Once More Unto the Breach

Posted on Tue Jan 7th, 2020 @ 4:53am by Commodore Jane Saulitis
Edited on on Sun Jan 26th, 2020 @ 9:35pm

Mission: Promenade
Location: Raal, Vulcan, Sporek Compound
Timeline: Prior to Negotiations
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Raal was once of the few places on Vulcan that boasted a temperate climate, similar to that of the Mediterranean on Earth. Although it had been well over a millennia since any of the three active volcanoes in the area last erupt, the Fire Plains of Raal remained active, providing a little bit of excitement and danger to an otherwise peaceful region of Vulcan. Sporek's ancestral compound was nestled atop of large hill which sat above the Voroth Sea, and located hundreds of kilometers from Vulcana Regar, Raal's largest city. Sporek's ancestors had maintained this home since well before the Great Awakening. Sporek was fortunate to have inherited it upon his parent's retirement from public life, and in his last two years on Vulcan saw fit to modernize and expand it while still maintaining its ancient architecture.

"Are you sure you're ready to let this all go?" A familiar voice said to him. Sporek had been meditating outside, the Voroth Sea's mighty waves crashed beneath him, a cool ocean breeze swept through his hair, carrying with it the salt of the sea.

Sporek eyes opened, the softness of his wife's voice was still mighty enough to tear him out of his deep contemplation. "I will have to be," he replied calmly, his baritone voice barely audible over the sound of the waves beneath them.

"Well, I for one, cannot wait for you to get out of here," Anaadia, replied with a smirk. "All you've done is dote over this house, it's good for you to get back to work!"

As Sporek stood up from his spot of meditation he turned to face Anaadia directly. "You speak as though my presence has here has disturbed you," he voice still remained even keeled and devoid of any emotion.

"Disturb no, but I cannot speak for your lack of visual aesthetic," she retorted, taking a clear jab at his decorating skills, or apparently lack thereof.

Sporek's left eyebrow rose in the fashion typical of any Vulcan who had just been made the butt of someone else's joke, it was an adorable combination of perplexity and feigned offense. "I suppose in my absence you will undo all the work I have done?" he replied.

"Not entirely, just...improve upon it," Anaadia replied with a smile. "My dear husband, it will be too long before I see you again, I'm going to miss you," she said as she walked up to Sporek. Their height difference that Sporek had to crane his neck in order to have his lips meet hers.

After their brief kiss Sporek stretched out his arm, leaving only his index and middle finger up, while the others were clasped together tightly. Anaadia's finger met his and the two stared deeply, and longingly into one another's eyes. "I will take care to ensure I come home to you again."

"How much trouble could a Chief Diplomatic Officer get into anyway?" she said knowing full and well that his chosen career path posed just as many risks as any other branch in Starfleet. Hell, they owed their entire courtship due to an attempt on his life. She looked up him knowingly, although he could never fully express the depths of his thoughts...his feelings, Anaadia knew she was loved by Sporek. "It is going to be even quieter in this house without you," she finally added.

"Not for much longer," Sporek replied, placing his hand on her stomach.

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