ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1500) CMO/3O Commander Quinna Solice and CSec Lt. Commander T’Mur

[Al Muir]

Mission:  An End and a Beginning

Day: 2

Stardate:  2446.03.17



(Vulcan - Capitol City - Nivar Institute - CMO/3O Commander Quinna Solice and CSec  Lt. Commander T’Mur - 1500)


T’Mur and Quinna left the Nivar Institute once Dr. Tate renewed her physical recovery. However, there were still some clear psychological issues from the trauma of the assault on her. Issues that she would have to utilize the services of one of the ship’s counselors to help reconcile. For now, she and Quinna were free to wander for the next four hours, and dine, before meeting with T’Sol.


T’Mur turned to Quinna and asked, “What would you be interested in seeing first?”


“I will leave myself in your hands.  Take me someplace that I must see but would not think about seeing.”  Quinna suggested.  “I am rather hungry.  Something rather Spicy.”  Quinna added.


T’Mur pondered Quinna’s request, “I am familiar with an eating establishment close to where I am heading. If we take a… less direct path I can show some places that you would not typically see on a tour. They be of interest to you and I would have an opportunity to see some… old friends.”


“Sounds like a plan to me.”  Quinna reached into the pocket of her light blue pants and pulled out her sunglasses.  “Lead the way.”


(Vulcan - Capitol City - ShiKar Martial Arts  Institute -  CMO/3O Commander Quinna Solice and CSec-  Lt. Commander T’Mur - 1530)


Their walk took the pair through the heart of the city and past the administrative zone of ShiKar and through several neighborhoods. They had passed several groups of young Vulcan children playing in the streets.


Finally they came to a halt in front of a building that looked like a small cathedral. A sign on the outside said “The ShiKar Martial Arts Institute.”  T’Mur looked at Quinna.


”The ShiKAR Institute does not have the notoriety that the Xen’tal institute does,” T’Mur said, “but it is one of the few places where the art of Sha’mura is taught.  It also houses Master Sukahaan, who is, arguably, the most proficient practitioner of Suus’mana. However, if one never came to this institute one would never know that. All who have challenged him have been sworn to secrecy. By telling you this fact I have broken that vow.  I would hope that you would not repeat it.”


“Your secret is safe with me.”  Quinna looked, “I can dept of Vulcan passion in the architecture.  Is this design indicative of a certain designer or age in Vulcan history?”


“This is one of the oldest buildings in ShiKar,” T’Mur said. “The, I believe the comparable word is monk, built this institute when ShiKar was young and such arts were sought out more often than Pon-ifla or Kareem-infla.  The origins of the building are lost in time.”


She paused and looked at Quinna as if admitting a secret, “It is where I was sent after I was.. attacked. My parents had hoped that it would center me. Help me “handle” my emotional outbursts better. They were correct, to a point.”


“That is a past decision that cannot be changed, I am pleased that things are better now.  They are better now, are they not?”  Quinna asked, wondering if there was more to reveal.


“Physically, I am recovered,” T’Mur admitted. “However, apparently I still have to work on the trauma to me mentally,  emotionally.  Would you care to go inside?”


“I would as long as it is permitted,”  Quinna’s curiosity peaked.


T’Mur took a deep breath as if preparing herself for an ordeal. “That remains to be seen. Whatever happens, do not move far from me.”


She led Quinna up the stone stairs and reached for the door. The door opened, as if it were an automatic door, but once inside she could tell that it was opened by a monk, who must have been observing them.


The monk nodded, “Miss T’Mur, I am surprised that you have returned, although we should not be.”


Quinna stood a step back and just off T’Mur’s right shoulder.  She looked around and marveled at the unique designs within.


T’Mur nodded to the Vulcan wearing loose fitting clothing in a light purple. “Adept Sukol, I am gratified to find you still here. I assume you have fully healed from your injuries.”


The adept took a Breath to say something then he refrained. After a second he said, “And who is this with you?”


T’Mur indicated to Quinna, “This is Doctor Quinna Solice. She is… my friend.”


Sukol raised an eyebrow, “Friend?  Indeed?  It is wise that you travel in the company of a doctor T’Mur.”


“It is an honor to meet you, but I am not traveling with T’Mur as a doctor, I am traveling as a friend.”


“Hmmm,” the Vulcan considered her response, “but still, I am certain that your presence is beneficial to those T’Mur encounters.”


T’Mur’s eyes narrowed slightly, “Indeed, and to those who are attempting to elicit an emotional response from me. I am not here to relive our encounters of the past Sukol.”


“Which leads to questioning your purpose for being here T’Mur?”


T’Mur took a breath to center herself and regained her composure. “I seek an audience with Master Sukhaan.”


A surprised eyebrow raised met her request, “Is that so?  Wait here and I will deliver your message.”


Sukol nodded and turned, disappearing through a passage. T’Mur stood at attention, with her hands behind her back as she waited.


Quinna stood next to T’Mur, “Are you sure this is logical.  Did you not tell me that this was suppose to be high secrecy?  Of course I will not speak of this again but you, yourself informed me of this.”  Quinna really wanted to stay but was willing to respect the Vulcans.  Quinna needed to be assured she was not intruding.


“You need only not reveal the outcome if he chooses to challenge me,” T’Mur informed her. “The fact that master is here is well known.  What is not known is that he has never lost a challenge.  Depending on how you define lost.“


“Very well…”  Quinna turned to wait for the entrance.


Sukol soon returned and announced, ”The master will see you now.”


T’Mur nodded and offered Sukol a salute, “Live long, and prosper, Adept Sukol.”


Sukol did not return the salute but ushered them down a hallway that had been adorned with tapestries.  At the end of the hallway was a single open door. T’Mur led Quinna in.


Inside was a Vulcan male that could only be described as ancient. He looked as though every breath he took should be a challenge to his survival. Yet when they entered he easily flowed across the room to greet them.


Quinna followed the others into the inner sanctum.  She wondered what the tapestries meant.  Was it a history of the temple or was it the local chinese take out menus.  One thing for sure, she was going to try and limit the stereotypes that Vulcan have of humans.


“T’Mur my child,” the old Vulcan said, with genuine pleasure in his voice. Then he stopped a step away. “Have you come to reclaim that which you have lost.”


T’Mur tilted her head slightly then replied, “I have not. I believe that I have already gotten what I needed, for myself. Besides, I did not truly lose that match. You cheated.”


“Then child, you have truly gone past your adept status,” Sukhaan said softly.  He stepped forward and embraced T’Mur. “Are you here to lay claim to your master status?”


“Negative, master,” T’Mur replied. “I came to let you know that I have found my peace.”


The master's eyes looked through her, as though he were looking into her soul. “That is not completely true, Adept. I see you are still troubled.”


T’Mur nodded, “But it is something I must deal with on my own, master. Nobody can help.”


“You have learned much, and I am… disappointed that you will not stay.”


“I have found my place,” T’Mur said, “and friends, family and love.”


“Then you are a far greater warrior than I could have ever hoped,” Sukhaan said. “Is that why you come with this human female?”


“She is part of my family now,” T’Mur said. “I brought her so you could see what I have become, and so she might understand what I was.”


The Vulcan chuckled, “Already acting as a master.  Excellent.  It is a pleasure to meet someone that T’Mur regards so highly.”


“I am honored to meet an influential person in my friend’s life.”  Quinna bowed her head.


There was a rustling at the other side of the room and another doorway presented itself. A bright light poured in through it.


“Ahhh,” Sukhaan said as if something had just been revealed to him. “It appears the adepts would like an opportunity to… give you a parting gift.”


T’Mur looked at the doorway, then at Quinna, then back to the master. “Give the adepts my apologies but that was not my purpose for coming. Let them know that I will accept their offerings on my next visit. Right now I have matters to attend to with Quinna.”


The old Vulcan laughed, “You have truly learned much young one.”  He turned to Quinna and leaned in, “When she first came here she would never turn down a challenge, even when she knew she had no way of defeating her opponent.  She went home with many bruises.”


“I have learned that many challenges can be over come, my master, simply by not accepting them,” T’Mur said.


“Wise words indeed little T’Mur,” the old Vulcan said. “Wise words I need. Then perhaps you should leave the way you came in.”


T’Mur nodded and offered him a Bulcan salute, “Long life, Master Sukhaaan. I will see on my next visit to Vulcan.”


She led Quinna out the door and back down the hallway, stopping at one of the tapestries. “These are words of wisdoms, some might call them truisms, in ancient Vulcan script. This was always one of my favorites. It translates to… roughly, know yourself.”


“Seems appropriate.”  Quinna said.  “You have indeed come a long way since we met.”


“Shall we go get that Spivcey food now?”


“Oh yes, I am starving.”  Quinna smiled as they departed.


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