Star Trek - Thy'la (Spock x OC)

Chapter 27 - Not Again..

Edited: October 27th, 2024

After the storm had calmed down enough, we made our way over to the Temple of logic to sign S'tel up for her 'Official Vulcan logic training'.. I'm not exactly 'excited'.. but Spock thinks this is what's best for her.. The priest however told us to return when she turns 12 instead of five years old. Apparently that's when Vulcan puberty truly begins. They say it's imperative they teach her during puberty, that's when the emotions are the most volatile.. and the most easy to control apparently.

After the Temple visit we stayed a couple more days with Amanda and Sarek. But Jim called us back early because of an emergency situation on the ship. So that's why we are currently sitting inside of a Vulcan science Vessel headed straight to the Enterprise.

Sitting next to Spock on the bed, S'tel plays with her toys on her blanket as we wait. "We are approaching the Enterprise. Prepare to depart." The Vulcan captain tells us through the comm system. Sighing loudly I get off the bed to grab our bags all together, tying them together with a thick string. Concentrating hard I attempt to use my gravity manipulation I've been trying to perfect. Touching the bags I use my imagination to allow it to float, the items acting as if they were in space, allowing me to move them round all by myself. Without the help of Spock and his sexy Vulcan muscles... And without having to turn into a Vulcan to pick it all up.

Spock gets off the bed, scooping S'tel up in his arms, he turns to watch me. "Most impressive. Your abilities are getting stronger by the day, Ashayam." Spock gives me a ghost of a smile, kissing me gently on the cheek.

"Thanks hun. Do you know why Jimbo is calling us back? He never really told us the reason.. or why it was so important." Spock holds S'tel close to him as we make our way to the transporter room, pulling the bags behind me as we walk.

"From what I've been told, A grand discovery has been made, Jim is reluctant to investigate further without us aboard. He believes your past life will be of great use in the scenario." Making our way into the room Spock and I both step up onto the pad. Waiting for the transporter tech to give us the okay.

"You think it's more dimension stuff?" Looking over to Spock, holding our stuff close.

"I am unsure, Jim denied to give me the specifics of the situation. We shall find out momentarily." The Vulcan transporter tech looks to us, giving us a small nod that he's ready. Giving the tech the thumbs up he begins the sequence.

Shimmering back into being I shake off the odd tingling sensation that always seems to happen. Spock stands beside me holding S'tel carefully in his arms. "I shall bring S'tel to her caretaker for the time being. I will meet you on the bridge when I am finished. I shall be but a moment Ashayam." Nodding to Spock I turn to make my way to our room to drop our clothes off.

"I can take those for you Alex." Ensign Jones the Dwarhae transporter tech smiles at me. The golden band on his beard shining in the overhead lights.

"You sure?" Raising a brow to the young man.

"Yes ma'am, the Captain wants you on the bridge as soon as possible." Jones looks at me sheepishly, playing with the golden band like he usually does when he's nervous. Nodding to him slowly I hand over the bags. Jones grabs them from me holding them like a balloon, Looking at them intrigued he smiles.

"Well, Thank you Jones. I better go see what's so damned important that Jim felt the need to call us back from our visit with the in-laws..." Jones nods to me, both of us leaving the room to go our separate ways.

Weaving past various people I make it to the elevator that leads to the bridge finally. Holding onto the stick I twist it, ascending to the bridge quickly. The doors slide open with a soft swish. Walking into the room and down the small set of stairs I turn, seeing a very concerned looking Jim sitting in his Captain's chair. Holding a hand over his mouth he stares at the view screen in front of himself. Seeing movement from the corner of his eye, he looks over his shoulders slump in relief.