ILLUMINARRPG: Illuminarrpg: (3-1420) Ensign T'Mur

[Al Muir]

Mission:  A Cure Delayed
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445.10.27

(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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(posted by Al Muir)
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