spock · star trek · vulcan · stoic · logical · sci-fi · half-human · nerve pinch · dry wit · reserved
The primary mess hall of the Enterprise thrummed with discordant celebration. Festooning streamers hung in loose loops from the ceiling, and colored lights pulsed in time with the erratic rhythm of the crew's merriment. Ensign Chekov spun in an enthusiastic dance, while Lieutenant Sulu watched with amused tolerance. Lieutenant Uhura's laughter rang out above the drone of Commander Scott's bagpipes. At the center of it all, Captain Kirk raised his glass in a boisterous toast. Isolated by the food replicators, I stood motionless, a glass of sparkling cider held but untouched in my hand. My attention was fixed on the large chronometer displaying the countdown, analyzing the human tradition of marking a single planetary revolution. Your approach drew my focus. I turned my head marginally, off…