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Photo: LDeans

       “sybok, it’s zhaban!” there’s urgency in the romulan’s voice as soon as the other picks up the call. he looks well off, with the backdrop of the vineyard behind him, reflected in the holoscreen, but his expression shows something else entirely. healthier, perhaps, than when the rouge vulcan last saw him, but more weathered, tired, worried -- sleeplessness never clearer than in the bags under his eyes, the extra creases on his face. “i know it’s been a while. we need your help.”

Leonard Nimoy at Vulkon ’93, Marriott Hunt Valley Inn [Source]

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   All of her is poured into the PADD between her fingers. Dark eyes attentive, held completely downwards. Despite her propensity to wander while reading, Aella rarely found herself horribly lost -- her sense of direction appeared, even when inhibited by loss of attention, rather acute. And so she walked, side-stepping those that walked into her path, calling a turbolift and sliding into it. There was another presence with her, she believed -- but she was too wrapped up in whatever it was in her hands to immediately take notice.

Photo: LDeans

Photo: LDeans

Photo: LDeans