The stardate was 2137. We can see two Vulcanian young girls leaving the finishing touches to a hole in the red ground. One of the girls appeared to be ten while the other seemed to be eleven roughly being a inch taller. Their motorcycles were parked to the side in front of a hole being dug. There was a certain tensity to the atmosphere between the siblings using their shovels to dig the hole deeper and deeper. There was a suitcase set on the edge of the hole. There was sweat dripping down their skin that made their bangs land on their foreheads. Their outfits were covered in dirt. Their green hands were covered in layers of dirt. The eldest looked toward the other almost as though sensing something was on her sister's mind.
"This is the most logical route we can do, sister," the eldest said.
"I hope mother understands," the youngest said.
"She will," the eldest said, placing their hand on the sibling's shoulder.
The eldest tossed the shovel up to the surface. The eldest climbed up as the sound of drums rung in her ear drums. It was loud and obnoxious. Vulcan hearing was extremely sensitive to loud noises a lot like a cat. She climbed up to the top where she can see a herd of sehlat's grazing along the scenery lounging about. She made her way toward the motorcycle then turned it on while the youngest began to climb up. The youngest made it to the top but the ground beneath the youngest gave out beneath their boots.
"T'Hal!" the youngest called. "'The game!" her fingers were embedded in the hot, red sand. "It's trying to take me!"
The eldest dropped the motorcycle letting it thud to the ground hearing her heart beating loudly. The youngest was in the standard attire worn at the Vulcan Learning Center with a wide circular collar with purple sleeves. The eldest slid to the side of the hole reaching her hand out for the youngest. The youngest grabbed onto the eldest forearm. There was great fear on their faces. A expression normally not seen on Vulcans. The two flipped onto the ground panting. The youngest got up then started to shovel in the dirt from the large pile. The eldest joined.
"What if someone finds it?" the youngest asked.
T'Hal dramatically turned toward her sister.
"May Surak have mercy on them," T'Hal said. "we have to finish this."
They silently resumed shoveling dirt bit by bit until the game was covered and the hole was gone. The siblings dashed toward their motorcycles. The drumming sounded as though it were coming from the ground, loudly. The siblings shared one last glance with one another then toward the covered hole. They turned their motorcycles on then sped off into the distance leaving a trail of dust behind. The scene panned over toward one of the native insects that was light gray appearing to be scorpion like that stood on its two back feet and had a pair of wings resembling dragon flys.