New Home

The weather forecast announced another period of sunny days, forcing many people to stay in theirs homes, seeking for shelter. T'Plek was watching them as they were walking by the streets as fast as possible, hiding in every shadow. Her home planet has never been kind for its inhabitants, but lessons taken from hostile environment were very valuable.

T'Plek was on her way to the StarFleet HQ building, with just a small bag in one hand and a staff in the other. The staff had been a gift from a fellow diplomat, given to her in recognition of her work as diplomatic aide. Long, almost a metre and half in length, with various symbols carved all along the staff was reminding T'Plek just how important and deep her occupation could be. The story behind the staff was quite fascinating, resolving the military conflict with only few meetings and one blackmail was indeed impressive. Now she was about to enter USS Leviathan-B, where another such assignment was waiting for her. And she was looking forward to it.

A shuttle was already waiting on the launching pod, one of great things of being an ambassador - they always took good care about her, no matter who 'they' actually were. T'Plek once found out that politely stated demand for nice and useful quarter, good communication or some stuff like food were always provided. Not that she needed any of them, but it made her hosts feel comfortable that they had given her all she required. For her, it was just another way to make 'good relations', as humans used to call it, another fascinating feature of many races. She was well aware of what each race considers as those relations, and anywhere she went she was setting best possible interracial stances. In fact, she was very good in it.

One of compliments she received about it was from Klingon diplomat, Khaa'rt, who simply said 'It would be honour to die by your hand." Oh well, he was drunk then.

The pilot of the shuttle looked at T'Plek with curiosity in his eyes and smiled kindly, showing her a seat place with hand gestures, however T'Plek took a seat next to him at a secondary console. She was not going to pilot the shuttle or help in any way, but she found that watching space was always inspiring to her, and it was the seat with best view. She also noted that pilot neither asked her for the orders nor for destination - it meant he was well informed about her assignment; possibly he was working for Intelligence of any nation, as he seemed to know her well. She was wondering when humans were going to learn how to hide obvious lies like this one, but of course she didn't show any sign of recognition. After all, she was a diplomat, and meeting people from Intelligence was quite a common for her. As she expected the pilot did not say a single word during whole voyage, knowing she preferred silence. Fascinating...

The USS Leviathan-B was impressive; the dock around it was merely a shell for a white pearl. The activity around it was also quite interesting; T'Plek noted a weapons pod being installed, some minor adjustment being made. She was not an engineer or a tactician, but she could recognize battle modifications being made. Interesting, official ship orders said nothing about the war, only standard dangers waiting in unknown space. The shuttle made a graceful curve around the ship and the docking bay appeared. Just a minute later T'Plek was standing on the surface of the shuttlebay, watching the security officer approaching her.

"Good afternoon, Ambassador. May I see your orders?" He asked with a smile, but T'Plek could see he was in fact quite bored and tired of his duty. She gave him her Padd and watched him carefully, then she asked with warm voice. "You seem quite tired by your duty, Ensign ?"

The surprise of the guard was visible; he did not expect anyone to talk to him today, especially kindly. After a second he looked straight into her eyes, this time his face was showing true emotions.

"Yes Ma'am. Standing here all the day, watching the Padds and greeting everyone... but someone has to do it and today is my turn..."

"I understand. But I assume that your colleagues have nothing more to do than you have, Ensign."

"Not exactly, Ma'am. Just minutes ago there was a security emergency, they were looking for...." He paused for a second as his sense of ship-survival kicked in "...for someone. Should I show you your quarter, Ambassador ?"

The possibilities for gathering information have gone now as the Ensign haf became formal, but T'Plek already learned about something that happened on the ship minutes ago. Certainly it was nothing concerning her, but she was always considering an extensive amount of knowledge as necessary. She thanked kindly and headed to her quarters, reviewing the Padd with new information from ship computer.

When she arrived to her quarter she already had some knowledge about the ship crew, last missions and general vessel specifications. One person was looking most intriguing for her now - a Diplomatic Officer, Patrick Law. He was supposed to be the link between her and the ship command officers and T'Plek was determined now to find out more about him.

“Graduated with high honours, great self-control, interested in sport... looks like a perfect officer. Let's see...” She said to herself as she opened second Padd, this one was far more different than standard Federation issues. While its main function was to provide T'Plek with database concerning other species, it was also contains the data of many Federation officers, written from Vulcan point of view.

“Likes good parties, drinks a lot, interested in picking up women.... now this is far more important.” She continued.

*This Padd was quite informative.* T'Plek Thought and after a second she closed the Padd and tapped her comm badge:

“T'Plek to Ensign Law. Could we meet in nearest future ?"