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"Hello, Elizabeth." Trip passed his hand in front of the girls face a few times, she was obviously out of it, possibly from what the aliens had given her.
Trip was a bit worried, this wasn't good. He didn't know her that much, but he didn't want any harm to come to her.
Trip paced a bit in the room, before trying to shake her again. Nothing.
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"Cats?" T'Pol looked at the young girl in front of her disbelievingly.
"Yes I just said that are you deaf?" Beth rolled her eyes.
"Are you speaking of the Caitians?" Beth shrugged.
"Maybe. Do they look like ugly cats, then if so yes." T'Pol frowned.
"Why would they abduct you? I met them recently and they seem ... pleasant enough."
"Don't know." Beth looked around, there was nothing... boring, taking a seat she sighed.
"Well this isn't any worse than the other white room."
T'Pol frowned.
"Wait you said something about Trip."
Beth nodded.
"Yeah he was with me until I go here. Guy with the accent."
"Yes. He's alive."
Beth rolled her eyes for what felt the hundredth time
"Yes, if he was dead I wouldn't of known he had an accent now would I?"
T'Pol nodded.
"True, is there anything else you could tell me about where you are being held hostage?"
"Nope, no windows no nothing, and I'm not being held hostage there anymore now am I, I'm stuck here with you, although you have to explain to me this Vulcan thing."
T'Pol took a seat in front of Beth.
"You are technically not here, since this is not a real place, this is either in my mind or yours, it's a place located in the back of my cerebral cortex where I go to meditate."
Beth grimaced.
"You meditate in your brain, how the heck does that work."
"Very well."
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"How is this possible?"
"I don't believe it." General disbelief went through the room, as the man in the front explained his theory.
"You must remember history? You all remember our shameful past before the time of Surak." Nods.
"The Vulcans that left?"
The Vulcan nodded.
"The ones that Surak's student exiled."
Angry whispers broke out into the vast room.
Another Vulcan stood up, one that wasn't really respected in the room.
"Is it possible it was the other way around?"
"What do you mean?" An Elder stood up as though physically hit.
"Does it not make more sense that we came from another planet, their planet and we were exiled, they are after all more aggressive, I have trouble believing that Vulcans; we who follow Suraks teachings to fight against our brothers."
"They are not our brothers!"
"Blasphemy!"
"We have no scientifical evidence that predates Surak, none at all."
"Our climate is cruel enough to have destroyed any evidence."
"Enough of this! We are not here to talk about our history. We are here to talk about genetics."
The man who was addressing the room nodded.
"You are correct of course ambassador." The man nodded with respect.
"With my research I have discovered that our invisible foe known as the Romulans, are not only copper blooded like us, but share our same genetic disposition, but 2 genes differ, the one responsible for our control and the other responsible for our telepathic abilities."
