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"I appreciate your willingness to meet here, Commander," came the voice of a male Vulcan.
"I had no choice, T'Shal," Burnham said. "You claimed to know the assassin."
"Quite well," T'Shal said. "Not much of a mutual."
"Spill it," Burnham requested.
"Your father adopted T'Shay," T'Shal said. "it was a controversial move due to T'Shay's past."
"I am aware of it," Burnham said. "A genetically altered child purposely edited to take out fatal genes and replaced with healthy ones. The race that father had been in was sound and logical, property of a priest, doomed to live a life not treated well, and his Vulcan heritage does not make it controversial."
"That child is half Klingon," T'Shal said. "edited after birth."
"What good would a child have part of the war?" Burnham asked. "Nothing."
"He is T'Kuvma's son," T'Shal said. "So you see, your adopted sibling could end the war. The Federation wants to return the child to T'Kuvma's relative, Voq, and negotiate a treaty."
"Sarek said no," Burnham said.
"Sarek said yes," T'Shal said. "He was going to hand the child over to the Shenzhou. With this attack, this throws everything into jeopardy."
"Sarek would not let a adopted child return to a threatening life that they had been rescued from," Burnham said.
"Being a servant is less threatening than being among Klingons and living in a pacifist society," T'Shal said. "If anything . . . there is Vulcan security guards posted at the S'chn T'gai clan home and they can't protect a household from a bunch of Klingons. If the Klingons wanted, they would send in a Romulan assassin and have everyone-" T'Shal was smacked against the wall with Burnham's arm under his chin pressed against his neck. "inside slaughtered."
"Tell me their name," Burnham said.
The final slap stirred Sarek awake. Sarek's eyes opened to the familiar, stagnate color of the recovery room. Towering over him as Amanda prepared to slap him again. Sarek grabbed a hold of her wrist. The woman was startled at first, however she visibly relaxed. The concern faded from her side of the bond. Relief traveled through their shared bond as husband and wife from Amanda's side.
"Enough, Amanda," Sarek said, then gently let go of the woman's small wrist.
"Sarek," Amanda said, seating herself down.
"My wife, how long have you been awake?" Sarek asked.
"All night," Amanda said.
"You must rest," Sarek said, earning a bemused look.
"I will rest when you're holding me," Amanda said. "No rest for the wicked."
"You are not wicked," Sarek held his two fingers out. "you are the most extraordinary linguistic on Vulcan and the most sublime creature I met."
Amanda completed the ozh'esta.
"It is good to have you back," Amanda said, Sarek raised a eyebrow.
"I never left," Sarek said.
"Michael told me you were thinking otherwise," Amanda said. "Why did you call for her?"
"It was a Klingon dagger," Sarek said. "It was my intention that you had someone be there for you should I not wake up," he briefly sighed. "It was wishful thinking that Captain Lorca not be in the middle of a battle."
"She came," Amanda said, earning a tilt of his head. "You called at the right time, my husband."
"Where is she?" Sarek asked.
"Visiting the Federation Embassy," Amanda said.
Sarek visibly shuddered as though bothered.
"Do the others know?" Sarek inquired.
"They do now," Amanda said, as Sarek placed his hand onto his face. "Your assistant is dealing with your inbox."
"Why did I adopt so many children?" Sarek said, lifting his hand off his face.
"Because you care," Amanda said.
"This is one of those times where I wish that the Vulcan myth that we have no emotions was not a myth," Sarek said.
"Sarek," Amanda said. "if it were ever true. . . You would not be you."
"And I without you," Sarek said
"You silly Vulcan," Amanda said. "No matter how different you are, you will always have me."
"My greatest weakness has lead to my assistant being subject to hundreds of messages," he lowered his hand. "News travels fast in Starfleet." he shook his head. "They all go into Starfleet. . ." His gaze fixated onto his hands. "I believe T'Shay will not get to experience that." the last part came out defeatedly.
Amanda placed her hand into Sarek's.
"We will get through it together, husband," Amanda said.
The house of the S'chn T'gai clan was set on a cliff.
To most humans, it was much like a multi-generational vacation house that had the scenic view.
There were hover motorcycles parked in front of the facility.
A lone hovering motorcycle came to a stop in front of the household.
Two well-armored Vulcan security officers were set at the front door.
The lone figure took off their helmet then the goggles.
Pointy curled ears were evident and human slanted eyebrow was even more shocking than a visitor. The helmet was placed on to the seat of the seat. This was Bondeth, a well respected individual in the Federation. Bondeth climbed up the stairs with hands linked behind her back. She had a dagger in one hand. Bondeth unsheathed the dagger then stabbed it into the first security officer's torso. Bondeth knocked down the second officer. She made three more stab wounds into the Vulcan officer. He fell to his side with a groan as she turned toward the scrambling Vulcan. The second security officer picked up the phaser then fired at Bondeth. Bondeth took out her phaser then fired a hole into the Vulcan's torso. The Vulcan fell freely bleeding out green blood on the porch. Bondeth came to the threshold placing a small device on to the wall. The door opened as she put the dagger into the sheath.
Bondeth was greeted by a growling Sehlat at the stairs that lead downstairs. It lunged toward the assassin. She aimed with precision at the forehead. The Sehlat crashed to the floor landing on its side with a loud thud. Several Vulcan security officers appeared from both ways. In loud phaser blasts, the four Vulcans collapsed to the ground. Bondeth made her way down the stairs, slowly and steadily. There were lots of rooms. There was uncomfortable silence in the halls. She took out a padd then put it back heading down the corridor. Inside help done a lot to finding the target. She came into a bedroom. A a blue, yet bald child with antennas was seated in a meditation pose on a mat. This was easy. Just like she wanted it to be. The likeness of the child with her employer was evident. Only more at peace. She raised her phaser at T'Shay's head.
"Q'apla!" Bondeth said. "Mar'qus, son of Voq, house of T'Kuvma."
There was a click from behind Bondeth.
"Lower your phaser," Burnham said. "now," she was behind the Romulan with the phaser pressed against the taller woman's back. "Or," she trailed the phaser up to the back of the Romulan's head. "I will blow your head off if you press that trigger."
"You wouldn't," Bondeth said, with a snicker. "Vulcans don't kill."
"Unfortunately for you," Burnham said. "I am not. Lower your phaser."
"My employer does not want a liability walking around," Bondeth said. "you know as I do that I can't come out of this alive as well the child."
"His name is T'Shay, clan of S'chn T'gai, house of Sarek," Burnham said. "and he is my little brother."
"Schrodinger's shoot out," Bondeth said. "How comical to go. Here I thought I would go out in a blaze of glory."
"You still can have it by lowering your phaser," Burnham said. "Enough people like you have died today."
"The good die young," Bondeth said. "only the bad die old."
Burnham shook her head.
"Not true," Burnham said. "It's the good who die old and the bad who die young."
"You're biased," Bondeth retorted.
Engulfed into strange orange light that had different shades, Bondeth pressed the trigger except the phaser did not fire. When she reappeared, her phaser broke into several pieces. Burnham quickly came over then applied the Vulcan nerve pinch to the side of her neck. Bondeth collapsed to the floor. Burnham looked over in the direction of Georgiou.
"Philippa," Burnham said.