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Time Alone, at Last

Posted on Wed Apr 9th, 2014 @ 8:56am by Lieutenant JG L'Nivek

Mission: Shoreleave: Kaslau - Submission
Location: Kaslau

"...for the truth is the mortal enemy of the lie, and thus by extension the truth becomes the greatest enemy of the State."

L'Nivek was having some trouble. That much, at least, was easily surmised: she was appearing in public in a uniform that was not as immaculate as was her usual, she stuttered when speaking, and she had developed a nervous, 'bouncing' tic: either her fingertips would tap rapidly upon a surface, or her knee would vibrate up and down. Either way, she realized that both of these activities were more than a little irritating...and to top it all off, she knew -why- this was all happening.

As one might guess, when she was informed that there was to be a total of 48 hours of shore-leave upon the planet Kaslau, she jumped right up on -that- particular opportunity. So, moving to the transporter room in her civilian clothes (earning more than a few looks as she moved past), the Vulcan stepped into the transporter room, arranged herself, and was beamed down...

...into a world of new sights, new colours, and more. She was no stranger to big cities, of course: she'd gone to the Starfleet Academy, after all, which was situated in the centre of San Francisco. Thing was, people, and buildings, shuttles and more, those were the -last- things she wanted. Having done some earlier research, she knew just the place: there was a wilderness reserve that was just outside the main city and it's spaceport.

Of course, L'Nivek -could- have gotten the same results by spending some time in the Holodeck, but she'd determined that doing merely that would have been unsatisfactory. The programmes could certainly produce things that were completely indistinguishable from reality, but there was always that knowledge that it wasn't -real-: one could always call the computer, and have this or that thing changed, or fixed, or rescued.

To top this all off, L'Nivek needed some time to -herself-. The recent run-in with the new Infiltration Specialist still burned fresh in her memory, and it was both tantalizing, and almost repulsive: she was certainly interested in the fellow, he was moderately attractive, and the exploits she'd read about were admirable (if illegal). She was shocked and disgusted at her reaction, though, and her loss of control: she was deliberately avoiding him for the moment, though she knew she both had to deal with her ations, and the consequences as a result.

That was part of the reason she was here, anyway: she wanted -zero- chance of meeting and having to associate with any other members of the crew. she was, finally: she'd gotten here, got her equipment, and more in the time it took her to process all of this...she idly hoped she'd not offended anyone on the way here, but disregarded it. She was here, and finally, alone...and relished the sounds of the animals, and more.

Thankfully, the trees and the flowers were fresh, and vibrant: vibrant in colour, vibrant in smell...she looked up, figuring where she'd make camp for the night she had. Up a tree sounded good, and she began to climb, singing right out loud: there was nobody nearby, right?



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