Lt.Cmdr. T'Lea - Return from nowhere, and back to somewhere

[T'Lea]

((Denali Station - Somewhere))

 

The word ‘exhausted’ didn’t fully embody the breadth of how she felt.  The flight back into the quadrant had been pleasant enough, but it didn’t make up for the arduous months abroad.  No, she would need a full year of R&R on Risa to recover from that torrential crap-fest.

 

While T’Lea enjoyed playing with Star Fleet Intelligence, she did not enjoy playing alongside them.  Luckily, the Spooks got what they wanted from her, and she had cooperated enough with them to be set free. 

 

Cooperation. 

 

That was another word that didn’t quite fit.  There was a moderate cooperation involved, but it was mostly manipulation and placation that ran amuck. 

 

In the end, both parties got what they wanted. 

 

Some more than others. 

 

Some of the artifacts that T’Lea had been coerced into locating, and recovering for SFI were mysteriously missing from the site.  ‘Grave-robbers’ was the term she had used.  Of course, she’d neglected to clarify at what point in time the special items may have been stolen.  Divulging that kind of truth, that the theft had occurred during the immediate mission and by her, seemed counterproductive to their pseudo collaboration. 

 

oO Finder’s keepers, losers weepers. Oo

 

As the Romu-vulc materialized somewhere on the grounds of Denali Station she was still hiding a cheeky grin about her little secret.

 

In her expert opinion, there were some ancient artifacts that did not belong in the hands of any intelligence agency no matter how good their intentions appeared to be.

 

After all, looks could be deceiving.  And isn’t that what intelligence agencies were skilled in?  Deceiving.

 

Besides, she did not appreciated the abrupt, rude and demanding way in which she had being yanked away from the Juneau, and then strong-armed into helping SFI hunt down things that were better left buried with their dead.       

 

But that was all behind her now, and here she was back… well, not-home.  It wasn’t the Juneau, but she was looking forward to seeing familiar faces from the Juneau.

 

For a moment she remained perfectly still.  The dufflebag’s weight tugged at her shoulder, and the temperature in the air brushed against her exposed skin.  This was going to be a cooler climate and something she would probably not get used to, being half Vulcan. 

 

Her blue eyes swept across the unique surroundings.  It was an alien city within an alien habitat.  That pretty much summed up life on the Ring.

 

From her current vantage point she couldn’t see much of the station as a whole.  Filling her view were fragments of tall, sweeping buildings obstructed by other buildings.  She could recall, however, what the magnificent holo-images revealed about the city.  The overall architecture was stunning, and seeing it in person was even more breathtaking.  Everything had a certain kind of easy, calming flow to it.  It was very relaxing and welcoming.

 

None of which, prevented her from feeling totally lost at the moment.

 

T’Lea: So where the frell am I? ::comm. tap:: =/\= Lt.Cmdr T’Lea to Commander Qinn.  I believe I have been oO purposely Oo misplaced by the oO sadistic Oo transporter chief.  Can you verify my location and direct me to your current locale?=/\=

 

Qinn: =/\= response =/\=

 

Any: response

 

Tag  ((OOC:  I’m baaaaaaaaaaAAAAaack!  I missed you guys!  Can’t wait to start simming with old and new faces.*happy dance*))

 

Lieutenant Commander T’Lea 
Historian and Archaeological Officer
Denali Station
Author ID I238301T10