Post by thetokenbrit on Mar 13, 2017 22:23:50 GMT
Vulcan Starship
Onax
Vulcan Sector
“Illogical” Sonek stated flatly. The Vulcan captain scrutinized his new passenger with his unfeeling gaze.
The shabby man shrugged. “Whether it is logical or not, you have the room and you are headed that way, Captain. I have offered to assist you with any data you collect until we reach the planet.”
Sonek took a sip of his tea and regarded the curious man. “When we picked you up from the Andorian vessel, you stated that you were a simple traveler. So far, you have avoided our questions on where you are from and what your business is on the third planet in that star system. Our long range scans of that planet show it to be a primitive culture with a 95.9 percent chance of self-extinction in the next 300 years. We have not made contact with its people for this reason.”
The shabby man rubbed his scruffy dark beard and smiled. “You give those people far less credit than they deserve, Captain Sonek.”
Sonek regarded him again and perked his brow. “You appear to share the same physical features of the population indigenous to the planet, therefore it is likely that your appearance will not be brought into question. However, after having scanned you, we know you are not of that world. You are not human, as that population describes itself in its literature. Your brain patterns are of most interest to my medical officer.”
The shabby man nodded and sat a little straighter. “Yes, I’m sure they are. I’m also sure the Vulcan High Command would be interested in how you have been abducting species from pre-warp civilizations and running scans of them without their approval of such methods. Or do you still insist Deck 13 is off limits because of a plasma leak?”
Captain Sonek perked his brow but did not show any more confirmation of what the shabby man had said than that.
The shabby man had gotten curious and infiltrated Deck 13 and saw the medical bay full of species around this area, including three from the third planet of that solar system, the planet where this man wanted to be taken.
“Now, are you willing to take me to the third planet?” He turned his black eyes onto Sonek, who sat staring back into them for a moment. He was seemingly lost in thought. Sonek’s mouth opened a little and then with the smile of the shabby man, he cleared his throat.
“Yes. I am. We will land in a remote part north of their equator.” Sonek pulled up a map of the planet on the display and then perked a brow at the shabby man.
“Where would you like us to leave you?”
The shabby man smiled and pointed to an oddly shaped island in the top middle of the display.
“Right here should do me nicely, Captain.” He said softly.
The Highlands.
Scotland.
1800.
The shabby man stepped off the shuttle with his bag slung over his shoulder. He walked a little way into the clearing as the Vulcan Lieutenant who had piloted him watched him with the same unfeeling gaze that Captain Sonek and the other members of his crew had given him when they left the ship. He stopped and turned to her, looking at her with her arms behind her back as she watched him impassively.
“Do you require anything else?” She asked flatly.
“How about you run away with me? Start afresh here?” The shabby man smiled up at her.
The Lieutenant showed a flicker of alarm at that statement. The shabby man caught it and nodded.
“I knew it. Call your parents and tell them you do not want to marry him. I know it isn’t the Vulcan way but it is…” He chuckled and looked toward the path leading out of the clearing as a breeze blew through his shoulder length hair. The Lieutenant looked down and finished his sentence.
“It is the logical way.” She said. She looked up at the man again and perked a brow. “We have not spoken until now. May I ask how you knew of my predicament? Are you empathic?”
The shabby man looked back at her with his black eyes glinting in the evening sun.
“I just listened, Lieutenant. It’s what I’m famous for.”
He started off down the path as T’San watched him go with a perked brow.
“Fascinating” she said softly to herself, before stepping back onto the shuttle.
A few miles later, an old man looked up from tending to his fence wire to see a bearded, long haired scruffy, decidedly shabby man ambling down the path with a bag over his shoulder. He looked like trouble. The old man reached for his musket.
“Ye’d better stay there ‘afore I fill yer skinny guts full o’ shot!” The old man warned him
.
The other man dropped his bag and raised his hands, a grin breaking his features. “Sir, please. I mean you no harm. I’m just passing through..”
The old man chuckled bitterly at hearing the accent-less voice of the shabby man. “Ach, nae from around here. I figured as much! What’s yer name, laddie?”
The shabby man smiled.
“My name is Kerven. Tora Kerven.”
Onax
Vulcan Sector
“Illogical” Sonek stated flatly. The Vulcan captain scrutinized his new passenger with his unfeeling gaze.
The shabby man shrugged. “Whether it is logical or not, you have the room and you are headed that way, Captain. I have offered to assist you with any data you collect until we reach the planet.”
Sonek took a sip of his tea and regarded the curious man. “When we picked you up from the Andorian vessel, you stated that you were a simple traveler. So far, you have avoided our questions on where you are from and what your business is on the third planet in that star system. Our long range scans of that planet show it to be a primitive culture with a 95.9 percent chance of self-extinction in the next 300 years. We have not made contact with its people for this reason.”
The shabby man rubbed his scruffy dark beard and smiled. “You give those people far less credit than they deserve, Captain Sonek.”
Sonek regarded him again and perked his brow. “You appear to share the same physical features of the population indigenous to the planet, therefore it is likely that your appearance will not be brought into question. However, after having scanned you, we know you are not of that world. You are not human, as that population describes itself in its literature. Your brain patterns are of most interest to my medical officer.”
The shabby man nodded and sat a little straighter. “Yes, I’m sure they are. I’m also sure the Vulcan High Command would be interested in how you have been abducting species from pre-warp civilizations and running scans of them without their approval of such methods. Or do you still insist Deck 13 is off limits because of a plasma leak?”
Captain Sonek perked his brow but did not show any more confirmation of what the shabby man had said than that.
The shabby man had gotten curious and infiltrated Deck 13 and saw the medical bay full of species around this area, including three from the third planet of that solar system, the planet where this man wanted to be taken.
“Now, are you willing to take me to the third planet?” He turned his black eyes onto Sonek, who sat staring back into them for a moment. He was seemingly lost in thought. Sonek’s mouth opened a little and then with the smile of the shabby man, he cleared his throat.
“Yes. I am. We will land in a remote part north of their equator.” Sonek pulled up a map of the planet on the display and then perked a brow at the shabby man.
“Where would you like us to leave you?”
The shabby man smiled and pointed to an oddly shaped island in the top middle of the display.
“Right here should do me nicely, Captain.” He said softly.
The Highlands.
Scotland.
1800.
The shabby man stepped off the shuttle with his bag slung over his shoulder. He walked a little way into the clearing as the Vulcan Lieutenant who had piloted him watched him with the same unfeeling gaze that Captain Sonek and the other members of his crew had given him when they left the ship. He stopped and turned to her, looking at her with her arms behind her back as she watched him impassively.
“Do you require anything else?” She asked flatly.
“How about you run away with me? Start afresh here?” The shabby man smiled up at her.
The Lieutenant showed a flicker of alarm at that statement. The shabby man caught it and nodded.
“I knew it. Call your parents and tell them you do not want to marry him. I know it isn’t the Vulcan way but it is…” He chuckled and looked toward the path leading out of the clearing as a breeze blew through his shoulder length hair. The Lieutenant looked down and finished his sentence.
“It is the logical way.” She said. She looked up at the man again and perked a brow. “We have not spoken until now. May I ask how you knew of my predicament? Are you empathic?”
The shabby man looked back at her with his black eyes glinting in the evening sun.
“I just listened, Lieutenant. It’s what I’m famous for.”
He started off down the path as T’San watched him go with a perked brow.
“Fascinating” she said softly to herself, before stepping back onto the shuttle.
A few miles later, an old man looked up from tending to his fence wire to see a bearded, long haired scruffy, decidedly shabby man ambling down the path with a bag over his shoulder. He looked like trouble. The old man reached for his musket.
“Ye’d better stay there ‘afore I fill yer skinny guts full o’ shot!” The old man warned him
.
The other man dropped his bag and raised his hands, a grin breaking his features. “Sir, please. I mean you no harm. I’m just passing through..”
The old man chuckled bitterly at hearing the accent-less voice of the shabby man. “Ach, nae from around here. I figured as much! What’s yer name, laddie?”
The shabby man smiled.
“My name is Kerven. Tora Kerven.”