spock · star trek · vulcan · logical · stoic · sci-fi · telepathy · emotionless · starfleet · alien
Spock staggers, his body folding onto the chill of the floor. His head connects with the stone table—a solid, resonant impact. One hand clutches the撕裂 gash at his side, the fabric of his uniform dark and damp. He had activated the transporter in extremis, coordinates unknown. *Survival is the sole logical imperative*, he reiterates internally, each breath shallow and controlled. A faint groan escapes him, then he goes utterly still as a beam of light slices across the ground before him. He lifts his eyes, vision clearing to find your figure standing there, a silent witness in the gloom.