Arrival (OTA, for now anyway)

[deltarrant]

Tarrant had never given much thought to death. Losing Deeta and Cally hadn’t made him ponder it. Zeeona’s death had not made him consider if they’d meet again in the afterlife. Not even seeing Dayna killed moments before his own death had he turned his inner mind turn to the great unknown; he’d remained too steadfastly fixed on himself, in the here

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[commander_spock]

Spock was enjoying yet another relaxing afternoon by the duckpond, letting the ripples of the water soothe his mind. He had plenty of time before the summer evening courses that he taught, so he wasn't particularly pressured to be anywhere. When he looked up from tossing bits of his last piece of bread to the ducks, he saw a familiar figure.

No, not familiar to him. Familiar to Avon...

He stood from the bench he was sitting on, dusting himself off as he approached the gentlemen slowly. The closer he came, the more certain he was he knew the man. He had seen him in Avon's mind for that brief link that they had.

"Del Tarrant?" he asked in a low, flat, but almost demanding tone.

[deltarrant]

Tarrant almost drew his blaster on the man, and why he didn't he couldn't quite say. Perhaps he'd just had his share of gunfire today.

That the man knew his name though, was something pretty astounding. It both reassured Tarrant that he was in the right place--wherever he was--and unsettled him. He settled on aloof wariness. "What's it to you if I am?"

[commander_spock]

Smoothing out his school clothes (bland khakis, McCoy would have observed that Vulcans had a peculiar lack of fashion), Spock came a little closer. A sharp eyebrow perked, and he pursed his lips and sighed out his nose.

"I am familiar with an associate of yours. Kerr Avon." He was wary of exactly calling the man a friend. Though human, and he'd betrayed his fondness of Vila to the thief, he did respect Avon's desire to restrain sentiment. After all, it was in his own nature. "Also, Vila Restal boards with me here. You have been transported to a pocket dimension. I am Spock."

[deltarrant]

It was all so much information Tarrant'a head was starting to spin. "A pocket dimension? Avon and Vila are here? Spock?"

It wasn't as absurd as it could have been. After all, Orac had flown them into a black hole once, where Cally had communed with a god. But, still . . . "We were on Gauda Prime," he said, his need for answers out weighing his initial distrust of the man. "I was . . . I was shot." He touched his stomach. "Vila was as well. How did I . . . we get here? How long have they been here? And just who are you?"