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    ((Invicta – T’Lea’s Quarters))

    :: T’Lea was sitting on her couch in silence, not really meditating, but thinking about her conversation with Ms. Moonsong when the door chimes rang.::

    :: A moment more passed as if she hadn’t heard the announcement, and then she rose to her feet.::

    T’Lea:  Enter.

    ::  Her voice was calm, and so was her response when Rune walked in.::

    Jolara: ::jaw set:: We need to talk.

    ::  It didn’t take eyes to see that Jolara was in a hostile mindset, one that T’Lea didn’t want to deal with.::

    T’Lea: Now is not a good time.

    Jolara: Then I will talk and you will listen.

    ::  With a sigh, T’Lea moved over to the replicator with unwavering patience.::

    T’Lea: Very well.  ::to the replicator::  Vulcan spice tea.  Hot.

    ::  When she turned back with the cup in her hands she took a sip and lifted an eyebrow for the woman to do as she said – talk.::

    :: Rune watched T’Lea for a second. If there was any doubt before, there was none now. She almost let out a sigh of her own. She hadn’t really come to fight but she would have to do whatever it took to make the irritating Romu-Vulc normal again.::

    Jolara: ::releasing a quiet chortle and shaking her head:: I liked you better when you were not so bland. ::waving her hand:: This…. Vulcany act does not really suit you. But I get it. It is how you choose to deal with things.

    :: The truth was, after talking with Moonsong, she was feeling depressed, and right now she didn’t give a flying frell about anything.::

    T’Lea:  ::a sip of tea:: I have had my fill of counseling for one day, if that is why you are here.

    Jolara: No. Actually that is not why I came. But it would make things easier if you were yourself again.

    :: T’Lea gave a dull little shrug.  It was stunning how people wanted her to change, how everybody wanted her to be something different, and when she finally did it, they wanted her to change again.  Of course, this metamorphosis hadn’t been for them, but the reactions were still ridiculous.::

    T’Lea:  Why would it be easier?  Or perhaps the more accurate question would be *who* would it be easier for?

    :: Rune ignored her comment and moved to plop down on the sofa. She looked around, taking note of the sparse decor. It was a reflection of what she knew T’Lea was feeling. For that she was truly sorry but she wasn’t about to show any sympathy. After all, that would only alienate the woman even more and right now that was the last thing she needed to do.::

    Jolara: Because something is happening inside ::tapping her head:: here and you are the only one I can trust.

    ::  The Romu-vulc sipped her tea and then gave a small shake of her head.::

    T’Lea:  There are better people to confide in.  Have you sought counsel?

    Jolara: ::shaking her head:: I do not need counseling… not for this.

    T’Lea:  Then elaborate because you are failing to convey your thoughts in a comprehensive manner.

    :: That sounded very much like a Vulcan insult, and it probably would have been if T’Lea had cared enough to manufacture it into one.  But honestly she had no idea what Rune was talking about.::

    Jolara: ::sighing and leaning forward with her arms on her knees:: I am talking about… ::her brow creased:: If Kieran had not left maybe she could have helped but she is not he… ::Stopped abruptly and looked up at the Romu-Vulc, though she didn’t have to look at her though to know the thought that ran through her mind. She pointed a finger at T’Lea.:: That is not what I am talking about. And I never wanted you to change or be anything different but that does not matter right now. ::She shook her head and touched the back of her neck as her thoughts instantly shifted.:: I think I am beginning to figure out what my mentor really did to me. But actually, none of that is why I am really here. I was not going to tell anyone and maybe I should even tell you but of all the people in the universe, you are the one person who has a right to know. ::waving her hand:: Yeah, I know I am still not conveying my thoughts in a comprehensive manner. ::She sucked in a breath. She was rambling and she knew it. But it was the way her thoughts were coming.:: I have secured the portable repository. No one else will ever be hurt by them.

    ::  It was almost too much information for T’Lea to process.  For a moment she stood there staring blankly at the Al-Leyan as her mind raced to sort through landslide of words she’d been caught in.  And then…  and then it started to sink in.::

    :: T’Lea set the delicate little tea cup on the table top and gave Rune a faintly curious look.::

    T’Lea:  Does the Captain know?

    Jolara: ::shaking her head:: No. No one does.

    T’Lea:  You have chosen to disclose this information to me and not him because…?

    Jolara: I do not really know… maybe because you are the only one I *know* I can really trust.

    :: Just because they enjoyed annoying each other didn’t mean they didn’t trust each other.  T’Lea took the declaration at face value.::

    T’Lea:  And what do you plan to do with the lesser repository?

     

    Jolara: Keep it hidden… destroy it?

     
    :: T’Lea closed her eyes, and tilted her face toward the ceiling to inhale a clean breath of soothing calm.::
     
    T’Lea:  ...why do you people continue to test me…?
     
    :: She said exhaling a long sigh.  First it was Ms. Moonsong battering her defenses, and now this… this temptation of revenge staring her down.::
     
    ::  The look she gave Rune hinted of her thoughts.  She wondered what Rune was capable of on her own.  She wondered about her loyalty to Starfleet Intel.  She wondered if the woman would crack under pressure.  She wondered what she *herself* would do next.::
     
    T’Lea:  You realize they will be looking for it.  You know they will come for it – they will come for *you*, and when they do what will you tell them?
     
    :: Rune knew all of that and she knew T’Lea doubted her. It was no secret the Romu-Vulc thought Rune was weak. It was something that had once bothered Rune, but now… well the woman simply did not know what Rune was really capable of. She hadn’t even known until Kya unlocked the memories Laro had tried to erase.::
     
    :: Her jaw clenched and then she shrugged.::
     
    Jolara: They can come for me but they will not get it. No good can come from it and the danger of it falling into the wrong hands is simply too great.
     
    T’Lea:  You would sacrifice your career and possibly your freedom for this?
     
    ::  She looked at Rune with unwavering eyes.  She looked for weakness.  She looked for hesitation.::
     
    Jolara: There was a reason the Council of 12 sought to destroy the Iconians and their technology. I understand that now.
     
    ::  T’Lea gave a firm nod.  Rune was different now.  Something had changed in her.  But so had T’Lea.  Vengeance, bloodlust, rage… it was still there inside of her, but she had control.  Besides, there was a bigger picture, a bigger target she wanted.  Dal Selta.  Her archenemy, and really all of SFI’s nemesis.::
     
    ::  Now she was thinking as she should have been all along.  Her purpose renewed.::
     
    T’Lea:  The Twelve Deities of Destruction may, or may not still exist.  They may be long dead, or they may be lying in wait for another resurgence of Iconian technology.  The Cardassian Bureau of Intel is SFI’s biggest competition right now.  If either side facilitates a revival of Ico-tech there could be grave repercussions throughout the galaxy.  Now you see why I’ve “mismanaged” details and discoveries.  But Nygel is different.  The information is out there.
     
    :: Rune could almost feel the change in T’Lea, which was good. She nodded thoughtfully.::
     
    Jolara: I know.
     
    T’Lea:  The Cardassians will come for it.  They will stop at nothing to acquire it.  What we uncovered on Nygel has the potential to be devastating.  Imagine infiltrating the upper echelon of Starfleet Command by simply overwriting an Admiral’s consciousness. ::pause::  I believe the Captain has underestimated the destructive nature of such technology.  And I, like you, do not know who to trust.  SFI has its own agenda, but I think…  I hope I have placed my trust well with you.
     
    :: She took a step literally and figuratively toward Rune.  They’d been through a lot together, and it seemed they had a mutual respect for confidentiality.  Maybe this was a big mistake. Maybe Rune was playing her like a fiddle.  One way or another she’d find out.::
     
    Jolara: All I have is my word that you have… whatever that is worth to you. ::She bit her lip. That hadn’t come out the way she intended.:: What do you think we should do about it?
     
    T’Lea:  My initial instinct is to destroy the repository.  Both of them.  However…
     
    Jolara: Destroying it will not stop the Cardassians or anyone else from looking for it.
     
    T’Lea:  No.  At least we can influence where they look though.  What good is a trap without the bait.  Since I cannot control the information flow on Nygel, let us use it to identify friend and foe.  If it lures out the Cardassian threat then we will have succeeded.
     
    :: All that was said in the terrifyingly, calculative calm of a manipulative Romulan.  Dal Selta would come.  She was sure of it.::
     
    :: Rune smiled but it quickly faded as she stood. She thought for a moment, rubbing the back of her neck as the pins and needles started again.::
     
    Jolara: We should start with the Captain. Somehow we have to convince him just how dangerous the technology really is and that we can not allow anyone else to get their hands on it. Perhaps even convince him to allow me to keep it secured.
     
    T’Lea:  That would be the best scenario.
     
    :: She paused and considered what Rune had said previously.::
     
    T’Lea:  You have your doubts about Captain Washington?
     
    Jolara: ::shrugging::  If we can not trust him, we should not even be here. There is a gathering this evening. We can speak to him when it’s over.
     
    T’Lea:  If we cannot trust him, we should be *exactly* here.  After the gathering then.
     
    -end-
     
    Lieutenant Commander T’Lea
    History & Archaeology Specialist
    USS Invicta
    Author ID I238301T10
     
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    Lt. Cmdr. Rune Jolara
    Intelligence Officer - USS Invicta
    Writer ID: A238909RJ0
  2. ::Taking a small sip of his cranberry juice and waving his goodbye to Dickens, the Ensign made a beeline toward the door. Approaching the door, he felt the contact before he saw the face. The moment seemed to slow, he felt the bump in his right hand, saw the splash of cranberry juice as it rose from the cup, his eyes grew wide as a large drop splashed over the rim. Then he saw the eyes of the other person, noticed the face and - the ears.::

     

    King: oO Nnnnnnoooooooo Oo. ::A slight splash of cranberry juice landed on the teal uniform of the officer.::

     

    T’Lea: Response.

     

     

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    :: And that was about all there really was to say. Not without repeating themselves, anyway. After a long, silent moment, Della reached out to lay her fingertips on T'Lea's cheek, then turned and headed into the shuttle.::

    :: It was time to go.::

    :: Unable to watch the shuttle leave, unable to take any more emotional punishment, T’Lea departed the deck hoping to get back to her quarters in time to deaden her feelings with a bottle of Romulan Ale before she felt the cold distance of space begin to separate the last connection she had to Della – their telepathic bond.::

     

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    Also, Top Sim nominated!

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  4. ((Shuttlebay, USS Invicta))

    :: Much as she might have been tempted, Della didn't give the woman who'd helped T'Sara and herself load their gear into the shuttle a thoughtful frown. Instead, she was busy sending a silent reminder to her daughter not to stare at the same dark-haired female as she strode off, a bag slung over one shoulder, toward the turbolift.::

    :: Not that she blamed T'Sara in the slightest. It was probably the first time that the little girl - and, for that matter, herself - had encountered someone that had no aura at all... that wasn't a hologram, at any rate.::

    :: As the woman, who'd apparently come in on the same shuttle as the pair of them were due to be leaving on, disappeared from view, a far more important reason to ignore extraneous details turned up, and Della was glad to see her. Not that she'd doubted that such an appearance would happen, of course. One last opportunity to try and blame her for everything would hardly be missed, after all.::

    :: Still, there was at least some hope that this would go better than she suspected it might.::

    :: Saying goodbye to loved ones was never easy. Saying goodbye to loved ones and feeling responsible for their leaving was even worse. It was for that reason why T’Lea almost didn’t show up see them off, but here she was watching a stranger load her family’s belongings onto the shuttle like she was a stranger herself.::

    :: Emerging from around the corner as the woman that had been helping Vetri with the luggage passed by, T’Lea steeled herself and focused on control, for T’Sara’s sake. That’s why she was here after all. For T’Sara, and to make one last ditch effort to convince Della to stay.::

    T'Lea: I was held up.

    :: She said that while looking through Della and at T’Sara. The girl showed no signs of stress about leaving, but to her this was probably just a vacation to visit her grandparents.::

    Vetri: We'd have waited.

    :: A simple statement, but very true regardless. They'd found time for a goodbye before Della had gone to see Kells, and T'Sara had surprised her by how well she'd taken both the news of what was happening and the reality of it. Better, she suspected, than either of her mothers had.::

    :: And just to really rub that point in...::

    T'Sara: I lefts Andy and Fruggles to keep you compn'y. ::looking down at the small black and white cat in her arms, who was eyeing the surroundings suspiciously:: Inky din' wanna stay.

    :: Just when she thought her heart couldn’t break anymore, her daughter finished the job.::

    :: T’Lea smiled through the ache in her chest and knelt down to T’Sara’s level.::

    T'Lea: That’s because he’s your cat. He should stay with you. Always.

    :: She realized how that must have sounded to Della after she’d said it. It could have been construed as an indirect jab at the woman, even though that’s not how it was intended. But it did fit the sentiment she was feeling.::

    T’Lea: Is there any more luggage inbound that you need help with?

    :: A minor slip up that may have indicated she’d been watching from afar.::

    T'Sara: Nah, we gots everyfing. The not real lady helped get it all put away.

    T'Lea: Not real?

    :: The little frown was given to T’Sara, but it was the woman behind her that answered. With a helpless little shrug, Della was willing to admit ignorance on at least that much.::

    Vetri: New arrival is all I know, but she's as real as anyone else around here. Anyway... I'm glad you came.

    T'Lea: Yeah.

    :: It was a short acknowledgment, but T’Lea kept her sights on T’Sara while she fidgeted with the girl’s backpack.::

    T’Lea: I know what you’re thinking…. Just make sure Inky doesn’t walk on the helm controls, okay? It might be funny to annoy the pilot with him, but the cat hasn’t passed his flight exam yet.

    :: The giggle and smile from T’Sara brightened T’Lea’s mood for a split second, until she remembered that she wouldn’t be seeing or hearing that smile or laugh for a while. Apparently T’Sara saw the change in her mother’s colors without even trying.::

    T’Sara: I dunno what d’big deal is. I not going forevers.

    :: Reality check. T’Lea rocked back slightly and set her hands gently on her daughter’s shoulders.::

    T’Lea: No you’re not, but I still get to miss you.

    :: The not so tough Romu-vulc tucked the little girl into a tight hug; one that she hoped wouldn’t break the restraints she had on her emotions right then.::

    T’Lea: Have fun. Stay safe, and look after your mother for me, okay?

    T’Sara: Kay, but you’re squishing Inky.

    :: Releasing her grip, T’Lea blinked at the unhappy cat.::

    T’Lea: Sorry, Inky. ::to T’Sara:: Be good. I love you.

    :: T’Sara threw her arms around T’Lea’s neck and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before scooting off excitedly into the shuttle.::

    :: For a moment T’Lea just stood there, arms crossed as if trying to keep what she was experiencing behind the bars of her rib cage. Something that was all too clear to the Trill standing a meter or so away, though there was no denying that no matter how hard she'd tried, it seemed to be a whole lot more distance than that.::

    Vetri: We'll call as soon as we arrive, let you know that we got there okay.

    :: A half-glance back, and then T’Lea followed through and turned around to finally look at the woman. She swallowed hard, took a shallow breath and met her eyes.::

    T’Lea: Don’t do this. If it’s revenge you want, you have it. ::a step closer:: I’m sorry, okay? I am eternally, painfully sorry. I know I can’t undo what happened, but give me a chance to fix it. I’ll make it right, I swear to you I will.

    :: Begging. This was not the T’Lea everyone knew. This was the act of a desperate woman willing to do anything to make the woman she loved remain with her. Begging was not beneath T’Lea at this point, and the mere thought of that was enough to twist in Della's gut.::

    :: It didn't *need* to be this hard. Did it?::

    Vetri: You don't need to fix it, T'Lea. I told you, *that's* not the problem.

    T’Lea: Then what is it? You said something was going wrong inside of you, well, let me help you damn it. Tell me what it is and we’ll work through it together. You’ve been there for me in the past; let me be here for you now. Just stay.

    :: As if she wanted anything *but* to stay. Leaving was going to tear her damned heart out, and she knew it... but she also knew that what she - they - needed couldn't be found here. But explaining that again was going to get them nothing but more trouble.::

    Vetri: You will be with me, lilyali. ::touching her heart:: Right here. And that's what I need. All the rest, all the incredibly distracting things about you that are part and parcel of what I love, will make it harder for me to get right and get back here to you. Not easier. The best help you can be to me, T'Lea, is right here.

    :: Stepping closer, she wrapped her arms around her wife, hugging her tight and, from the sense she got of the other woman, taking her somewhat completely by surprise. Whatever the Romu-vulc may have expected her to do, this was clearly not it. The kiss that followed it probably didn't help her keep her balance, either, but Della really, *really* needed it.::

    ::  T’Lea’s mind raced for answers in the conflicting chaos that suddenly, and physically enveloped her.   She tried grasping onto anything that would make sense, but in the end all she found was the fabric of Della’s shirt clutched tightly in her fists, and then a surprising embrace of lips against hers.::

    ::  It was so unexpected that she didn’t have time respond to the affection.  In fact, she wasn’t even sure the kiss had actually happened.::  

    T'Lea:  I don’t understand. 

    :: Each syllable was profoundly spoken to impart exactly that.::

    Vetri: Call whenever you want, lilylai. And expect me to do the same. And if it's any help at all, remember that I'm going to be with my parents. There's no way in any hell you care to name that I'll be able to put up with that for too long without going crazy, which will be a pretty good incentive for us to get right back here as soon as possible.

    ::  The expression on T’Lea’s Vulcan brow pinched, and she shook her head.  The hard realization that there was nothing she could do was starting to sink in.::

    Vetri: ::sighing:: And I don't want to leave, but...

    :: With clear, and extreme, reluctance, Della stepped back. Whether she liked it or not, it was time.::

    ::  T’Lea felt the break in contact and the fabric of Della’s shirt slip away from her hands, but that wasn’t the only thing that felt like it was slipping away.::

    T'Lea:  … but you are.

    :: It probably would have been better for both of them if she had left the obvious unspoken, but it either way it hurt.  She shrugged, and backed off with another confused wag of her head.::  

    Vetri: ::smiling just a little:: Don't blow up the ship whilst I'm gone, 'kay? Or steal it, for that matter.

    T'Lea:  No promises.

    :: Her tone was hollow, no humor, no feeling.  Kind of like how she felt inside.  The words themselves reflected that she didn’t expect a return soon, or maybe even at all.::

    :: And that was about all there really was to say. Not without repeating themselves, anyway. After a long, silent moment, Della reached out to lay her fingertips on T'Lea's cheek, then turned and headed into the shuttle.::

    :: It was time to go.::

    :: Unable to watch the shuttle leave, unable to take any more emotional punishment, T’Lea departed the deck hoping to get back to her quarters in time to deaden her feelings with a bottle of Romulan Ale before she felt the cold distance of space begin to separate the last connection she had to Della – their telepathic bond.::

    FIN

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    Ambassador Della Vetri
    Diplomatic Officer
    USS Invicta
    Author ID O238506DV0

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    Lieutenant Commander T’Lea 
    History & Archaeology Specialist
    USS Invicta
    Author ID I238301T10

  5. It's funny cause as someone who is pretty lukewarm about the nuTrek movies in general, I'm really looking forward to this one. I also seem to have had the opposite reaction to these movies from most other fans in that I actually thought 2009 was the weakest besides the opening Kelvin bit, with the rest of the movie running more on nostalgia and caricatures of the TOS crew ("Oh of course Kirk needs to sleep with green alien women!"), and Into Darkness actually trying to say something (if only barely) about drone warfare/execution without trial that unfortunately got lost with the unnecessary inclusion of Khan. This movie (spoiler alert) supposedly will not be set around Earth (that's actually a "Starbase Yorktown" they are visiting) and might even touch upon issues of exploration vs colonialism/imperialism, but I also like what I'm seeing in terms of separating the bridge crew into smaller pairs like the classic Bones and Spock and other pairings like Uhura and Sulu and Kirk and Chekov. That offers a chance at some real character moments.

    And I love the imagery of the ship traveling at warp...

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    Luca: *excited* ah, now we are getting somewhere. Computer! Load program Pompeii!

    ::The computer did not react for a few seconds. From outside nothing could be seen, but in the room shapes and light formed into a simulation of a city that was buried under ashes millenia ago. Then it signaled being ready.::

    Luca: Very well, lets see about that.

    ::Before he could move towards the door properly he heard a voice from his side.::

    Porchevska: Hi there!

    Luca: *surprised* H...hello?

    Webber: Hi!

     

    I liked Luca's description of the contrast of nothing going on in the corridor versus the magic of creation going on with rebuilding Pompeii in the holodeck. And then of course his surprise at being ambushed by those two troublemakers... ahem.

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  7. 4 hours ago, Deliera said:

    WELL THEN.

    I don't think Tristam is gonna be able to kiss his way out of that one. :P

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    Rahman: He *punched* you? In the face?

    Kells: Apparently he didn't care for my charm.

    "The name's Kells. Aron Kells. B)"

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  8. “Memory
    Turn your face to the moonlight
    Let your memory lead you
    Open up, enter in”

    – Memory, Cats.

     

    ((USS Invicta, Classroom, Deck P/S7))
     
    ::Nothing. Emptiness. The kind of emptiness that might have been the prelude to creation, or conception; the first instance of being.::
     
    ::It was dark. It shouldn’t be dark, but he didn’t know how he knew that, or why. He. Yes, he. But again, the uncertainty as to the origin of that certainty. He felt before him with… hands. Two of them. His. Legs and feet. Also his. And a surface. Carpet. He could not have said how he knew any of these things.::
     
    ::Around him there were voices, wordless high-pitched cries of confusion. And another voice, deeper, older, responding. Adult.::
     
    Gupta: Where are we?
     
    ::He didn’t know. From the sound of things no one new. The older voice asked more questions, got no sensible answers. He didn’t know who she was, who any of the voices were, but he knew that was not right. A growing sense of unease filled him, a sense akin to déjà vu, a memory just out of reach, slipping away as he grasped it.::
     
    Saavok: oO Who are they? Oo ::He felt certain that he should know.:: oO Who am I? Oo
     
    ::The feeling of unease grew stronger. He should know that.:: oO Who am I? Am I?...Oo ::In a moment of existential uncertainty, he clung to what he knew. He existed.:: oO I am. Oo ::He held fast to that thought, repeating it over to himself. Whatever else might be uncertain, he existed.:: oO I am. I am. Oo
     
    ::Like a train finding tracks beneath the snow, his mind found grooves of thought worn deep by repetition, catching on them despite the smothering blanket of forgetfulness that bid him be still, relax, forget.::
     
    Saavok: oO No! I am. I am. I am. Oo ::And despite the resistance of his mind as it fought the forgetfulness every step of the way, the train of thought began to move along the familiar tracks.:: oO I AM. … I am… Saavok! Oo
     
    ::It was his name, he knew that, and with it came the memory of a face seen in the mirror. With it came knowledge, numbers. He was four Vulcan cycles old. Vulcan. That was his species. Defined by their mental discipline; a discipline he’d been taught almost since birth. He could feel the forgetfulness snatching at his thoughts, but he refused to be distracted. His mother had taught him as a baby, and she was amongst the most disciplined; a Temple Priestess. She had given him the strict control of thoughts, whilst his father had shown him curiosity and how to think outside the strictures when necessary. His father was here somewhere.::
     
    ::Around him the class came under Mrs Gupta’s control. Mrs Gupta; that’s who the adult voice was.::
     
    Gupta: Come now, children, let’s be calm and think.  Now, does each of you have someone beside you?
     
    Children: Yes.
     
    Gupta: That’s good.  Now, everyone should have a buddy.  Can everyone reach out and take a hand?  We’re all friends here, so let’s hold on to each other and keep each other safe.
     
    ::Saavok felt a little hand worm it’s way into his. With it came the touch of another mind, coloured with confusion and forgetfulness but still faintly recognisable. He’d touched this mind before.::
     
    Saavok: ~T’Sara.~
     
    :: She blinked in surprise as the word slipped into her mind, and there was a nagging feeling that it should mean something to her - something *important*.::
     
    T’Sara: ~ Huh? ~
     
    Saavok: ~That’s your name. I know you.~
     
    ::He showed her a mental image of a little girl with pointed ears, upswept brows and a delicate smattering of spots down the sides of her face, like freckles.::
     
    T’Sara: ~ Okaaay... ~
     
    Saavok: ~You’re… Captain Vetri and Commander T’Lea’s daughter.~
     
    ::The the names came slowly from his sluggish memory, but he concentrated and there they were, and with them came faces that he showed to T’Sara.::
     
    T’Sara: ~ Why did I not remembers dem? Or anyfing else? ~
     
    Saavok: ~I don’t know why we’re forgetting, but you can stop it happening. You have to concentrate, like this.~ ::He showed her the outline of a basic meditation.:: ~Start with remembering your name, and things about you. Don’t forget.~
     
    ::Could she remember? Could he stop himself forgetting?::
     
    T’Sara: ~ Saavok. Das you. ~
     
    ::Around them the class settled for Mrs Gupta’s story; a light of hope in a very dark place.::
     
    TAG
     
    Saavok
    Vulcan Child
    USS Invicta

    (As simmed by Doctor Saveron)
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    :: She shook her head and pulled her phaser out, pointing it at the vulcan commander. ::

    Walker: Not good enough.  And if I even feel a tingle in my brain I'll stun you into next week.  No.   You are going to provide a clear answer, here and now, for why we should trust you.. and how you think we can stop whatever may or may not be going on above us.  You are then going to get out of our heads so we can make a rational decision.  Got it?

    Remind me never to get into an argument with Luna...

     

    Washington: Commander Walker, we need warp drive in 5 minutes or we're all dead!

    Walker: Well, then we're all dead cause it's gonna take at least two hours.

    Washington: Walker, we don't have two hours!

    Walker: ::pulls out phaser:: Hey, if I say it's gonna take two hours, it's gonna take two hours. Got it?

     

     

    Rahman: :: exchanges a knowing look with Luna and silently nods::

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    Dickens: We had an accident, the device I was wearing was a weapon, an energy weapon. :: he leaned and listened to the man's chest, seeing that he's still breathing, despite the light burn on his uniform. :: He's alive. Hey man, wake up! Are you ok?

    :: He patted the man on the cheek trying to get a response, but the man was unconscious. ::

    Oh man, I know I shouldn't laugh, but...

    Just know, Sergio, that earns you a cruel Rahman smile.

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