It seemed like such a logical situation. They were now an endangered species and therefore all steps to bolster their numbers must be taken. Yet here she sat, at war with the deep emotions that swirled inside her head though nothing was betrayed by her face. While Vulcans normally didn't drink very often, T'Echka found that Vulcan brandy seemed to enhance the the meditative state she was trying to achieve in order to find the clarity of mind she needed to do her duty
Their world was gone. In an instant, she had found herself swept up from the lab she had been working in, suddenly stuffed into a cargo ship with other refuges, so few, all uncertain of their future. Who had done this to them, and why? Such destruction was not logical, it was a reaction to unstable emotions and six billion had paid the price. Her sister and father had been lost and though her mother and brother remained to rebuild. Her grief was so strong that she couldn't help but wonder how they would survive. Logic told her they would survive and honour the memories of those they had lost. The planet which had been chosen to replace their world, was a dark landscape with a sky that was brutally foreign. Nothing in comparison to the rich history of their former home. It was unfortunate to only have whispers of their culture left to be carried on by the elders.
Her people grieved but logic dictated that they move on, honour their dead by surviving. The prefab home that had been assigned to them lacked the deep seated affection that had been part of her family home. Every day, T'Echka half expected her father and sister to join them, sharing their strength and grief. Instead they were now three with a duty to their people. Her bond mate had not survived and she mourned his loss. What they had shared was deeper than the affections she had seen Humans share. A glance or nod shared a wealth of affection that words could not convey, something she no longer had. Soon, a new bond mate would be selected for her, a logical mate. T'Echka would accept the councils choice for her, as would all the others chosen to repopulate. Her duty was to her people, but her heart would always remember.