet night was not the worst thing. Being around a planet let people blow off steam before the next
deep space voyage.

He was quite impressed at Lieutenant Gregory. Of course the man was playing with fire there with both
Diane and Reolra. They were both spitfires, and he'd have his hands full.

After dropping off a round of synthale to crewmen Clavin and Peterson, He moseyed back to where his
other customer was. The ships roster listed him as Lieutenant Jaton Alyl, and he was the head of the
science department. He had watched him interact with Dieter, while Reolra sat there. His barman's
sense started tingling, which meant one thing. Time to offer a sympathetic ear and common sense
advice.

He grabbed his bottle of common sense and waited.

"What's the story behind all that, you think?" Jaton asked.

That was a cue if he'd ever heard one. He poured two shots of common sense, handing one to the
Lieutenant. "On the house, Lieutenant. It's from my private stock," he said, raising the glass to his lips.
The smooth silkiness of the whiskey passed his lips, as the notes of cinnamon and caramel danced
around his tongue. He loved his common sense.

"Now, it looks like the classic story, as told by the Earth Philosopher Sir Roderick Stewart once wrote,
'Some guys have all the luck'," Sam said. "Why does it matter so much to you?"

(reply Alyl)
(Posted by Tim)
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(USS Illuminar – The Prancing Pony- Aft Lounge Manager- Diane Chamberlain – 2043)

"You do have some medical experience in this area, don't you?” Reolra asked wickedly.

~Oh game on.~ Diane smiled equally wickedly, now completely ignoring Gregory, “Oh love, I have
reached my climax in this treatment on more than one occasion.” She paused then added, “Often in
the same course of treatment.”

Suddenly she turned her attention back on dieter and leaned even closer, her knee rubbing against his
outer thigh. “Dear Dieter, have you been suffering from this affliction long?”

(reply Dieter, Reolra)
(Posted by Al Muir)
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(USS Illuminar - The Prancing Pony COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory and Vixen Reolra Dosar - 2047)

The conversation was getting lively. Gregory was enjoying the back and forth. Of course, his mind was
further into the evening, with a more in depth chat later with both of these fine ladies.

Diane leaned over, her knee connecting to his outer thigh. "Dear Dieter, have you been suffering from
this affliction long?"

It was time for him to get in the game, maybe seal the deal. Of course, this was delicate work or he
could lose both, and that would not do.

"Well, Diane," he began softly, "I may have had it for years. However, the stress of the last mission has
caused a flair. It's a very serous and I was fortunate that Reolra recognized the symptoms. I'm even
luckier to realize there are two women trained in recognizing and treating this cursed condition.
Rikertitus is nothing to laugh at," he was beginning to react to Diane's actions. "And ... and flairs need
to be treated promptly."

Reolra leaned in close, the top of her blouse open to remind Dieter of her assets. Picking up an oyster,
she ever so slowly lifted it to Dieters lips. "You have to keep up your enegy if we are going to have any
chance of taming this flair. Sitting up might be too stressful," she said. Leaning back,she moved to the
chair next to Dieter, "Come," she said, pulling his head owards her shoulder. "Rest here Dieter while
Diane and I compare treatment protocols."

"Should we consider moving our patient to someplace more quiet? I would be interested in your
treatment methods, if you were interested in sharing. Gregory seems to have a very firm case of
rikertitus. And with the stress of his job, we might need to consider a more collaborative arrangement,"
Reolra said, "and I am sure I could learn a lot from you about the treatment of this disease..." she said
letting her thought fade into the ether.

(Reply Diane)
(Posted by Tim)
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(USS Illuminar – The Prancing Pony- Aft Lounge Manager- Diane Chamberlain – 2048)

"Should we consider moving our patient to someplace more quiet?” Reolra asked. "I would be
interested in your treatment methods, if you were interested in sharing. Gregory seems to have a very
firm case of rikertitus. And with the stress of his job, we might need to consider a more collaborative
arrangement, and I am sure I could learn a lot from you about the treatment of this disease…"

Diane’s motor was revved now, the titillation of the conversation raising her temperature. She looked
around the room to see if there were any other patrons still there. During the course of the discussion it
appeared that the only person still there was Jayton Allyl. As much as it intrigued her to see the
reaction of the scientist to suddenly tossing all of the dishes to the floor and pulling either Dieter or
Riora across the table, she thought that it may not do much for the newly promoted third officer’s
reputation to having a small orgy in the Prancing Pony.

She looked over at Riolra’s own flushed face and couldn’t help herself. She reached over and grabbed
the back of the woman’s neck and pulled her over. She then locked her mouth onto the other’s and
gave her a long, passionate, deep kiss that little wondering in anybodies mind on what was about to
happen, no matter where it happened.

Finally she release her lock on Riolra and looked at Dieter, “That may be the most… prudent coarse of
action. The Rec Room is empty. I believe we can find a quiet place there… to make some noise, and
treat our… patient.”

With that she rubbed her hand along Riolra’s face softly, then let it flow to Dieter’s cheek. She stopped
at the door and turned. “Coming?”

(reply Dieter and Riolra)
(posted by Al Muir)
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(USS Illuminar - The Prancing Pony - CSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 2049)

The bartender poured two shots of some kind of alcohol that Jaton didn't recognise, handing one to
him. "On the house, Lieutenant. It's from my private stock," he said, raising the glass to his lips. Jaton
raised his glass as well, but didn't drink it. He sighed and put it back down.

"Now, it looks like the classic story, as told by the Earth Philosopher Sir Roderick Stewart once wrote,
'Some guys have all the luck'," Sam said. "Why does it matter so much to you?"

Jaton didn't take his eyes off the glass. "I guess you weren't working the other night," he said.

(reply Sam)

"Dieter and I had a date the other night, and it was absolutely magical. And seeing him with a little
harem over there is really getting me down." With that, Jaton downed the shot, grimacing.

(reply Sam, any)
(posted by Spencer)
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(USS Illuminar - The Prancing Pony - Sam Malone, bartender - 2051)

"I guess you weren't working the other night,"Jayton said to Sam.

"You'd have to be more specific as to the date. They all blur together, you know," Sam said.

"Dieter and I had a date the other night, and it was absolutely magical. And seeing him with a little
harem over there is really getting me down," Jaton said as Sam watched him throw the shot back.

He poured another shot for Jaton.

"That's the breaks," Sam said. "I've seen it dozens of times in dozens of bars I've worked in from one
end of the quadrant to the other.," Sam said, "So you're not alone, in fact you're probably in great
company. Let me ask you the question. Did you ever talk about it? What, if any, expectations there
were? That Lieutenant over there seems to want to be a playboy, playing the field. You, my friend,
need to turn your frown upside down. No person is worth that much angst over."

He paused, "but if you need to get over it, I've got the solution."

(Reply Jaton)
(Posted by Tim

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(USS Illuminar - Aft lounge - COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 0500)
Gregory tried to roll over, but he was entangled between two other warm bodies. The events of the
night and early morning starting to come back to him. Opening his eyes, he confirmed that he was still
in the lounge with Diane and Reolra. A wild night indeed. Blinking, he looked at the time.

~Shit~ he thought ~I have to be on shift in an hour. No way I'm going to be late.~

He started wiggling out to extricate himself from the sleeping ladies while trying not to wake them.

Next, he started grabbing what was left of his uniform. His shirt was torn in several places. At least his
pants were intact. Slipping into them, and the shirt, he picked up his boots making his escape from the
room. As he shook his head to clear the cobwebs he started to the turbolift.

A quick ride to deck 3, he got off to head to his room. One of the gamma shift officers gave him a look.
"Nothing to see here Ensign," he growled before ducking into his room.

"Tea, triple strength," he said to the replicator as he headed to the shower to wash off the sweat and
smell of sex.

10 minutes later, he stepped out of the sonic shower, feeling more refreshed. That was until he looked
at himself in the mirror, when he noticed a bruise on his neck. He groaned, there was no hiding the
mark, or what it really was from. No use worrying over spilled milk, as his mum used to say.

Good think it was still early, he thought as he drank his tea, the cobwebs lifting more. Another day
around Vulcan. Nothing exciting to be happening today. Perhaps the Captain would be busy helping
T'Mur and not have some exercise to test his skills.

Finishing the tea, he checked his uniform one more time.
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Xen'Tal -Security PO3 Hercules Devers - 0530)

Devers woke without an alarm. It was quite, much more so than on the ship. He slipped into his
training clothes and quietly made his way out of his room.

He saw Jekkos, old Vulcan at the desk, "Early morning for you?"

Devers nodded, "A habit. A run and some meditation before the day begins."

Jekkos nodded, "I would recommend you go south for a kilometer or so, then you'll see a path on the
east that leads down to the small valley. You can run along the stream bed for a good 3 kilometers
before coming to a second path that leads up from the dried river bed. Take that and you will be about
2 kilometers back to the village."

"Thank you sir," he said. Stepping outside into the early morning, he put on his headband and started
off at a slow trot. He was not trying to break the Star Fleet record, but more to help clear his mind and
focus.
The path that Jekkos suggested was easy to follow, and other than the slope down and again back up,
was relatively flat, if sandy. He was glad to be running barefoot.

He made it back to the inn just after 6 am. As he reached the edge of Xen-Tal, he heard a single note
from a bell come from the institute. If this was anything like his Kru's gym, that was the summons to the
students.

Sure enough, he saw several Vulcans come out of the inn dressed in the garments of the Institute. He
fell in behind them as they made their way to the institute.

Passing through the gate, he was struck by the similarity to other training academy's he had been too.

Standing in front of some stairs, across from the archway he entered in was Jekkos. He too was
wearing the traditional garments. He nodded as he saw Devers.

Two Vulcans descended the stairs behind Jekkos, standing on either side and in front of him. "Dator tor
oren-tor" he said in Vulcan.

The students spread out facing the stairs.

Devers found an open spot in the back and turned his attention to the activities.
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(USS Illuminar - Deck 1- Bridge -COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 0555)

The turbolift doors opened and Gregory stepped onto the bridge. He made a beeline for Operations,
"Morning Ms. Morganthall. Update?" he asked.

The young ensign turned her chair around, "Morning Chief," she said as she paused. "You ok? You
have a bruise."

"That's nothing. Focus please."

She nodded, and pulled up a PADD. "Nothing out of the ordinary Sir," she said formally. "A few crew
reported some strange sounds coming from the Aft Lounge, which was closed last night oddly."

He nodded, "Yes, with most of the crew hitting the planet, Diane closed for err... inventory."

"Very good Sir," Morganthall said "I'll make a note of that in the record."

Gregory blushed slightly.

(reply any alpha or gamma watch)
(Posted by Tim)
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(Xen'Tal - Vulcan Institute of Defensive Arts - Security PO3 Hercules Devers - 1015)
The morning had been a difficult one, as Devers watched and learned the traditional meditation and
moves of Ponn-ifla. It reminded him of some of the German ju-jutsu that he practiced. An economy of
movement, focused on changing the opponents momentum and using it against him. It was, in some
ways more gentle than his preferred Muay Thai and could be quite devastating. He's throw a move or
two into bouts to throw his opponents off their game at times.

The students were taking a break, stretching and preparing to learn and practice new moves. Devers
had stepped to the side from the other students. He was surprised to see Jekkos standing next to him.
"You have done your Kru proud Mr. Devers. Kru Petchyindee visited us many years ago, we
exchanged many ideas. Your Muay Thai is more agressive, like our kareel-ifla. Perhaps you would be
willing to spar with some of our more experienced students."

Devers bowed his head "I would be honored, Sir."

"Then it is agreed. We will begin at 1400."

(none, unless we have Vulcan martial artists)
(Posted by Tim)
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(Xen’Tal - Vulcan Institute of Defensive Arts - Security PO3 Hercules Devers, Jardek and Ponn-iffla
Master Teluk- 1300)

After having some rest and water, Devers found a corner where he could meditate as he had been
taught. Slowing his breathing, visualizing the traditional forms one by one, centering his mind and
preparing for the battle that was to come. While this was more of an exhibition, both ponn-ifla and
karell-ifla were like Muay Thai, which lacked a traditional scoring system. They were designed to fight
and win. He didn’t want to be overconfident, having watched the student practing ponn-ifla this
morning. This would be bloodless combat, as his StarFleet instructor used to say about training
missions.

Well about as bloodless as two experts practicing their arts.

Centered and ready, he approached the front of the training ring. Stepping inside the ring, he began
the Wai Khru ram muay. The ‘war dance that saluted the teacher’. This was the traditional way to
salute and honor his teacher, Kru Petcyindee, as well as paying respect in this case to this place and
teacher here.

Walking around the ring, counter clockwise, he stopped at each corner, bowing his head three times.
At each stop he softly spoke a quiet mantra.

The Vulcans at the Academy stopped to watch the human perform this strange ritual.

After he completed this ritual, he started into the ritualized ram muay, a series of movements like a
dance. Slow, deliberate, patient. Taking him through the classic forms as he was taught. Each one led
into a pivot to start the next move. Devers performed them with his eyes closed, to help him focus on
the feel of the ring, the sounds he might hear and more.
A practitioner of Muay Thai could learn a lot about his opponent from how they performed the ram
muay.

As he finished up, he looked out to see the whole class watching him. Jekkos entered the ring, bowing
to Devers.

“Years ago, the Vulcan Institute had the honor of hosting your teacher, Kru Petchyindee for a week. He
had come here, under our invitation to learn more about your Muay Thai. I was fortunate to have the
opportunity to be hosted on Earth at his training gym a year later. It is fortuitous that your ship came to
Vulcan and we could renew the friendship between your masters training facility and the Vulcan
Institute of Defense Arts.”

“What Mr. Devers has performed is a traditional opening before any bout such as we will have here. It
is known as the War Dance to Honor the Teacher, or the Wai Khru ram muay. You do us honor to have
shown us the courtesy of this honor. Our martial arts do not have such rituals. V’Lyss here has agreed
to serve in your corner.” Jekkos pointed to a young man, “He is a practitioner of karell-ifla.”

“If it is agreeable, and you are willing, would you be willing to participate in matches against
practitioners of our two main schools - ponn-ifla and karell-ifla?”

Not one to back down from a challenge, Devers nodded. “I would be honored.”

“Very well then. Up first will be Teluk, master of the ponn-ifla. Second will be Jardek, practitioner of the
karell-ifla.”

Teluk moved toward the circle of testing, he had been standing behind and to the side of Master
Jekkos as he spoke. The human had shown remarkable ability, discipline and deference. This was his
reward from the Masters of the VIDA, to allow himself to be tested to expose his strengths … and his
weaknesses. Weakness was not an illogical word nor was it spurned for if one knew not their weakness
how were they to be expected to strengthen it?

His step was a measured glide as the loose clothing he wore similar to a human Gi moved about him.
The sash was the same color as his clothing. Adornment was unnecessary to one who had mastered
his craft. He passed into the circle and moved to the center. There he stopped and inclined his head
slightly in acknowledgment of his opponent. He was neither short nor remarkably tall and his face was
placid, serene, utterly at peace. This was the way of ponn-ifla. His stance was compact, closed but
relaxed and his jet black hair was cut short. His eyes regarded Devers with serenity. His hands were
loosely clasped before him. He stood in the eye of the storm unmoved and unhurried.

Devers watched the Vulcan move with grace. This would be an interesting challenge. Devers moved
to test Teluk with a combination. He moved quickly and started into a right hook punch that would lead
him to rotate counter clockwise into a spinning elbow strike.

The Vulcan's head moved backward a fraction causing the blow to miss as his left hand snaked up and
grasped the wrist of the human in a grip as firm as steel. He pulled his arm in front of and past him
causing Hercules to spin to his left off balance and exposing the side of his jaw and neck. The Kroika
redirection was expertly applied giving the Taroon opening for a neck pinch. Teluk passed up this
opportunity as he released Devers' wrist. The strength of the Vulcan and momentum turned the human
180°. It was at this time that the Vulcan's foot lashed out in a blur and connected with his posterior. The
kick launched Devers sprawling to the mat and facing away.

When he turned he could see the Vulcan had returned to his placid stance, seeming to have never
moved. This was at the heart of the storm. This was ponn-ifla. The near absence of resistance and
redirection of momentum. The application of minimum force without aggression. Aggression would be
applied only when needed and in measured amounts.

Devers arched his back and sprung to his feet. He slowly circled his opponent, watching how he
moved to match Devers position. He started to feign to the left, then launched to his right as his foot
planted, he was trying to move around Teluk to execute the muay thai djab ko, a clinch that would allow
him to land a series of khao khong, or the curving knee strike to the Vulcan’s side.

As Devers started to make contact with the Vulcan, Teluk seemed to melt away from him as he dropped
to the mat and to his back. His feet came up and were planted in Devers midsection with knees bent.
As he rolled backward his knees straightened and Hercules' momentum carried him forward launching
the human through the air.

When he came back up from the throw the Vulcan was once again standing loosely in the center of the
mat facing him.

Devers bent into a front roll, and landed on the mat. Turning again to face his opponent, Devers smiled
and inclined his head to acknowledge the throw. Power attack and an attempted clinch were ineffective.
At least as an opening salvo. It was clear that he needed a better feign to get Teluk moving in the
wrong direction. He backed up and launched into the Kradot Chok, the superman punch, as he
launched forward and started to throw a punch. Seconds later he pulled his punch back and continued
a backflip motion, with his trailing leg kicking out to contact the side of Teluk’s knee.

The Vulcan moved at the last instant as he had been doing, spinning away from the kick. The leg was
withdrawn and he bent slightly as his right hand snaked down and cupped the human's heel. His arm
came around and up and Devers legs were swept out from under him causing his back to impact the
mat. The heel still in hand Teluk turned and squeezed as he rotated the ankle while grasping his shin in
the other then pushed down and locked the knee while gently exerting pressure in a clockwise motion
causing both knee and ankle to scream in unison. The Narilk joint lock was excruciating. He held it only
for a moment then released the limb and stepped back to await the next attack.

Devers was getting frustrated. His attacks were being turned against him quickly and efficiently. He
had been told when his frustration started to feed into a fight, he had lost. Closing his eyes, he
centered his breathing, slowing his heart rate and visualizing how to draw his opponent off balance. He
would have to try a feint.

He moved forward fists up by his face, balanced on the balls of his feet. When he got within striking
distance he opened his hands moving his right arm to grab his opponent's left wrist. As his hand got
close, he pushed off with his legs as he moved his left arm towards the Vulcan’s chest.
Teluk dropped into a crouch and spun on the ball of his left foot as his right leg shot out in a Ponn-K'sin
sweep and whipped through Devers' legs. The human lost his footing and went head over heels, helped
along by the Vulcan's left hand grip on his arm and right hand in his gut which added to his air time.

“Kroykah!” a voice called out. A much smaller Vulcan walked out into the arena. He looked at Devers,
on the ground, trying to catch his breath. Then he looked at Teluk and nodded. “Ya’akash kal-tor?” (I
ask for permission to continue)

Teluk inclined his head in acknowledgment of Jardek's request. "Kar-i-far." He spoke. (Begin). He
bowed to his human opponent.

Devers stood up, and faced his opponent. He raised his hand in a Vulcan salute, “Peace and Long
Life,” he said, before bowing to Teluk.

"Peace and long life." Teluk had raised his own hand in a salute. "You are well versed in your art,
however force can not prevail where there is no resistance. Trees of your world give way before the
wind or are uprooted. Water flows around obstacles. Learning the way of non-resistance gives you
power over force. To redirect and capture it and return it to your opponent without aggression." He then
bowed again and moved from the mat with that gliding gait that seemed effortless.

(Reply: None, more coming)

(Posted by Tim Bushnell (Devers)
Charles Gatling (Master Teluk)
Al Muir (Jardek)

NRPG:
A compendium of Ponn-ifla terms:

Kroika : a central move of Ponn- ifla which involved deflecting an opponent's fist
Taroon : this aspect of the fighting style was to use the opponent's own attack as a means of getting an
opening for a nerve pinch.
Narilk : a joint lock and counterpressure move with many different techniques existing.
Ponn-K'sin : borrowed from the more aggressive kareel-ifla but modified by ponn-ifla masters, this
move involved a leg sweep.
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(Vulcan – The al-Stakna Mountains – Chief of Security Lt jg Keung Lee. 1330)

There were two ways to ascend The al-Stakna Mountains. They were a mountain range that was a
feature of the geography of the planet Vulcan, bordering the Vulcan's Forge region. The sensible
person's approach to conquer the single most hazardous site was to take the route with local guides.
Experienced mountaineers would scout ahead, rig harnesses across deep crevasses, plant crampons
and anchors, and string rope so that climbers could proceed with safety and caution.

The other way, the have-you-lost-your--mind- way, was to go onto the ice alone, stake out a point at the
base of the waterfall and start your ascent, placing your own anchors and stringing your own rigging as
you went, and hoping there weren't any crevasses that needed bridging.
In this type of climb, anyone who became trapped by an ice slide, buried by an avalanche, or
swallowed by a crevasse that opened then closed without warning (which pretty much happened all the
time every day on Vulcan would likely remain frozen in place until the next global warming catastrophe,
whenever that would happen, thawed them out.
The second way was how Lt Keung Lees chose to make his ascent. He wanted to do some climbing
on Vulcan. Apparently climbing mountains was an attraction for many off worlders
After hours of hard climbing, he appeared as a mere speck on the vast, shimmering wall of ice. Buffeted
by high winds, she now dangled less than a hundred feet from the icefall's summit.
With a controlled swing of his arm he buried the head of his ice-pick into the ice surface. As the blade
bit into the ice, water trickled around its head, reminding him that tons of fresh water were contained
under this icy shell. The list of fatalities which occurred on this shifting ice wall wasn't as high as it used
to be in centuries past, but still nature had to be respected and the occasional... incidents still
happened.

Lee did not let this disturbing thought linger or break the rhythm of his climb. The al-Stakna Mountains
was in geological terms, still an active volcano, and when the wind wasn't howling in his ears, he could
actually hear the sound of the ice surface creaking and thumping. Bits and pieces of rocky ice tumbled
off the sheer vertical surface from time to time as well, careening downwards until they were lost from
sight.

The brutal topography of this rugged ecosystem appeared uninhabitable - a trackless expanse of snow
and ice broken only by black granite mountains so high their summits towered into the clouds. In spots
where the snow cover had melted, there were wonderous forms of sculpted shapes and forms.

The words of Edwin "Buzz" Aldrin, the second person to step on Earth's moon, came to him: "Beautiful!
Beautiful! Magnificent desolation..." – but Lee wasn’t a person who admired the artwork. . The rapidly
changing weather conditions and inherently dangerous climbing surface bore their own danger, and all
these stressful potentialities had condensed themselves into a pattern of confident, economical
motions: swing the axe, fasten the crampon, pull on the rope and ascend upwards. Every move was
careful, deliberate, calm.

Wrapped from head to toe in extreme-cold-weather gear, Lee sank the spiked crampons strapped to his
boots into the icy wall. As the fresh, cold water continued to bubble out of the hole his pick had gouged,
he anchored her safety line with an ice screw and paused for a final break. Risking frostbite, he pulled
off the facemask that covered his features and put his lips near to the ice.
The near-frozen water gave him a bracing shock as the liquid splashed around hisr mouth, and he took
a few cupful’s which refreshed and restored him. After taking his fill, he reattached his thermal mask.
Hanging on the rop with the safety harness strapped to his chest, he listened to the sound of his
pounding heartbeat over the soughing of the constant wind.

A blast of unexpected wind and a rain of dusty snow set his adrenaline flowing. He cocked his head,
waiting and listening for the tell-tale rumbling that might herald an avalanche.

When it didn't arrive, he took a deep breath and prepared to push on towards his destination. Just
above him was the summit, the icefall's highest point; a frozen river that formed a flat, icy shelf the size
of a tennis court.
He worked her way upwards steadily, finally throwing a free arm over the edge of the icefall and pulled
himself up and over the summit - and he could see over the edge. A shuttle. He had arranged for a
shuttle pickup!!

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(Illuminar - Deck 5 Holodeck Suite 1 Chief of Security Lt jg Keung Lee- 1630)




The phaser blast seared the air beside the left ear of Cadet Eish Cuish, team leader, as he flinched. He
dived down to his left, throwing himself to the outpost deck behind a dense of wrecked equipment. On
the far side of the room, the phaser shot exploded against the wall, leaving behind a scorched smoking
scar in the metal wall.

Next to EIsh was cadet Winston SoarGal, their backs against a broken console that had crashed onto
its side. Eish calmly studied the guage on his phaser. “Almost drained.”

They had been engaged in this firefight for more than an hour. When it had had become apparent that
the team faced a force at least three times their number,Cadet Janel had made it clear that the odds of
their getting out of the complex alive would increase dramatically if they could permanently disable
enemy fighters, rather than just rendering them unconscious for a short time.

Jane looked at her own phaser and examined the power indicator. “Mine’s down to 20%”

“What do we do now?” shouted cadet Ray Wong across the room, who was hiding behind a pillar.


Eish looked across to Ray “I’m not sure what we can do. How many of them did you count?”

“There must have been at least twenty,” replied Jane. “Then again, we did kill just as many!”

“We’re going to have to run for it,” said Elsh , who was beginning to show signs of nerves. She reloaded
her phaser compression rfile. "This is my last charge."

“To where?” exclaimed Winston .. He knew if the team attempted to reach the shuttle’s in the complex’s
hangar, they would find a group of aliens waiting for them. “Even we managed to get ot the shuttlecraft
and were to able to launch, they must have a ship somewhere nearby. The Illuminar can’t get a
transporter fix us either, because of the interference from the lab’s shields.”

Jane looked up. "Do you smell something burning,?"
The team of four had been assigned to retrieve top secret files from a Starfleet research lab on the
New Brighton colony, which had been occupied by a force of Kzinti. Elsh peered out from under the
twisted metal wreck at the hole in the wall again. Rusted reinforcing rods poked out of the shattered
duracrete walls like an exposed skeleton. Getting in had been easy, but retrieving the files had set off
the alarm.

"Nope," he finallly said, sliding back under cover. "Your twitchy nose is just making you paranoid."

Jane glanced over his shoulder again. "We should make a break for it, sir. Before we run out of
energy."

Elsh produced a plasma grenade, thinking along the same lines. "My last one."

Ray did not need to hesitate, "Let's do it." But Elsh had already set the trigger and with an easy lob,
tossed the grenade toward the hole in the wall.

The explosion echoed in the confined space with an almighty roar. ;Elsh was already moving, headed
for the gaping hole through the licking flames and acrid smoke. "Last one back buys the brews!"

The smoking carcasses of three Kzinti lay in the corridor beyond the wall, still smouldering. The smell
was overwhelming and the four cadets all gagged hard as they headed down the corridor toward the
launch bay.

They raced around the corner... and that was when fifteen red beams lanced through the smoke and
centred themselves on the cadet;s chest..

...fifteen red spots lanced through the smoke and centered themselves on Keung's chest.

Facing them was an entire platoon of Kzinti troopers, everyone with his weapon trained on the cadetss.
Even with the ablative harness over their regular tacsuits, they were not optimistic that the harness's
energy dispersement web would be sufficient to absorb fifteen direct disruptor blasts.

The figures of Lt Keung Lee, Counselor Jenny Holmes and instructor Ensign Kolr Loceu shimmered
into view between them as their thermo-optical camouflage fields were disengaged.

“Computer, freeze program” said Ensign Koir, sharply. He growled “Everyone stay where you are.
What do you think you’re doing?”

"I think," replied Lt Lee casually, "this exercise is over but the wholesale massacre." He kept a neutral
expression as He added, "We've been observing this session."

"Jenny acknowledged Lee "Hello, cadets" she gave a little wave to the three men and one women A
few muttered hellos and were met by a stern look from ensign Kori.

Kori dismissed the cadets. "All right then, we'll conclude this session here. Get changed, and I'll see
you in Security for debriefing in fifteen."
Jenny watched the three Security officers exit the holodeck, before she continued, "Your little exercise
here is not working, ensign Kori . Those cadets boys are terrified - and they know this is a simulation! I
have no idea what kind of preparation you gave them before you threw them into it, but they are tense
and nervous and likely to get themselves killed if they were on the field..."

Kori was listening to her, but Jenny wasn't sure she was convincing him. She did have a point she
wanted to make. She knew that crew training, even combat and tactics, nominally came under the
Chief of Security's area of responsibility but he had delegated some of that responsibility to his
instructors.

"Look at them! Right now, they're shooting without purpose, just hoping they hit something. You and
ensgn Kori I both know they can do the job, but their minds aren't in it just now. Better to let them blow
off some steam and get back in their game by allowing them at least a moment to adapt aboard first."

For a moment Jenny lost her train of thought as the Klingon grunted loudly, obviously getting annoyed.

Lee seeing Kori getting angry intervened "Nobody's doubting your methods, ensign" said Lee , gently,
"but you need to take the time to condition and build the capabilities of your new arrivals up to this level
of intensity. Otherwise they won't benefit as effectively from this training?"

The Klingon instructor had to grudgingly admit that the Chief did have a point.

Captain Lem and the two department heads began walking toward the holodeck exit. "I thought they did
much better than expected, under the circumstances," she said. "Cela va sans dire, it was a clever trick
you did with the thermo-optical screen which allowed you to get in as far as you did."

"There's no such thing as a failed exercise as long as you learn from it," agreed Jenny “Let’s go talk to
the team”


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(Illuminar - Deck 6 - Fitness Suite Chief of Security Lt jg Keung Lee- 2100 hrs)

 Keung Lee walked into the Fitness Suite at about 2100 hrs for his daily exercise routine after finishing
his supper. The Fitness Suite was usually fairly quiet at this time of the evening. So he was quite
surprise to see one of his security officers Ensign Jacob Roberts, alone in the midst of a bench press
set. Keung estimated that he had just over 300 lbs on the bar. Dropping his kitbag, he walked over to
Roberts

Lee was standing over Robert’s head when he said, "You know you shouldn't do that without a spot."
Roberts arms were shaking as he breathed out and pushed the bar up once more.

Roberts replied through clenched teeth, "Thanks. Chief, but I'm a big boy."
Lee looked for a bench nearby and sat down. Roberts finished his set and Keung stepped up to help
him to set the bar on its stand. Roberts pushed himself up on the bench and grabbed up his towel. The
ensign rubbed the sweat from his face as he stood and motioned for Keung to lay down for a set.

The ensign remained silent through out the set, when Lee set the bar down .Roberts l asked, "Mind if I
do another while I'm still warm?"

"Not at all." Lee heaved himself up from the bench and the two men spent a few quiet moments
resetting the weights. They added another 50 pounds to the bar bringing the press up to 380.

Robert slay out under the bar, he lifted it and did a testing rep before dropping the bar back down on
the hook. His face hadn't even creased with the strain Lee noted.

"Put another fifty on." Roberts brown eyes were narrowed with a piercing glare on the bar.

Lee now looked with surprise at the man. "Really? That'll make it 430 lbs on the bar." The fellow was
asking for punishment. .

Roberts simply said, "Just do it..chief."

Keung sighed reluctantly but put the weight on and watched the ensign do five reps then sets the bar
down panting heavily. Impressive! It might be worth setting up a league table of weight lifters. Pity no
one bets for money these days! "I thought that would be too much. You alright?" said Keung feeling
concerned, Roberts was visibly trembling.

Roberts sat up flexing his hands into fists as he looked at Keung, "I'm Fine. Put another fifty on."

"What?" said a startled Keung.

"Felt like nothing, barely getting a burn." Roberts his tone cold as he laid down again.

"Alright," said Keung, who was now sceptical about Robert’s ability to lift more weights.

He added the weight and then watched him do one rep then sets the bar down with a clang. There was
barely even a trickle of sweat on the ensign’s brow. By now, any idea Keung had had of starting his
own usual routine was thrown out of the window. He was fascinated by ensign and a little concerned.

"No add a hundred," said Iceman pointing to the weights racks by the wall.

Roberts pushed the bar up and did a complete set of fifty before setting it down. His was breathing
hard, but he was still barely sweating. His workout clothes seemed to have grown tighter around his six
foot frame. He sat up and panted for several moments an angry scowl on his face then glanced over at
the bar and seemed to come back to himself.

He frowned at the bar full of weights. "How much was that?"

"580," replied Lee after counting up the weights. He couldn't hide the hint of amazement in his voice.
“That’s amazing.” Keung was already thinking that he would give the Klingons a run for their..er..
money. Maybe he ought to make Roberts one of the instructors “What's your personal best?"

"400." Dawning amazement and disbelief ran through the ensign’s voice.

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