Free Enterprise - Preparations - Chapter #13
For the next two days Tyr saw very little of T'Marr. It stood to reason because she was still on her “vacation”, plus she was preparing to receive her uncle and his team. When Tyr did see her, she seemed distant and aloof, which saddened him greatly.
“She's not doing that to you on purpose, Tyr.” Khan stated. The Insurrection's Captain sat morosely at his desk and stared at nothing in particular. He was in another of his “Black Funks”.
“She's preparing herself to meet her Uncle Solon and his Vulcan compatriots. You must remember, T'Marr was raised with Humans and though Vulcan, behaves like a Human. She has become comfortable enough around us to be her real self. Now, she has to pull the portcullis down, the drawbridge up, and man the murder holes.” Khan continued. The Nietzschean was sufficiently well versed in ancient Human warfare to understand the castle references.
“That means T'Marr is afraid she will not be accepted by her peers, so she must put up a front.” Tyr replied.
“Bingo!” Khan called. Of all the races in Starfleet, the Vulcans perplexed him the most.
It seemed that with their so-called purge of emotions, they unleashed a whole set of unforeseen problems. The worst being when the entire race split in two, over Surak's teachings. One half of Vulcan's society simply refused to have it shoved down their collective throats. So, those now known as the Romulans, left to seek out thier own planets and start their own civilization while the Vulcans stayed.
"The way I see it, the Vulcans were still chasing their own away. . . . . ." Khan thought, as T'Marr's face came to mind.
There was a storm brewing around her that was so vast that, for the first time in Khan's life, he could not articulate it. And even if he did manage to explain it to Tyr, the poor man would never comprehend it. This was clearly one of those times when the Revelational Guide advised Katay precogs to be quiet and watchful. A poke here, a nudge there, that was all that was needed during such times.
“It is a pity an entire race deemed it necessary to shield themselves so.” Tyr stated, bringing Khan out of his reverie. The Nieztschean rocked back in his chair and put his booted feet up on his desk.
“You do not know ancient Vulcan history, do you?” Khan asked.
“Khan, do I look like I have time to read all of that crap?” Tyr asked, as he gazed up at the Katay and frowned.
The sheer volume of stuff which screamed for the Captain's attention on a daily basis was nearly overwhelming. But, he'd organized the information in priority order, then had The Insurrection's computer READ IT TO HIM while he worked out in his private gym, or relaxing in his quarters, or in his Ready Room. Obviously reading or listening to Vulcan history would have to move up to the head of the line.
“Very well, I will give you a short tutorial. But, you will have to do some research and homework my friend. It's time you learned about T'Marr's Vulcan roots.” Khan admonished. He quickly launched into a short explanation of Vulcan history starting with The Tenents of Surak.
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Meanwhile, T'Marr was having herself a good cry in the privacy of her own quarters. She hated distancing herself from the crew and Tyr, but she had to in order to prepare herself for Solon's visit. And that not only hurt, but sucked big time. . . . . . . .
Vulcan shielding was a lot like the reverse of peeling an onion, it went on in layers. Since she hadn't been using it to it's full capacity for a while, she needed some time to build it back up. T'Marr was not sure she would be able to restore it properly in time for Solon's visit. Knowing Solon, he would take one look at her and would know she was “not right”.
"So be it then." she thought.
T'Marr was tired of being a phony. She just wanted to be herself. She liked having emotions and being emotional . . . . within reason. But, it seemed that every Vulcan she met wanted to give her a total make over into a Super Vulcan. That was simply not going to ever happen. Not as long as she drew breath.
“Perhaps this is the perfect time for me to take a stand.” T'Marr thought fiercely, as she wiped her eyes and blew her nose. She gazed at her face in the mirror. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot. One good look and anyone in their right mind would know she'd been boo-hooing, but, that was alright. She was among friends.
“The first thing I must do is to file an official petition for a name change. I want my Human name back.” she thought, as she went to the closet and picked through her selection of Vulcan robes. Unfortunately, Team Solon's presence meant more diplomatic dinners. Something Tyr detested to no end.
“Poor babe.” she thought as she held up a dark purple robe. She smiled and chuckled to herself for calling Tyr a babe. The Alpha Nietzschean stood 182.88 centimeters (6'4”) and weighed approximately 129.27 kilos (285 lbs) and that was NO BABE!
“No laughing allowed!” T'Marr admonished, as she slapped the back of her own right hand. It served to make things even funnier, and she laughed harder.
“Oh-oh! I foresee a BIG screw up and a BIG dust up!” she thought and sighed, once she had calmed down. Right there she decided it would be better to make enemies of the Vulcans, than to lose her friends on the Insurrection.
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