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Ensign Zandile Rey stepped off the Starfleet transport ship and onto the sandy surface of the planet Vulcan. She straightened her uniform and tucked a loose strand of her dark chocolate colored hair back into the hair clip. I wonder where Ambassador Tarik's office would be? She thought to herself, as she started walking toward a Starfleet administration office across from the landing area. I wonder what Tarik will think when I tell him who I am. I hope he isn't angry, or at least as angry as Vulcans ever get. I wonder why he never contacted Mom during all these years. I wonder… "Ouch!" Oops, sorry, um, Cadet, I wasn't paying attention."

Zandile's thoughts were disrupted as she accidentally ran into a cadet in a black and green uniform and carrying a stack of data pads and tricorders. The cadet's equipment went spilling onto the dusty ground as he regained his balance. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I'll help you." Said Zandile as she put down her duffel bag and bent down to help the cadet pick up his stuff.

"It is all right, but you should learn to have more self control learn not to get distracted. These things one learns on Vulcan." Said the cadet coolly. Zandile could immediately tell that this cadet was a Vulcan, even though she hadn't gotten a good look at his face yet.

"Anyway, Cadet, sorry. I was also wondering if you knew where Ambassador Tarik's office is," questioned Zandile.

"Yes, my father's office is in that building, on the first floor, first door on the right," said the young Vulcan calmly.

"Ambassador Tarik is your dad?" Exclaimed Zandile, forgetting the equipment she had just picked up, and scattering it on the ground again in her surprise. "Wow! Um, I have something to tell your dad, and I think maybe you should come and hear, too. Unless you have class or something you need to do, that is."

"I do not have anything urgent to do, I would like to know what is so important that your thoughts wandered so much," said Tarik's son.

He led Zandile along the walkway after they had again picked up all of the equipment and into the front doors of the Starfleet administration building. He knocked on the first door on the right.

"Enter," came a voice from inside the office. The cadet opened the door and the pair entered the cool, dark office of Ambassador Tarik.

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