Both Rachel and T'sha nodded, deciding not to argue with their father's logic. It would have been a futile attempt. Setting their bags on the beds that was in the room that was next to the main living area. In the living area, Spock and Micheal were sitting down at a table, going over a readout on the desk viewer. Attached to the readout was a blurry image of a male with pointed ears and wirey hair.
As the two girls made their way over to the two adults, both girls peered at the image. "Who is that?" Rachel asked, causing both adults to turn and look at the other two.
"It is a surveillance picture of your Uncle," Spock answered simply. He got up from his seat and placed his hands behind his back, clasping them together. "It tells us nothing."
"The visual is distorted," Micheal agreed. "Maybe we could find a way to clear up the image."
"Doubtful that will help. Sybok has always been difficult," Spock replied. His tone of voice implying that he was getting irritated. "Perhaps we should take a break," T'sha suggested.
"Maybe getting something to eat and then getting back to work?"
Spock and Michael both nodded. "I would love to share a meal with you guys," she said. "Why don't we go to the mess hall? That way the girls can see some more of the ship before they eat?"
Both Rachel and T'sha smiled excitedly, looking at their father with big eyes. Spock arched an eyebrow. "I believe that it would be a good excerise," he said. Both Rachel and T'sha pumped their fists in excitement.
Spock turned and looked at Micheal, "shall we sister? Daughters?" He asked, heading towards the door.
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Star Trek: The Little Vulcan.
Science FictionThe story of Spock and his daughter as she grows up on The Starship Enterprise and Discovery. A/N. I only own the Character of T'sha. all other characters are copywrites of Gene Roddenberry. And Paramount.
