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[ It's a little too late to adhere to that whole non-interference clause of the Prime Directive, being the subject of an alien-napping and all, so here is Spock in all his pointy-eared glory. Looking as straight-faced as possible. Unlike Kirk, he didn't part from their meeting and then drink himself under a table, he stayed up all night watching network conversations and Sciencing. It would be illogical to... wallow, and he refuses to acknowledge that he even has the urge. ] ... Fascinating.

[ For such ancient technology, this thing appears remarkably serviceable. ] Greetings. I am Commander Spock, of the United Federation of Planets. If I understand correctly, then you are my fellow... detainees. [ There, that's politic enough. ] I would like to request information on what is being done with the crashed satellite debris. In return, I may be of some assistance in constructing something useful from it, as I am familiar with this level of technology.

In addition, any information on the turtle itself would be appreciated; the scans I have taken of the creature only tell me so much, and the indigenous people seem... disinclined to reply to my queries.

[ Aaaand he'll just give a sharp nod and the Vulcan Salute on his way out. ]

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That is, apparently, quite common. [ Please don't tell him you're from one of the Universes where there's no such thing as a Prime Directive and the conquering of less technologically advanced worlds by alien powers just happens all willy nilly. It's super harshing his Gene Roddenberry Optimism buzz. ]

I would be highly interested in such a thing. [ Clark don't you withhold information that goes against the very tenets of SCIENCE! ]

[andaway]

[Excuse you everything is very scientific he shoots lasers out of his eyes because science. Obviously.]

Where should we meet then?

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[ Spock sees your Comic Book Science and raises you Star Trek Technobabble, Mr Kent. ]

I am currently in the Wood Sector, but I am capable of travelling anywhere you may prefer.

[andaway]

That's alright, I can get there easily. [He's been there longer after all, it seems rude to send a newcomer to find him.]

Ia now alright with you or should I give you some time to get acquainted with the place?

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[ Good Guy Clark ] Now would be preferable, I have been present for a day already.

[andaway]

Then I should get there in half an hour or so, if that's alright.

[He has to pretend he gets there walking and everything.]

ahh i'm sorry this is so late, feel free to ignore

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[ CLARK PLS sons-of-destroyed-planets need to stick together okay. ]

That is acceptable.

nevaaah - also action? we can handwave if you want!

[andaway]

See you later then.

[And he shuts down the console to start making time, cleaning around the house and getting supper ready for Lois. Best housewife.

He'll be knocking on Spock's door after said 30 min have passed.]

i would love to action!!

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[ Spock almost just says "come in" but then he remembers himself and actually gets up to open the door briskly. He's so not used to doors that don't woosh open on computerized command, okay? But he's managing, somehow, and even stepping to the side to allow Clark entrance if he so desires. ] Greetings, Mr. Kent I presume?

[andaway]

[Clark smiles and nods gently before holding out a hand.] Clark, if you don't mind. Commander Spock, right?

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[ There's a moment of hesitation before Spock reaches to return the handshake. Being the son of an Ambassador and an instructor at the Academy on Earth had prepared him better than most Vulcans for casual physical contact like shaking hands, but it's still... strange.

Still, he nods sharply, acquiescing to the first-name. ] I am. You have brought your notes? [ And what is polite small-talk? Straight to business! ]

[andaway]

[Sorry Spock, Clark is kind of a physical kind of guy so handshakes are going to be kind of a must around him.]

Of course, here. [He appreciates being straight to the point though, and hands him the little handmade notebook with all the scribbles he'd made over the months. Spock will find it very detailed and thorough, as any journalist's notebook ought to be.]