T'Ora headed first to Paris before returning to Cyndrail. Starfleet was still abuzz over the Teero Transverse planets. She had to see Admiral Marcus-Brutus Pan'Taar.
T'Ora looked at the powerful Tellarite, "Admiral, you must assure me that Vulcan will be protected."
"I will do anything.", T'Ora looked at the Tellarite.
She slowly started to undress.
Years ago, T'Ora was an old woman but due to the influence of the eternally young Nicole Branson, she had undergone the youth replication surgeries and had been restored to the beauty of her youth.
Marcus-Brutus was still furious that Mary Elizabeth had betrayed him with Rear Admiral Tan. He finally had an opportunity to hurt her back. Marcus-Brutus promised every necessary Federation resource for the protection of Vulcan. A promise he took out in trade from the beautifully restored T'Ora.
She would have done anything to protect the homeworld. She left feeling dirty and unseemly. She was deeply hurt. She was not in Pon'Farr. She did the logical thing. It may not have been the right thing but it was the logical thing. Vulcan is safe once again and the office of the Head of Starfleet Command is forever soiled by the actions of a pig... of a Tellarite.
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Admiral T'Ora of Vulcan
Restored Head of the Vulcan High Command
Vulcan
On the Fringes of the Romulan Empie
