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Now I Know

Posted on Saturday September 14th, 2019 @ 5:24am by Lieutenant Brantley Davison MD
Edited on on Saturday September 14th, 2019 @ 5:41am

Mission: Whatever The Cost May Be
Location: Vulcan Forest, Overlooking Mount Seleya
Timeline: Sept. 26th, 2155

The mind-meld lasted longer than any he had shared with Kanar. When she finished and pulled her hand away from his face, she said, "I know medicine!" He followed with, "I know MACO tactics!"

That was the beautiful part of a mind-meld. Not only could they pass along thoughts and emotions they could also pass along experience, training, and education. In this case, while a great deal of Brantley's medical experience had been shared, much more of her experience as a fighting expert had crossed into his mind. "Why didn't Losea'a tell me? Why didn't you tell me? Hell, why didn't I ever get it from Kanar?"

"Well," L'ral started, "Nana Kanar didn't know I was training in MACO tactics. Honestly, neither did grandma Losea'a. I didn't really want them knowing I was planning on joining your fleet in the war against the Romulans. That is... if there is still a war going on by the time we get moving. It seems like the Universe is trying to keep me from being a part of that experience."

"And you consider that to be a bad thing?" he asked. "What would your family do if you were to be killed while fighting the Romulans, whether in direct combat or being aboard a vessel that got destroyed? What then?"

She sighed, "The same thing they would do if I died while in service on a Vulcan ship in the war. They'd grieve the way Vulcans grieve and move on."

"So, what, that's it? No second thoughts, no regrets?"

"To what end? Life is a matter of choices. We either choose to take part, or we choose not to. I've never regretted going through any of the training I have with your fleet. I see it as being no different than the training you've undertaken with our medical institute. You are learning to save lives, and I'm responsible for protecting them."

"Do you honestly think it's the same?" he asked her genuinely.

"Don't you?" she responded, just as genuinely.

He stopped to think about that before responding, and realized he didn't have an answer. "I suppose not," he finally conceded. "I really wish there was a way to move past this whole ugly moment in history. Eventually, the fleet will either defeat the Romulans, the Romulans will best the fleet, or there will be a stalemate." He looked her deep in the eyes, leaned in and kissed her. "You can protect me anytime you want," he said to her, giving her another, longer kiss.

They shared another intimate moment together via mind-meld before leaving Kanar's beloved spot. They walked together hand-in-hand until they reached the eye-sight of the town in which L'ral lived in. "Do we have to hide it?" he asked.

"You know we do, at least for now. Hell, I'm surprised I've managed to hide the fact I've gone through MACO training, as well as Officer Candidate School. Then again, it's possible the Vulcan High Command knew the entire time."

"Do you really think that's a possibility?" he spat back.

"I don't know," she said as sincerely as possible. "I suppose it's possible, and I hope it's not true, but it's got to be a possibility. The High Command has its reasons for keeping close tabs on the Earth fleet, especially as impulsive as your Captain Archer was in returning the Klingon to his people. Honestly, if it wasn't for T'Pol staying on board the ship, I have a feeling we would have had a ship following Enterprise from the moment it left its spacedock."

His dark brow furrowed, and his already deep voice went lower, "Are you suggesting T'Pol's role on Enterprise was as a spy?"

"Absolutely not," she quickly replied. "Think of her more as a 'cultural observer.'"

"And you?" he asked.

"We are at war. The Romulans aren't just killing humans. They're killing Klingons, Denobulans, Andorians, Vulcans... they aren't exactly a 'take prisoners' kind of group. I know it's very non-Vulcan of me, but I want an opportunity to take revenge."

"Well, Lieutenant, you may very well get your chance. Just remember, be careful what you wish for, you just might get it."

"I'm not afraid of being found out, Brant. In fact, the sooner it comes out, the better it would probably be all around, although I hardly doubt it's a secret amongst my people, with as tight of surveillance as the High Council has on your fleet."

"Is it really that bad?" he asked, probably out of naivety.

"Yeah, I think it is. That doesn't mean it's a bad thing. Enterprise managed to pull out successful missions, and of course, there was the debacle at the sanctuary with helping the Andorians prove that we were spying on them."

"And that's a positive?" he asked, kind of bewildered.

"Actually, as odd as it may seem, yes. It helped to cement a trusting relationship between the Earth fleet and the Andorians, and it finally meant the Vulcans had to accept the Andorians were not an enemy. It's just too bad it required the carnage and death of so many Vulcans, Andorians and humans at the hands of the Romulans to make the point."

"Yeah. I don't want to risk any more lives than are absolutely necessary to ensure the safety of our species," he said, almost as a consolation. "The meaninglessness of it all, that's the real tragedy. The Romulans had nothing to gain by going to war with us, other than to try to break apart the apparent alliance. I mean, the Klingons aren't part of it, but the rest of the species involved seem to be pretty tight-knit."

"I hope so, the Vulcans can't stand alone. The Andorians can't stand alone. The only people that the Vulcans and Andorians trust, are you, humans. So let's do what we can to make sure the uneasy alliance remains as tight as possible."


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