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Star-date 3048.4: Captain James T. Kirk reporting;
Following a message from his home planet, First Officer Spock has returned to Vulcan on the request of his parents. Even he doesn't know the nature of their request. We are now in orbit around Vulcan, awaiting his return from the planet's surface. Our Chief of Medicine, Dr. McCoy, suspects it has reason to do with his father, Ambassador Sarek, and his health. Since his emergency heart surgery, however, the ambassador has had no sign of trouble. It has been four months since Spock has seen his home planet. I confess a hope that this situation is nothing serious.
Captain Kirk walked into the transporter room, slightly irritated. He was in the middle of lunch when Mr. Scott called him below.
"Alright, Scotty, what's going on?" He asked. Spock inclined his head to the captain, standing right next to the transporter platform like a statue in full Federation uniform for some unknown reason. Scott glanced nervously fro him to the captain.
"Well, sir, Mr. Spock is requestin' we beam up a young lass that he knows."
"And why is there a problem?"
"He will nae say a word of explanation until she's on board."
"I assure you, Captain. I have several logical reason for having her on the ship." Spock said simply. Kirk stared at him, one eyebrow raised.
"Well then, beam her up, Scotty."
"Aye, sir." He started fiddling with the controls. Spock opened his communicator.
"This is Spock. Prepare to energize." He said into it.
"Affirmative, Mr. Spock. Awaiting to receive you on the Enterprise." The voice confirmed. "Energize." It said. A flash of beaming lit the platform. When the light dissipated, Kirk felt like he got punched in the stomach as Spock held out his hand to the woman who materialized. She was magnificent. Her skin was a golden hue and her hair was a lustrous blue-black, cut in a perfectly tousled way that framed her face beautifully. She was wearing a dark blue kimono-like robe underneath a metallic over tunic with a matching headdress. By her sharply pointed ears and her stoic expression, she was obviously Vulcan despite her small stature. She placed one slim, long-nailed hand over Spock's, making his own thin hands look rough and masculine.
"Sa-kali. T'nar pak sorat y'rani." She said softly to Spock in Vulcan, giving him the traditional salute.
"Ko-kali. T'nar jaral." He answered, reciprocating the salute. He helped her keep her balance as she stepped off the platform. She turned her eyes to the other crewmen.
"Hello, Captain." She said huskily, her voice having an odd accent that sent a delightful chill down Kirk's spine. "I am T'Saela. I request permission for transport to Altair 6." She gazed at Kirk with strangely sparkling blue eyes. That was when he noticed that the sharp Vulcan features were softened in her face. Her eyebrows weren't as slanted as well, instead growing straight and slightly curved upward.
"For what purpose?" He finally choked out.
"A diplomatic mission to Altair Six. The Federation has sanctioned my temporary replacement of Ambassador Sarek for the duration of the negotiations with the matriarchal government." She gestured to Spock. He pulled out an information disk with the Federation symbol on it and handed it to Kirk. He took it. "You will find the details listed clearly within it."
"Why wasn't I informed of this by Starfleet?" He asked.
"I was scheduled to depart with the U.S.S Concord three solar days from now, but considering that you were within the boundaries of Vulcan territory, it was logical to request that you transport me in their place. Time is of the essence with diplomacy, Captain."
"I see. And that's why you sent a message to Spock's parents to pick you up?"
"That is one reason." She glanced at the other Vulcan and did something that shocked everyone; she smiled at Spock. "It is also because Commander Spock is my older brother."