Cole: well Soval maybe I did do a few things

Listens to the agent

Cole: damn. Get ready to make a jump. Soval do you wish to leave or array aboard.

Soval: I shall remain here, for the time being. Unless T'mar has any objections?

T'mar: No objections, ambassador. Though, your departure would be logical.

Soval: The needs of the many--

T'mar: Outweigh the needs of the few. I remember.

Soval: I shall remain here, Director, with your permission.

I have no objections Soval

Soval: Then, should we not make haste?

Cole tilts his head to the side.

Cole: we have already jumped and will be there within a few moments. I should go to the bridge.

*T'mar gets up from the bio-bed.*

T'mar: Director, would you mind if I accompany you, when I'm ready?

Cole: of course you can.

After leaving the med bay cole heads for the bridge checkin on all te ships systems in his head as he heads for the lift.

*After changing out of the medical gown and back into part of her uniform, (Missing the jacket, wearing the black short-sleeved undershirt with gold markings at the shoulders (similar to the in-game markings on the A-01 uniforms) instead. She's also left her phaser pistol and holster with security.) and enters the turbolift.)

T'mar: Main Bridge.

*A wooden staff catches the doors before they close, and Soval enters the lift.*

*After a few seconds*

Computer: Destination?

T'mar: Bridge, no secondary destination. Resume.

*After a few seconds*

Soval: Halt.

*The Turbolift stops, and T'mar leans against the wall of the turbolift, looking at Soval curiously.*

You've let your hair grow.

T'mar: Really? After 8 years, that's all you have to say?

Soval: 7 years, 8 months, 23 days, 5 hours--

T'mar: Shut up!

Soval: What happened on Khitomer was not my fault. Nor was it your grandmother's.

T'mar: You think I blame you?!

You never cared enough to make sure I was okay! The memorial service and then nothing!

Soval: We knew you would endure.

T'mar: No thanks to you. Do you even KNOW how hard it...!

*She breathes deeply.*

Do you know how hard it was for me? My parents were dead and my grandparents lived half a quadrant away. You barely contacted me in all that time! Richard Allington's family was there for me! They were always there!

Soval: You could have come to us on Vulcan.

*T'mar looks at Soval, and then fidgets uncomfortably.*

You see? It works both ways.

If we hadn't cared about you, I wouldn't be here. However, the last several years have been... difficult... for me. Medical appointments, ambassadorial duties, tutelage of young Vulcan scholars, more medical appointments, and did I mention the medical appointments?

*Soval succeeds in putting a smile on T'mar's face, as she tries to contain her amusement. Soval relaxes.*

It's good to see you can still smile, T'mar.

T'mar: What is it?

Soval: T'lak's syndrome. My motor functions are deteriorating faster than normal.

Starfleet medical is looking into a possible treatment.

T'mar: That's good to know.

Soval: Indeed. Though, I've gotten used to the staff.

T'mar: Done? *Soval nods* Resume.

*After a few moments the turbolift stops at the bridge and T'mar helps Soval across the bridge.*

Agent: Director.

Cole : bring us in system all weapons full power. Launch delta squad and find out what the hell happened.