tushanshu | 01 VIDEO »

Entry tags:

01 VIDEO »

Greetings. I am Commander Spock of the USS Enterprise, a Starfleet contingent of the United Federation of Planets. I understand that we are temporally isolated as well as spatially displaced and that this is not a subdivision of any one possible multiverse, neither a pocket dimension of any one universe, but a unique quantum singularity linking many and each possible variation thereof. If others here have scientific findings of this nature, I pre-emptively extend my gratitude in the event of any information being divulged.

[ AKA pls share ur theories. He's not human, in case anyone with eyes and ears missed the blatant memo staring them in the face, the approximation of what would happen were a dollop of raw science ~~and a great jawline~~ to get mixed with an elf in a blender. Spock pauses thoughtfully, glancing away, and a single slender brow arches when he looks back; there are likely a great deal of customs to be observed from numerous new species and races, none of which he seeks to offend. ]

It has been brought to my attention that this is not my first foray into Keeliai. While I would request that you exert a measure of patience with my ... freshly acquired outlook, you will find me amenable to revisiting former acquaintances. [ Again he hesitates, though this time it comes across as more of an amendment. If you've been hanging out with his BFF, prepare to explain why, how and to what end. ] Similarly, I wish to meet with any and all allies of Captain James T. Kirk at their earliest convenience.

All remaining Starfleet personnel are to submit a fully comprehensive report effective immediately regarding their time here. Audio will suffice, given the circumstances.

[ And off goes the feed. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[he presses something on the screen, and a location and directions show up when Spock receives it.]

[ A nod confirms he has them. ]

Are you amenable to my arrival this evening?

[ Uncertain how long McCoy and Chekov's reports will take, it's best to leave a certain berth. ]

[He nods.]

Sure, just before dinner? See you then.

[ His lips part as if to ask something else, closing quickly as he drops his gaze and ends the call. At the appointed time, or thereabouts once his crew have filled him in on their own experiences, Spock awaits Kyle's arrival outside WA-1A after knocking.

Sure are a lot of kedan around here. ]

[Kyle spends his day both dreading and looking forward to it. He has a large window to prepare, but he's finding that difficult, and instead, focuses on his usual sessions with the kedan children. There's an art room here for their use. When he opens the door to let them all out for the day, he sees Spock, and smiles at him.]

Good to see you. Come in.

[ Mildly distracted by the children running by, he steps up and begins without prelude. ]

Is Captain Kirk responsible for sanctioning your use of a standard Starfleet frequency on the local network?

[ It's his job to make sure shit is tight and above board, okay. Don't take it personally, Kyle. ]

[It's exactly what he expects, and so he's not thrown off at all.]

It's installed on my console, he uses it sometimes. I must've pressed that button. Would you prefer I used my own?

I have no issue at this juncture. [ His head cocks. ] In the interests of preserving what is salvageable of the Prime Directive, I informally apply to you for information regarding the kedan. You are well-positioned to provide advice on their current level of technology. For example, do you believe this species is commonly capable of interstellar flight beyond the capacities of the emperor?

[ And just to clarify where he stands, ] I do not wish to compromise their development with my personal knowledge on the subject.

[ No matter what everyone else is doing. ]

[Kyle gestures to a table, with a few chairs, and takes a seat before replying.]

No, they're not. Their level of technology is comparable to... 13th century Earth? There's a few advancements here and there which you can check out in the Metal Sector, but I'm not sure if that's native or a result of bringing people here. Since there's a lot of scientists and engineers in the population of detainees, there's been interference. My colleagues and I have provided medical aid to the general population, nothing further.

[A beat.]

Populations on the continent have a very different level of technology, I can show you my reports if you want more details.

An increase in data would be useful. [ Kyle is Useful, equating to high marks on the Vulcan test score so far. Spock sits nearby. ] I am insufficiently informed regarding the turtle. Can you clarify?

[He flashes Spock a small, content smile.]

Your captain has a couple of your belongings, I think your tricorder might be amongst them, and I'd be happy to supplement its readings once you've looked at them.

[A beat.]

Otherwise, what do you want to know? Aside from why I asked you to come here.

[ Otherwise? He's concerned intensely for Jim. That isn't something he wants to bring up here, though. ]

Until I am at liberty to further my investigations, I am willing to determine the nature of our previous interactions.

[He shifts, straightens up, alert where he was relaxed, before.]

Well - uh. You got here, we talked. I was curious about the Federation, you wanted to know more about the Corps.

[A brief smile, at the memory, but there's a long pause, before he puts his right hand on the table, fingers splayed. The ring glints in the light.]

This is a power ring. It's telepathically bonded to me and uses my willpower as fuel. [Without moving his hand, a construct phaser begins to form. Within a few seconds it's gone from a bare outline to a fully formed and functional weapon.] As you can imagine, it requires fine control.

[Another pause.]

It's affected by my emotions. You offered to teach me some techniques, and in return, I shared a few I knew. The last time you were here, you told me you were emotionally unstable.

[ Fascinated as he is about the Corps and that ring (could it reconstruct a variety of appliances for Spock's use, that seems like something to consider for the future) it's when Kyle admits he needed help controlling his own emotions that Spock looks up. When he hears you told me you were emotionally unstable, a frown settles in swift succession. Spock doesn't stiffen in his seat or make an uncomfortable gesture, too disciplined for that, but his momentary silence as he digests the information he was 1) likely from a bad point in his timeline and 2) sharing details of such a personal experience with anyone, speaks for itself. ]

Why did I inform you?

[Kyle's composed, watching him intently. Spock's tells have changed, that stoic veneer is a little less than it was, but he has to stay sharp. That was a lot, to give him at once, and dammit, even he has a tendency to just leap without looking.]

It was logical.

[Duh.]

I've encountered a few thousand civilisations during my career; it's highly likely something or other would have helped you. [A beat.] And vice versa.

[A longer pause, as he purses his lips.]

That, and... we were friends.

[ The logic he can stomach. Hearing he has another friend isn't something he cares to admit any great affability toward, having grown mildly estranged from Uhura following her repeated accusations regarding the value he places on his own life and caged up all that tension, emotion, even from where Jim hasn't noticed it.

The two people he could talk to have either been brushed off or remained ignorant.

Spock's only friend knows nothing of the issues that plague him peripherally, so it's impossible to imagine lowering his shields for anyone else under any other circumstances. It's not in his nature to be difficult when human sentiment is genuine, but it is hard to quantify what he used to be to Kyle into what is expected of him now, having no intention to follow his previous incarnation's life to such a vaunted degree.

His brow twitches, more in concern than consternation. ]

I am no longer emotionally compromised. [ Not right now, anyway. It serves to neatly dismiss addressing the issue. ] Having related my timeline with the captain, it has become apparent I am from his near future.

[Spock's silences have always been more telling than the words. He picks them deliberately, but Kyle's in tune to what might be happening underneath them, except since this Spock is from the future, he no longer knows where he fits into the picture, if at all.]

I'm glad you're okay, and that you're here for him now. Sorry it meant being separated from your ship and the rest of your crew.

[He's happy to leave the issue well enough alone; he hasn't changed that much (he doesn't think he has), and it's unfair to put that on Spock again.]

[ Gratified he doesn't have to go into detail, a small nod is given in deference to Kyle's sympathies. A Vulcan wouldn't acknowledge them, but then again he's learned a lot about Terran manners in the past couple of years. ]

I will do everything in my power not to leave him. [ Again, evidently. He doesn't like the guilt he feels for that, tamped down beneath stoic logic. ] Have you acted as his support in the interim?

[A Vulcan really wouldn't. Kyle blinks in surprise, but goes along with it. He'll have to learn Spock all over again, when he's right there. The cocktail of frustration, anger, and joy, is one he recognises from being with Wally. The same and yet not.]

[And under all circumstances, not his.]

I did my best.

[Which is the truth, as well as an implication of failure on his part. Some gaps he can't fill, he tries to accept that.]

[Quieter, more firmly:] You didn't. Leave him, I mean. Nobody here goes willingly.

[ Kyle will find some edges sharper, some smoother, and probably not at all where he expects them to be. He doesn't acknowledge the pity that far, not when it veers too closely to Jim's part to play in Spock's life, aborting any acknowledgement thanks entirely when they are offered in excess and instead steering the conversation firmly, politely, aside. (Some topics are still strictly out of bounds.) ]

Nevertheless, your efforts are commendable. Are you hosting lessons for the kedan young?

[He's looking at a painting he almost understood, and it got replaced by a second draft or something. Either way, he just goes with it.]

Yeah, art. [he gestures to one of the cupboards, the door of which he hasn't closed yet. It's full of local fauna, in misshapen clay figurines.] They've taken pretty well to sculpting.

With your experience in the Corps, are your talents not better suited in application elsewhere?

[ It seems something of a waste of skill. ]

I'm a soldier, there's not much to fight yet. [A light shrug.] So I spend most of my time painting, or teaching the kids to do it.

Can you report on Captain Kirk's involvement in such activities during his incarceration here?

[ Jim is ... not broken, but fractured in multiple places. Spock intends to hold things together where his captain can't, but he'll be useless if he doesn't have a general idea of where to begin and Jim will never admit to the things that have really wounded him. So, recon.

If anyone asks, it's not snooping, it's his ~~calling~~ job. ]

[Kyle, on the other hand, would've flat out stated that Jim was broken. He doesn't question that Spock's choosing to focus on Jim, he thinks it's a natural response. After all, he'd bury himself in work too, to forget about how long he himself has been trapped.]

[However, he's privately amused (and saddened) by the fact that they'll never admit the things that truly bother them.]

[However, this is a little too close to tattling.]

What kind of reports?

video; fleet encryption

video; fleet encryption

video; fleet encryption

video; fleet encryption → action

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;