An Avalonian Escape

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The sun rose over the deep cobalt oceanic horizon of Avalon, Ambassador t'Sevik N'Kedre let the sun warm her face as he placed the cup of hot tea on the railing of the deck she stood upon. The salt of the sea met her face along with the sun and she smiled slightly. She'd seen the sunrise on a dozen worlds in her lifetime, and with the exception of her homeworld, the sunrise on Avalon was certainly one of her favorites.

 

Letting her eyes wander, she took in the panorama. The Romulan colony on Avalon grew steadily each day in spite of the many forces conspiring against its very existence. N'Kedre relished that despite the Hundred, the Dominion, and the Scorpiads best efforts, that Alpha Quadrant had been transplanted into the Gamma Quadrant successfully and that life on Avalon flourished.

 

The Romulan colony had been particularly successful, thanks in no small part to Administrator N'Rycus. As one of the colonists had said, it was if S'Task himself had founded the colony. Indeed, the colonists had taken to calling it Aihsa-i'Ramnau (The New Home of the Sundered). She wondered though if that was a result of homesickness more than awe of the new colony.

 

While she'd spent most of her adult life away from the homeworld, most of the colonists and even the young officers aboard the warships that had came to 'protect' the colony had never been isolated from their home. As she watched the colony stir to life in early morning, her heart felt for them and for her self.

 

She had started to realize how painful the isolation was beginning to become for everyone involved. She had not spoken with either of her sons in months. She had not spoken to either of her daughters in months. She had not spoken with her bond mate in months. Elements knew what trouble they'd gotten themselves into in her absences.

 

But what could be done? The wormhole, the one link to home was inaccessible, and the Scorpiads iron grip upon it wasn't loosening anytime soon. The Dominion was faltering under her own weight. And all around her, darkness was stirring. Perhaps that's why she'd retreated to Avalon. It certainly wasn't because the colony need her skills. Here, the gloom of the world seemed faraway.

 

The sunny skies and placid days were refuge from the darkness and death. A sigh escaped her thin lips. Escapism.

 

“Good morning Ambassador,” her aide, tr'Klae, said taking her by surprise.

 

Startled momentarily she finally smirked. “I have told au about sneaking up on me.”

 

“Ie, au have,” he said apologetically. “Tomorrow I will wait till au are na longer gazing at the sunrise to bring aur schedule to au.”

 

“Na au will na.”

 

Klae lifted an eyebrow slightly. “Ie?”

 

“Tomorrow we will be aboard Camelot Station, there will na be a sunrise upon the deck to watch.”

 

Klae sorted and parsed the information before speaking. “I see. If we are to be leaving for the station today, au must excuse me. I have much to attend to before we can.”

 

“Of course, tr'Klae. Return when we are ready to depart. And arrange for me a meeting with Captain Sorehl.”

 

“As au wish.”