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Family Matters

Posted on Mon Aug 7th, 2017 @ 9:48pm by Lieutenant Commander T'Pral Jordan

Mission: When Iconians Deserve to Die
Location: T'Pral's Quarters
Timeline: After the Hermes side mission

T'Pral was looking forward to some time off finally. It had seemed that whenever she was ready to go on leave, there would be some security or tactical report needing approval, approval of weapons inspections and loadout inspections. As she walked into her quarters aboard the Hera, her comm badge chirrped to life. "Bridge to Lieutenant T'Pral."

Letting out an audible sigh, she slapped her comm badge in frustration. "Go ahead," she managed to reply in a calm voice.

"There is an incoming transmission from an Ambassador S'ark."

Her father was calling her? She wondered what this could be about. "Put it through to the terminal in my quarters."

"Will do. Bridge, out."

T'Pral walked over to the monitor and activated it. The Federation logo screen was soon replaced by the image of an onlder Vulcan male with white hair dressed in traditional vulcan robes. "Father. This is unexpected," T'Pral greeted.

"I know." There was a pause as S'ark looked to be thinking of what to say next. "Your mother and her ship, the USS Indianapolis has gone missing."

Disbelief filled T'Pral. "What do you mean her ship disappeared?"

"I received a message from Starfleet Command that contact with her ship was lost as of 1100 Hours yesterday. They inform me that there is a search ongoing for the ship but so far, there are no reports of finding her ship. It was last reported near the Badlands." Sarek responded.

T'Pral was silent as she went over the information given to her. Growing up, her mother was her biggest supporter--had it not been for her, she would likely have never been accepted into Starfleet. Inside of her, emotions raged from fear, to sadness, to anger, to confusion. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat. "Have you told my brother, T'Rel?"

"Yes. He is doing well by the way. You should take time to speak to him--and to me sometime," S'ark replied.

"Why should I? He is like you and you never gave me support. T'Rel had always been your 'pride and joy' as the saying goes," T'Pral said with anger edging in her voice.

"Is that anger I detect, T'Pral? I would have thought that you would have learned to control your emotions by now. When will you mature and act as a Vulcan should?"

The anger inside of T'Pral now exploded into rage. "Perhaps you have forgotten but I am not fully Vulcan!" she screamed. "If you cannot accept me for who I am, then you are advised to get out of my life! I will find out what happened to my mother without you. Good bye, father!" T'pral angrily hit the disconnect button for the terminal. She was now seething as she paced her quarters. Her mother was missing and now her father had insulted her. On top of it all, West was away, likely with some woman! 'Was he with that bitch Nexi?' T'Pral thought just before sending her fist into a nearby vase, causing it to explode into hundreds of pieces. She had nobody to talk to or turn to--she was alone. She stormed out of her quarters at a fast pace, shoving a crewman out of the way as she did so. She needed to calm down and focus her thoughts as she headed for the holodeck.

 

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