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Time to look for the author...*** Re: Personal Log Entry: Erei'Arrain T'Shana cha'AAnikh - "Bequest" |
..........CONTINUATION
T'Shana takes a long drink from her tea. The peppermint-valerian root mixture is helping to calm her nerves. Her pupils slowly return to their normal state. Perhaps confessing this, to the computer at least, will help to ease the pangs of conscience pricking her more often than not.
"At the time, I was functioning as Science officer on the upgraded Sovereign class... despite originally being assigned the task of evaluating the updates to the ship and consulting with Engineering on the field worthiness of them... uhm... I suppose now is a good time to mention that I was known to the crew as Doctor T'Shana Tubed... ugh... on a field assignment, for the first time. I've never been out on a mission to unknown worlds before... you see, I used to be a proud member of the Engineering Team at Utopia Planetia Fleet Yards... held a pretty high position there."
Her eyes get that far off look in them, as if she suddenly realizes just how far she has strayed from the person she was back then. And how much trouble she has gotten herself into in the meantime... or is in at the moment. It would have been inconceivable to her way back when.
"Anyways... ugh... We had a very inquisitive and alert young doctor on board the Columbia, who after looking into what she deemed to be some abnormal readings in my DNA revealed to me that I was indeed half Romulan, not half Vulcan. Of course, I questioned her findings, after all, why had no one else discovered that as of yet? It's not like the Academy doctors take physical exams lightly... or are uneducated... But she was adamant that she was correct, and she even challenged me to inspect her research and find fault with it if possible.... which I couldn't...
"As she put it, despite me only having partially vulcanoid DNA, and Romulans and Vulcans being distant cousins, there are some tell-tell differences on closer inspection. The only reason I can think of that the Academy doctors did not examine my DNA any closer would be that they had no reason to doubt my mother's information on my father's origin... which at the same moment confirms that no one would have to worry the Federation is so paranoid as to dig into anyone's ancestry to find supposed spies in their midst."
She drinks a little more of the tea, slowly relaxing into a less agitated state. Though, talking about the events of that fateful day is making her anything but happy.
"A few days after that revelation... and many excruciatingly long hours agonizing over the repercussions of this knowledge, we found ourselves confronted by several Romulan ships... Owing to the cunning of our Captain, we actually managed to get away from them in one piece... though, the ship had been damaged enough to require long hours of repair work... we remained in pursuit of one of the warbirds, heading for Sector 001...
"During that terrifying battle I had helped out in Main Engineering, and while I was patching up a rather large plasma leak on one of the conduits, we received a devastating blow to a vital section of the ship... in turn the area I was working in was flooded with radiation... the section was automatically sealed off by the computer, all personnel scrambling to get out... except me... I had been rendered unconscious...
"Now, the transporter chief made every effort to beam me out of the sealed room, but only succeeded after several tries.... which left me exposed to the radiation for an extensive amount of time before I finally materialized on a bio bed."
She reaches up to her head, rubbing it for a moment, in a subconscious effort to reassure herself that everything is normal now. But is it truly? Not according to what Dr. Fyrstk explained to her earlier.
"Ugh... much of the next few hours I don't remember, but according to the doctor's report, my neural activity was rather erratic and deteriorating at a steady pace. He informed the Captain of my condition, did some research in my files and in the Starfleet database to see what he could do to stabilize me more... and finally determined I needed several uncontaminated component, including spinal fluid. For that, he needed to find a compatible donor. Of course, if I were actually half Vulcan, that wouldn't have been so hard, but half Romulan... there aren't many Romulans in Starfleet... it was posing a definite challenge..."
She exhales forcefully.
"Thanks to that damn creep... uhm... my father, I mean..."
..........TBC
