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madimpossibledreamer) wrote2017-12-27 11:42 pm
madimpossibledreamer) wrote2017-12-27 11:42 pm
Entry tags:
Anticipation, Unease
Main Points:
Star Trek (the 2009!movie verse) Cambion AU
Summary: Uhura and Spock discuss the new mission and the odd absence of the Captain...
Word Count: 980
Rating: Teen; this particular arc's gonna get dark, people.
Star Trek (the 2009!movie verse) Cambion AU
Summary: Uhura and Spock discuss the new mission and the odd absence of the Captain...
Word Count: 980
Rating: Teen; this particular arc's gonna get dark, people.
Spock feels the slightest hint of…well, if he was human, it would probably be concern. He’s unable to discern its exact cause. The Captain is prone to wandering off to discover the biological differences between humans and the other species in the galaxy, but he had observed something different about this time. The problem is that he had noticed it subconsciously, and now is at a loss to explain the source of his unease.
In general, the Dawoathki civilization is intriguing. They are a people fascinated with science, and if allowed would have scrambled all over the shuttle taken due to the interference of the planet’s atmosphere with the transporters. Unfortunately, they would have also disassembed the shuttle, and the Captain had firmly disagreed with that outcome for logical reasons. He had, however, given the Chief Scientist Da`wo Ki`raeth the schematic for the shuttle, and the gratitude expressed was, while logical in origin, uncomfortable to watch.
Perhaps that is the cause of his purely logical concern, Spock considers. Captain Kirk is a human possessed of a greater store of charisma than most members of the Homo sapiens species, but his earlier flirting had been met with unease or outright distaste, and upon such reactions, the Captain had dropped his efforts. Even if he was…restless…no Da`woat would go along with his efforts, surely? Was the Captain even in the kind of shape necessary for such activities, given his physical state? And, when rebuffed, he would have returned, grinning as much as if he’d been successful. Despite this usual outcome, he had yet to return for the night.
It is useless thinking without results, he concludes, and walks over to join Nyota. “Lieutenant, what have you found so far?”
Uhura smiles ruefully. “It’s very human of me, but there’s something not quite right about this place.”
He ignores the temptation to reach out for her hand to comfort her. “As there is some discrepancy in the behavior of the Da`woat which seems to indicate trouble, and previous evidence indicates that we have a high percentage of encountering misfortune compared to the average starship crew, I would not disparage the status of your intelligence.”
Her smile turns more genuine, which is an objective improvement. “I believe the ruins,” she directs her gaze to the crumbling rock structures amongst which the Da`woat made their home and in which they are now camped, “…are actually from the previous incarnation of the Dawoathki civilization. It’s like if the human race decided to live in the pyramids and temples of long-dead civilizations.”
“If I remember correctly, the inhabitants of the old Earth state Italy practice similar housing decisions,” Spock states, and is rewarded with a nod.
“Yes, but there’s…” she sighs, searching for the correct words. It’s a fascinating phenomenon, particularly when so many of the other humans aboard the Enterprise appear to take no thought about their choice of expression but merely talk without thinking. “It’s as if they don’t care at all about their past. For some of them, there’s even contempt. We may know that the ancient Romans were comparatively primitive, but we still celebrate some of their triumphs such as the aqueducts distributing water to the populace or the improved sanitation systems that helped lessen the spread of disease. I would have expected some similar celebration. A Da`woat scientist, in an era of savages. Something.”
“That kind of thinking may still be…what is the Earth term, ethnocentric?” he asks, and is rewarded with another proud smile.
“Yes, but there’s something else—where are their laboratories? I don’t mean to be so human in my thinking, but one of the few constants we’ve run into with science across the universe is some kind of containment for experiments gone wrong. We have yet to see them. Perhaps they are too sensitive to show to outsiders, but they’ve been anything but shy about showing us all the other science they have discovered.” The frustration in her tone indicates that this is merely one of many inconsistencies she’d uncovered during her time studying the dry history she’d been handed.
The half-Vulcan frowns. She has a logical point, but then, Nyota often does. “Is there any indication in the history of how they conduct their scientific investigations?”
Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head, looking even more frustrated. “No, and I should’ve caught that.” She sounds a little more encouraged as she continues, “Apparently dropping two letters is a sign of respect, so it’s a good sign Kirk’s being called Capta and we’re Hum and Vulc respectively.”
“Is there anything else of note?” Spock asks, because despite direct evidence of their diplomatic status the parts are not adding to the whole, which is nonsensical.
She nods. “The only thing recorded about the past…what, three hundred thousand, four hundred thousand years ago?”
“Ensign Abboud recorded that as the approximate era of damage to the ruins, yes. The conclusion that this is the point that separates the eras in this planet’s history is a sensible one,” he agrees.
“There’s something about ‘the Time of Abandon’. Most of what is written about it is very vague, but the imagery invokes some mix of the Celtic Wild Hunt and a Roman Bacchanalia.” At his blank look, she elaborates. “The Wild Hunt is a myth in which ghosts or other supernatural figures take part in a dangerous hunt which always takes down its quarry. It is seen as a bad omen to any who witness it, either because they will be killed as bystanders or will be drawn into the hunt as well. A Bacchanalia is a celebration of the god Bacchus, who presided over wine, freedom, and ecstasy.”
Spock’s lips twist in something like a smile. “It sounds a most human festival.”
Nyota rolls her eyes, but he can tell she, too, is amused. “The Captain would love it, I’m sure.”
In general, the Dawoathki civilization is intriguing. They are a people fascinated with science, and if allowed would have scrambled all over the shuttle taken due to the interference of the planet’s atmosphere with the transporters. Unfortunately, they would have also disassembed the shuttle, and the Captain had firmly disagreed with that outcome for logical reasons. He had, however, given the Chief Scientist Da`wo Ki`raeth the schematic for the shuttle, and the gratitude expressed was, while logical in origin, uncomfortable to watch.
Perhaps that is the cause of his purely logical concern, Spock considers. Captain Kirk is a human possessed of a greater store of charisma than most members of the Homo sapiens species, but his earlier flirting had been met with unease or outright distaste, and upon such reactions, the Captain had dropped his efforts. Even if he was…restless…no Da`woat would go along with his efforts, surely? Was the Captain even in the kind of shape necessary for such activities, given his physical state? And, when rebuffed, he would have returned, grinning as much as if he’d been successful. Despite this usual outcome, he had yet to return for the night.
It is useless thinking without results, he concludes, and walks over to join Nyota. “Lieutenant, what have you found so far?”
Uhura smiles ruefully. “It’s very human of me, but there’s something not quite right about this place.”
He ignores the temptation to reach out for her hand to comfort her. “As there is some discrepancy in the behavior of the Da`woat which seems to indicate trouble, and previous evidence indicates that we have a high percentage of encountering misfortune compared to the average starship crew, I would not disparage the status of your intelligence.”
Her smile turns more genuine, which is an objective improvement. “I believe the ruins,” she directs her gaze to the crumbling rock structures amongst which the Da`woat made their home and in which they are now camped, “…are actually from the previous incarnation of the Dawoathki civilization. It’s like if the human race decided to live in the pyramids and temples of long-dead civilizations.”
“If I remember correctly, the inhabitants of the old Earth state Italy practice similar housing decisions,” Spock states, and is rewarded with a nod.
“Yes, but there’s…” she sighs, searching for the correct words. It’s a fascinating phenomenon, particularly when so many of the other humans aboard the Enterprise appear to take no thought about their choice of expression but merely talk without thinking. “It’s as if they don’t care at all about their past. For some of them, there’s even contempt. We may know that the ancient Romans were comparatively primitive, but we still celebrate some of their triumphs such as the aqueducts distributing water to the populace or the improved sanitation systems that helped lessen the spread of disease. I would have expected some similar celebration. A Da`woat scientist, in an era of savages. Something.”
“That kind of thinking may still be…what is the Earth term, ethnocentric?” he asks, and is rewarded with another proud smile.
“Yes, but there’s something else—where are their laboratories? I don’t mean to be so human in my thinking, but one of the few constants we’ve run into with science across the universe is some kind of containment for experiments gone wrong. We have yet to see them. Perhaps they are too sensitive to show to outsiders, but they’ve been anything but shy about showing us all the other science they have discovered.” The frustration in her tone indicates that this is merely one of many inconsistencies she’d uncovered during her time studying the dry history she’d been handed.
The half-Vulcan frowns. She has a logical point, but then, Nyota often does. “Is there any indication in the history of how they conduct their scientific investigations?”
Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head, looking even more frustrated. “No, and I should’ve caught that.” She sounds a little more encouraged as she continues, “Apparently dropping two letters is a sign of respect, so it’s a good sign Kirk’s being called Capta and we’re Hum and Vulc respectively.”
“Is there anything else of note?” Spock asks, because despite direct evidence of their diplomatic status the parts are not adding to the whole, which is nonsensical.
She nods. “The only thing recorded about the past…what, three hundred thousand, four hundred thousand years ago?”
“Ensign Abboud recorded that as the approximate era of damage to the ruins, yes. The conclusion that this is the point that separates the eras in this planet’s history is a sensible one,” he agrees.
“There’s something about ‘the Time of Abandon’. Most of what is written about it is very vague, but the imagery invokes some mix of the Celtic Wild Hunt and a Roman Bacchanalia.” At his blank look, she elaborates. “The Wild Hunt is a myth in which ghosts or other supernatural figures take part in a dangerous hunt which always takes down its quarry. It is seen as a bad omen to any who witness it, either because they will be killed as bystanders or will be drawn into the hunt as well. A Bacchanalia is a celebration of the god Bacchus, who presided over wine, freedom, and ecstasy.”
Spock’s lips twist in something like a smile. “It sounds a most human festival.”
Nyota rolls her eyes, but he can tell she, too, is amused. “The Captain would love it, I’m sure.”