My father termed this planet 'new Vulcan' and the unfortunate description became the common name among Star Fleet's personnel.
I am inclined to use the Vulcanir name my people whisper under their breath: Purgatory. Not quite hell: a place of waiting, where oblivion would be a respite from despair and emptiness.
I close my eyes, blocking out the dust and the alien disaster response workers busily erecting the infrastructure of this new world.
They admire and wonder at our equanimity, our calm control. But it is a deception.
These Vulcan refugees…I can sense it….burn with sorrow, no less than I.