Home Again

Posted on Mon Jun 5th, 2017 @ 5:22pm by Lieutenant T'Pral

510 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Pulling Together
Location: Vulcan
Timeline: Just after arrival

T'Pral looked up from her meditation at the window in her quarters. The yellow-orange orb of Vulcan rotated languidly as the Calypso settled into orbit. She slowly stood from her kneeling position and purposefully walked a circuit around her quarters, extinguishing the candles lit therein.

It was time.

The meditations had helped, though she had needed them far more than she would have liked. Symptoms were progressing faster than she had anticipated. Luckily, her husband was close at hand, and the situation would be shortly rectified. As he came to her mind, she realized she was looking forward to seeing him again and not just because of the pon-farr.

Reaching the replicator, she shed her uniform and recycled it before ordering traditional Vulcan ceremonial robes. She deliberately donned the garment, ensuring that every fold and crease was perfectly placed. It was almost ritualistic itself; while the garment was simple enough, the care taken in donning it took time. Once it was completed, she grabbed a small duffel and left her quarters. She immediately entered the transporter room and gave the operator the coordinates.

[Vulcan Surface]

It was like stepping into a memory. T'Pral couldn't help but glance around as she entered the neighborhood in which her parents still maintained a home. They were not Starfleet themselves, rather they were employed on the planet. This gave them the opportunity to foster a dwelling, a permanent home to which T'Pral could return on occasion, and inherit when the time came.

"Mother, Father," T'Pral stated as she raised her hand in the Vulcan salute. "Live long and prosper."

"Peace and long life," Valin, her father, stated while returning the salute. As his hand lowered to clasp his other, he added, "It is agreeable to see you again, daughter. It is good events are working out regardless of... circumstance."

T'Pral offered s small bow. "Agreed, Father. Said circumstances were... surprising."

"Indeed."

T'Pur, her mother, spoke, "S'Tras has arrived. He is in the back house." Due to T'Pral and S'Tras's Starfleet careers, T'Pral's parents maintained an outbuilding on their property for just this sort of occasion. A human equivalent would be a guest house, though many might call it a love nest.

T'Pral nodded, "Thank you, Mother. I should go to him post haste."

"Of course, daughter. See us before you leave Vulcan."

The pair retreated to the main building while T'pral rounded the property to the back. The outbuilding was much smaller than the main house, just large enough for the essentials. After all, it was really only for one purpose. She approached the door and it apparently opened of its own accord. S'Tras stepped out, clad in his own impeccable ceremonial robes, and greeted his wife. "Live long and prosper, wife."

"Peace and long life, husband." Their hands didn't drop, but pressed forward to meet between them. It was a more intimate version of the greeting. S'Tras then led T'Pral into the house and the door closed behind them.

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Lt T'Pral
Chief Engineer
USS Calypso

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Lt S'Tras
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Exeter

 

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