Aboard T'Khal in guest quarters, A young Vulcan Sub commander stood at the window and looked on as the Litchfield's hulk hurtled away. In his hands he held a battered journal book. Behind him. It's owner slept on the old earth chair known as a recliner. In her lap lay a large duffel. When the ships run away engines started power surges throughout the ship. She had been caught in one of the arcs while trying to assist in repairs. The Sub Commander had managed to get her stabilized, securing her unconscious form back in that monstrosity of a chair, then activating the beacons when the KDF ships had started rescue efforts.

-T'Sai Hyder. This is not an appropriate manner to be presented to your perspective A'dun. Sarda will be quite saddened.

He stopped his thoughts by glancing down at the book he held. He opened it again. Passing over the letter from her former boss. Going to the three or four pages following. They had been filled with tightly packed Vulkhansu script. Fortunately. It relayed nothing intimate. Only being instruction for the bearers when they arrived at Kitittan. He read on until he found a name. Reaching out to the monitor. He keyed in a code and was greeted by the T'Khal's, com officer.

" Thou has need?"-v "

"I have. One of our passengers has a sponsor or person of concern at our destination. If the captain allows, I wish to affect contact same to update status."-v "

"As thou may."-v came the reply. It was a short wait then the monitor came alive again. The human female regarded him a moment then spoke.

" KDC, how may I assist OSU?"-v

"Ha T'Sai." He answered. Then forwarded his inquiry to locate a young Vulcan male who was currently employed by the ECS ground teams at Sol-Heln. It was a matter that needed to be presented. He forwarded the man's name and information and said the situation was grave. Finishing. He waited as she quickly wrote up what he had requested. She looked at him when she finished. Saying.

" I will affect same OSU."-v

"My thanks.."-v

He replied as the screen went dark. Closing the journal, he turned away from the monitor and approached the woman. Setting the journal on top of the duffel in her lap and straightening. Then considered for a moment what to do next. The medics had done what they could in treating her burns, sedating her to keep her unconscious. More than once, the medic suggested melding with her and affecting a healing trance. Which he had done. But he felt he could go no further. Needing the consent of who he needed to contact before proceeding further. His wait was long and in that time he spent it standing beside the recliner watching her. She was still a beautiful woman. Though she had suffered severe burns. He was still undecided on what to do since all had been done to stabilize her. What would settle her more would be a meld. Which for reasons of propriety he could not do until he briefed this ladies sponsor. His wait ended when the monitor lit up and the face that appeared focused on him.

"Thou has requested I attend?"-v The young Vulcan male asked. His inquirer nodded. But made no effort to move away from the recliner. But simply turned to face the pick up.

"I have need of information young OSU."-v He started off. Pausing. He looked at his caller. One could not miss the harsh pointed look he gave him. Reaching down he grabbed the journal and held it up.

"Does Thou recognize?"- v. He asked.

The face on the monitor looked stunned. " I do. What has happened?"-v

"She was one of the last ones beamed aboard. When we tried to depart Sol Three, our way had been blocked and we had been forced to head directly for the star. Science officer V'Tok assisted in affecting an escape vector. A very desperate act, but we attained the desired result. They executed a course that humans call a bootstrap, an orbit that traversed dangerously close to the star at warp. However that very action generated devastating consequences. The ships systems shorted, although the warp core and engines remained active for approximately six days. The engines eventually shut down but not before shorting a massive amount of power through many systems and solid bulkheads. Your Telsu was attempting to assist with repairs when she was caught on the edge of one of these surges. Leaving burns and internal injuries. She is stabilized and in an induced trance. We have done what we can for her. However..."-v

He held the journal up once more.

"According to what has been written here. We overstepped her bounds to even treat her. I cannot even affect the meld to reassure her. And I am forced to get your consent to do what is needed. I do understand one such as you would be protective, but not possessive. I am not only forced to gain consent but to confront this impropriety. We arrive in Kitittan in three days. I would have you appear at the house of healing with your senior clan representative. If you wish to carry-on further with this endeavor."-v

The younger man gestured with his hand. Stopping the speaker. "If thou requires mine consent. It is given. And of what else is implied OSU, she is a trusted colleague that we reached out to save. We used my initial interest in her to affect a priority rescue. I have no agreeable interest other than she is a respected friend and colleague. Through her rescue. We have reconstituted the team and they will be serving at Sol-heln. Please do what is required."-v

The man looked at the screen a moment.

"Then it will be done. I will still expect you at the healing hall with your elder. That is all I will ask."-v

Cutting the connection after finishing what he had to say. He turned towards the recliner laying his hand on her face. With a sigh he began.