I do not own Star Trek in any form or manner, it is CBS's and Paramount's program/Creation. Credit to Gene Roddenberry and co. For the creation of Star Trek.

The warm, fiery sun baked against the back of a lean, almost thin figure. The figure stood, it's deep soulless eyes staring aimlessly into the abyss as though they were there in person yet not in mind. One could not tell what the being was thinking of, one would not wish to know. Under the hooded cloak that the being wore, she stood training her mind and relieving it of emotion... Suddenly, if not moments after the process began a crack was to be heard in the distance. A sense of confusion washed over the being's body. Something of which she wasn't accustomed to, and then she was awake.

Selar shot up from the bed she was laying upon, her brown eyes darting to and fro as though the scene was real and she was once more on her home planet Vulcan. It had been several years since the initial scene had taken place, and several more before she would ever forget. The officer sat up, ridiculing herself for allowing emotion to be shown at the sight of what appeared to be a memory injected into her dream. That was the day she not only failed to complete Kolinarh though she lost her father as well. The memory pained her far more than any other memory. If only she could forget.

The Vulcan shook her head, her eyes and face returning to their normal emotionless state. Reaching her feet the Vulcan headed for the comm of which was placed upon her desk. "Selar to Harrison." She spoke. "Harrison here, what may you need Captain?" Her second in command responded. "Full report on the ships current status." Selar had been relieved of duty and left her First Officer in command of the ship for the night. "All systems still functional, we are approaching Tarus III as we will arrive in no less than two hours. Engineering reports all is well after the attack from the Romulans and all personnel have returned to active duty." The Vulcan nodded solemnly to herself. "Very well, transfer the conn to Mr. Craig. Selar out."

An hour later the Captain had returned to the bridge relieving the Engineering Officer. "Mr. Sean, report." She ordered. "All frequencies and channels clear, sir." Reported the Communications Officer. "Helmsman." Richard turned to face the captain. "Approaching Tarus III in less than one hour." He stated. "45 minutes, 53 seconds and 46 milliseconds. Please to try to be precise." "Captain, someone is hailing us." Selar turned towards the screen. "On screen lieutenant." As a blurred vision came across the screen Selar began to speak. "Greetings. I am Captain Selar of the Federation StarShip Audacity-" A man cut her off abruptly. "Believe me I am quite positive of who you are, Selar." Selar narrowed her brown eyes as the familiarity of the voice washed over her.

"Ambassador Spock, we were not quite expecting you near Tarus III. Please state your reason for hailing us." The captain explained. "It would be simpler if I were to beam aboard the Audacity. This talk should be had in person, rather than by hailing." The ambassador noted. "Very well, Ambassador. Prepare to be beamed aboard, Audacity out." She cut the transmission and called the Transporter room. "Transporter room, stand by transporting coordinates to you now. Energize when I get down there." Captain Selar ordered. "Mr. Craig you have the conn, Harrison come with me." She ordered. "Aye, sir." The Scottish officer replied as the Captain and First Officer entered the 'lift.