T’Shura entered her quarters a bit mystified. Why would the Vulcan High Command be comming her?
Well, she wouldn’t know until she answered the comm and she really shouldn’t keep them waiting.
She moved quickly over to her desk where the comm station sat and slid into her seat while commanding the computer on.
“Computer, play comm call.” The Starfleet logo disappeared and Administrator V’Las appeared on screen.
“Commander T’Shura,”He said as his hand raised in the traditional Vulcan salute. “ May you Live long and Prosper.” He said with proper decorum.
“Peace and long life to you, Administrator.” T’Shura said as she felt some impatience for the necessary politeness though this did not show in her demeanour.
“I am sorry to inform you that your parents, T’Rel and Sub Commander Strrav were killed this morning in a shuttle accident. Your sister TPrel has requested that you return to Vulcan to assist in arrangements. I have been in contact with Starfleet Command and had your leave expedited. Your Captain should receive proper notice shortly and a shuttle has been sent to pick you up.”V’Las paused finally and waited for her response.
T’Shura did not respond immediately as she fought to keep her composure and absorb the news.
“I see. Thank you for informing me so quickly, Administrator. I will be prepared for the shuttle. Please inform my sister that I will be enroute shortly.”
V’Las nodded curtly, “Of course, Commander. The records will be available for you if you have any other questions, V’Las out.”
The screen blacked before returning the Starfleet emblem and T’Shura sagged back against her seat for a few moments as she blinked rapidly. It seemed unreal that her parents were gone, this was going to take a while for to accept.

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