Forge and Fire [BACK POST]

Posted on Fri Mar 15th, 2019 @ 6:30pm by Lieutenant Commander Seleya

Mission: S01E04 The Outpost Has Eyes
Location: Vulcan, Vulcan Forge Region
Timeline: 33 years ago

The hot wind whipped through her hair as she made her way slowly across the Plain of Blood; a reminder of Vulcan’s dark history where many a battle had been fought. The arid red said still had a greenish hue in places as if the very ghosts of Vulcans past cried out in warning to those of the modern time to stay away yet never forget the brutal time in Vulcan’s history.

She found it quiet fitting that she crossed this sandy sea of brutality. Clutching the bundle in her arms she hurried on her way. It would be dark soon and she wanted to make it to the last transport that would leave the south side of Mount Seleya for the city proper. She only planned to be on the planet a few days yet her plans were shot to hell when the unexpected happened.

After a long few hours of travel she’d settled in the shade of a rocky canopy and watched the comings and goings of the T’Karath Sanctuary, a structure with a troubled past of its own. It was only recently that the Vulcan High Command had allowed a secondary monastic structure to be built to house the high priestesses of logic. She’d been told a lot about the beauty of Vulcan and now, being here, she could only say that it was nothing more than a hyped up wasteland.

She wanted off this planet and soon.

Seeing the doors had opened and the women had left she hurried and placed the small basket by the door. She looked down at the basket and reached into her cloak pulling out a paper. She carefully placed it to the side of the wiggling body within. She looked down at it as if studying it for the first time. “You are in the hands of the Gods…both mine and that of the man who sired you.” She gave one last nod and headed away.

She turned one last time before she rounded the curve and then walked on as if all was well.

Time passed slowly, or fast, there was no way to tell. As TPrel and T’Rani walked back towards the monastery they spoke quietly of the upcoming festival and all the preparations that needed to be made. A loud high-pitched sound drew their eyes to the monastery doors. TPrel didn’t bother to hide her gasp. There, merely a few feet away, was a Sehlat. She circled a whicker like basket that had wiggling arms waving out of them. TPrel gasped and then did so again as the Sehlat seemed to push the basket to make it rock. It lay down by it as if entranced by the creature inside it.

The two women cautiously approached. The Sehlat stood and looked between them and the basket and the pounced away. T’Prel hurried to the basket and pulled back the blanket. “A child!”

Her companion hurried inside as T’Prel picked up the bundle and held it close to her heart. In her mind the image of the Sehlat remained. For a moment she could have sworn that the animal was protecting the child. She shook her head as the heavy doors closed behind her. Who would leave a child like this, a Vulcan child?