Soval's Perspective:
The bridge of the T'khut, having been returned to its undamaged condition, was indeed, a much more logical environment in which to command a starship.
One could not detect a rise in crew efficiency, at least not statistically. However the general, mood, dare he say, was most assuredly benefitting from an open area to conduct vessel operations.
For as much as Vulcans were prone to declare their superiority, they themselves did indeed need the occasional creature comfort in order to maintain their logical sequence of thoughts. A statement you would rarely hear repeated among his kind.
"Captain, I am detecting a subspace transmission."
His chair shifted slightly to accommodate the required line of vision. "Humans?"
As his eyebrow raised expectantly at the Lieutenant, he wondered the possible lapse that could have resulted in him increasing the brevity of his speech. This was not the first incident, and if he continued the illogical method a misunderstanding was bound to occur.
"Negative Captain, it is an Andorian frequency." Reported Lieutenant-
Soval blinked, his memory appearing to have failed him.
Most odd.
Yes, yes indeed. It was not often he was unable to recall-, anything. As children Vulcans underwent severe methods in order to ensure their mental resources would not fail them without due cause.
"Shall I decode the message Captain?"
With a mental jerk his attention shifted back to the present, where he himself was met with an expectant eyebrow not his own, the Lieutenant's studious eyes trained upon him.
"Affirmative, proceed."
Within his mind Soval eyed the lack of control, curiously, however this was not the time to dwell on a simple error, no doubt further meditation would be required.
His thoughts, refocused on the outer world were-, astounding.
Soval sucked in a deep breath, for once not caring the presence of his crew.
When his eyes began to take in the surroundings again, released from his analysis it was as if he could see-
A mental snapshot, viewed from the yet unaffected region of his brain Soval halted that line of thought, methodically, logically, stripped it down to its bare essentials and discarded the rampant flow of emotions.
It would appear that I should report to sickbay.
Yes, because even after the positive outcome of that event, inside, hidden where even he was unable to find it, Soval could not help but feel fear…
Tarah's Perspective:
Repairs had proceeded quickly, surprisingly enough neither the Humans nor Vulcans had done or said anything since the escape of Shran and that Pinkskin.
A perfect scenario to say the least, soon the entire Sixth Fleet would arrive, and at this news Tarah couldn't help but feel a certain, childish, joy.
Sure, a childish joy that had to do with the slaughtering of an enemy and the technological advancement of the Andorian Empire. But happiness was happiness, however you put it.
Not to mention my own-, personal, interests.
Oh yes, she would acclaimed a hero of the empire, receive a state of the art Battle Cruiser, and getting off this bucket of bolts in the process.
A twisted smirk worked its way onto her face, a common occurrence in recent days.
This is going to be good…