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I WAS LITTLE MORE THAN A CHILD
when my father explained that the mongrel is stronger than the thoroughbred,
The Earth-time on the ship was 02:00 and Spock was having a sleepless night. There are no days in space and time is something different here, bizarre and disconnecting. The ship's atmosphere tried to help with that and, for the most part, did a good job. The Captain was probably awake as well, but Spock didn't feel like seeking his company tonight. This evening he had little motivation to seek out companionship as he struggled with his internal thoughts.
Unbeknownst to the majority of the crew, Spock was not so unfeeling as he tried to convey. Sometimes he was. Some times it was easier, especially in the heat of the moment when there was a lot of activity. A good, strong investigation of a planet usually kept his head on right. But they'd been weeks, almost months now, without anything interesting to break the monotony of the dark vastness. He could see the restless unease starting to work into the crew, which made it doubly critical for him to maintain his own emotions. His eyes scan the darkness, searching for something. The only visible difference is a pair of stars — no planets, only a pair of white dwarfs circling each other in a bitter battle. The centuries would bring them together, slowly, until they collided and eventually went supernova.
But not now. Not for a long time yet... They were beautiful, though, and he raises up a hand to press against the glass as he gazes out at them. Closing his eyes, he presses his forehead also against the glass and sighs softly. What he wouldn't give to belong to just one side, to not face this eternal spinning. Caught in a violent cycle, like these twin stars. Two different energies sharing the same space and finding that there are only two options in the end. Find the middle ground and revolve peacefully or collide into a violent explosion. The question; which would it be for him?
THAT I WAS SPLENDIDLY BLENDED,
GENETICALLY ENGINEERED FOR SURVIVAL.
Kyler couldn't sleep, luckily for her, she didn't have class tomorrow. But that didn't help her any right now. The teen felt tired but her mind refused to calm down enough that she could relax. She had laid in bed for the longest watching each hour tick by slowly before she gave up. Climbing out of bed she pulled on her slippers and went to the kitchen. Maybe a nice cup of hot cocoa would help her sleep.
Thanks to the magic of space technology in what seemed like mere seconds she had a steaming cup of it. The warmth of it felt good on her hands. Sighing softly she took a few tentative sips of i. She sat quietly on one of the bar stools near the island in the kitchen drinking her cocoa. It didn't take long for the teen to finish it, but before going back to bed and trying to sleep she thought she might go to the observation lounge. Watching the stars always calmed her, she wondered now if it still would despite how badly she wanted to return to earth.
Quickly grabbing a blanket off the couch she wrapped it around her shoulders before making her way down to K deck. The hum of the turbolift was oddly comforting -- it was familiar and safe. Finally reaching the deck she stepped out and moved through the corridors of the ship until she reached the room. The door swished open as she approached. The second she walked in she knew she wasn't alone.
"Coming off a late shift or are you having trouble sleeping too, Commander Spock?" She asked knowing the man instantly even from the back -- his pointy ears gave him away. Surely the Vulcan wouldn't mind a little company.
@S'CHN T'GAI SPOCK