Hoshi wonders how long she could keep the pace she had set for herself.
Endless translations, trying to diciper multiple languages, and unravel enough information to defuse a bomb that will end all of mankind.
By noon Friday.
Of last week.
There was just no time.
There was no time to breath.
Swimming. If you could hold on that bit more before coming up for air. That edge had got her top medals in competitions.
And it worked, like back in school and then at the academy, so much to accomplish in such lithe time,
Just hold life's breath a moment, here a moment there.
She did and the proof was her position at this point in her life.
Her place on Enterprise was due to endless pushing the envelope in her life path that lead her here.
These aliens picked the wrong captain and crew to throw a gauntlet down on.
And the wrong women to throw a time consuming task at. Breath.
Hoshi is on her way to the war room to work on an encrypted message.
Concentrating on her PADD, tunnel visited to the task at hand, she suddenly stops.
Confused as to what has made her halt, she takes in her surroundings. At this hour the decks are mostly empty.
Seeing no one about, and nothing out of place she shrugs it off, and starts to walk again. Only to immediately stop. And listen.
Faintly she can make out a voice, or voices?. The content of the sound was different.
Utterances she didn't hear every day. Specifically the language. Vulcan.
Other than T'Pol , she wasn't aware anyone else on board knew this dialect.
Recalling never hearing T'Pol speak to herself, begged the question who was the other speaker? And what were they talking about?
No, that would be eavesdropping. Well, eavesdropping if she could figure out what was being said.
Vulcans were a bit uptight about using their words with non Vulcans.
They seemed to prefer to use the native speech of the people they were dealing with over their own tongue.
Would T'Pol teach someone her language ? Who would need, or want to know Vulcan ?
Glancing at her PADD, she had to let this mystery keep. Heading off once again to the war room.
Breath.