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|- She left the room and Meidra hurriedly showed Ikaia the proof that T’Mihn had been mentally ill for at least a decade, signed by the matriarch’s personal physician. There was also a file sent to Meidra’s PADD showing that the healer had disappeared soon after the prognosis, with T’Vel’s assertion that he’d been silenced.  
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| She left the room and Meidra hurriedly showed Ikaia the proof that T’Mihn had been mentally ill for at least a decade, signed by the matriarch’s personal physician. There was also a file sent to Meidra’s PADD showing that the healer had disappeared soon after the prognosis, with T’Vel’s assertion that he’d been silenced.  


Sirin: We need to find that scroll. A copy on my PADD will not hold up in a court of Vulcan law. T’Mihn is a danger to herself and others. We need to get her to tell us where that proof is….and I think Commander Teller is going to help us do it.
Sirin: We need to find that scroll. A copy on my PADD will not hold up in a court of Vulcan law. T’Mihn is a danger to herself and others. We need to get her to tell us where that proof is….and I think Commander Teller is going to help us do it.
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| ((On the Road to T’Mihn’s place -  The Present))
 
Ikaia’s stomachs gurgled at him again. He groaned as he curled up a little more in the passenger’s seat of the car. It felt to him like he had a nasty stomach ache or flu. He really wasn’t feeling all that great. He was looking quite pale and ill. Added into this mix, was a new symptom - a fever. He was feeling far too warm. In the back of his mind, he was really starting to think about Sirin’s mention of poison. Although, he had to rule everything else out first. Time to be both his own medical officer and patient. He pulled a tricorder from his bag.
 
Sirin: Too much excitement?
 
Wong: Ugh… no. It’s not that. I just really don’t feel very good. Usually, I’d have recovered from most of the hangover by now. But I just feel awful. Like it's actually getting worse instead of better.
 
Sirin: You’ve been poisoned.
 
Ikaia started to scan himself. There had to be a reason why he was still feeling sick. Meidra making constant reminders of him being poisoned seemed to have a LOT of validity right now.
 
Wong: Poison is a top candidate based on what you’ve said. But I want to rule out things like appendicitis or other pathogens. I suspect that if I was actually poisoned, I'd still find something in my livers.
 
Sirin: And what do your livers tell you?
 
He finally collected his data and looked over the scans.
 
Wong: Huh. That’s interesting….
 
Sirin: You figured out I was correct?
 
Wong: Well, I can rule out pathogens and I can certainly rule out appendicitis. But…. well… I am seeing something in my livers that SHOULDN’T be there. Compounds that…. Ugh…. ::wrapping one of his arms around his stomach:: ….compounds that don’t belong in a Klingon liver. I think there’s a very good chance that T’Mihn poisoned me. You’re entirely right.
 
Sirin: Imagine that.
 
Wong: I don’t even remember anything about the visit with T’Mihn last night. But if she did poison me, it’s likely she has the antidote for this if I had to take a guess. Otherwise, I’m either going to find myself in a hospital or someone’s sickbay OR I’m going to have a very miserable 48 hours ahead of me while my body tries to flush it out. It’s not going to be pretty.
 
Sirin: More vomiting. Lovely.
 
Wong: I’ll uh… let you know if we need to pull over so I can eject my warp core so to speak. This isn’t exactly fun for me either.
 
Sirin: Try not to eject anything on the vehicle’s interior.
 
Ikaia was going to say something more when he heard his PADD go off. He pulled it out of his bag and propped it up on the dashboard before answering it. A certain familiar Vulcan appeared on screen - Alieth.
 
The Vulcan's eyebrows on the screen furrowed slightly, and she took three and a half seconds longer than necessary to begin speaking. Not a good sign, to say the least.
 
Alieth: You are in my racer. In my yellow racer.
 
Sirin: A most excellent vehicle. We thank you for its use.
 
Extremely brief sentences that, even so, foreshadowed a tempest.
 
Wong: Hi, Alieth.
 
Sirin: Greetings.
 
The petite Vulcan stared at them for a few seconds in silence, though her gaze shifted more than once to the vehicle they occupied before refocusing on it. The slanted eyebrows lowered further down her forehead, obscuring her eyes.
 
Alieth: Has your physical condition improved since my last contact? Have you overcome the counter-effects of ebriety?
 
Wong: Ugh no. Apparently, I’ve been poisoned. Something about T’Mihn doing that? But I literally have no memory of it. Your cousin seems to though.
 
The Vulcan's eyebrows lowered even further, as her eyes narrowed into a thin line that transpired a minuscule mixture of concern and suspicion.
 
Alieth: The allegation that a Matriarch made an attempt against your lives is extremely serious... and even more so having in mind that she failed, and you have survived. How...?
 
Before the question was finished, the vehicle's driver was already answering, knowing more than well what was on her krei's mind.
 
Sirin: I knocked the cup from his hand, but he had already ingested a small amount.
 
Wong: Enough to make my life hell right now. I’m not feeling so hot. Or actually I am with this fever - 101.6.
 
Sirin: If you were human, you would be dead. Let’s be thankful Commander Teller never came for tea.
 
The Vulcan woman who stared at them from across the galaxy made a pause longer than usual.
 
Alieth: Keeping Geoffrey John alive was problematic enough without adding further threats to his life.
 
As if the redheaded human wasn't already a danger to his own life on his own. Anything added to that pale-legged catastrophe was just a call for calamity. The full-blooded Vulcan blew out through her mouth. Something that, perhaps, could have passed for a sigh.
 
Eventually, she turned to face the Klingon. A Klingon who was considerably paler than usual ...and perhaps a little greenish.
 
Alieth: Anyway, how are you feeling, Wong? Do you need medical assistance?
 
Wong: I’ll make it. It’s just going to be rough. But I’m pretty sure I can hold out.
 
Sirin: Or hold it in.
 
Alieth: :: Narrowing her eyes:: Are you going to vomit?
 
Wong: I just… need to get the antidote for this. As soon as I have that, I’ll be on the mend and by tomorrow, I’ll be back to my old self. And no… I’m not gonna puke. Or at least I don’t think so.
 
Sirin: Can you be an improvement to your old self?
 
Alieth: His old self is already appropriate, it requires no improvement. In any case, did you learn what happened with Haadok?
 
Meidra hid a grin. Her little krei was…fond…of the Klingon. She filed it away for future reference.
 
Wong: As for Haadok, it turns out that cretin was trying to sabotage my Starfleet career because Vanik didn’t graduate, which he completely blames on me for distracting him. I never attacked him. But he attacked me when I was at my most vulnerable and lied about it.
 
Sirin: And threw you into a well.
 
The Vulcan blinked once. With both pairs of eyelids. Very slowly.
 
Alieth: ….what?.
 
Wong: Which reminds me…. I’m not really a priest, am I? Nor does my tattoo say what you claimed it to say. You were yanking my chain the whole time, weren’t you, Meidra?
 
Sirin: Perhaps. It’s a bit fuzzy.
 
On the padd, silence lingered, with many associated eye blinks.
 
Wong: If I had to take an educated guess, the change to robes was to keep me from freezing after being thrown into the well. Not because Vulcans would allow ANYONE off the street into their priesthood. So what does my tattoo REALLY say?
 
Meidra stared at him, her gaze placid. Finally she nodded.
 
Sirin: It means lucky. And you have proven that multiple times on this adventure.
 
Finally the Gorkon officer seemed to regain her ability to speak.
 
Alieth: Which tattoo?.
 
Well. That was far better than “Property of Alieth.” Although, now that he brought up that he now HAS a Vulcan tattoo in front of Alieth, he was hoping he wasn’t going to have to explain it.
 
Wong: Oh uh… it’s just a tattoo I got last night.
 
Alieth: ....While you were inebriated and poisoned…
 
Meidra grinned, glancing downwards at a certain part of the young Klingon.
 
Sirin: In a most interesting place.
 
Wong: Meidra, don’t tell her where it is.
 
Alieth: ::narrowing her eyes:: ….where?
 
Sirin: If she’s lucky, she’ll find it on her own.
 
Wong: Meidra, please----
 
Ikaia stopped when a particularly BAD stomach cramp hit him. He wrapped his arms tightly around his stomach with a groan. He waited for that feeling to pass before speaking.
 
Wong: ….We need to find that antidote.
 
Alieth: Scan a sample of your blood, I will see what I can arrange with the nearest Starfleet facility. In any case, where are you headed now?
 
Wong: I’ll send you what I’ve scanned. :: the tiny vulcan in the PADD nodded :: to these words:: We’re on our way back to T’Mihn’s. I’ll avoid the refreshments this time around.
 
Sirin: Representatives from the Council should be meeting us there. I do not want to try apprehending her on our own.
 
The Vulcan's slanted eyebrows lowered smoothly, darkening her eyes and rendering her features even more earnest than usual.
 
Alieth: Is it that serious, krei?
 
Before Meidra could answer that question, Ikaia picked up his tricorder and got ready to send the data.
 
Wong: There. The data should be on its way to you. You can probably see why I’m feeling so rotten at the moment. I realize that going back to T’Mihn’s at this point is crazy. But right now, I feel like we need to do something crazy.
 
He put his tricorder back in his bag, Meanwhile, on the other side of the galaxy, a ring chimed on a PADD to the left of Alieth. She picked it up and studied the screen for a moment during which one corner of her lips twitched faintly.
 
Sirin: Perhaps we can get her to give us the antidote.
 
Alieth: I would not count on it, but you have little to lose by trying. In the meantime I have contacted the nearest fleet officers, they will supply you with the antidote at the 14th health clinic on Chi-ree. ::Turning to Meidra:: You know which one it is, Meimei.
 
After all, she had had to take Alieth there on more than one occasion, after a race ended prematurely in a massive collision.
 
Wong: I’d hate to see what the full dose of this stuff is like. I think I got off lucky.
 
Sirin: Tattoos don’t lie.
 
The Gorkon' Chief Science Officer raised an eyebrow but said no words, without letting on whether or not she was curious about the assertion.
 
Alieth: Certainly a full dose would have been, at ninety-nine point seven three nine percent, lethal. Even if luck is not a real thing, the fact that you have not taken a full dose certainly has worked in your favour.
 
Wong: Maybe that tattoo is lucky in more ways than one. Anyways, I’d like to have a few words with her about poisoning a Starfleet officer. Hopefully, we can come up with something persuasive enough for her to give up the antidote.
 
Alieth: It is certainly not the first time Pid-kom has threatened one, or more, Starfleet officer's lives, I doubt she would be impressed by such kind of speech.
 
Wong: Has she poisoned others in the past? Or is this a recent behaviour for her?
 
He was trying to determine how premeditated this was.
 
Sirin: There have been stories that she has aided my grandfather in the past. Rumors. There is no way of really knowing everything she has done over the decades.
 
Alieth: Probably better not to know.
 
There was a brief silence at the meeting. The landscape transformed from open desert, with its wide gravel fields and shifting dunes, to a more rocky area, shady cliffs and dry wadis that bordered Chi-ree. The sun, already high in the sky, hung ready to scorch any living creature that happened to be under its rays, such as the two poor, unsuspecting, hungover people in the yellow racer.
 
Wong: How much further until our destination?
 
Or more accurately, how much longer would he hold out on this road trip without stopping? That was what Ikaia was trying to calculate.
 
Sirin: At least 30 minutes.
 
Alieth: All you have to do is drive through an area of hairpin bends until you reach the top of the mountain range, from there it is just downhill in an area of slightly more pronounced curves.
 
Sirin: ::wryly::I’m certain having a driver that does not try to go beyond light speed while driving will make the journey agreeable.
 
The statement was greeted with a stare that could extinguish several suns and send entire solar systems to damnation, one that she had learned from a certain red-haired human with whom her krei shared crew. One to which, of course, Meidra was by this point immune.
 
Then there was a silence of uncertain comfortability (possibly default in the case of the Vulcan-blooded and to be determined in the case of the near-vomiting blonde) that the Klingon eventually broke.
 
Wong: If nobody minds, I think I might just nap the rest of the trip. I think it’s the poison talking, but I’m feeling beat. And Alieth… I’m sorry for stressing you out.
 
Alieth: :: in all seriousness:: Do not ever do anything like this again.
 
Yet there was a soft gleam in her eyes as the screen went dead, shutting off the communication. Concern, to be sure, and perhaps a tiny hint of fondness.
 
Wong: Bye, Alieth. I’ll be more careful next time.
 
He clutched at his stomach again as he leaned forward. He was in the middle of another really bad cramp. As so, he waited for this one to pass too.
 
Wong: Thirty minutes…. That’s what I have to hold out for….
 
Sirin: Get some rest and try not to choke on your own vomit.
 
Ikaia curled back up in the seat after that bad stomach cramp. He closed his eyes.
 
Wong: Don’t worry…. I’ll be up and ready for T’Mihn when we get…. ::Yawning:: there…..
 
He quietly nodded off. The poor Klingon was out like a light.
 
Meanwhile, at the padd neglected on the seat, Alieth glanced at Meidra.
 
Alieth: Be cautious, I do not believe he is ready for what justice means on our planet.
 
Sirin: I shall protect him, krei.
 
Alieth nodded mutely, and the screen faded to black once more.
 
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| ((Just outside the S'th'gee Clan Household, Grand Oasis, outskirts of Chi-ree, Xial, Vulcan))
 
Ikaia felt the car stop once more. He slowly came back around. He was bleary-eyed and tried to focus on his surroundings. Of course, his surroundings were a little darker thanks to the sunglasses he was still wearing. He pushed his hands under his sunglasses to rub the sleep out of his eyes again.
 
Wong: We’re here, aren’t we?
 
Sirin: We are.
 
Wong: They’re waiting for us?
 
Sirin: They are.
 
Wong: I have a few choice words I’d like to be able to say to T’Mihn here. Understandably, being poisoned by her is not my idea of being a good host. I can get up. I’ll make it.
 
Sirin: I’ll be here in case you need assistance.
 
Wong: Thank you, Meidra.
 
Ikaia opened the car door and pushed himself out of his seat. At least he was still able to stand and walk even if he really didn't feel like it. Ikaia forced himself to move as he made his way to the door of the house. Already, he could see some VERY serious looking Vulcans around here. He assumed that they were from the Council. Ikaia waved at them.
 
Wong: Greetings. My name is Lieutenant JG Ikaia Wong and I'm with Lieutenant Meidra Sirin. We're both here about Mrs. T'Mihn.
 
Council Representative Sorth: You are the ones who contacted the Council?
 
Sirin: That would have been my krei, Al’rig-pseth ::turns to a confused Wong:: Alieth.
 
Wong: I'm currently one of the people impacted by Mrs. T'Mihn's actions. ::He was starting to feel a little sick again. He groans at the feeling::  ….Still impacted.
 
Sorth: ::looks at his notes:: I see. You can understand that this is a highly personal situation that offworlders are not usually permitted to witness.
 
Sirin: I think he’s earned the right to be a part of this. She did poison him. And attempted to poison me.
 
She handed over the confession and the proof that T’Mihn was not coherent enough to lead the clan. Sorth looked over the documents, a thinning of lips the only outward sign that he understood the implications.
 
Wong: Any chance we'd be able to speak with her? She has something that I need.
 
Sorth:  Given the circumstances, it is...logical… that you do so.
 
When the two officers entered T’Mihn’s study, the old woman was frantically searching for something. Meidra resisted the urge to smirk. The next time she met Commander Teller, she would have quite the story to tell.
 
T’Mihn: He is here. He is hiding, ready to pull off my head. We must find him.
 
Sorth: Do either of you have any knowledge of this?
 
Sirin: Perhaps she poisoned someone else who did not enjoy it.
 
Ikaia looked confused. He knew nothing about T'Mihn's strange ramblings because he couldn't remember much of last night.
 
Wong: I really can't explain this one.
 
Sorth: T’sai T’Mihn….
 
The matriarch glared at Sorth, but did not stop searching. Meidra shook her head, wondering how shore leaves had become synonymous with chaos. She’d have to schedule a session with Genkos. As soon as he scheduled his with her.
 
Sirin: No one’s ever been able to explain this female.
 
T'Mihn: ::to herself:: Show yourself, demon!
 
Ikaia made a noise to try to get T'Mihn's attention.
 
Wong: Ahem! Mrs. T'Mihn? May I be able to speak to you?
 
Sorth stepped closer, his imposing figure clearly meant to get T’Mihn’s attention.
 
Sorth: T’sai, given the circumstances, I feel justified in taking you into custody.
 
T'Mihn: ::noticing Ikaia:: You! You brought the demon head into my home.
 
Ikaia looked surprised as T’Mihn pointed at him.
 
Wong: Me? I really don’t know what you’re going on about.
 
T’Mihn: I should have killed you both when I had the chance. ::To Meidra:: What did I do to deserve your wrath?
 
Sirin: You bit me.
 
Wong: And you’ve come close to doing that with me. You poisoned me. Poisoning a Starfleet officer is a serious crime. Not to mention, I’m not exactly thrilled about it.
 
T’Mihn: You are a Klingon spy! You should be put down like an animal. Meidra was always a poor excuse for a Vulcan, but I never thought she would be so bold as to bring a Klingon into my home. You both deserve death.
 
Sirin: You have finally lost your mind. I only regret that Alieth is not here to witness it. It might bring her a measure of peace to see that the person who tormented her with such superiority is such a poor excuse of a Vulcan.
 
The woman turned to Meidra, her eyes wild and a sneer on her face that seemed utterly out of place on the old woman's previously stern yet collected features. For a long time silence thickened, like sand did in the valleys of the desert, until someone dared to break it.
 
Sorth: ::softly::I believe that I have heard enough. ::severely:: T’Minh, you are under arrest and will be judged according to the ancient laws. This is your chance to make amends and earn a lesser conviction.
 
As if that sentence had brought him back to life, Ikaia finally removed his sunglasses and tucked them into his sash. The light of the room hurt his eyes. He gave himself a moment to adjust. He looked far worse with the glasses off. He looked tired and worn. His skin was pale. In short, he did NOT look healthy.
 
Wong: I survived because of Meidra’s help and of course, being a Klingon. It’s really tough to kill a Klingon with poison. That said, I have reason to believe that you have the antidote for this. After all, what poisoner wouldn’t keep something on hand just in case something had befallen the wrong person? Or themselves?
 
The old woman's eyes narrowed and a gleam of something bitter and resentful flashed in the pale orbs.
 
T’Mihn: I will not aid you in your search for healing.
 
The snap did not go unanswered, and the young redhead was next to speak, her calm, controlled tone more frightening than the anger she faced.
 
Sirin: Sern would be ashamed of you. :: More softly::And he forgave most of your madness.
 
Even from a distance, one could hear T'Mihn's teeth grinding against each other as her jaws clenched.
 
Sorth: ::leaning towards the Starfleeters::  Lieutenant, you are well within your rights to be there when they sentence her.
 
However, the Klingon's attention was not on the Council's Arm, but on the woman in front of them.
 
Wong: I just want to ask why? I don’t even know you. I never had any ill will towards you.
 
T’Mihn: I told you. Klingons are the enemy to Vulcan. You must die, you will die. It is only a matter of time.
 
Meidra stared at her, wondering how the matriarch had hidden this illness for so long. Then she remembered the scroll signed by a healer long declared missing.
 
Sirin: She is too far gone to assist us. We will need to find that antidote soon.
 
The Klingon's face softened slightly.
 
Wong: I see...
 
It may have been tough to kill a Klingon with poison alone. But seriously sickening them was still within the realm of possibility. Ikaia was going to say something more when he felt that horrible familiar burn building in the back of his throat. Before he could run anywhere, he had doubled over to be sick. The poor Klingon PA had found a horrible way to paint the floor.
 
T’Mihn: It won't’ be long until I dance on your grave, as the humans say.
 
Sirin: This is getting us nowhere.
 
Sorth: T’Sai T’Mihn, give the antidote you would rather be convicted of assault on the physical well-being of an off-worlder before you are charged with murder.
 
Ikaia finally looked back up at everyone before looking at T’Mihn. He had clearly made his point even if it wasn’t planned.
 
Wong: ::Raspy:: ….. I’ll be taking that antidote from you now…..
 
She went to a cabinet and grabbed a vial, running to the window. She raised her arm to throw it, but Sorth was too quick for her, pulling it from her grasp, ignoring her screams of protest. He threw it towards the Klingon who accepted it gratefully.
 
T’Mihn: No!!
 
Sirin: Take it quickly, Ikaia, then we will get you to a hospital.
 
Sorth: Go, now, both of you. I will be sure that things are taken care of here.
 
Ikaia caught the vial. He had what he needed. If the poison was to be ingested to work, the same could be said for the antidote. He popped open the vial and drank it. He tucked the empty vial into his bag. Ikaia offered a glance at T’Mihn. He felt pity for her. To have one’s own mind devoured from within felt like such a chilling way to go. Still living but as a shell of who they once were. No one deserved that fate.
 
Wong: Alright. But please go easy on her. She’s also quite ill and is deserving of treatment.
 
The tall justice official bowed to them and held out a hand in a gesture that could be considered appeasing.
 
Sorth: Vulcan justice is expeditious, but that does not mean it is merciless. T'sai has been a dignitary in Chi-ree and Xial for a long time, and her contributions to the welfare of this community still outweigh the indignities of her old age. Her decorum will be spared...where she may harm no one.
 
Sirin: As you say.
 
T’Mihn: Will you take me to Sern now? I have waited so very long.
 
Ikaia made his way back to Sirin. He took the sunglasses from his sash and put them back on. The light was now at comfortable levels for him.
 
Wong: Let’s head to the hospital. I think I’m done here.
 
He hoped it wasn’t far. He was feeling spent right now. The antidote needed time to take effect.
 
Sirin: ::looks at T’Minh, now openly sobbing, her mind gone:: Yes, there is nothing else we can do for her.
 
T’Mihn: Sern, my favoured child. Why did you leave me with these enemies? Why did I not allow myself to die when you did? Why?
 
Sorth: :: quietly, to Meidra and Ikaia:: Go now, we will contact you when you are needed.
 
Ikaia finally stepped outside and sat back on the passenger’s side of the yellow racer. Meidra sat in the driver’s seat, not moving as she contemplated the evening’s events.
 
Wong: Me. A spy? Even I have to admit, I’d make for a terrible one.
 
Sirin: You’re right about that. Too much of a cinnamon roll.
 
Wong: Is she…. Going to be okay? I know that she’s tried to kill us and all but no one should have to suffer like that. I really hope that she’s able to get treatment.
 
Sirin: Vulcans take care of their own. ::glances over at Ikaia:: How are you feeling?
 
Ikaia sighed as he flopped back in the seat. The car was already pulling away from the S'th'gee clan household.
 
Wong: Tired. Like really tired. Still sick. But not as bad. ::A beat:: Listen, I never got to tell you but thanks for saving me from the well at the cantina after Haadok threw me in. There was footage pulled from last night. You were there. And also, thank you for having my back throughout this whole adventure.
 
Sirin: ::starts the vehicle:: I suppose I can tell you that I stole the robes you found yourself in…. Haadok will never miss them. Thank you for a most…interesting trip to Vulcan. This trip does much to erase bad memories. ::smirks:: I can not wait to see how our next shore leave turns out.
 
The yellow racer revved up as the two friends sped away from T’Mihn and her delusions leaving behind only dust and the shadows of a past long gone, but not forgotten.
 
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| ((Monastery of Mal-Kom))
 
High reddish arches enclosed the garden, creating a patchwork of light and shadow woven with the greenery of the plants, with the rustle of the wind through the leaves and the gentle dripping of water, sheltering this oasis in the desert with natural rock and carved stone. An old lady walked slowly through the gardens, through the plants and trees that had been transported from her home to this new place. This was not something that was usually done, but this patient had an affinity for the vegetation that went beyond logic, but which soothed her katra. So, the Medical Board had permitted this strange peculiarity, and that is why she now disposed of the green refuge where she talked to each one of the plants as she carefully watered them, giving each had a name, an identity.
 
T’Mihn: You must drink enough, or you shall perish, and I would truly be alone.
 
Meidra watched the former matriarch from a distance, but said nothing to those around her. This woman had worked with her grandfather, had assisted him in numerous crimes that would never be proven, nothing left that could be used to prove the truth except the broken spirit of a woman that has outlived most of her family, all her children and even her grandchild . . What was left after all that, after all those years and all those losses, was only the shell of what had once been, a shadow that still loomed long over many people's lives. Nevertheless, It was unfortunate that T’Mihn had tried to kill Ikaia, but at least it had been the impetus to finally have her taken from her position and placed somewhere she could no longer harm anyone.
 
She was satisfied that things would logically play out the best way for everyone involved. She wasn’t sure her krei felt the same. When she turned to look at her cousin, Meidra could read naught in her face, no one could, not even she, who knew Alieth better than anyone else except, perhaps, the late grandson of the woman who talked to the garden flowers.
 
The wind gusted a little stronger, bringing with it the scent of the dry sands and the shadows of a southern wadi, far away in the desert. The breeze swirled Alieth's black robes, stern and austere, a single letter embroidered in white on her back, a script that signalled her removal from the Clan and from the lands it guarded, a sentence to ostracism that T'Mihn had imposed on her long months before and that her ailment had meant she could no longer lift.
 
Alieth: She looks much smaller. Almost feeble. ::She paused, a moment filled only by the hiss of the wind and the woman's crooning in between the leaves.:: And, yet, I have concerns about what she might be capable of if she ever remembers what has happened and resolves to regain her rightful position.
 
Sirin: ::still watching T’Mihn putter:: She is contained. I see no reason she should not remain so.
 
Alieth: That is correct, but what she has done, what we know what you have actually done and what we do not know, still burdens me, both for the suffering she has inflicted on people who are dear to me, and for the things we suspect she may have done in the past. ::She tilted her head gently, glancing at Meidra from the corner of her eye.:: Or what she might have done in association with your grandfather.
 
Sirin: You could come back to the clan. If that is what you wish. No one would challenge you.
 
Alieth averted her gaze from the garden for a moment and it rose up into the sky to a point that only she knew and to which only she would understand the significance.
 
Alieth: It will still be illegal. And if I violate the law, not only I but also my parents and siblings will be negatively impacted.
 
As much as she had old grudges with her mother, she did not intend any harm to her, neither to her father, the peaceful tea-master, nor to her little brother, still too young to understand any of that. Metana... well, her sister had earned a reputation for herself and would not be so affected by what Alieth decided.
 
Alieth: In any case, that matters little to me, my path led me far from our Homeworld long ago, and from the path my parents had laid out for me. My katra will always long for Vulcan, and the people I have left here, yet if exile is what has been chosen for me, I shall spend it among the stars.
 
Sirin: Your mercy is as expected.
 
For the first time since they had arrived, Alieth hesitated and glanced at her relative with a deep sorrow in her dark eyes.
 
Alieth: It is not about mercy, it is just what it should be, it is what I must do.
 
A gust of wind came in their direction, ruffling the hair of the two young women and carrying with it T'Minh's senseless mumbling. Meidra stared hard at the elder Vulcan.
 
 
Sirin: And still we allow her to live.
 
Alieth. I think it is what must need to be done, for my father, for Geoffrey John and for Ikaia, for all those she has wronged. ::She paused, longer than necessary, but full of meaning:: And for Sern.
 
Sirin: You believe her feelings for Sern colored her actions? Why would you think her madness was for his benefit?.
 
The full-blooded vulcan's lips relaxed tenderly, rendering her features with a soft, almost mournful air for the length of a blink of an eye.
 
Alieth: Maybe because, in some twisted way, I believed that she did it all for him, for the deep love she felt for Sern and for the pain that his death inflicted on her.
 
Something the short Vulcan could understand better than anyone else, a grief that little could soothe.
 
Sirin: She believes Sern to be with her. If we were to take him from her a third time, she would surely perish. It is better to let her live in her own world. But we don’t have to live there with her anymore.
 
The black-clad Vulcan nodded but said nothing. The sun continued its path across the sky and fell behind the arches, casting complex, tangled shadows across the garden. Alieth had thought she owed T'Mihn a few words, a farewell, an explanation... something, but the time for that had passed, and whatever she said would not percolate in the woman's muddled mind. Another opportunity lost, another moment that would never be because too much time had passed.  Another opportunity lost, another moment that would never be because she had left too much time to waste.
 
Alieth let out the tiniest of sighs as at her side, Meidra shuddered. Their family was filled with less than honorable people, but they were the ones frequently punished for those who lived by their own form of logic.
 
Sirin: Come, let us leave. There is nothing for us here, my cousin.
 
Alieth: You are right, we should leave her with the shadows of her past, her memories and her plants.
 
Alieth turned and began to retrace her steps towards the exit, to leave the province and not return for an unknown length of time.  Under the threshold, she turned one last time and raised her hand in the ta'al, in her people' s salute.
 
Alieth: Farewell t'sai, may peace find you here at last and comfort you in the end of your years.
 
With no further word Alieth finally turned and walked away.
 
***
 
Out of the shadows, a figure watched the two officers leave. His eyes followed them, malice in his gaze. Their time would come soon enough, both of them unworthy to be associated with true Vulcans. He walked over to where T’Mihn was gardening and put a hand on her shoulder. She knew too much about his dealings to remain where her mind could be probed by fools.
 
Samek: It’s time to get you out of here.
 
T’Mihn: Where are we going?
 
Samek: To our destiny, T’Mihn. That is all you need to know.
 
Fin...for now….
 
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Revision as of 19:02, 1 October 2021

Synopsis

After a night of partying on Vulcan, Lieutenant Meidra Sirin and Lieutenant Ikaia Wong must work out the mysteries of what happened during the night before consequences catch up to them.

Personae Dramatis

  • Lt. Ikaia Wong
  • Lt. Meidra Sirin
  • Lt. Alieth

Supporting Cast

  • Haadok
  • T'Mihn
  • T'Vel
  • Sorth

The Story

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