T’Mor waited in the transporter room. Standing straight, breathing deeply. Hiding her nervousness as usual. She stood by and watched as the officer tended the controls, and a figure materialized on the pad. Her eyes grew ever slightly wider upon seeing him.

A younger Vulcan, about 60 years in age, dressed in civilian clothing from Earth. Taller, physical fit, with deep set brown eyes. He carried with him a small instrument case.

“ Solkar,” T’Mor addressed him with a nod.

“T’Mor,” he responded, stepping off the platform.

T’Mor rolled her shoulders back, attempting to relax a bit. She continued,

“I will personally escort you to our quarters.”

They both left the transporter room. Side by side, they walked through the halls of the Ark Angel. Solkar kept looking over to T’Mor, then letting his eyes wander and observing the ship. Then back to T’Mor. Finally she broke the silence,

“Why did you not inform me sooner?”

“I did not anticipate there would be any complications.” he responded.

“If you had informed me sooner, I would have been better prepared.”

“And what was there to prepare?”

|Lt., j.g. T’Mor, Chief Science Officer|