Diclaimer: I don't own Star Trek. T'Naa is my creation though. The storylines are all fake.
Location: Port City, Hub, Ambassadorial Compound
Timeline: Prior To T'mur's Departure
Characters: Selek, T'Naa
Ambassador Selek stood before a window, high in the Ambassadorial Apartments. The city-scape of Port City stretched out for miles in front and to each side of him. He now wished that he hadn't accepted this posting. He clasped his hands behind his back and lowered his head in what some would call...the look of defeat.
The soft sounds of footsteps could be heard entering the open doorway. T'Naa hadn't been able to sneak up on him effectively for many years. She wasn't a small thing anymore. No, she was a grown woman and she had left much of the playfulness of youth behind her. "Come in, my daughter." Selek allowed his hands to swing downward, but then brought them up in front of him, placing the fingers of one hand over the top of the knuckles on the other.
"Hello Father." T'Naa said, as she moved into the room. Her hair wasn't the typical jet black normally seen in Vulcans , it was her mother's light brown. She was shorter than her father by about 6", slender, and fit. She is only seventeen and she looks more like her mother than her father.
~So human.~ Selek thought, then chastised himself for doing so. This was his daughter. How could he be so biased. Had he not chosen her mother? "My child, I am glad that you were able to quickly. I have much to tell you."
She noticed that her father seemed unsettled. She wasn't used to him being that way. It concerned her greatly. "Father, why did you call for me?"
"There has been an incident..." Selek began. This was going to be difficult, but he had made his decision.
T'Naa grew even more concerned and it showed in her face. She couldn't hide emotions as well as her father. She never had been able to. "Father, what's wrong?"
Selek approached his daughter and stopped with about 12 inches between them. Her eyes were so pretty...his child...yet, so much her mother. "I have received several death threats, since I have been here. I did not know where they came from, and truthfully, I am still not sure. But events have shown that they are capable of following through on these threats. Two of my aides are dead."
"When did it happen father?" T'Naa asked with horror and worry clear on her face.
"It happened last night. I had sent them to meet with a local historian. There were some...questions over Setlin's early history that I wanted answered, and..." He waved off the thought. "No matter, what is important is that our delegation has become a target. You are no longer safe here."
"Father , you're in danger! You need to get out of here while you have the chance." Said T'Naa in fear and worry.
"My safety is irrelevant." Selek said, shaking his head. "I cannot leave Setlin. It is my mission to forge trade alliances with the Guild that will benefit both the Federation and Vulcan. If I were to walk away, I could not complete that mission. I would fail. I must remain, but you...you must go."
"Father, what are you talking about I won't leave you here alone." T'Naa exclaimed with tears in her eyes.
Selek turned back toward the window. He didn't want to have to look T'Naa in the eyes. "I have only one option at this point. There is a Vulcan freighter doing business with the Guild. It is just about to depart. I believe that if you were aboard this ship, you would be safe from...whatever is going on." The Ambassador turned back quickly.
"Father why must I leave and you not come with me? Why do you put my safety over yours?" T'Naa cried.
"You are my child." Selek's eybrow rose, to punctuate the sentence. "It is only logical that I would seek your safety above all things. That is my duty to you, as a father.
"Alright father." T'Naa sighed dejectedly.
"I have contacted Captain Noluk, of the T'mur. He is expecting you. Please, get your things together.
T'Naa leaves to get her things together only to stop and turn to her father and say "Father I love you. Live long and Prosper."