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I.... My Federation Standard must not be up-to-date on the latest slang. I've been staring at this for 30 minutes and I do not understand what you are trying to say. Please rephrase the question.
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Talk About Me
[meme]
>Tell me again exactly what they said to you.<
Verelan ran her fingers through Tal'kaela's hair as the two of them laid in bed together, as they often did. Defector and loyalist... Something about the barrier between the two being down made Tal'kaela feel safe in the ex-commander's arms. Here, in this moment, the anonymous message she had received not long ago felt lest frightening than it did before. >Something about my research and how they were interested in working with me. I had put out a query to any Vulcan who was willing to respond, and that was when I got their message.<
Verelan frowned, concerned. >That is not what I requested,< she said, >I want to know exactly what they said.<
Tal'kaela sighed and sat up, grabbing her PADD off of the bedside table. Putting her hair behind her ear, she read, "Rarely does such an opportunity present itself. Uhlan t'Lareth, you are searching for research assistance from a Vulcan; I happen to be one. Now I may not be able to reveal myself just yet, but please, any questions you may have for me, let me know, I am certain I can help you with your research. -J"
Verelan sat up, peering at the PADD from behind Tal'kaela, who quickly moved it aside, but not before Verelan saw the portion of the message Tal'kaela neglected to read out loud. That's alright--the Uhlan was simply trying to protect her Commander's privacy. Suran hated Verelan, and the ex-commander was certain he wouldn't want her to know about this Vulcan contact of his. That wasn't the part of the message that concerned Verelan. Before she left her life in the Empire, she had been married to a man who was quickly rising in power in the Tal Shiar; she knew a basic code like this when she saw one: R U N. She kissed the Uhlan's shoulder tenderly. >Do not have contact with him, e'lev. Anyone who will not reveal their name is not to be trusted. You know this.<
>I know,< Tal'kaela said, putting the PADD aside face-down. Verelan was not satisfied. If there was one thing that she knew about the Uhlan, it was that her curiosity frequently got the best of her in situations like this. It was all Verelan could do to continue to keep a close eye on Tal'kaela... perhaps try to track down this "J" and show him what happens when they threatened someone she cared about.
“Talk About Me”
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>Report, t'Lareth.< Tal'kaela spoke just loudly enough for her commander to hear her, but not loud enough for any listening devices to pick up the sound of her voice over the white noise that he had put on in the room, >Hugh and I have discovered the whereabouts of one of the ExBorg Romulan colonies. However, they have not responded to any of our attempts to contact them; we're not even certain we're getting through.< >And the logs of these attempts of contact...?< >Destroyed, sir,< Tal'kaela answered, >Hugh made certain that the files were corrupted and destroyed. Only he and I know the coordinates; we memorized them rather than recording them anywhere.<
Suran was silent for a moment. He hated operating illegally like this, but there was no way he could let the Tal Shiar have knowledge of the deassimilation of Romulan soldiers. ...or the young ExBorg that forged the trail to deassimilation.
>Now that you have spent some time with him, what are your impressions, Tal'kaela?<
The uhlan was shocked to hear her first name on her commander's lips. Ever since they had come back from training, Suran had been acting different. Tal'kaela pushed the thought aside and promptly answered, >He is naïve. Far too trusting, as he demonstrated the day he saved me. But his loyalty to his cause is strong, and he is intelligent. He's devoted to this cause, but... I worry that if the wrong person were to get to him, they might be able to extract our secret.< She quickly continued, >He's only been an individual for a few years; in a lot of ways he's still a young child. He wants to be a part of something, I think... that's why he's so quick to trust and make friends. I'm working on helping him--<
>Uhlan,< Suran interrupted, "Don't lose sight of your mission. Are you allowing yourself to become invested in this Borg's wellbeing?"
>No sir!<
Suran looked at her with dark eyes. >You don't lie well. Work to improve. As for Hugh, you are to continue to work with him to ensure the safety of Romulan ExBorg until we can offer them a place in Romulan society once more. Is that clear?<
>Yessir,< Tal'kaela nodded.
The commander's brow furrowed. How easily his uhlan had picked up human habits. She was so young and impressionable... not the ideal fit for this particular mission. Especially considering.... But there was no helping it. At least she had managed to build a trusting relationship with this strange young Borg. Suran only hoped that the Borg's trusting nature would not rub off on her. He turned off the white noise.
>Dismissed.<
Hugh hurries over and pulls her into a tight hug. He presses his face against her shoulder. Seems he just wants to hug her!
Tal'kaela startles slightly at the sudden contact, but her tense shoulders quickly relax as she realizes what's happening. She hesitates for a moment--a Romulan soldier shouldn't be so sentimental as to indulge in such displays of affection; it shows weakness. However, after a quick glance around, she allows herself to melt into the hug, wrapping her arms around Hugh and pulling him close in a tight embrace. A sigh of contentment escapes her, and for once she resists voicing the inquiries of "why?" and "what's this for?" that are rising in her head. Instead, she just allows herself to feel the warmth of the moment.
She didn't realize she needed this.
(I don't know about other horror writers, but I like to scare people with my writing because I'm a bitch. I also like to get them all attached to my characters and then brutally kill off the characters. It's great fun getting messages from my readers that just say "WHY." Also, there's a series of pictures taken at a particular haunted house attraction thing. It's one that's snapped right as people are scared, and the results are hilarious. Highly recommend you look it up.)
Interesting... so it's the thrill of causing emotional pain in others? Sort of a platonic sadism/masochism relationship, I suppose. I hadn't considered the emotional attachment aspect of recreational fear, but it's reasonable that that would be a part of it.
Interesting! Much can be said with just an expression... I will be certain to look those up and analyze them as a part of my studies.
As always, your input is appreciated, Cy.
Rarely does such an opportunity present itself. Uhlan t'Lareth, you are searching for research assistance from a Vulcan; I happen to be one- and I am an old acquaintance with your Commander. Now I may not be able to reveal myself just yet, but please, any questions you may have for me, let me know, I am certain I can help you with your research. -J
[query in question]
Your cooperation will no doubt be of help, J. I find it curious that a Vulcan would be acquaintances with a Romulan commander, especially @commander-suran, but that is not for me to know of or inquire about. Any and all information you provide will be greatly appreciated, as would an identification, whenever you feel it logical to provide one.
My current research topic is fear. I look forward to working with you and learning more about your identity.
-Uhlan t'Lareth
Airplanes had exhaust ports. Plane anuses. Planuses. Love, Cy, the raddest human
Plane--? ... A-alright, Cy. Thank you for your contribution to my long list of examples of human humor involving butts.
(Here's a fun fact: Sometimes humans with anxiety disorders are completely fearless in other settings. For example one time I had a panic attack out of fear of having a panic attack. I also regularly capture injured birds that are about my size and roll my eyes when a tornado heads toward me. Sometimes our fears have absolutely nothing to do with reality.)
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I won't say anything for Romulan psychology as far as this goes, but the phenomenon of trauma-based fear being separated from reality is not exclusive to humans. The same thinking patterns have been observed in many other races of the galaxy - Klingons, Ferengi, Andorians... even Vulcans, though the idea that they have any kind of biological response that isn't rooted in logic is embarrassing for most of them.
This isn't to discount the importance of this information from my study. It is important for me to not only note differences between Romulan and Human behavior and thinking patterns, but also recognize the patterns that are common among the intelligent races of the galaxy.
Thank you for this information.
