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Kallah Ramson

A Familier Face

Aboard Camelot Station, just prior to the fleet's departure...

 

In the dark quiet of his office aboard Camelot Station, Sorehl mused on the assignment given him by Admiral Day. Although the Defiant-class escort Reliant had served as his support vessel on three different stations, he had no sense of possession or encumbering emotional attachment for it. Although designed as a warship, the trusty vessel had served largely as a secure means of conveying diplomats and sensitive cargo in the years since its last great battle above Cardassia Prime. He had seldom taken command himself, relegating its task to rising command officers under his tutelage.

 

But these orders would not allow a continuation of its peaceful post-war career, nor his own.

 

Pressing his fingers together in the double triangle of the ta'al position, he concentrated on the task and the officers he would need to assist him. So instinctual was this process that the soft chirp of his office door did not break his concentration. Maintaining the calm of his meditations, Sorehl spoke, "Enter."

 

As the doors slid open she knew she was interrupting the captain's personal time. Lowering her view, she purposefully attempted to minimize her presence and stepped into the office only as far as the light from the corridor outside intruded, the line of shadows she would not cross.

 

The silhouetted figure in the doorway was obviously female but long hair hid her face. Her eyes were cast downward and she stayed with her back to the light, but the Vulcan saw or simply sensed familiarity. The face did not seem to be one of the station personnel, but as his eyes adjusted to the new lighting, he could make out a single pip on her collar. "Yes, Ensign?"

 

Kallah looked up, slowly. As her hair moved free from her face, Sorehl gained an additional sense of recognition. The small device attached to her right temple was the last key to the puzzle. Despite the discontinuity, he knew her name as she spoke it.

 

"I am Ensign Kallah Ramson," she said through the pleasant tone of her psionic vocalizer.

 

There was a mild level of surprise, which the Vulcan could not help but express in the single action of an uplifted eyebrow. Kallah had mostly expected this, yet still could not constrain her own soft smile. She had been just a baby the last time he had seen her; logically she should be no more than a child at present.

 

"I was unaware that Minaran's had such an accelerated growth cycle," he admitted, getting to his feet. That seemed the most logical answer to this conundrum.

 

"We do not,” she corrected. “You probably remember some of the archaeological features on Canar II. While having an ancient time portal in your backyard makes for an interesting conversation piece, they can be rather unpredictable in the hands of a five-year-old. Of which, my brothers say hello." Kallah smiled again. "As do my mother and father. They send their hopes that you are prospering and they also send their....how did father word it...overemotional love."

 

"I would expect no less,” he countered. “I hope for their peace and longevity, as well. Have you been assigned to Excalibur?"

 

"Not exactly, I was drafted onboard as soon as I arrived, but my primary orders were to deliver this to you." Kallah moved a PADD from her left hand to her right and presented it to him. He stepped closer, accepting the display. "I was ordered to deliver parts, designs, and equipment for the establishment and upgrade of a fighter wing attached to Camelot and the new colony."

 

She let the Captain have a few moments as he reviewed the information on the PADD. His eyes moved swiftly across the words. “Of course.”

 

"Once Excalibur returns, I’ve been ordered to help establish the wing and train pilots in the peculiarities of this new design." She pulled out another PADD and handed it over to Sorehl. "After this mission I will be reporting to you, sir."

 

The Vulcan accepted this new PADD, as well. Knowing her history and her parentage, she was likely more accustomed to starbases and fighter craft than most of the other officers aboard. It was a good fit.

 

He handed the PADD back to her. “Very good,” he assured her. “Please submit this to the Operations officer, Mr. Sprint. He will note your assignment in the duty log.”

 

She nodded her head deferrentially, taking the PADD as she turned away. True to her parents’ stories, he was officious as ever.

 

“And Ensign Ramson…” he spoke behind her.

 

She looked back to see the captain extending his arm. For a moment, she wondered if he wanted the PADD back before realizing what he was offering an un-Vulcan-like gesture. She swallowed a bit as she reached out and shook his hand firmly. It was warm to the touch.

 

Despite the equanimity, she imagined a warmth in his voice, as well. His words were simple. “Welcome to Camelot.”

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