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Far Away From Home	By : mancer Category: S through Z > Star Trek (2009) > Star Trek (2009) Views: 2090 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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There was no hope for meditation when he returned to the staff quarters.
Vuron paced back and forth, first in the common room, then the kitchens, and finally his own quarters as the disapproving glances from the help staff chased him away.
How dare he send me away. I was only defending his word.
To the desk.
Why would he go against his earlier word, anyway?
To the bed.
Certainly there is nothing we could do to assist in readying the colony.
Back to the desk.
We're only refugees ourselves.
Back to the bed.
What good would an ambassador and a cluster of expert negotiators do anyway?
Again, the desk.
It's illogical to remove us from potentially beneficial works offworld.
Bed.
We're of more help out here.
Desk.
Without mining rights, there are no essential materials for powercells, spaceships-
His door opened. Vuron spun to face the intruder, not realizing he'd bared his teeth until he saw T'Luminareth's widened eyes.
“What is it?”
“Sranak wants us to all meet in the common room.”
“I am not fit for public functions,” Vuron surmised.
“It is a matter for everyone, Vuron. Regardless.”
She stepped away, leaving him alone in his room with the door open.
Irrational anger simmered. His blood simmered in his veins.
Vuron took several long breaths, trying to calm whatever had caused this strange stress. Perhaps some disease? Impossible; the delegation had arrived on Qo'noS one year, two months, and seven days ago. Surely he would have already shown signs.
Only Sranak's eyes would meet his when he gained the room. Everyone else silently gazed into their own corner of the universe.
“As most of you are aware, I formally requested a pause of negotiations with the Klingon High council,” Sranak began, holding up a hand to still any comment. “Whether or not you agree with my request is a moot point. I have spent the last three hours arguing with them; the only success has been to have Klingon heels dug in on the subject. I fear it is a topic that will quickly come to a head.”
At this, several eyes turned to Vuron. He swallowed audibly.
“I have a theory, which Doctor T'Sai should be able to verify or perhaps offer a different hypothesis.”
The staff separated so that Sranak could see the doctor, a nearly geriatric woman who remained in the house with the servants at the common house so she could conduct her research, from her seated position on one of the few couches.
“What have you concluded?” the woman questioned.
Sranak took a moment to collect his thoughts. With his eyes closed, and his official robes flowing around him, he carried a regal air. That is, until whatever he'd tempted from the depths of his mind settled into his shoulders, the deep grooves of his face, the prominent knuckles of his hands.
“The destruction of our home planet has far-reaching consequences,” he finally settled on. “I doubt we have discovered, or will discover, all of these consequences in our lifetimes. The one matter that most concerns me at the moment is that of a certain biological matter.”
Again eyes turned to Vuron. He felt the very tips of his ears heat green in embarrassment.
“How far away are you, Mister Vuron, from your pon farr?”
“Ambassador, that's a private-”
“Vuron is well over a year away. Are you saying he's shown symptoms?”
The Ambassador nodded sagely.
Doctor T'Sai stood with the help of Sranak's young manservant. Her filmy eyes studied his for a long, uncomfortable moment. Taking in the dilated pupils, the whites around the iris where he couldn't quite calm himself, the rapid breaths.
“I believe your assessment is correct, Sranak. It is common enough for the cycle to be sped up with the loss of a bondmate. Mister Vuron is simply the first to show symptoms. Soon enough we will all need to return home.”
Home. Home. Home. The words echoed on and on within his aching skull.
“That option has been taken away from us,” Sranak said mildly. “We will remain here until negotiations are completed. How long does Mister Vuron have?”
The doctor sighed and motioned for her kit. After a few minutes with her medical scanner, her eyes held a touch of sympathy.
“Your security officer only has a week, perhaps two,” She turned her scanner on a few of the others. “No one else shows elevated hormones, at the moment. Perhaps you could arrange passage for Vuron alone offworld?”
The Ambassador shook his head. “Already attempted. Any who show the beginning signs will be immediately relieved of duty and instructed to meditate. Doctor, if you would be willing to assist with whatever sedatives you can offer.”
“Of course.”
“Dismissed.”
Vuron remained where he was, as his coworkers streamed out around him, returning to their lives.
“I said dismissed.”
“Sranak, I....”
“We will offer whatever support we can, of course, but you should prepare yourself for the inevitable.”
Vuron found himself glaring up at the older man.
“I realize that you have never... approved of my presence, sir, but certainly something can be done.”
“Why would you think such?”
“I knew several of the others who applied for my position. Others more experienced. More qualified, sir. In fact, every one of your staff you selected seem to have been selected by the least qualified applicant. The ones of lowest social standing. Eldest. Youngest. No families.”
The Ambassador sighed and took the seat the doctor vacated. “Our earliest encounters with these people were less than encouraging. While I could count my career well spent, if it ended here with these negotiations, could I ask the same of my staff?”
“All applied knowing the risks.”
“It was still my decision.”
Vuron remained standing, hands clasped behind him, as still as a statue while his mind ran. He hired me to die. He picked me because if I caused a fight, it would be better for my genetic material to not taint our species. And now, because of that decision, I am still alive, while four others who might have taken this job are dead with our world.
“I will perish.” Not exactly a question.
“I would suggest the Kolinahr, but I believe we are both aware that you are not capable of that much control. Doctor T'Sai will put you in a medically induced coma. You will have a nearly thirty-seven percent chance of surviving in that state until I can finish here. Transit to New Vulcan may lower it to as much as twenty percent.”
Vuron rubbed his face with his hands. A painful tingle spread across the back of his skull. The first sign of a severe migraine.
“It sounds like you speak from experience.”
The only response was a slight tilt of one eyebrow.
“And if I do not get back in time?”
“Then perhaps your genetic aberration will not be seen in future generations.”
With that Sranak stood and left.
Vuron found himself laughing into the empty room.
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