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Ambassador Soval openned his eyes with a sudden jolt. His soothing medition had been interrupted by a series of intense, alien emotions. Foreign feelings of pain and naseau entered his carefully controlled mental system. His breathing hitched as the throbbing in his head intensified.

Thunder roared from outside the San Francisco compound. Large packets of rain pattered against the roof. Soval involutarily shuttered from the gush of cold air that engulfed him. He immediately opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow at the sight before him: his candle flame was gone. Soval considered relighting the device. However, he instead chose to leave the candle untouched.

Soval closed his eyes, and regained focus on his internal unanticipated distress. Something light was pressed to the back of his mind. He reluctantly plucked at the mysterious intangible object. Feelings of confusion and fear fled through his system. He involuntarily shivered again. His previous suspicions were confirmed: these emotions were not his own.

Ambassador Soval tugged more roughly at the bond this time. In a way, the alien connection reminded him of the bond had previously shared with his deceased wife T'Ria. However, the composition of this particular bond varied. An essense of himself lurked in the corners of this 'bond.' This matter perplexed him even further.

DING. Soval opened his eyes, and shifted his head to the corner of the room. His communicator vibrated on the dressor. Reluctantly, Soval rose to his feet. He surpressed the new wave of pain that ripped through his system. Soval picked up the communicator on his dressor and answered the early call. "Ambassador, Minister Kuvak wishes to speak to you." His assistant informed him. Soval raised an eyebrow. He had not had received a communication from the minister since the Syranite bombing.

"I see, please forward his call through." Soval exclaimed to his assistant. "Yes, Osu." His subordinate replied to him. Soval moved to his computer. The Minister's image appeared momentarily on the screen. "Soval," he greeted the ambassador. "Minister," Soval returned his greeting formally. He noted the man possessed a look of uneasiness.

" I have been informed that you are well acquainted with a certain Commander Shran." The Minster replied gently. Soval cocked his eyebrow. "Yes, … and may I be so bold to inquire what contraversial matters the Commander has been involved in this time that requires the High Command's attention?"

"Soval," Kuvak responded a little more casually, " the commander contacted the High Command this morning. Shran claims he has taken five 'Vulcans' hostage." Soval narrowed his eyes. Shran was considered quite arrogant, even for an Andorrian, and his logic often escaped him. However, he was not completely irrational. Soval shifted his head in response. "What was the events that surrounded this ?"

Kuvak took a deep breath. "He claims that several Andorians were peacefully engaging in a mining project on the outer north western sidelines of the Archaic System. This system is located outside of the Klingon Empire. He claims a group of Vulcans attacked his vessel, and murdered his crew." Soval raised an eyebrow at the obsurdity of his statement. However, his breath temporarily hitched. Painful memories came to the surface of his mind. The death of his beloved wife, rumor had it, had occurred in this hidden sector of deep space. For a moment, he was filled with resentment toward the High Command. Even thirty-one years later, the High Command still refused to answer why the T'Primm was in that quadrant of space. " I was under the impression their were no deployed vessels of the High Command in that sector." Soval exclaimed, even though he possed certain amount of reluctance to speak.

Kuvak nodded his head. "There are none, which makes this bizarre case all the more confounding." Somal shifted his head. " Do you suspect these Vulcans, whom have been captured, are members of the V'tosh'ka'tur?" Kuvak shook his head. " I would too deduce that these prisoners are members of this radical sect. However, the Andorians have reported these Vulcans possess … advance technology. The V'tosh'ka'tur have not been known for having great financial assets. Besides that, … the schematics the Andorian commander described were … uncomparible to any technological innovation that can be found in the current database."

Soval raised an eyebrow: "Meaning?" Kuvak took a deep breath: "Commander Shran reported data logs from the attack. A vessel with never before seen stealth and weapon technology staged an attack on the Andorian Cargo vessel." Soval shook his head: "And the Andorians believe our species is responsible for this attack ?" Kuvak looked down at his folded hands, and then glanced back up at the screen. "The vessel was not completely demolished. However, the crew was … exterminiated." Soval contained his discomfort while Kuvak continued to speak. "Commander Shran was sent by the Imperial Guard to retrieve the internal video contents from the vessel. The ship had apparently been out of contact with its coordinators for sometime now. When he arrived, he claims a group of 'Vulcans' were patroling the vessel and the Andorian crew had been slaughtered to death." Soval grimaced at this statement: "Does he have evidence that these people are in fact the killers ?" Kuvak nodded his head: " The tapes provided portrayed a certain amount of evidence …" Kuvak responded Soval.

Soval raised an eyebrow at the minister's statement: "You do not believe him?" Kuvak shook his head. "A group of blurred out images were retrieved from the device. However, the visual results were highly inconclusive." Kuvak bit his lip. Soval shifted his head, feeling that the man was withholding something. Kuvak then spoke. "We requested that the Imperial Guard send us the genetic profiles of the Vulcan prisoners as evidence of their capture." Soval narrowed his gaze: "And?" Kuvak looked highly reluctant to diluge the next part of the imformation. "The profiles were sent to the scientific directory to be analysized. The genetic composition was unbeknown to anything we have ever seen."

Soval was somewhat confused by the statement. " Are you implying these prisoners are not of 'Vulcan' descent?" Kuvak shifted his head: " In a manner of speaking, they are." Soval had a blank stare. Kuvak spoke: "The Vulcan science directory determined the Vulcans being held hostage are not of 'full' Vulcan heritage."

Soval raised his eyebrows: "Are you implying that these hostages are all hybrids?" There was some exaggeration in his voice. Kuvak nodded his head: "There is more…" Soval raised an eyebrow. "The genetic samples taken from the prisoners comprised of a mixture of both Vulcan and Human Deoxyribonucleic acid." Soval starred at the minister with utter perplexity. Soval leaned in forward now: " These 'Vulcans' hybrids are half human?" He hissed aloud. Kuvak nodded head.

Soval found this particular information hard to fathom. There had always been rumors of Vulcans consorting with Humans in less than appropriate regards. The Vulcan men who worked at the Terran Embassies were often not bonded. In order to discourage fraternization, immediate dismissal was threatened to any Vulcan caught engaging in sexual misconduct. However, such standards were rarely enforced. As long at the High Command remained oblivious to these happenings, the Vulcans of the Terran consulates were free to do as they pleased.

"How old are these hybrid prisoners?" Soval inquired to the minister. Kuvak responded: "Based off genetic testing, their ages vary from 27 to 69 years of age." Soval narrowed his eyes: "How is that possible?" Soval responded with some exasperation. The conception of a Vulcan-Human hybrid was hard to fathom for Vulcans and Humans had never been able to reproduce. The conception of five interspecies members was even further perplexing. Soval raised his head: "Are they all kin?" Kuvak shook his head. "No, none of these 'Vulmen' are related by birth."

"Vulmen?" Soval exclaimed with some disbelief. "That is what they call themselves. Shran's female officer was very thorough in noting that detail." Kuvak confirmed Soval's statement. "Ambassador, Commander Shran has specifically requested you, with the help of Captain Archer, to retrieve these Vulmen. He wants you and Captain Archer to represent these Vulmen in the name of Vulcan and Earth. Shran wishes them to be trialed for crimes against Andoria."

Minister Kuvak took a deep breath and then sighed: "When you travel to the Archaic System, you will apprehend these Vulmen. Commander Shran has been very thorough with his motives. He has conveyed he has little interest in starting a potential interstellar war. He also wishes for a fair trial." Soval shook his head in agreement. "You will then bring these Vulmen back to Vulcan. I do not wish for these Vulmen to remain in the Andorian's hands."

Soval raised an eyebrow. " I thought Shran wished for these prisoners to be trialed for crimes against Andoria?" Kuvak nodded his head. "They will be. However, if the High Command has their way, the trial will be held on Vulcan soil. These Vulmen will only be taken back to Andoria as a last resort."

It's been a long road

Gettin from there to here
It's been a long time
But my time is finally here

And I will see my dreams come alive at night
I will touch the sky
And they're not gonna hold me down no more
No they're not gonna change my mind

(Chorus)
'Cause I've got faith of the heart
I'm going where my heart will take me
I've got faith to believe
I can do anything
I've got strength of the soul
No one's going to bend nor break me
I can reach any star
I've got faith
I've got faith
Faith of the heart

…

8 Hours Prior …

T'Lin stood straight up with her hands above her head. Her six Klingon mercenaries had refused to go down without a fight. The Klingons were highly skilled warriors. Unfortunately, against forty Andorian soldiers who held them hostage, their strength was nothing.

The fight had been long and tedious. Corporal Gladius and T'Lin had taken temporary refuge behind the engine. The other three Vulmen guards had attempted to fight. However, after realizing defeat was inevitable, they surrendered to the Andorians. The Klingons refused to be taken hostage for this dishonored their way of life. In response, the Andorians were forced to execute them.

Commander Shran put down T'Lin's communicator after the intense scuffle. Captain Dumas had just hung up. Thirteen of his men now lay dead. Four were critically wounded. Blood covered the floor, and the smell of death lurked throughout the room. Five Vulmen stood with their hands above their heads. Shran motioned to one of his fellow officers. "Bring me those Vulcans on the Bridge. Remember, I want them alive." He hissed to him.

The younger Andorian nodded at his superior. Half of the Andorians left the room. "Which one of you is the commanding officer?" Shran shouted to the group. He looked over to the four men. Instead, T'Lin stepped forward. " I am." Commander Shran's antennas twitched in shock.

…

The Vulmen officers crawled through the emergency exit for their life. An Andorian regime was currently after them. Kuvak and T'Pel led the group. T'Pel utilized her scanner. "According to these schematics, the quickest way to the hanger is through this exit." She motioned to him. Kuvak took the scanner from her. "Do you have any idea how many stories we are going to have to climb down?" T'Pel narrowed her eyes: "I am sorry, do you have a better idea?"

Captain Dumas hissed from behind them. "Keep moving. Every moment you two spend fighting is one more moment these Andorians gain on us." Kuvak looked over to T'Pel. They continued to move. "Why didn't you tell me there were Andorians on this vessel." T"Pel hissed at him under her breath: "They did not show up on my scanners before." Kuvak narrowed his eyes as he continued to climb. "How did they not show up on your scanner?" T'Pel scrunched her shoulders. " I scanned for bio signs when we were in the hanger. Taking additional scans afterwards seemed repetitive and highly unnecessary."

Kuvak raised an eyebrow. The group made it to the tip of the passageway. The section looked like a downward slide. The bottom was very dark. T'Pel raised her scanner. "The exit to the hanger is 200 feet that way. It will be located at the bottom of this passage way." Kuvak shook his head, and then moved a head of T'Pel. She gave him a funny look. Kuvak scoffed at her: "What? Do you want to go first?" T"Pel looked away from him. She peered down the deep dark passageway, and then looked back at her colleague. "Your free to go."

Kuvak slid down to the bottom. He immediately hit rock bottom. Five feet from him was the emergency exit. "It's safe." He called to his peers. He went to open the door. Below him were three Andorian soldiers. They were guarding their two vessels. "Crap." He murmured to himself. T'Pel slid up next to him. She looked down and saw the current inconvenience. To add insult to injury, the hanger doors had been closed.

"How are we going to fix this?" Kuvak exclaimed to T'Pel. T'Pel scanned the area. The controls to the hanger were located on the opposite side of the launch bay. "We will need to come up with a distraction." T'Pel looked behind her. In total, there were fourteen of them: twelve Vulmen and two Klingons. "Set all your phasers to stun." The guards nodded from behind her. T'Pel and Kuvak quietly climbed out onto the walkway. The officers positioned themselves up from above.

The Vulmen guards quietly scooted themselves down the walkway. They put their hands on their triggers. T'Pel nodded her head. The guards immediately opened fire. The Andorian froze temporarily. However, they quickly recovered from their shock. They took positions behind the closest protecting objects. Quickly, they returned rapid fire.

Kuvak fired his phase pistol at one Andorian. However, his shot only hit the barrier. Dumas moved forward to the end of the ramp. There was exactly twenty feet between the walkway and the bottom floor. One of guards attempted to advance in the same direction as his superior. Unfortunately, he collapsed after being shot.

T'Pel moved over to the wounded man. She served as a source of protection. They were not in a good position. While the Vulmen occupied the high ground, their spacial movement was quite limited. The Andorians possessed ample amounts of space. Klaynar and the younger Klingon exited from the opening in the wall.

"What in the name of Satana took you so long?" Kuvak yelled from a far. Instead of answering, the younger Klingon jumped off the walkway onto the floor. He skillfully landed on the floor. He held a blaster in one hand, and a sword in the other. He then charged toward the Andorians on the floor. Dumas took this as a sign to advance, and headed down the latter. The guards skillfully followed him.

Within minutes, the Vulmen and the Klingons had managed to stun the three Andorians. The process had been long and tedious. In some regard, like the Klingons, the Andorians had insisted upon a fight to the death. The concept of surrendering was also foreign to their species. They fought incredibly violently. After much work, the Navis Sanctus crew had managed to restrain, and render unconscious their fellow Andorians.

T'Pel moved to open the hanger door. Kuvak retrieved the harmed guard from the top of the walkway. The captain and the Vulmen guards moved the unconscious Andorian prisoners in to their shuttle. Klaynar immediately moved to the front of the vessel. He began to set the controls while T'Pel traveled across the hanger to the control panel. She began to scan the system set before her. To her dismay, the controls were all written in Andorian.

Kuvak yelled from across the room: "Let's go. We do not have much time." T'Pel glanced backwards. "These controls are incomprehensible." Kuvak ran to her side. He scanned the panels and groaned in dismay. "Terrific. How are we going to get these hanger doors open now?" T'Pel gave Kuvak a disagreeable look. "I have an idea." Kuvak raised an eyebrow. "Really?" He added with of hint of sarcasm. "Why do I have the feeling I am not going to like it?"

T'Pel looked to the shuttle pod. "The shuttle possesses fire arms … does it not?" Kuvak nodded his head. She then looked to the large metal door. Kuvak narrowed his eyes. "You have got to be kidding me!"

…

An Andorian subordinate observed his scanner. The Vulcans had apparently accessed a concealed passage way and managed to find a way to the hanger. He was about to inform his superior when the entire ship quivered. Shran looked up from his interrogation: "What the hell was that?"

"Sir," the Andorian spoke aloud, "the Vulcans have reached the hanger." Shran's eyes narrowed darkly. The young Andorian man looked down at his scanner again. Shran pulled out his own communicator: "Cadet," he yelled to his subordinate, "Prepare to retreat to the vessel. We have a shuttle pod we need to intercept."

…

Klaynar sought to fly the shuttle pod at its greatest speed capacity. Captain Dumas attempted to contact his home vessel. "This is Dumas to Navis Sanctus. Please respond." The captain squinted his ears. There was too much friction in this area of space. Something was clearly wrong.

Klaynar had plugged in the coordinates for the Navis Sanctus. It was illogical to assume that the location for the vessel had changed. However, to the crewmembers disbelief, the ship did not appear to be on the scanners. The shuttle pod shook fiercely. Kuvak flipped out of his seat. He mentally chided himself for not putting on his seat belt.

The Andorian vessel had fired from behind them. The internal computer spoke from inside: "Shields are decreasing to 90 percent accuracy." The younger Klingon hissed in response. Kuvak shook his head. "I hope our ship is close!"

The younger Klingon headed to the back of the vessel. He began to load the backfire arm weapon for the shuttle pod. He aimed directly at the Andorian vessel and began to fire. "Thirty seconds until destination is met." The internal computer exclaimed aloud. To the crew's relief, the Navis Sanctus began to appear. A large explosion could be heard from the distance. Kuvak grabbed the Klingon's shirt. "Hey, are people may be on that ship." He yelled at him.

Thankfully, the hanger door was open. The Vulmen proceeded to land inside the massive ship complex. Captain Dumas, Kuvak, and T'Pel proceeded to the bridge. The group immediately barged through the door. Michel Menstral turned around. He was currently occupying the commanding officer seat. He observed their untidy state: "I trust your mission was … unsuccessful."

"Let's go." Dumas ordered to Michel. Michel narrowed his eyes: "Go where?" Dumas shook his head. "We need to follow that Andorian vessel. They have captured members of our crew." Michel shifted his head. "Sir, the only Andorian vessel on our scanners is disabled and is located on the asteroid." Dumas looked outside the huge window. There was not an Andorian vessel in sight.

…

"This does not make any sense." T'Pel exclaimed to her colleagues. "Your frustrations are shared sister." Michel noted to his kin. She chose to glare at him. Dumas interrupted their banter: "Why did our scanners not pick up the fully functioning Andorian vessel?" T'Pel shrugged her shoulders. She was a mining engineer and a lawyer, not a science officer. Kuvak stepped in: "Is there any possibility the frequencies given off by the Andorian vessel were disrupted by the immense spacial friction caused by the anomalies in this quadrant." Michel shook his head. "Our ship's equipment has been engineered to deal with such anomalies." Kuvak responded back: "Yes, to deal with the anomalies in our quadrant of space. However, I am sure the spacial friction composition of the anomalies in this quadrant vary immensely from that of our own."

Michel shrugged his shoulders: "What became of the other Andorian crew?" Dumas stared at him blankly. "We have taken three Andorian prisoners. They are currently being held alive in the brink." Michel shifted his head: "And the others?" Dumas sighed to himself: "They escaped." He then went on to speak: "I need to inform the High Command of this development. We will need to station more troops on NX-156 in case the Andorains attempt to return."

T'Pel interrupted the side conversation: "I find the concept of anything disrupting our sensors to be unsatisfactory. They fact that our devices did not pick up on the Andorian vessel is a huge oversight! This species possess Warp six drive technology at best, and their ships are remedial."

Dumas looked over to her. "Is their something you are attempting to apply?" T'Pel nodded her head: "Sopek told us there would be people who would try to stop our mission." Michel shifted his head: "Are you implying someone is directly attempting to sabotage this mission?" T'Pel nodded her head: "That is exactly what I am implying." She looked around, and then leaned forward. It was as if she didn't want anyone else to hear her.

"What if Sopek is right? What is there is a Vulcan who is attempting to sabotage our mission?" She whispered to the group. "Who, the Son of Vulcan." Kuvak exclaimed with an almost cynical voice. Dumas gave him a funny look. T'Pel shook her head. "No. However, I believe he may some how be connected to this. However, whoever this man is, I do not think he is responsible for these atrocities. This is the work of someone else. Someone very powerful within the High Command."

Michel narrowed his eyes: "Who?" T'Pel shook her head. " I do not know." She then motioned to her brother. "Double check all of the ships internal functions. Someone may have tampered with our scanners." Michel nodded his head.

Kuvak interrupted: "If someone did in fact tamper with the Ships scanners, that would explain why the Navis Sanctus did not pick up on the Andorian vessel. However, that still does not solve our current problem." Michel raised an eyebrow in confusion. Kuvak continued: "Six of our crew members have been captured. The Administrator's son is including. He will not be pleased." He looked to Captain Dumas. The man appeared to have paled.

Michel Menstral smirked at him: "We do not need to serve all our problems at once." T'Pel glared at her brother. She did not like what he was implying. "We need to track the Andorian vessel before it is to late." She stated firmly. Dumas nodded his head. "We will need to notify the High Command of this development first. We will be leaving the Archaic System."

…

Later that day …

He was consumed by total darkness. Then, he reluctantly opened his eyes. Pain and nausea flared through his system. He attempted to suppress any unsatisfactory emotions. A bright blinding light blocked his view of the surrounding area. Somal narrowed his eyes. After several seconds of intense focus, a large shape filled his visual censors.

His female captor stood right before him. "You," Somal hissed in distress. He attempted to sit up, however, his movements were cut short by his chains. Somal looked down to his confined limbs. "Release me!" He ordered to the Andorian woman. The woman scanned him momentarily, and then let out a cold laugh. "Unless you want to join your five other Vulcan brethren in a cell, you should probably shut up."

Somal narrowed his eyes again. "I am not Vulcan." He hissed. She rolled her eyes. "So I have been told." She walked around his bed, and leaned over the other side. "You look pretty Vulcan to me." She reached out and lazily traced the rim of his ear. Somal involuntarily shivered. A smile crossed the Andorian's lips. "No one ever told me your ears were sensitive." She teased him. Somal raised an eyebrow, and then smirked: "Well, now you know. Please refrain from touching them."

There was some firmness in his voice. "You don't mean that." She humored him as she moved in to stroke his slanted eyebrow. Somal scanned her physical features. She had light blue skin, short white hair, and a rather petite body. Somal was filled with embarrassment. If his peers ever discovered this tiny Andorian woman had defeated in combat, he would never hear the end of their taunts.

"Where am I?" Somal calmly asked the woman. "Your on one of the finest Imperial Guard star ships." Somal looked around the ship: the vessel looked remedial at best. He appeared to be in what was the equivalent of an underdeveloped sick bay.

"How did you manage to defy our censor logs?" He inquired of her. She looked at him funny, for she was clearly perplexed. He sought to clarify his statement: " Your ship went undetected by both our chief vessel, and our various micro-units." Somal pressed forward. She laughed again, and leaned forward. "Believe it or not, your are not the only species with fancy toys." She hit the bottom of his chin gently. Somal got the immediate indication she was attracted to him. This confounded him. She had almost tried to kill him hours earlier. Somal looked around the room again in pure embarrassment. He was always socially awkward when it came to interacting with the opposite gender in regards to these

Somal was about to respond with a witty comment when the sick bay doors opened. Somal looked to the opening. A short male Andorian was located at the entrance. Somal immediately thought back to his childhood studies. The small Andorian man reminded him of the infamous Napoleon Bonaparte. "Naru," he yelled to his subordinate. She turned his head: "Yes, Commander Shran." The woman bowed her head. "I need you to …" Shran stopped his sentence when he saw his company.

"Who the hell are you?" The Andorian hissed aloud. " I am Sub-Commander Somal of Neovulterra." Somal exclaimed incredibly formally. "May I inquire to whom am I speaking with?" The Andorian narrowed his eyes and then turned to his colleague. "You didn't tell me you had another Vulcan here in sickbay." Shran firmly stated.

She shrugged her soldiers: "Oh well, I thought we could give the other five to the High Command, and maybe keep this one around for fun." Naru exclaimed with some humor. "This isn't a joke, Naru. What I am suppose tell the Vulcans? I am sorry: I miss counted heads and only reported five Vulcans when there were exactly six. Soval is going to think I have remedial math skills."

Somal narrowed his eyes. "Soval?" He exclaimed aloud before he could think. Somal immediately thought back to his mother's statement: You must find Soval. His head turned back to the Andorians. " Who is this Soval?" Shran and Naru looked at him rather oddly. Naru then turned her head, and looked at Shran. "He is not from Vulcan. There is no way he would know him." She spoke to Shran.

Shran narrowed his eyes and studied Somal's physical form. Something very odd struck Shran. This Somal, in some regard, shared a similar resemblance the present Vulcan ambassador Soval. They both had very similar facial structures. Both had the same dark brown eyes, and well-built frame. The only main difference was that Somal possessed slightly curly dark black hair. Then again, Shran thought, all Vulcans looked alike.

Shran pulled up a chair. He sat directly next to Somal. " I am going to ask you the same questions I asked your crew mates. Why did you attack our post?" Shran asked as calmly as he possibly could. Somal stared blankly at the man. "And I will give you the same answer my colleagues clearly gave you: we did no such thing." Shran narrowed his eyes. "I have informed your Vulcan High Council of what you have done."

Somal rolled his eyes. Shran looked taken back. Such a facial feature was non-existence among Vulcans. " I am not Vulcan. I have never been to the world of Vulcan. I have absolutely no ties to Vulcan." Somal responded with some irritation. "So I have been told by your crew mates." Shran then leaned forward. "So where are you from Somal?" Somal was silent for a moment and then proceeded to speak. " I am from a world located within the Archaic System. Its name is Neovulterra."

Shran narrowed his eyes. "I have never heard of this world before." Somal shook his head. "Few have. We have never been involved in your international affairs prior till now. Any collaboration with the outside market is founded purely upon trading. Our trading is limited to that of few species. Besides …" Somal turned his head: "Few species have ever ventured out our way. You saw the outer boundaries of our system. While the rewards one can potentially reap by coming our way are great, the dangers that lurk in the shadows often outweigh the benefits."

Shran nodded his head. "Tell me … Sub commander … " There was some cynicism in Shran's voice. "If you are not Vulcan … then what are you?" Somal readjusted his position. "I am Vulmen." Shran let out a chuckle. "What is the difference? You look Vulcan." Somal shifted his head to the side: " I am of both Terran and Vulcan descent. Vulcans do not possess any Terran heritage."

Shran's eyes widened at that statement: " Are you saying you're half pink-skin?" Somal had absolutely no idea what the colloquial phrase, pink skin, meant. He chose to disregard the Andorian's statement and further clarify his previous response. " I am half Earthling, if that is what you mean." Shran looked upward to the ceiling. This day just kept getting better and better.

Shran took a breath and sighed to himself. Vulcans or Vulmens. They both shared similar ancestry so the genetic difference was irrevellent. "Now, I am going to ask you the same question again. Why did you attack our vessel and murder our crew." Somal shook his head: " Are Andorians always this repetitive? I just informed you a few minutes prior my crew had absolutely nothing to do with the murders on your vessel."

Shran scoffed to himself. "If you didn't kill the crew, who did?" Somal shrugged his shoulders in irritation: " I don't know. They were dead when we arrived." Shran countered his response: "What were you doing there?" Somal narrowed his eyes. "Your cargo ship was operating in outside our system. Your vessel had attempted to penetrate the outer boundaries of our system. I was sent to negotiate a territorial agreement."

Shran smirked at him: "Why do you think we would agree to such a negotiation." Somal took a deep breath. "It seemed like a better alternative than forced eviction." He stated with sarcasm. There was a split moment Shran thought he was talking to Ambassador Soval. Well … a more younger, more arrogant version of Soval.

A long silence occurred between the two men. "Where is my crew?" Somal whispered out loud. "Where is my crew?" He repeated himself more firmly. "Some of your 'Vulmen' crew members are located in the brink." Somal looked upward to Shran. "Where are we going?" Shran smirked to himself. "We are going to meet some Vulcan and Human colleagues. You can explain yourself to them."

Shran spoke again. "The Imperial Guard will not allow this course of action to go unpunished. We will be sending members of our fleet to investigate this … situation." Shran said in warning. "And if this supposed … Neovulterra … does exist, we will make you pay!"

Somal sat there for a moment. He had remained completely emotionless up until the time being. Out of nowhere, Somal bursted out laughing. "You Nirak." He hissed at him. Shran stood up, and punched Somal in the face.

...

So ? What did you think? Nirak means fool in Vulcan. If you need further confirmation, please recheck season four of Enterprise. Next time, expect a perplexed Enterprise crew, a really mad Vulcan Command, and some revolting childhood memories.