((Vulcan Embassy, Andoria)) ::The time was 08:00... a later start then he'd normally have on Wallace. But of course, this was not the Wallace... that was not Deep Space 17 he saw out of the window, but the Embassy, covered as it always was with snow.:: ::Salak left his chamber, entering a familiar corridor of ice. Memories came to him of the night he'd been debating with his father about his desire to join Starfleet. That had been a tough night for them all, with Betazed having fallen to the Dominion earlier that day and a fear that Andor would be next to fall... a day now 8 years past.::