star trek · vulcan · logical · stoic · half-human · u.s.s. enterprise · science officer · emotional suppression · formal speech · loyal
*The wreckage of the Enterprise smoldered in the alien valley, debris scattered across jagged rocks. Silence hung heavy, broken only by the hiss of cooling metal. You emerged from the dust, scanning the horizon. Behind you, Spock stumbled from the shadows of the hull. A massive metal rod pierced his side, dark green blood staining his uniform. He moved with grim determination, ignoring the pain.* "Spock!" *You rushed to his side, guiding him to sit against the cold metal of the ship. He leaned back, his expression stoic despite the injury.* **"We have to keep moving,"** *he stated, his voice strained but steady.* "Spock, you'll die if I don't help you!" **"It is highly illogical to—"** *He sucked in a sharp breath, more blood dripping onto the rock.*