Sybok's cloaked craft lowered to the abandoned desert like scenery where sand was flying.

A beam of light poured out of the back end of the vehicle where a ramp came down. Sybok walked out of the form of transport with a knapsack over his shoulder wearing a pair of goggles as there was a sand storm. He placed a dark hood over his face then came to the side of the ramp once off. A lizard went past the ramp. He tapped on a flat screen on the side. The cloaked craft ramp slid upwards. There was a flat screen at the bottom that he could reach easily with his hand and register it to lower. There had been rumors of there being a underground movement assembling here making cabins that were built against the land of the climate and its weather. It was, compared to Vulcan, not at all Vulcan with the sand storms. There were more vegetation here than it was on Vulcan at first glance. On his travel here, the dark web had informed him of a hide out to where that he parked where he can reside in temporary. He had acquired a large vessel once used for surveying in planetary orbit before first contact had been established with humanity. The ramp was different as it slid from the bottom to the floor. The previous models had doors that slid up wards and a stair case that slid down for dramatic effect. He had been promised that he would matter dearly. And that what he had would be helpfil. His knapsack was full of supplies that had been properly folded was stored. It was a heavy knapsack.

It was quite a intriguing sight.

It was close, that he had been told, from his given directions.

It was a abandoned shelter, far as Sybok had been told, once built by some colonists in the event of a planetary emergency that left it unwise to stay in. The information indicated that it was shortly forgotten afterwards. At least they believed why it wasn't occupied by Romulans. Well, not exactly forgotten more so chosen not to bring it up. Sybok trudged his way down the path looking for the landmarks that had been described. He saw the landmarks that were still visible to the eye through the goggles. The large tree stump with a scar in the center. A collection of pebbles that made a mound, a large boulder that seemed to have a distinctive cat fish face even though it must have been made by erosion, a large blade sticking out from the ground that was twisted, the skeleton of what appeared to be a elephant, and what seemed to be antlers poking out of the ground but was actually a mind of tree root to a plant species that lived underground rather than above. A large nest near a rocky scenery indicated that he was extremely close.

It was like a cliff with mountain sides.

Sybok could see the colony complex in the distance as shapes.

"Years of being away and their building style for colonies have not changed," Sybok noted to himself.

The last land mark was a rounded object on the dirt in the shape of a triangle in front of what seemed to be a rounded shape in the wall across from a clearing that had stair like designs leading up to the top for a hike. The humor was not lost on Sybok who had amused laugh to himself. A baseball diamond. A human likely used a phaser to carve this shape out as a sign of familiarity. Recognizable enough to be the sport sign of humanity only with red etchings on it. He placed a hand on the side of the wall. The wall slid away allowing the Vulcan to enter. He entered, hesitantly, with the doors closing behind him. The lights gave way to reveal a tall Andorian male sipping from a cup leaning against the wall against his shoulder. He lowered it and smiled at the Vulcan.

"Hello, I am Jake," Mallard said. "Jake Mallard. We can really use you."

"An Andorian?" Sybok said, in surprise.

"Half," Mallard said. "part human."

"You. . ." Sybok said.

"Set up the directions here?" Mallard shook his head. "nah, not me," Mallard said. "good old Doctor McCoy did."

"Doctor McCoy?" Sybok said. "The federation doctor."

"Ex-federation doctor," Mallard said. "McCoy hasn't said when he would come back," He gestured the taller Vulcan over. There was a fountain in the center that had been recently cleared of vines and covered from head to toe in pebbles in all sorts of sizes and shapes. "I will guess when your brother is back in Star Fleet."

"It does feel unnatural to see him in Vulcan robes," Sybok admitted.

"I always thought of him as a Vulcan who preferred to be in uniform," Mallard said.

"He is that kind of Vulcan who looks better in uniform," Sybok agreed.

"Say," Mallard said. "Are you ready for this?"

"I came here ready, Mr Mallard," Sybok said.

"Good," Mallard said. "I hope you were not lying about being capable of being a grief counselor and helping people deal with their grief."

"Vulcans do not lie," Sybok said.

"You know that is a bunch of bull shit," Mallard said.

"I take their pain away," Sybok said. "and I ease them into their new reality."

"You have followers?" Mallard asked.

"Sha ka ree is not real," Sybok said.

"Ah, so none," Mallard said.

"Is my search for Sha Ka Ree that well known?" Sybok asked.

". . . Yes," Mallard said.

"It is a embarrassment," Sybok said.

Mallard nodded, with a smile.

"Understood, Mr Sybok," Mallard said.

Mallard came to a stop at a doorway. He placed his hand on a screen. The door slowly slid open to reveal a gray wide room that was more of a medical lab than anything else that was sliced in half to a patient room. There were men and women, twenty at least, on one side of the room with children around ten of them. They were being treated by a pointy eared man sitting on a chair using a old styled dermal regenerator that was barely working. The doors came to a close behind Sybok as the survivors flinched looking in his direction and most of them were in fear. He saw some of them lacked the pointy tips to their ears, their shirts clung to them as though there was no body fat to support them--and it came careening down onto the Vulcan that this is why they requests so many supplies. Mostly fruit and vegetables to get their body fat back.

"This is Sybok," Mallard said. "Doctor!"

"Got enough to last us?" McCoy's voice came from the pointy eared man who sounded like him. The man turned toward their direction. "Ah," The man's face softened to see the bearded man. "Sybok," There was a fond expression on the man's face and a look of recognition. "Come over here. T'Tumak needs your help. Mallard, get to those kids with the new equipment and be steady with these!"

"What happened to the old equipment?" Sybok asked.

"Well," Mallard said. "I broke them."

"He never handled equipment in his life," McCoy said. "this kid. Can you believe him? Acts like he never rode a horse."

"I said I was sorry," Mallard said. "and horses are terrifying."

"Relax," McCoy said, gently, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. "he is here to help."

The young man relaxed.

"I grieve with thee," Sybok said, gently.

"I thank thy logic," T'tumak said, his voice low repressing how emotional he really was.

Sybok carefully analyzed the women and the men, including the children to determine how to approach them. They were obviously terrified of seeing another Vulcan. McCoy looked over toward the children, sadly, almost in pity. His baby blue eyes had been replaced with a new eye contact being green. It appeared as though he had gone botoxing as he looked twenty years younger than he really was. No lines on his face. Just the gleaming glow of his skin radiating of green. He truly looked like a Vulcan with the black hair. There was a colorizer left on the table close by with a list of settings. He would need an hour with this man to make him realize that he did not need to be afraid of everyone. He didn't appear to be happy. He looked dead inside. His eyes weighing heavily in grief.

"T'Tumak, Sybok!" McCoy over said. "Please go to the deactivated biobed along the wall."

"Of course, Doctor T'Hinek," T'Tumak said.

McCoy moved the two men to a old biobed.

"Share me your pain," Sybok said.

"Vulcans do not feel pain," T'Tumak leaned away.

"I am a Vulcan, ri-fainusu, I feel pain," Sybok said. "your emotions are valid."

T'Tumak looked up toward Sybok.

"You are S'Chn T'Gai," T'Tumak said.

"Son of Sarek," Sybok said.

"The one who was exiled," T'Tumak said. "I heard of you."

"I got better," Sybok said. "I help others with their pain," He lightly placed a hand on the Vulcan's shoulder. "and gain unity from sharing it. Emotionally, we are stronger together." T'Tumak briefly closed his eyes experiencing his sincere interest in helping him. He was terrified, should he let a Vulcan who could pass for a Romulan try to help him? " I can't help but notice your pain."

T'Tumak was trembling.

"How do you . . . handle others pain?" T'Tumak said.

"The phrase kaiidith comes to mind," Sybok said. "and sharing your pain. Let me be there with you."