Post by Mae on Dec 15, 2008 19:23:11 GMT -5
Soft, warm light flickered delicately in the air, filling the sparse grey quarters with an almost trancelike atmosphere. The glow came from a series of candles, set in low holders on the floor in a semi-circle formation. In addition to a bright luminescence, the flames also produced a strange, almost bitter scent in the air, like an exotic form of incense rising in wafting spirals from the holders. It was perhaps an unpleasant smell to the human senses, but the occupant of the room was not of Earth.
Vulcan Sub-commander T'Pol breathed in deeply from where she was seated on the floor of the chamber, hands resting in front of her and forefingers steepled. Her eyes were closed, focused on nothing but the sense of being, on the aroma filling the air and the feeling of perfect oblivion and harmony that was the goal of her meditation. But no emotion.
Unfortunately, the comm system rudely interrupted her trance a few moments later. "Archer to T'Pol." The Vulcan opened her eyes very slowly, unmoving for a moment. Then she rose, stepped carefully around the candles, and answered the summons.
"Yes, Captain."
"The Vulcan High Command has just hailed us. They say they want to talk to you."
T'Pol's eyes narrowed for a moment. It was unusual that the High Command should contact Enterprise so unexpectedly, and especially when there was no obvious matter of urgency at the moment. But then again, they had taken a great deal of interest in Archer's activities and that of the rest of the crew during the past few months.
"Did they explain their reason for contacting us?" T'Pol asked after a moment, rather hoping to receive a definitive answer.
Archer's reply, however, was negative. "No. Not yet, anyway. I get the feeling that this is some sort of Vulcan issue that's making them drop in on us like this. Maybe if you talk with them we can find out what's really going on."
"I will be there in a few moments." The Sub-commander switched off the comm and retraced her steps back into the middle of the room. She stared at the candle flames for a brief moment, watching their flickering dance. Then, methodically, she picked up each one, blew it out, and placed in on a nearby table. When all had been extinguished, T'Pol turned on her heel and exited her quarters, heading for the bridge to discover what the Vulcan High Command wished to speak with her about now.
Vulcan Sub-commander T'Pol breathed in deeply from where she was seated on the floor of the chamber, hands resting in front of her and forefingers steepled. Her eyes were closed, focused on nothing but the sense of being, on the aroma filling the air and the feeling of perfect oblivion and harmony that was the goal of her meditation. But no emotion.
Unfortunately, the comm system rudely interrupted her trance a few moments later. "Archer to T'Pol." The Vulcan opened her eyes very slowly, unmoving for a moment. Then she rose, stepped carefully around the candles, and answered the summons.
"Yes, Captain."
"The Vulcan High Command has just hailed us. They say they want to talk to you."
T'Pol's eyes narrowed for a moment. It was unusual that the High Command should contact Enterprise so unexpectedly, and especially when there was no obvious matter of urgency at the moment. But then again, they had taken a great deal of interest in Archer's activities and that of the rest of the crew during the past few months.
"Did they explain their reason for contacting us?" T'Pol asked after a moment, rather hoping to receive a definitive answer.
Archer's reply, however, was negative. "No. Not yet, anyway. I get the feeling that this is some sort of Vulcan issue that's making them drop in on us like this. Maybe if you talk with them we can find out what's really going on."
"I will be there in a few moments." The Sub-commander switched off the comm and retraced her steps back into the middle of the room. She stared at the candle flames for a brief moment, watching their flickering dance. Then, methodically, she picked up each one, blew it out, and placed in on a nearby table. When all had been extinguished, T'Pol turned on her heel and exited her quarters, heading for the bridge to discover what the Vulcan High Command wished to speak with her about now.