Stardate 0916.6
Arrival
Spock gazed at the planet known as Tau Ceti 5. He took a deep shuddering breath, and as there was no one to see his lapse of control he was able to relax and enjoy his first sight of the world that held, perhaps, the key to his future.
Starbase Seven was located on this, the more hospitable of the two class M worlds in the star system. Different from the desert planet of Spock's birth, it could only be compared to Earth with its large oceans, mountain ranges and vast parklands. It was Starfleet's headquarters in this sector, a popular stopover for the shipping lines, and had been one of Earth's first colonies. Three kilometres to the east of the base, on the planet's largest continent, was the main campus of Starfleet Academy.
The muted sound of a female voice alerted Spock that he was about to be disturbed and by the time the door of the observation room opened, he had schooled his features to present the ideal Vulcan expression. He had learned that it discouraged aliens from approaching him and that was infinitely preferable to their company. With an effort he tightened his shields to exclude the uninhibited thoughts of the humans who now entered.
He stood wrapped in a cocoon of serenity and recalled recent events.
He had left Vulcan six days before for Alpha Centauri. There he had stayed at the Starfleet hostel, awaiting transport to take him and other students to Tau Ceti. It had been difficult to adjust to living in cramped quarters with a group of humans for, despite having a room of his own, he had been expected to share dining and recreation areas with them. Used to Vulcan standards of courtesy he had been startled by the brashness of the humans. They had plied him with questions, touched without permission and had subjected him to their emotional thoughts and behaviour until, suffering from nausea and a severe headache, he had been forced to retreat to his room.
He had never experienced such symptoms before and, at first, could not understand their cause but after a period of light meditation the answer had emerged. Now he knew why Sarek made the ideal ambassador. Only a Vulcan with a limited psi-ability could tolerate the constant mental outpourings of other species. T'Pau was a telepath of the highest order. That was the true reason, unknown to any outworlder, why the Matriarch had refused a seat on the Federation Council.
Despite his father's ambassadorial position Spock had rarely been permitted to socialise with the many alien visitors who visited their Shikahr residence. Sarek had explained that Spock needed more tuition in the psi-arts before he could mix with the mind-blind. Although Spock had been prepared for some discomfort he had not realised the severity of the debilitating effects caused by the presence of these recruits. For a moment he had almost panicked. How would he, with his powerful psi-gift, be able to cope with the variety of species at Starfleet Academy if he could not maintain his equilibrium amongst six humans. None of his training had prepared him for this. He must learn to shut out not only noise but also their unbridled thoughts and the discomfort from accidental touch. Now Spock understood Sarek's reasoning yet he began to consider the possibility that his isolation from non-Vulcans might have had a detrimental effect on his growth in the psi-arts. To learn by experience was a valid method.
After his bout of nausea he had cultivated an indifferent manner which had seemed to alienate the others but he had overheard one of them, a young dark-haired Amerindian woman, Winema Blackhawk, defending him. "He's not human. Why can't you remember that? One of the reasons we're going to join Starfleet is to meet and interact with other species. We have to respect their differences or else we can't call ourselves the United Federation of Planets."
After deliberating on those words, Spock had concluded that if some humans could show such tolerance then his decision to join Starfleet had been the correct one. However to stop himself from further offending them he remained apart, eating alone and studying in his cabin.
The idea of going home passed through his mind. Home to the gentle unobtrusive love of his mother whose mental emanations had never disturbed him; to his father who would forgive him his childish rebellion. Home to years at the Science Academy senior faculty where he would struggle to get his theories accepted by staid and blinkered academicians. They would scorn his hybrid nature and erratic reasoning as some of his classmates and teachers at the junior faculty had done.
Spock's human side gave him insights that the majority of Vulcans found incomprehensible. Yet a few of his teachers, despite their initial concern over his leaps of intuition, had encouraged him. Their patience and extra tuition had given him the impetus to continue and despite being several years younger than his classmates Spock had graduated with the highest ever marks at the Vulcan Science Academy's junior school.
No. He could not subject himself to proving himself a true Vulcan amongst those who would not accept him as such. All through his life, he had sensed their illogical fear of him although they explained it away in the name of logic. If one such hybrid was more intelligent than the average full-blood then any more born might threaten the stability of their culture. Spock knew that to be far from the truth. More than anything he wanted to be accepted as a Vulcan, for that was the path he had chosen as a child. His detractors were in a minority but many of them held positions of authority and despite paying lip service to the principles of IDIC, there had been times when they had discriminated against him.
On occasion Spock even suspected his father was one of their number. If so, then it was not logical. Surely Sarek must have realised that the child of an interspecies marriage must have inherited some characteristics from both his parents. Only his mother and great-grandmother, T'Pau, the Matriarch of all Vulcan, had supported him in his choice to join Starfleet. Although Vulcan had been a founder member of the Federation her citizens did not mix freely amongst the general populace of their allies' worlds and until now none had ever applied for a place at Starfleet Academy. Spock knew that the traditionally pacifist Vulcans disliked Starfleet's military image and preferred to maintain their own scientific vessels. Once Spock's ambition had been to join that fleet but reflecting on his childhood experiences he had come to the conclusion that, even there, a hybrid being would never be fully accepted.
Starfleet's recruitment material had been encouraging. Candidates with the required academic ability, talent, promise or technical expertise who could pass their entrance examinations would be welcome regardless of race, species, gender, background or financial status. They would be given full training, an allowance, and boarded at one of the various colleges located in Federation territory. However the Tau Ceti campus held the main science faculty and that was where Spock wanted to study. Starfleet Academy was funded by a special account run by the Federation bank and paid into by all its member planets including Vulcan. Spock would be the first of his people to make use of that facility.
Now he was peripherally aware of the six humans who stood a short distance away. This was the first time he had seen them in three days but they were quieter now perhaps in deference to his presence. Spock continued to gaze at the planet below as Winema Blackhawk approached him. He pretended not to notice but could not ignore her when she spoke. "Spock, we were wondering if you were all right."
Spock could sense her concern and it confused him. "I am quite well," he answered.
"When you didn't appear for so long we were worried."
Spock turned to look at her. She was small and he fought the urge to stoop as he replied, "Worry is an emotion. It is illogical."
"You're the first Vulcan any of us have met. We didn't know how to treat you. If we offended you then we're sorry."
Spock could not control the rise of his eyebrow. She flushed under his scrutiny then glanced sidelong at the viewer. Spock did not understand her reaction but to hide his own embarrassment he returned to his study of the planet. It was not logical but somehow he felt less uncomfortable amongst these humans.
As they left the transport vessel and travelled by shuttle to the planet, Spock reviewed some facts about his new home. Starfleet Academy housed approximately twenty-five thousand students, teachers plus support services and was the most complex educational establishment in the known galaxy. Competition for entry was fierce among students from every world of the Federation yet Spock's subspace application had been accepted within a day. He had expected several interviews or a variety of tests or even, due to his father's influence, a refusal so their swift and positive response had surprised him.
The science faculty was an institution whose prestige rivalled that of the Vulcan Science Academy. Once Spock's training was complete he would be able to join any ship in the fleet. There was always a shortage of science specialists. Out in space where the unexpected always happened, a science officer's expertise could often mean the difference between life and death. The opportunity to increase his knowledge was a further inducement but also, hidden in his deepest thoughts and scarcely acknowledged even to himself, there was a desire for adventure. He attributed this to his human blood and fought its influence with every Vulcan control at his disposal. There were times, though, when nothing could overcome its allure.
After a smooth landing, all the students left the shuttle. At the aft end, service drones unloaded the luggage. Waiting for the recruits were a male commodore, a female lieutenant commander and three senior cadets. All were human. Spock stood straight, clasped his hands behind his back and waited for orders while the six recruits beside him shuffled their feet and broadcast their nervousness. Spock was no less apprehensive but he repressed it and was certain that his features remained impassive
One of the cadets stepped forward and called out names from a list. On hearing his, Spock responded in the Vulcan manner. "Spock, sir. I come to serve." He bowed his head respectfully.
The commodore, a tall and distinguished grey haired man in his late fifties who spoke in an accent common to the British Isles on Earth, nodded then smiled. "I am Commodore Wallace, Deputy Commander of Starfleet Academy. It is my pleasure to welcome you here." He indicated the black-haired, dark-skinned woman beside him. "This is Lieutenant Commander Perez, Chief of Admissions. She will assist you in settling in."
"Follow me." Perez said, with a smile, then turned and led the way from the landing site to the complex beyond.
The young humans hesitated but Spock, taking the lead, followed her and the others fell into line behind him. He kept his eyes front but was almost painfully aware of people who watched them from just beyond the perimeter of the landing ground. Had they never seen an off-worlder before? They must have. Although 70% of Starfleet members were human the remainder were from races such as Deltans, Andorians, Tellarites, Rigellians, who all trained at the Academy. Not all of these species were similar to Terrans therefore a Vulcan should not be the focus of such interest. Yet Spock knew, as the first Vulcan to enter the Academy, that he was.
For a moment he wished he was at the Vulcan Science Academy. No one would notice him there. Too polite to stare, or show curiosity, his peers and tutors would tolerate him because of his family connections. Nonsense, he chastised himself. You are deluding yourself. You applied to Starfleet to escape them. They would have stifled me. They would not truly accept me. He straightened his back and walked on. If he could not convince his father's people that he was a true Vulcan then he would accomplish it with these humans. He would represent Vulcan and do it well.
He caught a whispered comment from one of the onlookers. "I've never seen such a top brass welcome before."
Spock raised an eyebrow. Was it for him? Or was one of his companions someone of importance? He restrained his curiosity and dismissed these questions as unimportant.
On reaching a towering glass-fronted building, they were met by other officers in the maroon uniforms of the Administration Corps. Perez assigned each new cadet to one of the older humans before turning to Spock. "Please follow me, Cadet Spock."
"Yes, sir," Spock replied, aware that female officers were given the male designation.
She smiled and led him to an elevator. "Tenth floor," she said, and in 1.25 minutes they entered through a door on which was printed, Admiral Simonson, Commander, Starfleet Academy. Spock blinked but otherwise showed no visible signs of his surprise as he wondered why he had been brought here. The secretary in the outer office waved them to another door, staring at Spock as he did so. Spock ignored the man and followed Chief Perez into an inner office.
Admiral Simonson was a veteran starship commander who, invalided from active duty, now held one of the most difficult ground jobs in Starfleet. In his mid forties by human reckoning, he had a pale but unlined face, dark hair, intense blue eyes, and a ready smile. "Good day, Cadet Spock." He indicated a chair. "Please be seated."
Spock bowed his head in greeting. "Thank you, sir." He sat down and clasped his hands together on his lap.
Perez stood behind the admiral's chair and both humans regarded Spock. "You may not be aware that your enrolment at the Academy is an event which will have repercussions throughout the Federation," Simonson said.
Spock struggled to control a shiver as a wave of intense cold permeated him. He recognised the cause as dread; something he had, on occasion, experienced. Had his father's influence swayed T'Pau? Would he not be permitted to study here? He was still a minor by Vulcan law. Perhaps he could be forced to return home. "I do not understand, sir."
"Starfleet and the Federation Council have been attempting to recruit Vulcans since the fleet was first founded. We were told by your ambassadors that a people bred to peace had no inclination to join a navy whose ships carried destructive weapons. I would like to know, Cadet Spock, why have you broken with this tradition?"
Spock held on to his nerve. It was possible that the office was under surveillance and his every word was being relayed to a higher authority. "Sir, I specialise in the sciences and have procured a place at the Vulcan Science Academy, however I do not wish a life in academia. It is my belief that Starfleet Academy can offer me a more diverse education and that my knowledge can be used to better advantage as a science officer with Starfleet."
"You could serve on a Vulcan science ship," Simonson replied.
"Sir, I am interested in the interaction between different species. On an all-Vulcan ship that is an impossibility." He did not mention his particular curiosity in learning more about humans.
The two officers studied him then Perez spoke, "Your educational records are very impressive, Cadet Spock. On their strength we accepted your application without interviewing you. The problem is that you're well ahead of the first and second year cadets. It would be detrimental to your progress and their morale to place you in either of those years. Also you have worked in areas never before tackled by this academy. We've put our teaching board onto the matter. They'll want to see you at the earliest opportunity."
Spock inclined his head to hide his relief. They were going to accept him after all. "I am at their disposal, Commander."
Simonson leaned back. "The majority of students at this campus are human. We know a little light-hearted hazing goes on. That's normal in most schools but bullying and prejudice we will not permit. If you've any problems of that nature you must tell one of your teachers. To one educated under such a different system it's going to be difficult enough for you here."
"I am aware of that, sir, and am prepared."
"Good. During my time in Starfleet I've met Vulcans. I owe my life to one of your fleet captains." The admiral hesitated before continuing, "Your people are highly respected but we don't know much about them and of you in particular. Do you require any special conditions?"
Spock could scarcely believe their consideration. He had been led to believe that high proportions of humans were intolerant, emotional and often ignorant of other life forms. Admiral Simonson, perhaps because of his background as a starship captain, was none of these things. Spock resolved to voice his concerns. It was illogical not to. They would discover his unique physiology at the first medical examination.
"Sir, I am half-Vulcan. To this date I am the only Vulcan/human hybrid in existence. However I have inherited an ability which I must disclose. Vulcans are touch telepaths and under certain situations can be adversely affected by the clamour of unshielded minds. I respectfully request privacy rights and, if possible, small tutorials instead of large classes."
As Simonson and Perez exchanged worried glances, Spock wondered if he should have mentioned it. Illogical, he told himself. Other telepathic species are Federation members.
"We respect the privacy of all," Simonson said. "Our unattached students occupy single rooms. We have assigned you one at the science college residences. There are also quiet rooms for periods of retreat. As for tutorials I'm sure something can be arranged. However until our teaching staff can assess you it'll be necessary for you to attend normal classes. Please explain how you are affected by unshielded minds? Also how, under the circumstances, can you expect to work with others?"
"Sir, I will, in time, learn to exclude the emanations from other beings. Until then, if I am to succeed in my course at the Academy, I will require peaceful surroundings and solitude."
"You didn't answer my first question, Cadet."
Spock lifted his chin and stared straight into the admiral's eyes. "The symptoms are nausea and physical pain, sir."
Simonson turned away from Spock's gaze. "Now I begin to understand one reason why Vulcans have never joined us."
"Do you need medical help to overcome this?" Perez asked.
"No, sir. Only discipline and practise will be necessary."
"You'll discuss this with the doctor when you have your first medical," Simonson said. "Is there anything else we should know?"
"I cannot answer, sir, as I am unacquainted with your knowledge of Vulcans."
Simonson cleared his throat. "Well, young man, we know only what your people have told us and what little we have found out ourselves." He hesitated again before continuing, "I believe it's important to tell you that there's been an almighty wrangle regarding your enrolment here. There are factions on your home planet who are against it and Ambassador Sarek, himself, has demanded your immediate return."
A sudden gut-wrenching ache caught Spock unawares and he blanched. He struggled to compose himself but knew that his distress must be noticeable to the two humans. He lowered his head and stared down at his clasped hands.
"Are you all right, Cadet Spock?" Perez asked.
"Affirmative," he replied in an almost steady tone.
"I believe you have displeased a powerful lobby on Vulcan by your decision to come here but there are some who approve and I'll read to you a message from Lady T'Pau herself."
Spock looked up and gazed intently at the Earthman, noting how once again he averted his eyes. Simonson turned his attention to the computer screen and read,
"I, T'Pau do grant my permission for Spock... " Simonson coughed. "I'm sorry, Cadet, but I can't pronounce the name."
He smiled and continued, "to attend Starfleet Academy. It is my belief that his presence there will enhance the special relationship between Earth and Vulcan and be of benefit to Spock himself.
Your attention must be drawn to the fact that Spock is half-human. Therefore his physiology is unique. I trust that his welfare will be given the highest priority.
I must draw your notice to Article 102 of the Federation charter concerning the privacy of Vulcan citizens. It declares that the parentage and background of any Vulcan is protected and no details will be forthcoming except that given voluntarily by the individual or by his or her clan leader. Any attempt by Starfleet Intelligence or any other organisation or individual to ascertain further information will result in the withdrawal of Spock from Starfleet Academy and legal action will be pursued at the highest level of the Federation Council."
Spock's relief threatened to overwhelm him. T'Pau had intervened for him once more. This time she had overruled Sarek's attempts to withdraw him and in no uncertain terms had demanded careful treatment of her great-grandson in this alien environment. Now Spock understood why he had been given an audience with Admiral Simonson. T'Pau had also eased the way regarding his background. His family privacy was assured. Spock's birth had remained a secret outside of Vulcan until now yet he wondered how long it would remain so. There were few bondings between Vulcans and humans. Sarek was a familiar figure in the Federation and Amanda often travelled with him.
Simonson cleared his throat. "I've replied to T'Pau assuring her of our co-operation. We want you to succeed here, Cadet Spock. There's more at stake than perhaps you realise. It concerns the future of Starfleet as a multi-species organisation. If you lead the way then it's our hope that more Vulcans will follow. Your people are the finest scientists in the Federation and Starfleet urgently needs those skills in its deep space missions."
Privately, Spock disagreed that other Vulcans would be interested in his progress. They would use his rebellion as an excuse to brand him as human and not be influenced by anything he achieved. "I am honoured to have been accepted, sir. I will endeavour to bring credit to the Academy," he said.
Simonson seemed pleased with Spock's answer. "I'm sure you will. Welcome aboard, Cadet."
"May I ask your age, Cadet Spock, if it doesn't break the privacy code?" Perez asked.
"In Terran terms I am eighteen point four five years," Spock replied.
"Most of our students enter at approximately eighteen but our youngest came in at sixteen." Simonson nodded then said, "Go with Commander Perez. You'll be shown to your quarters. Cadet Spock, please remember what we've discussed here today. One final word. I've been on your world and I know that the Vulcan code of honour maintains respect for all life. Humans try to subscribe to those principles. We don't always succeed. Your presence here will be a fine example to the other students. Good luck. You are dismissed."
***
Spock's quarters were small, compared to his own large bedroom at home, but they were adequate. There was sufficient closet space and in the working area the most important item of all sat on the desk. A computer terminal. His luggage had been delivered and after unpacking his belongings and placing his lyrette on an alcove shelf Spock walked over to the window and looked out.
His room was on the eighth floor overlooking a park area. Although Lt Commander Perez had informed him that the rooms were soundproofed to human standards, Spock could hear activity from adjoining quarters and the corridor. A muted hum from outside also reached him and he knew that it would be a distraction and a nuisance unless he could learn to ignore it. However, it could have been worse. The rooms on the other side of the building were above the busy main thoroughfare and Spock was relieved that he had been given a quieter location.
The room was painted in a garish colour that was already causing his eyes to ache. Exposure to it for more than a short period would certainly give him visual problems. He wondered if decorations were permitted and if he had the credits to pay for any. He had his student's allowance from the Academy funds but was unsure if his personal account been discontinued.
He sat down in front of the computer and within moments his financial records appeared on the screen. Nothing had been changed and Spock slumped back on his chair. At least he would have the means to buy anything he required, in particular the advanced computer equipment necessary for his research projects. Even with the proper codes, this terminal had only limited access to the Academy mainframe. He needed to augment its capability. As a new student he might not be permitted to make use of the science faculty network for his personal use.
"Incoming message," the computer voice said.
"Begin," Spock replied.
He watched as the Family logo appeared on the screen then was replaced by his mother's image. "Spock, I wanted to check your safe arrival."
"Greetings, Mother. My journey was uneventful and I am ensconced in my quarters." Spock studied her worried face. "Are you well, Mother?"
"Yes, I'm fine." She hesitated then added, "Your father is off-planet. He's not taken your departure well, Spock. T'Pau's support for you has not helped the matter either. It is my dearest hope that he'll become reconciled to the situation in time. He always was stubborn. Marrying a human against his family's wishes showed that. Perhaps you are more like him than he realises."
"Mother, I shall endeavour to show Sarek that my choice was the correct one."
"I know you'll do your best wherever you are, Spock, but remember you'll be amongst humans. Some may mistake your reserve for arrogance. They may become jealous of your academic excellence. You must try to cultivate friendships. I know that's difficult for you but you can't live your life alone. Do you realise that?"
"Humans are exposed to different life-forms. Thirty percent of the student population is non-human. I am hardly unusual."
"You are, Spock. You're the first Vulcan student there and you're exceptional even amongst Vulcans. Those who are different often find problems amongst even people who profess the equality of all species. Just take care, my son. I know how cruel human beings can be."
Spock raised an eyebrow as he recalled his boyhood tormentors. "The cruelty of Vulcans will be difficult to surpass."
Amanda wiped a tear from her eye. "My thoughts will always be with you, Spock."
"Peace and long life, Mother," Spock replied. He raised a hand in the Vulcan salute. Amanda returned it then the screen blanked.
After a short meditation to excise the emotion caused by his mother's message, Spock committed the layout of the Academy to memory and decided to explore the campus at the first opportunity. The reputations of both the museum and library were favourable and he wished to visit them. He checked his personal timetable and noted that he would not be required to attend lectures for two days. A medical appointment had been arranged for the following morning and an interview with the teaching board was scheduled at 15:00 hours. Following that he was to be outfitted with his cadet uniform.
The chronometer read 19:56 and for the first time since his arrival, Spock realised that he was hungry. There was a service outlet in his room, which supplied liquids and light foods, but for a proper meal he would need to go to the mess hall. Spock stood up, straightened the jacket of his black suit and left his quarters. He steeled himself for the clamour of the dining area and hoped that his shields would protect him.
He ignored the curious looks sent his way as he entered. The noise was painful to him but he gritted his teeth and walked to the buffet area. There was a wide range of interstellar cuisine available but none of it was Vulcan. Some dishes were unfamiliar to him and he had little idea of what was suitable for his metabolism.
One of the catering staff stepped forward and asked, "Is there a problem?"
Spock looked at him. "I require vegetarian foods. Animal protein is deleterious to my physiology." It was not the complete truth but the other would never know that.
The man averted his eyes, his face flushing. Spock could not understand why humans were uncomfortable when he gave them his full attention. It was most peculiar. The man pointed out the vegetarian foods and Spock, after thanking him, filled his tray with a variety of salads, breads and a pot of herbal tea then made his way over to an empty table.
A group of young humans were sitting nearby. Their laughter faded as Spock sat down. Aware of their scrutiny, Spock, mindful of his mother's words, nodded to them with polite reserve. "Good evening," he said.
A few of them spluttered. Under Spock's stare they became silent and, hiding his dismay over their reaction, he turned to his meal and began to eat. If they could not acknowledge his greeting then some humans were truly as ignorant as he had heard.
The food was dull but adequate. Spock sipped at his tea, cocooning himself from the hum and clatter around him. His confidence boosted by his ability to shield amongst so many distractions, he began to relax. When a cough drew his attention he looked up to see Winema Blackhawk, the dark haired female who had been one of his travelling companions. Standing up he clasped his hands behind his back and waited for her to speak.
She seemed startled. "Oh, please finish your tea."
Spock hesitated for a moment then resumed his seat. The girl was still standing and unsure of the required etiquette he remained silent.
"Are you settling in?" she asked.
"Affirmative," he replied.
She chewed at her lip then asked, "Would you care to join us in the rec area after you've finished your meal?"
"For what purpose?" Spock inquired. He could sense her apprehension but there were also other emotions coming from her, which confused him.
"A game."
"I have little knowledge of Terran games. I have, however, some experience in tri-dimensional chess." Spock did not add that he had been supreme chess champion of his school.
Winema smiled. "I see. Well there are tri-d sets there."
"Very well. I shall accompany you." Spock drained his cup then placed his tray in the recycler. The girl waited and Spock wondered why she was persisting in her efforts to talk to him.
She smiled. "Okay, the rec area is upstairs. The others are waiting."
"Others?" Spock asked.
"Kendo, Soraya, Mikos, Noriko and Liam," she replied.
His other fellow travellers. Winema walked by his side and cast sidelong glances at the watching students. Spock was aware of their interest but could not understand it. He caught a glimpse of Lt. Commander Perez and noted her smile. Humans smiled with so little provocation and it was almost impossible to ascertain the reasons. Perhaps in time he would learn.
A memory intruded. His father...
He swallowed as the image of Sarek, anger showing in his normally emotionless eyes, swam before him. Spock, if you leave for Starfleet Academy I will no longer acknowledge you as my son. I will not speak to you as a parent again.
Spock dismissed the unpleasant recollection and concentrated on a remark Sarek had once made concerning the difficulty of reading the smiles of humans, apart from Amanda's. They held so many shades of meaning and it had taken years for even he, an experienced ambassador, to understand them. Even now he was not always correct. Spock determined that he would apply himself to study all that that was possible about humans.
"This way," Winema said, startling him from his thoughts. She pointed to a doorway.
***
The rec room was crowded. Students were gathered round the various game consoles or seated in groups, talking and laughing. Some listened to music or engaged in virtual reality programs on personal units while others watched a vid-show on large wall screens. Unprepared for the excessive noise and the pressure of so many excited minds Spock, overwhelmed and desperate to escape, retreated to the door.
"What's wrong? Where are you going?" Winema asked.
"I must leave," Spock said and stumbled from the room.
Nausea and dizziness almost prostrated him but he managed to reach the outside where he leaned against a wall and gulped in the fresh night air. It cleared his head a little and, drawn by the distant peaceful gurgle of water, he walked towards a circle of weeping willows. It was sheltered here and warm. He sat down on the moss-covered stone, which surrounded a trickling fountain, hugged his knees to his chest and some of his tension eased away. This place reminded him of his mother's garden and a wave of intense homesickness tempted him to resign from the Academy and return to Vulcan.
No. I cannot. I must not permit emotion to rule me. I have made my decision and must abide by it. Anything else is untenable.
The area was deserted and, grateful for the privacy, Spock slipped into a light meditation. After a time his symptoms faded away and at peace once more he roused himself to look upwards. It was dark now and the blazing star field was magnificent. He could see 40 Eridani with his naked eye. It looked so remote - so magnificent. Spock controlled his homesickness this time and forced himself to study the display with a scientific eye. To succumb to his human half was unacceptable. He was a Vulcan. As he sat in the silence, the earlier disturbances to his equilibrium were relegated to a distant part of his mind.
***
After a night spent in further meditation followed by four hours of sleep, Spock prepared himself for his medical. Since his sixth year, no one but the Family healer, his grandmother T'Lera had treated him. Before that healers from the Shikahr Medical University had closely monitored him. Now he must submit to an examination by strangers. It was a necessary requirement but that did not reconcile Spock to the prospect.
The Academy Medical Centre was a sterile place. Spock stared at the grey flooring, dreading the moment he would be called to the inner office, until a nurse in a blue uniform entered. She was a Deltan with the typical bald head of her species. She gestured him into the other room and, with an outward display of icy dignity, Spock entered.
The medical officer was a human woman, of African heritage, close to his mother's age. She smiled at him. "Please be seated, Cadet Spock. I'm Dr Obuto. Chief Medical Officer."
Spock sat upright and stared straight ahead as she asked details on his medical history, checked on her computer and made further notes. He had always been healthy so he had little to tell her. She leaned back in her chair and studied him for a moment before asking him to lie on the diagnostic bed. Spock did so and as the doctor and nurse took readings, he endeavoured to remain detached from their hovering presences and murmured conversation.
The nurse looked down at him. "This must be difficult for you."
Spock was startled. "I beg your pardon?"
"I am an empath. I know this is an invasion of privacy for you. We'll try to get it over as soon as possible. It's just that you're unique."
Spock raised an eyebrow. "I am a hybrid being. My readings are not normal for either a Vulcan or a human."
"That's true," the doctor said, "but you seem a healthy young person anyway." She placed her hand on his arm but at his recoil she jerked it away and glanced at the nurse.
"A telepath will not accept touch from another," Spock informed her. It was not entirely true but no-one could prove that. The impression he had received from her had been soothing but there had been an underlying plethora of emotions, which had been disturbing for him. He excised the discomfort of his sudden headache with difficulty.
"I'm sorry," the doctor said. "It's natural for a medic to touch a patient. A reassuring gesture."
"Unnecessary for a Vulcan," Spock replied.
The doctor folded her arms. "How are you going to cope, Cadet Spock, with the symptoms you've experienced after exposure to other races."
Spock sat up. "I will deal with it, Doctor. Now may I leave?"
She nodded and turned away. "For now. I want to see you again next week. Tarlen will make your appointment."
The Deltan nurse sat at her computer as Spock slid from the diagnostic bed. "I sympathise with your predicament," she said. "It's difficult enough for an empath like myself around humans but for you who are both telepathic and empathic.. "
"How do you know of my empathic ability?" Spock asked.
"The notes from your family physician." The nurse looked up at him. "One learns to shut out unwanted emotions. It will take time. If you need any help please don't hesitate to call on me."
Spock was soothed by her calm presence. "Very well, nurse. I shall remember your words."
She nodded. "Live long and prosper, Spock."
"Peace and long life, Nurse Tarlen," Spock replied, warmed by her knowledge of the Vulcan greeting and her consideration. Delta and Vulcan had been allies for centuries and their relations had always been cordial.
***
Admiral Simonson welcomed Spock to the Admissions Centre interview room and introduced each member of the teaching board. The humans were Commodore Paul Demarco, the other Deputy Commander, a grey haired man in his fifties whose hostility Spock could clearly sense. Commander Helene Dubois, a former starship science officer, who had recently become the first female commander of the science faculty. Dr Anya Masuku, a native of Tau Ceti 5 and the head of psychology at the Academy, who surreptitiously studied Spock with interest. Professor Stefan Solberg, a white haired older man, who was a renowned scientist and head of the physics department and Lt Commander Carmen Perez.
The non-human members of the group were Lt Commander Thiro Danmah, a tall white-haired Andorian command officer whose bravery was legendary; Lt Commander Zinra, a red-headed woman from Stratos, the cloud city of Ardana, who specialised in space law and Dr Ivo Rolus, an engineering lecturer, whose home planet was in the Rigel System. Spock took his seat before them and awaited their barrage of questions.
He told himself that this would be no worse than his interview for the Vulcan Science Academy. He had been offered a place there but would now never be forgiven for having refused it.
"Cadet Spock, I have discussed your case with my colleagues. They have all seen your records but they would also like to speak with you personally. Please answer to the best of your ability," Admiral Simonson said.
"Yes, sir."
Lt. Commander Danmah leaned forward. "Your people are pacifists. How will you adapt to an organisation which commands some of the mightiest weapons in the known galaxy?" His voice was harsh, his accent strong.
Spock lifted his chin. "There is no conflict, sir. Starfleet is renowned as a force for exploration and peace. Weapons are necessary for defensive purposes or as deterrents against belligerent adversaries."
Lt Commander Zinra spoke next. "Your record states you are primarily a scientist but what other areas interest you?"
"Engineering is fascinating as a secondary subject. However I intend to study as many of the sciences as possible with the goal of one day becoming a starship science officer."
"There are specialists aboard every ship. No one person can cover so many different fields," Dr Rolus commented.
"Indeed. However it would be advantageous for a science officer to be cognisant of the specialities of every member in his department."
There was silence as all the members of the teaching board exchanged glances.
"That's very ambitious," Simonson said.
"I intend to achieve as much as possible during my sojourn at the Academy, sir."
"You've written a paper on sub-dimensional warp physics," Professor Solberg stated.
"Affirmative, sir."
"It's interesting but I don't see how you reach your conclusions."
"Please specify," Spock said.
"Professor," Simonson said. "Let's not get into scientific discussions at this time. There will be plenty other opportunities."
The professor was insistent. "There are stages missed out. Equations from out of the blue."
Spock frowned not understanding the term but guessing its meaning. "I assure you, sir, nothing was omitted. All the equations have been verified."
Before the spluttering professor could speak, Dr Masuku cut in. "Cadet Spock, I'd like to know what other interests and hobbies you have."
"Dr Masuku, my interests lie in scientific research, computer programming and mathematics. I play tri-dimensional chess. I am proficient in the Vulcan lyrette. I also play several musical instruments of Terran origin."
"Do you play team sports?"
Spock had seen newsvids of incomprehensible human sporting activities, which usually consisted of kicking or throwing a spherical object about. He did not understand the fanaticism of the players or followers. "Negative."
"What do you do for fitness?"
"I exercise daily. I am qualified in Vulcan martial arts techniques but it is against my principles to use violence unless under exceptional circumstances. If necessary I will use the lesser force of the nerve pinch.
"I see. The Vulcan nerve pinch is famous. I've never seen it done though. You are aware that it'll be necessary for you to participate in a physical fitness regime that includes various combat methods. We cannot exempt you."
"Affirmative. However, I must point out that my strength exceeds that of a human. I do not wish to cause injury."
"How strong are you, Cadet Spock?" Demarco spoke for the first time, his eyes taking in Spock's thin frame.
"I have never tested myself against a human, sir."
"That should be interesting," the Andorian muttered. "Humans do not like to be bested." His antennae vibrated. It was a sign Spock knew, which indicated amusement.
Demarco glared at the Andorian but did not reply.
Spock answered a further range of questions and after one hour fifty two minutes the meeting end. Admiral Simonson leaned back. "Each student is appointed an advisor, Mr Spock. You'll find details on your terminal as soon as someone is assigned. Please remember that he or she is here to help you. That will be all."
Spock stood up. He bowed to the group before him, turned on his heel and walked out. It had been an interesting session. Above anything else there had been curiosity about him but resentment too from Professor Solberg and Commodore Demarco. How that would affect him there was no way of knowing.
***