"What have you learned of the beasts condition?" inquires an officer present in the science lab. The man can be seen seated on the top of the counter, while his legs dangle below.
T'Pesh says, "I have learned that Lt. Phillip's behavioral patterns may be attributed to his current hormonal state."
There is a low whisper in the room, from behind the first counter, "T'Peeessssh." and then silence again.
"Would assume so," the officer responds, "In his state I would assume he's much more powerful. That kinda stuff corrupts the mind."
T'Pesh looks around for a few moments then toward the first counter.
"Problems?" inquires the officer seated atop the last counter.
T'Pesh turns toward the officer then shakes her head. "there are no problems." she retorts then says, "Have you accessed the report I published this morning yet?"
The voice returns, but this time there is not just a voice, but also a visage. For a few seconds someone can be seen moving across the front of the room, stating as he goes, "What has kept you from me."
"No, I have not had the time," responds the officer.
T'Pesh turns toward the front of the room and looks around, her eyes darting sharply in an attempt to follow the the someone moving across the front of the room.
"What are you looking at, Lieutenant?" the officer responds, he too looking in the same general direction.
Just as suddenly as the figure appears, it disappears.
T'Pesh says, "Yes?" she replies with out turning back to face the officer. Instead she continues looking toward the front of the room, examining as if investigating for something. She slowly begins to approach the area still looking around."
The figure once again appears, this time behind the officer whose now standing. The figure, now indentifiably Vulcan by his ears, walks in the same pattern as he did in the front of the room. "Over here," the voice whispers. The voice sounds as if it's being said twice, less than a second delay.
"Wasn't a yes or no question, Lieutenant," the officer responds, while looking at T'Pesh.
T'Pesh turns very quickly and looks toward the officer. Her eyes looking past him toward something behind him. She doesn't respond to him instead she attempts to investigate the figure.
This time the figure appears behind the Vulcan princess. He speaks of nothing, but his actions tell the story. The Vulcan lightly presses his back against T'Pesh's own, his elbows to her's. He tilts his head forward, simply feeling her body warmth, while his own is ice cold.
"Wake up," the officer murmurs, "Didn't know Vulcan's sleep walked."
T'Pesh lifts her head slightly and focus her eyes toward the officer then says, "I speculate that you are unable to sense the presence that is in this room based on your current actions." She closes her eyes and attempts to reach out to the other Vulcan with her mind.
"Presence?" responds the officer, "Been drinking, Lieutenant?"
T'Pesh does not respond to the officer but she continues reaching out with her mind searching for some sort of contact with the presence.
There is no attempt to reciprocate the reaching out mind bit with T'Pesh, instead the presense simply dissipates into a cloud of dusts and then reappears, face to face this time. "It has been some time, T'Pesh," the voice speaks out as he moves an ice cold finger down the woman's nose and onto her lips, tracing the contours present.
T'Pesh blinks and raises both eye brows as her eyes open, a look not common to a Vulcan under normal circumstances. "Who are you?" she asks a subtle quiver to her voice as she attempts to maintain her composure.
"I'll leave you and your... presence alone, Lieutenant," the officer responds, "Personally I think you may have just a little bit too much to drink. Get some rest," he adds in while leaving the sliding doors.
T'Pesh closes her eyes for a moment then opens them again. "Is there a presence in this room?" she asks.
There is no response from the Vulcan standing before her. Instead he simply draws his face a bit closer, his exhalations are ice cold, much like his touch. The expression on his face is a solemn one. Slowly he moves his finger away from her lips and onto his sides. He makes no other move other than to stare down into her eyes.
T'Pesh examines the figure before her and steps back away from it. "What do you want from me? and why is it that only I am able to see you?" she asks it.
"I want you" the figure finally responds. Slowly he lifts his left hand and places it on her warm cheeks. As he draws his hand away, he begins to lean forward, parting his lips ever so slightly. But before he even is able to touch this princess cheek with his lip, his body dissipates.
T'Pesh raises her hand to her face and for a moment is unable to regulate her emotional response. A look of fear crosses her for but a second. She closes her eyes and draws in a deep breath as she exhales her stoic composure returns.