ILLUMINARRPG: Illuminarrpg: (3-1445) Ensign T'Mur

[Al Muir]

Mission:  A Cure Delayed
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445.10.27

(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.

(reply Tate, any)
(posted by Al Muir)




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