Kieran sat back in the small room, wiping the sweat from his face as he finally relaxed. It was surprising how much effort it took to move about on the low-gravity surface of this moon, bounding slowly from rock to rock. It wasn't so much the force taken to move, but the delicate control required so as not to end up spinning away and crashing painfully in the dust. Still, it made for interesting exercise, and the he had managed to recreate a Tulpura court. The ancient game had, apparently, been played in some of the remote reaches of the T'Kon empire, before they had discovered gravitic generators, and it honed the ability to manouevre in three-dimensions. Several of the academy's instructors had recommended it during shuttle-pilot training. The Vulcans had become masters at it, their spacial awareness and sense of movement through three-dimensions enhanced, perhaps, by their evolutionary ancestry of reptilian avians. Any other race, of course, would probably have taken offence at being told they were only any good because they'd evolved from flying dinosaurs, but not the Vulcans. It was difficult to insult a Vulcan, in fact... which brought his mind back to the present. With nothing to do but wait until the Vanguard arrived, he laid back on the small bed, and began to chart the further details of his encounters so far... "Computer, resume Mission report..." ----------- The Vulcan had definitely stared at him as he left the central arena, it was not Kieran's imagination. Even the Andorian next to him had noticed it, and commented. He opened his eyes, the cold stone of the arena against the back of his neck as he recalled his poor performance, and saw in the upper stands the Vulcan. He was talking with a few shadowed companions near the back seats, and they quickly split up towards the various exits. Trapped! Kieran thought, gnawing gently on his lip. There was no way to get out of the unfamiliar building without them, and an allegation would do him no good, especially after recent events. And then the vulcan came back... Slowly, calmly, carefully, down the stairs and into the paddock on the far side, he strolled without concern, and entered the small compound set aside for those who wished to enter the full tournament. Gevran watched him settle, sitting calmly and awaiting the call that would signify the tournament entry had been closed, and the lots for bouts would be drawn. Purely on instinct, he rose, covered the floor quickly, and slipped into the compound sitting opposite the Vulcan. For some time he sized him up, trying to gauge what was going on, but he was no closer by the time the gate was closed, and the judge entered with the lots... Off> To be continued.. :) Kieran Darkwater A&A Officer USS Vanguard KDarkwater@xxxxxxxxxxx Steve_Hedger@xxxxxxxxxxx Vanguard_4@xxxxxxxxxxx _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com ********************************************************** USS Vanguard: http://vanguard.iwarp.com Gamma Fleet: http://www.gammafleet.org.uk _Free_Lists: //www.freelists.org **********************************************************