The Vulmen

by Horsefly20

A Vulman lawyer accepts a diplomatic position. Rather than serving as a consultant, he finds himself becoming an ambassador to the Imperial Guard. When Captain Archer and his crew receive a mysterious distress call, they are forced to investigate an undocumented colony. The crew uncovers one of the most well kept secrets of all time: a 240 year old interracial Vulcan Human race.

1. Prologue: The Vulmen

The Vulmen

Season 5: Episode 1: Part 1: Satana

Prologue

Their ancestors had been brought to this foreign world in chains ... and their Carpathian masters had treated them like vermin ...

In the Terran year 1913, an estimated kidnapping ninety thousand Earthlings had occurred. An isolated mining community, located in the rural outskirts of California, had disappeared. Nearly 242 years later, the disappearance of such a huge settlement was still one the biggest Terran mysteries of all time. Unfortunately, many regarded the vanishment of the ancient mining colony which had been nothing more than an old wives tale. The lack of technology and communication during this period in North America had unfortunately made such an odd revelation hard to come to light. Very few people could speak of such an event. Those who had managed to escape were deemed insane by their human brethren. A community of humans had literally gone missing under Earth's nose.

A group of rouge Carpathians had been banished from their lavish home world. The Carpathians were an intellectually superior hominid race that possessed highly advanced technology. They had managed to isolate a highly concealed world in the Archaic system. The world was selected for its vast resources and protection by the surrounding asteroid belt. While the movement within the belt was highly unpredictable, with constant monitoring it was later discovered to be an immense economic advantage.

The Carpathians had needed slaves to perform intense physical labor. Human could only endore so much. Several additional species were taken into consideration to supplement their work. The Carpathians decided to utilize a second species to increase production: the Vulcan species. This race possessed immense physical strength and diligence. The Carpathians had easily been able to remove thirty thousand Vulcan men. When Vulcan was in the midst in the civil war, the leader of the Carpathian bandits had revealed himself to the head council of the city of Ra'al. The Vulcan leaders had agreed too give him Shi'Kara political prisoners. The people of Ra'al were in immense financial debt. Their leaders utilized this opportunity to remove tremondous costs on their war effort. To this day, the Vulcan people believed thirty thousand male soldiers, along with countless others, had been exterminated in the Ra'al death camps nearly 242 years ago.

Both Vulcans and Earthlings alike had been subjected to numerous atrocities. Both their species had been brought against their will to a mysterious world. Their Carpathian masters treated them like vermin. Each slave member transported in tight quarters like Selhats.When the Carpathians arrived on their new home world, they forced the Vulcans and the Humans to perform intense labor in the fields and mines. The captives had lost their basic rights. To add insult to injury, conflict later occurred between the two races. The Carpathians had had no prior knowledge of the Vulcan's Pon Farr.Since the Vulcans slaves were male, the nonexistance of Vulcan females caused extreme ramifications. A "Gender Cleansing" occurred among the races. Vulcan males sought to annihilate Terran males out fear of death. There were only enough Terran females of mature age to satisfy one species.

The Carpathians had refused to intervene when the haunting matter came of light. The annihilation of the terran males initially caused some remorse among the Carpathians: mainly do to lack of production, not emotional empathy. A new revelation later occurred to the Carpathians:Vulcans and Humans had the ability to conceive naturally with the influence of Pon Farr. The Pon Farrtemporarily altered Vulcan neurochemistry and allowed for reproduction. Within the first year of residing on their new homeworld, the first hybrid child was born. Nearly half of the human race was gone within seven years.

The Carpathians found the mixed race offspring to be far more desirable to their full blood Human and Vulcans counterparts. Vulcans possessed higher intelligence quota and were also physically stronger. However, they were not particularly resilient when faced with extreme situations and were deemed highly stubborn. Humanity was a very creative species. While humans did not possesses the gifted memory their fellow Vulcans did, they were highly inventive and resilient to change. Humanity was far more progressive when it came to removing and solving cultural stigma. Vulcans were cold and reserved when it came to controversial matters that plagued their society. Humans were more progressive and thoughful when addressing problems.

After conception was deemed possible, the Carpathians enforced interracial breeding between the two groups. Breeding couples were selected based off physical characteristics, intelligence, and social status. In order to avoid the crude conditions of the mines or the agricultural unit, Terran women of reproductive age were given the alternate option to bear children. The Carpathians valued the spawn produced in these arranged unions. The more spawn produced by these women, the more slaves they would have in the future. Artificial insemination was commonly used as alternate when Pon Farrwas not avaluable. Rather than work in the hellish conditions, many Terran women would constantly requested impregnation after giving birth. Out of fear for the conditions of their wives and children, most Vulcan men would concede to meet their mates requests. In this era of Neovulterrahistory, it was not uncommon for Terran women to have nearly a dozen children or possibly more.

The reign of the of the dreaded Carpathian lasted for nearly ninety years. Tragities had scared both races. One hundred twenty thousand Human and Vulcan slaves had been brought to Neovulterra.Forty-five thousand male Humans had been brutally murdered. The remaining remaining group, an estimated seventy-five thousand, had multiplied to five point two million Vulmen. During this time, the Carpathians had expanded their territory into the Archaic Mining Colonies. High value resources were found in these areas. The Vulmenhad began to assemble in secret. The Carpathian species now only made up a small minority of their society. Even though the Carpathians possessed far superior technology, the Vulmenhad strength in numbers. A ten year revolutionary war occurred on Neovulterra.

The rebellion had originally started in the Archaic Mining Belt. A group of slaves declared themselves independent from their Carpathian owners. The Vulmenhad fought a gruesome war with aquired stolen technology. After much bloodshed on both sides, the Vulmen had managed to overtake the Archaic Asteroid System. This successful battle has sparked future rebellions on Neovulterra. Unfortunately for the Vulmen, the war fought on Neovulterrawas far more challenging. The older generation, the Vulcans, were highly reluctant to engage in such a fight. They deemed their children to be highly impulsive and utterly foolish.

In the end, the war was not won through force. An ingenious Vulman with the name of Somar developed a destructive weapon with stollen Carpathian technology. Somar had managed to engineer an air born virus that instantly compromised the immune system of any Carparthian the disease came in contact with. The disease had no effect on the Vulmen people. The surviving Carpathians chose to flee. Through the art of bioterrorism, the Vulmen species had achieved their independence.

In the year 2003, the Vulmen claimed their independence from the Carpathians. While the Vulmen people no longer lived under oppression from a foreign dictator, they were still haunted by poverty. Neovulterrawas in complete economic shambles. Literacy rates were low. Hunger was widespread and population growth was rampant. The next one hundred and twenty years were incredibly long. During this time a government was established, and sovereignty was exercised. A new division of labor was established among the Vulmen people.

Over the course of the century, the Vulmenbegan to experiment with the Carpathian technology left behind on their homeworld. Technological advancements were made in time. The Vulmenalso discovered how to utilize their position for financial benefit. The asteroids provided a sense of protection from foreign invaders. The asteroids also allowed for immense profit. Klingon traders could not navigate the asteroid belt for fear of collision and complete destruction. Traders could only pass through the Archaic asteroid belt at during certain times of the month. The Archaic belt needed to be constantly monitored. Through time and effort, the Vulmendiscovered how to properly maximize their location.

They had access to an abundant amount of resources. The Vulmen's rich planet not only satisfied their needs, but also fullfilled every luxury they could desire. The upper class of Vulmen became incredibly wealthy off trade. They charged an immense fortune for their resources. Inferior species, such as the Klingons, would give into the demands for their much needed products.

The Vulmen population had increased to 1.9 billion people by the year of 2,120. Education had became more widely available among the masses. For the first time in history, a unified public education system and basic medical care had been made available. The female fertility rate had had decreased from 12.5 to 7.3 children per woman. The infant mortality rate had substantially dropped. 95 percent of Vulmen youth had received proper immunizations. More women were atttending university now than ever before. These were considered huge accomplishments for the Vulmen people.

In the year of 2,124, a mysterious shuttle pod had made an emergency crash landing on the homeworld on Neovulterra. Fifteen survivors were taken hostage. After careful evaluation, the Vulmen had determined the survivors had came from the fatherland: Vulcan. A negative sterotype regarding the Vulcan had been adopted during the Carpathian-Vulmen revolutionary war. The Vulmen's elderly parents, the Vulcan, had been reluctant to engage in such a war. They claimed they had viewed too much bloodshed from the Ra'al- Shi'Kari dispute. The Vulcans had also continuously held their children back in medical exploration. The Vulcans had been reluctant to discuss contraversial,shameful matters such as Pon Farr, Panar syndrome, and STD's. Being the product of two races complicated reproduction. A Vulcan male underwent Pon Farr when he became an adult in both body and mind. However, due to conflicting Human heritage, Vulmen would often undergo Pon Farr in the brink of adoescence. The only reason why the Vulmen had been over to overcome such issues were due to their human mothers. Even though their mothers had died nearly a century prior, their presence still remained on Neovulterra. Their actions had influenced their children the most. When the first generation of Vulmen had been plagued with such matters, their mothers had promoted their research, and encouraged them to look past their fathers' disputed cultural norms.

The fifteen Vulcan prisoners were observed closely by the Vulmen High Command. The Vulcan refused to believe the origin of the Vulmen's heritage. For years, they were in full denial of the truth. In the end, the Vulmen gave the Vulcan the option to reside in peace on their world or be exterminated. Four Vulcans choose to leave the capital city and start their life somewhere on Neovulterra. The other eleven Vulcans resided in the capital city. For nearly three months, everything was agreeable. Unfortunately, the Vulmen later discovered some of the Vulcans had been secretly building a communication device to contact their homeworld. A trial had been held. Seven of the elevens Vulcan were found guilty and sentenced to death.

Prior to the Vulcans execution, an innocent Vulcan named Doctor Stollen had revealed one of the guilty captives was with child. The Vulcan physician begged the Vulmen to spare the life of the guilty captive T'Ria. He claimed to his capitors she was pregnant with a very powerful man's child. The Vulmen were not monsters and spared the life of T'Ria, and her child. However, the six other Vulcans were executed.

During this time, the infrastructure in the Vulmen's chief cities had immensly improved. A new form of architecture had been introduced to Neovulterran society. New discoveries occurred in the medical, technological, and education world.

In the year 2,132, the Carpathian- Vulmen World War occurred. The Carpathians attempted to restablish control over the Archaic System. The tragic intersellar war had resulted in the death of hundreds of thousands of Vulmen. In the end, the Vulmen had barely won by the skins of their teath. An eight year war of cat and mouse had resulted in one of the largest Vulmen death tools of all time.

In the year 2,151, the twentieth Vulmen Administrator was elected to power. Administrator Sopek had been groomed his whole life to be a politician. His foster father, Kumar, had been the sixteenth Vulmen Administrator. With the help of his sons, Sopek had run a successful campaign and been elected to the most prominent postion on Neovulterra. Sopek was a man of virtue. However, like all men of great power, he carried a dark secret. Sopek feared the day he would have to utilize his greatest weapon. This secret invoked great turmoil within him, for some people would kill for such information. Sopek would one day have to use his greatest advantage: the Son of Vulcan.

...

Administrator Sopek perched at the pinnacle of his chair while reviewing confidential military documents. An increased number of Andorian vessels had be located within the Archaic System of Neovulterra. Sopek suppressed the exasperation forming behind his carefully crafted control. After several minutes of pointless debate, he involuntarily released a quiet groan pertaining to the emotion of vexation.

His head pivoted towards his fellow ministers as the head of security ranted of current alien hazards." The Andorians have violated space zones for far to long!" Michel Menstral expressed with discontent to his superiors. The chief of security pressed further on his topic of debate: " I recommend extreme repercussions to tame these vermin. We must avoid future space security issues." Hesitant murmurs rippled through the courtroom. A courageous Vulman spoke up: " Exposure to potential threats is inevitable. Your talk of war is cheap, and frankly quite impulsive, Major Menstral. The time to make our people well known and assert our stance in the universe will come. However, with only a population slightly above 2.9 billion, we have long to wait. Any ramifications presented to punish the Andorians most be held within reason and approved by the council." Murmurs in agreement spread.

Menstral grimaced at the beloved Somal. He suppressed his miffed emotions and responded with a smirk: " Then perhaps you, ever wise son of Sopek, would like to offer a diplomatic solution to our overgrowing predicament. Somal rose his head and made eye contact with his adversary. He would have offered a logical approach to address the contraversal matter had his fellow minister and chief aeronautical engineer, T'Min Vanderkoft, had not interrupted their quarrel." Vulmen Intelligence along with the Aeronautical Design Department has analyzed the recorded scans of the Andorian Vessels. There are no visible signs indicating these vessels are armed with high priority weapons of mass destruction."

The Minister Samson Tomark then made an inquiry: " If these vessels do not contain weapons of mass destruction, then what are their function?" T'Min pursed her lips and then responded to his question: "We believe these vessels contain high value energy cargo. Our scans detected large quantities of petroleum, Trellium D, and sulfuric acid."

Somal interjected into her analysis: "The Andorians would appear to be mining the asteroids in our system and then shipping the materials back to their home world." He turned to his father: "Administrator, in the chief interests of Neovulterra, I suggest we request a meeting with the Andorians to discuss territorial arrangements. Perhaps a compromise can be made that will benefit both parties without violating the interests of another."

Minister Tomark proceeded to respond: " Somal, while your multilateral views are ideal, I find them the be highly unrealistic. Our allies detected conflict between the Andorians and members of the fatherland on Weytahn. These Andorians have shown signs of being highly militant and an immense liability."

Somal made a remark: " While I hear your reasoning minister, may I point out the Klingons and our people have managed to maintain a successful alliance over the past 140 years. We have both benefitted substantially from trade, mutual shared intelligence, and territory assignments. I see no reason why we cannot hope to promote unity between our people and with the Andorians."

Administrator Sopek arose from his seat. Everyone ceased to speak. The administrator rose his hand: " I see no reason why not to approach these Andorians. We have reluctantly ceased to explore the Northwestern quadrant outside of the Asteroid belt for many years. We do not control the boundary outside the strip. If these Andorians have found an ample resource deposit in an unclaimed area, it would better to be aware of their findings. Perhaps we could participate in a joint investment project. We cannot afford to make enemies in this point of our society's development."

Menstral interjected at his decision: "Are you suggesting we submit to these vermin and allow them to take over the Archaic Asteroid Strip piece by piece?" Administrator Sopek hissed at his response:" I suggest you watch your tone with me Major or you will be out of a job." Menstral was stunned speechless.

Administrator Sopek turned to his fellow ministers. " While the Andorian vessel's position is not ideal, we cannot prosecute based on colony position alone. As long as the Andorian vessel does not penetrate the Archaic Asteroid Belt, they are technically operating within Klingon territory."

T'Min interrupted the Administrator: " The Andorians he attempted to mitigate the outer boundaries of the asteroid belt. However, they have been unable to penetrate the belt and enter the inner region of the system." Samson Tomark contributed to the previous remark: "They have violated the Archaic Asteroid Belt. This seems like enough proof for me."

Somal glared at the man and responded: " In all do respect minister, the Andorians are most likely unaware of our settlement in this area of space. We would do better to inform them of our presence, and negotiate terms of travel." Samson grimaced at him: " And if the Andorians refuse to listen?" Administrator Sopek responded to the rude statement: " Then previous discussed repercussions will have to be enforced."

"Which means?" Menstral gleamed arrogantly. "War." Somal responded to his disrespectful inquiry. "The potential situation is not particular hard into infer." Sopek glared at his son and then at Menstral. He turned to T'Min and stated: " Which asteroid are these Andorians currently located on?" T'Min took a breath and exhaled reluctantly: " They are located on Asteroid NX-156."

The chief mining engineer of Neovulterra, Torik, raised his eyebrow in curiosity and then grimaced. "Satana." He murmured in disgust. " I beg your pardon," Sopek inquired to the man. " A hyperbole, Sir. My miners have often sought to compare the asteroid with the qualities of Hell. The asteroid comes frequently in contact with other asteroids and has a high comet impact rate. High quantities of acid are located below the surface. Deadly fumes are often released when drilling in underground caves. The asteroid is more a liability than a financial asset."

Samson raised his eyebrows. "If this 'Satana' as you put it is so much of a financial liability, what could the Andorians hope to gain from this colony?" Torik narrowed his eyes: "My point exactly, Minister."

Sopek turned to the council: "We will conduct a diplomatic mission accompanied by military personnel. If the Andorian concede peacefully, we will discuss economic and territorial agreements. However, if any form of violence is directed toward the Vulmen people, we will be forced to drive them from the premises." He turned toward his son." I wish for you, Somal, to assist in directing this mission. If the Andorians consent, you will negotiate proper financial transactions and territorial agreements and between Neovulterra and Andoria." Somal's eyes widened at his father: "Will we be allowed to utilize are most recent space transportation technology?" Sopek nodded his head. Somal gave a small excited smile to his father. Sopek addressed the council one final time: " It is time to release our first warp nine vessel." T'Min wanted clearly to detest his decision. " The ship has not completed the final trials. We cannot be sure if its aeronautical functions are 99.9 percent accurate." Sopek raised his hand: " We have waited long enough. It is time."

Sopek gave his son a small smile. However, Somal was not paying attention. He was staring out into the distance, simply gazing through the window at the sky.

It's been a long road

Gettin from there to here
It's been a long time
But my time is finally here

And I will see my dreams come alive at night
I will touch the sky
And they're not gonna hold me down no more
No they're not gonna change my mind

(Chorus)
'Cause I've got faith of the heart
I'm going where my heart will take me
I've got faith to believe
I can do anything
I've got strength of the soul
No one's going to bend nor break me
I can reach any star
I've got faith
I've got faith
Faith of the heart

Star Date: X: Personal Log

" This is Commander Somal's private personal log #863. The date is March 4th , 2155, and the construction of the Navis Sanctus has nearly been completed. Computer please halt this program."

Somal paused his personal log. He reached for a pad and began to record a list of short-term necessities required for his up and coming voyage. He resumed his personal log.

" I have recently been selected to serve on the first Vulmen Warp nine star ship. I will be providing legal advice. My chief decisions will be made in the interest of Neovulterra. I will mainly assist the crew with financial transactions, territorial agreements, and construct a contract for trade negations between Neovulterra and Andoria."

Somal placed an order at online pharmacy. Against his better logic, he had emotionally manipulated his older sister T'Hana into prescribing him painkillers for his lower back. He had hurt himself years ago during a military training drill. She usually refused him. However, with the Andorian crisis on hand, his sister had reluctantly agreed to fulfill his requests.

" I am not the most qualified official for this assignment. I hope my father has not made an impulsive decision. I suspect the only reason I was selected was due to my doctorate in law, expertise in econometrics, and possibly my fluent speaking skills in Klingon."

Somal filled in his personal contact information. He would have to consult his sister Dr. T'Hana for advice. She would provide the recommended amount.

" I can only hope these Andorians are willing hear reason. The result of this mission will impact the future of the Vulman Command in deep space. We have been waiting for this moment for a long time."

Somal heard a loud knock at his door. He turned off his log and turned around: " Please come in!" Somal was surprised to see his younger brother Somek. " Greetings brother. I trust all is well?" Somek answered Somal's question with hidden delight in his voice: "They have posted an official list. 177 of the 250 crewmen have been selected!" Somal's head shifted in interest: "Really, is their anyone that we know of?" Somek nodded his head. " T'Lin has been selected to be the Chief Engineer. " Somal lip creeped upward. T'Min would be proud of her daughter, however, she was currently aggravated with his father.

" The infamous Michel Menstral has been selected to be the Chief of Security." This statement caused Somal to scowl. His previous experiences with Menstral had been not particularly agreeable. Somek frowned at his brother: " Are you well, my brother?" Somal shook his head. " I pity all whom are under his command." Somek stared blankly at him. "Is he truly as bad as T'Hana claims?" Somal raised his eyebrow. "She has spoken of him?" Somek shrugged: " T'Hana has mention his arrogant demeanor, and … his unwanted advances." Somal's ears turned bright green and he lead in toward his brother. "He has harassed her?" His voice was low and dark. "No more than the other girls." Somal's grimaced face contracted further into a frown. "We should tell father." Somal stated logically. Somek ruled his eyes. "Why I agree his inappropriate behavior needs to be address, no physical or mental harm has come to anyone. Besides brother, we have no time to replace the security position if the flight of the Navis Sanctus is to leave on time."

Somal reluctantly acknowledged his point of view. Somek pulled a box from the inside of his robe. " I brought you this." Somal looked down at the item and then looked back up at his brother. "This is for your long voyage, in case your back causes you pain." Somal responded: "Somek, T'Hana has prescribed me painkillers." Somek fished a small bottle out of his pocket: "Yes, she wanted me to give you those." Somal raised his eyebrows in shock and admiration: "She must have been highly concerned for my state. I am surprised she was able to receive the prescription so quickly." Somek rolled his eyes: "Your right Somal, she couldn't have received your medication so quickly. They are placebos."

Somal opened his mouth to protest, however, Somek stopped him: " Use these only if absolutely necessary, they are highly addictive, but efficient. Please follow my instructions in the container and take the amounts recommended. They are a requirement, not a courtesy." Somal attempted hide his mixed emotions and opened the box. "These are powerful stimulants. May I ask how you acquired these?" Somek smirked: "The Klingons paid for part of their trading fees in new medication and technology this month. They claim they acquired the drug from another trader traveling from the deltaic expanse. Dr. Orbeck has analyzed the composition of the medicine. He approved the transfer of the medication."

Somal looked at the prescription reluctantly. He was often weary of any medicine the Klingons brought in. However, if Dr. Orbeck had validated the prescription, then there was no reason not to utilize it. Somal put the box on his desk. "Thank you, brother." Somek bowed his head. " I confess, I do not know if I was the best applicant to help orchestrate this mission." Somek looked up at him: "Somal, if you are not, I don't know who is." Somal sighed to himself. Somek pressed on: "The Navis Sanctus needs you as a commanding officer. This is a very prominent moment in Vulman history. If this mission goes well, we may be able to make our first interstellar mission out of this system since are great-great-great grandparents." Somek put his hand on his older brother's back: "I know you will do well." They stood alone in the darkness.

…

The docking port was crammed with a multitude Vulmen. In attempt to reach the Navis Sanctus, members of the discombobulated Vulmen High Command attempted to locate the nearest shuttle pod. Administrator Sopek, along with his three eldest children, attempted to mitigate the gross crowd. With the help of his security guards, he and his children managed to locate their reserved vessel. Administrator Sopek hissed when a man accidently pushed him: "This is total madness. Who acts like this?" Somal spoke back as he stepped over a barrel: "You did not have to come." The administrator smirked: "And let you leave for 'Satana' without a proper ship inspection, I think not."

T'Hana spoke up: " Can someone please explain to Somek and me why our presence was necessary?" Somal was about to respond when a voice from the distance called his name:" Somal! Somal!" He turned around in time to see his old university friend: Kuvak. "My friend!" He said with a half-smile. He tried to move closer; however, the guard stopped him. Somal shook his head at the man. " He is safe." Sopek spoke up: "Forgive me for being rude, but I will have to interrupt this meeting, we need be at our required shuttle pod. There are too many security risks at the present moment."

Somal nodded as another man rammed into his father's back. He hissed from the pain. Somal then looked at Kuvak and replied: "Follow us." Two of the guards advanced further, scouting the perimeter for any signs of danger. They were led to a shuttle pod on the outer edge of the dock.

"You first, administrator." The chief guard stated. "Thank you, Tomek." The administrator replied to his guard. Somal, T'Hana, and Somek entered the small vessel. Kuvak attempted to follow, but was cut off by the guard. "Only the administrator and immediate family." Somal stepped out of the shuttle pod. "Tomek, he is clean. He is a member of the ship Navis Sanctus. Tomek looked skeptical. He turned to Kuvak. "Let me see your identification." He stated to the young man strictly. Kuvak pulled out his badge from under his nicely pressed shirt. "Lieutenant Kuvak Armbruster at your service." Tomek took a moment to study the identification. " You can pass." He said as he gave Kuvak back his badge.

The two young men climbed into the shuttle pod. Tomek followed and shut the door. Kuvak took a deep breath: " That place was a mad house." Sopek smirked at him:"I could not agree more." Somal spoke up: "Father, this is Kuvak. He attended university with me. We had several mathematics classes, specifically statistics and probability, together." Sopek's eyes brightened at Kuvak. "Did you study econometrics at the university as well?" Had security guards not been surrounding Kuvak, he would have been highly amused: "No sir, I am a physicist. I double majored in mathematics and physics during my years at the university."

Sopek nodded in comprehension, partly bored now: "What branch do you specialize in?" Kuvak responded to his request: " I am an experimental physicist. However, I studied medicine in graduate school. I work as a physician resident from eight to twelve and then participate in research at the university in the afternoon." Somal nodded to Kuvak: "Will you be serving as a physician on the Navis Sanctus?" Kuvak shook his head: "No, I am being sent by the Vulman High Command to conduct research on Satana … I mean NX-156."

Somek turned to T'Hana. "My sister is a physician as well. If you ever have an ache or pain, she would able to help you." He said almost too kindly to be true. T'Hana glared at him. She then turned to Kuvak, and for the first time truly examined him. He did not resemble the traditional Vulman. He possessed several recessive genes from Mater Terra. His straight silky hair, pointed ears, and slanted eyebrows were highly Vulman; however, his blond hair and blue eyes were clearly not. " Will you be serving on the ship?" T'Hana gave him a slight smile. "No, my services are required elsewhere. However, I wish you and the crew a safe journey."

Somek spoke with amusement in his voice: " I must say Kuvak, I envy your position. You must feel honored to serve upon the Navis Sanctus." Sopek turned his head toward his son and then looked back at Kuvak: "I wouldn't let my son flatter you, lieutenant Kuvak. He would appear to be looking for his next promotion." The corners of Kuvak's mouth rose.

…

The pilot spoke out loud from the front of the vessel. Tomek signaled the group to look out the window. T'Hana's and Somal's mouths both feel open in astonishment. The starship sat within the station. Somal had seen countless images; however, none of them did the scene true justice.

Somek stared at the vessel intensely. The ship was the most intimidating vessel he had ever seen. The aeronautical design had been devised from a fusion of Klingon, Vulcan, and Carpathian vessels. Somek turned to his siblings: "T'Min must be very proud of her design. Her schematics were constructed of pure genius."

"We will be docking shortly, Administrator Sopek." Tomek announced the statement to the entire group. " It is an impressive vessel." The administrator murmured to himself. "Please brace yourself." Kuvak stated to the group. Sopek was half-dazed during Kuvak's statement: "Excuse me?" The vessel shook as it made contact with the Navis Sanctus. Administrator Sopek jolted forward, and was then restrained by his belt. He hissed to himself. Somal narrowed his eyes: "Father, are you well?"

Sopek grimaced: "I will be fine."

The shuttle pod's door opened. Tomek and his staff proceeded off the vessel. The administrator and his children was signaled to follow after the area was secured. Somal brushed off his robes. The jolt had wrinkled his clothes. When he looked up, he saw two Klingon soldiers and three Vulman officers standing outside the small vessel.

"Administrator!" A Vulman male exclaimed as he walked over to the group. "Captain Dumas! How agreeable to see you again!" Sopek raised his hand and made the ta'al. Dumas repeated his manner. "You must be Somal." He greeted the young man in a similar manner. "Greetings, Captain. This is a very magnificent vessel." Somal responded after raising the ta'al. "Yes, the Navis Sanctus is a ship so extraordinary that our ancestors from the fatherland would have been filled with pride." The captain stated positively. Sopek raised an eyebrow: "Pride is an emotion, Dumas. Even if our great- great grandfathers were still alive, I doubt they would ever admit to such a thing."

An awkward silence filled the room. The Klingon men looked highly confused. Somal spoke up: " Captain, when is the Navis Sanctus scheduled to depart?" Dumas replied to him: "We are scheduled to leave for NX-156 in approximately seventeen hours and thirty-eight minutes. However, please be here two hours in advanced for departure. The ship is set to leave at 8.00 a.m. sharp." Somal shook his head.

The captain turned around and walked up the stairs. A Klingon nudged Somek: "Follow him!" He commanded the boy. Somek raised both his eyebrows. The Klingon clearly had no bedside manner. Tomek snapped at the warrior and placed his right hand on his phase pistol. The Klingon walked straight past him with no fear what so ever.

T'Hana crinkled her nose at the soldier as they followed. She had attended to enough injured Klingons in her life to understand their arrogant demeanor. They took pride in themselves when proven superior to others. " Forgive him, he is the perfect example of haughty youth. I will see that he is punished if he presents this kind of behavior on our mission." The second Klingon stated to her. Somal turned to the alien in shock as the group entered an escalator: " You will be accompanying us to NX-156?"

Captain Dumas spoke up: "For security purposes, the Vulman High Command made a request for us to be escorted by a Klingon battalion. " Kuvak looked startled: "I beg your pardon." Kuvak was positive he had not heard the man incorrectly. Captain Dumas attempted to reiterate: "I stated, …" The Administrator interrupted the captain. "He heard you the first time, Dumas." The escalator doors opened. The captain was the first to step out. Sopek's four security guards followed him.

Somal followed his peers. The quietness of the airlock had long been suppressed. He entered a noisy corridor. He found the hallway to be just as maniacal as the landing pad. A tiny Vulman woman walked past with a box of tools. She was clearly distracted for she rammed the back of her box into Somal's shoulder. He flashed around and hissed. Somal was on the verge of losing his temper when he realized who he was dealing with. "T'Lin," he said in amazement. He had not seen her in many years.

She looked confused. Her eyes then narrowed with comprehension and lightly smiled. "Somal, it has been too long." He reciprocated her warmth by lightly touching her shoulder. He took a moment to admire her physical form. She had clearly grown into a beautiful woman while he was away at law school. She had a handsome face, dark blue eyes, and long curly brown hair. He was about to say more when his father interrupted their conversation. "T'Lin, my dear, you look well!" She smiled at the administrator. " As do you, Sir. My mother sends her greetings. She wishes me to inform you that next time she see you, she 'hopes it won't be on the battlefield'."

Somek suppressed a chuckle. T'Min was furious with their father launching the Navis Sanctus early. Sopek looked very uncomfortable. For once, the Klingons understood the Vulman idiom and looked highly amused. " Are you in need of assistance?" Somal inquired to his friend. She shook her head. "No. I am heading to engineering. However, if you wish, I can give you a tour of the vessel. Well, at least the parts I have been to. " Somal responded: "That would be agreeable."

Captain Dumas interrupted them: "I am currently giving a tour at the moment commander." T'Lin smiled at him. "In that case, enjoy your tour." There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice. T'Lin then turned and walked the other direction. Kuvak whispered to Tomek: " Why didn't you ask for her identification, Sir? Couldn't she have posed a threat to the administrator?" He said half humorously, half seriously. Tomek raised an irritated eyebrow: "Don't you have some place to be Doctor Kuvak?" Kuvak smiled: "Sadly, I do. It was agreeable to see you again, Somal. It was also nice to meet your family." He raised his hand and made the ta'al. "Peace and long life, Administrator. Thank you for the V.I.P entrance." Sopek smirked and repeated the act. Kuvak turned around and headed for the lab.

…

The group abandoned the corridor and headed for the main entrance. They entered a room as large as an auditorium. Somal looked around and noted that there were nearly three-dozen Klingon soldiers in the area. T'Hana leaned into her brother and whispered: "This place resembles the images of Kronos." Somal tried to contain his amusement, so he instead glared at her. The elder Klingon was walking right behind them. Somek turned to the captain: "How many military personal will be serving on this ship?" He asked, as he tried to be politically correct. "We have hired 100 of the best Klingon soldiers that Kronos has to offer."

Somek shook his head. He watched as the Klingons walked past and towered above him. "Yes," he stated. "You clearly have." Somal bit his lip. The Andorians were going to think they were commanding a war vessel. This fact displeased him immensely. He observed his fellow Vulmen's demeanor. "Remember," Somal whispered to his brother and sister, "They are more afraid of us than we are of them. We control the exchange rate and the trading prices." Somek smirked: "Yes, it is very assuring to know we can control them by the weight of our pocket books." He added with sarcasm.

Sopek overheard Somek and glared at his son. The boy lowered his head. Somal focused on the crew. Each crewmen or crewwoman had been selected with proper precision. A majority of the crew had either come from the different regions of Neovulterra or the Archaic Mining Colonies. Many of the staff would be required to spend the night on the ship do to the long distance from home. Luggage and cargo was being transported for the journey.

The group left the massive room and entered on additional escalator. They exited several minutes later and were then escorted into a small debriefing room. Sopek, along with his three children, followed Dumas and his associates into the room. Tomek and his men attempted to follow, but were cut off by the younger Klingon. "Administration and officers only. This is meeting is confidential." The warrior hissed to the guard. Tomek raised his eyebrow. He then took a step forward and leaned into the Klingon's personal space. He murmured into his ear: " I am part of his administration." The beast grinned his razor sharp teeth. The administrator overheard the quarrel from the room: "Tomek, you are free to pass." The chief guard pushed past the Klingon. "Please send your men back to the airlock. We will be leaving shortly." Tomek turned to his men and fired his orders. He then moved to the corner of the room.

"Let us all take a seat." Captain Dumas exclaimed to his fellow officers. T'Hana, Somal, and Somek, like small children, sat in a line on a side bench. Their father sat at the head of the circular table, and was positioned directly next to the bench. The officers viewed the young adults rather strangely. Sopek spoke up: "There is plenty of room if you wish to sit up here." Embarrassed, the three adults stood up and sat around the circular table.

T'Hana and Somek curiously stared at one another. They felt honored to sit by their father's side, especially at such a pivotal moment in history. There was a long silence. Administrator Sopek then spoke up: "What I am about to tell all of you is highly confidential. If anyone of you are found to have spoken of this event, you will be executed for high treason!" Somal and his siblings were flabbergasted. The officers remained emotionless.

" March 18, 2123," Sopek stated rather firmly. A dead silence hung in the air. "Today, nearly 32 years ago a vessel from the fatherland crashed on our world." Captain Dumas raised his eyebrow in confusion. "Sir, the first ships to arrive on Neovulterra were nearly 242 years ago. They were slave ships from the Carpathians region, traveling from the fatherland and Mater Terra."

Administer Sopek starred emotionlessly at him. "That was not what I was referring to, Captain." There was another rather odd silence. He continued on: " Nearly 32 years ago, a group of Vulcans were forced to abandon ship after encountering a blind hyperactive spot in the Archaic System. The ship's functions were completely forced off online and their engine exploded."

Somal narrowed his eyes: "Vulcan?" He mouthed the strange, yet familiar word. " They were the pure-blood descendants of the fatherland. Your great-great-great grandfather was Vulcan." The administrator answered his son. "Go on," Captain Dumas urged him. " Shuttle pods were deployed out of survival for they had no other choice but to abandon ship." Somal shifted his head. "What happened to them, Sir?" Sopek frowned to himself: "Twenty five members of the crew where killed in the Archaic Asteroid belt. Their unguided pods were ruptured by unanticipated collisions." He continued on: "However, one shuttle pod managed to successfully mitigate the asteroid belt and land on Neovulterra. Fifteen passengers managed to survive the crash."

The officers shifted awkwardly in their places. Somal could see in his father's eyes he was telling the truth. "Administrator," he stated cautiously, " All do respect, why has this information been with held from the Vulmen people? If this is true, then our Neovulterran history is nothing but fabrications. I was under the impression their had been no direct interactions between these supposed 'pure-blooded' Vulcans and the Vulmen people since they conceived the first generation Neovulterrans with the Terrans." He squinted at his father's demeanor. "Yes administrator, if this is true, then why are we learning of this highly important occurrence now, nearly 32 year later after the crash?" The Captain asked him.

Sopek spoke: " Five days ago, I was traveling outside the capital city of Akbar when ministers of the Vulmen High Council and myself encountered a rather disturbing predicament. We traveled to an undisclosed location, for we were meeting with the kingpin of the illegal drug trade. However, he did not follow through with his side of the agreement and failed to show."

Somal's eyes widened: " You went to meet the 'Basileus.'" Slight anger leaked into his voice. He had assisted his father with tracking black market activities to expose corruption. Sopek, his own father, had taken his information without his consent. Sopek was oblivious to Somal's discontent: " Unbeknown to Vulmen High Command, the 'Basileus' managed to undermine security. Our location had been revealed ahead of time." Somal watched Tomek involuntarily flinch. " A bomb was released which destroyed all of the surrounding evidence of the drug trade. Three of my top men were injured. One was killed." Tomek added with shame lurking in his voice.

Somal was furious: "There was an assassination attempt on your life! Who is responsible for this?" He stood up in anger. " Sit down, Somal." Sopek raised his voice. "Father," Somal tried to plead with the older man. "Sit down!" He stated angrily. Somal reluctantly returned to his seat. " The distressed crew was retrieved and placed under watch by the Vulmen High Command." Sopek attempted to continue with his previous conversation. " In all do respect, Sir, I fail to see how this is relevant to your current attempted murder." One quiet Vulmen officer exclaimed to his superior. The captain turned to his subordinate: " Corporal Gladius, please be silent and let the Administrator continue." He hissed to the younger Vulmen.

The other mysterious vulmen officer interrupted: "No sir, I believe Corporal Gladius question is highly legitimate." She then turned to the administrator: " Are you attempting to imply these 'Vulcans', from the original vessel that landed 32 years ago, have some connection to do with the underground Neovulterran drug trade?" The administrator nodded his head at the young woman. She was clearly highly perceptive for her age.

Sopek chose his own words carefully. "Before the bombing occurred within the facility, we stumbled across a dismembered figure." Somal inquired as he leaned in to listen with concern. "Dismembered figure?" Sopek pulled a pad out of his pocket. He slid the pad across the table to his son and spoke: " DNA test revealed the corpse belonged to a physician named Stollen V'Larn. He was 162.34 years of age."

Somal opened the pad and examined the imagery. He had been expecting a death certificate. Instead, he was met with a gruesome murder scene. A nude body lay haphazardly across the floor. His right arm appeared to have been surgically removed. Blood was scattered throughout the floor. Green writing from previous released body fluids lay dormant on his chest.

Somal read the writing before he passed the pad reluctantly to his sister. He was surprised to find that the writing was in a more minor 'Vulcan' dialect known as Ra'al, rather than the more affluent version from the capital city of Shi'Karia. Somal raised his eyebrow in disdained curiosity. Vulglish, a hybridized language that fell between Shi'Karia Vulcan and English, was predominately spoken in social outings. Shi'Karia 'Vulcan' and English Standard were taught in all public schools and were referred to as the languages of learning. However, only the elite and the most prominent scholars studied more exclusive languages, like Ra'al Vulcan and classical Latin.

Ra'al was used to translate the original teachings of Surak. The language was rarely used as a source of communication. "This murderer was clearly highly educated in linguistics." Somal exclaimed to the group. The other woman shook her head: " You are applying Vulman principles to the unknown. For all we know, the Vulcans murdered this victim personally, and Ra'al is compulsorily language of study on their world."

The elder Klingon picked up the tab and rubbed his mane: " What so ever does this writing say." He scrunched his nose at the vulgar image. Even Klingons had a threshold for disgust. Somal spoke up: " We know who you are, son of Vulcan. You shall pay for your treachery against the T'Prim and her people." Sopek picked up the pad and scrolled to the next image. A demonic symbol , the pentagon, was painted with blood on the wall. "This shall be your destruction." A discombobulated image of an asteroid was splattered inside the pentagon.

The sight was rather chilling to look out. Dumas murmured out a curse word. Somal looked up: "This is Satana." Sopek nodded his head:" The ship, the T'Prim, transported 40 Vulcans across space, and was never witnessed by her people again." Somal took a breath and made an inquiry: " What happened to the surviving crew?" Sopek looked rather uncomfortable: "They were given a decision. They could chose to reside on Neovulterra or the Archaic mining colonies in peace for the rest of their life."

Captain Dumas shifted his head sideways at the words 'in peace': "Weren't they given the option to return to their world? Did their people ever come looking for them?" Sopek frowned at his peers. Somek and Corporal Gladius leaned forward in interest. " We could not risk exposure to unwanted visitors. The Vulman High Command gave them the option to reside in the Archaic System peace, as long as they sought to keep quiet about their heritage and integrate into our society. A handful were able to fulfill our requirements. However, many were 'unsatisfied' with these terms. They repaired their technology and managed to send out a distress call."

T'Hana leaned in forward: "And?" Tomek interrupted the Administrator's next response: "They violated the terms to reside upon our world. In return, the Vulcans were executed." Somal raised his eyebrows. He knew better than to challenge his father. Dumas and the other Vulmen were mortified. Nevertheless, they managed to repress their flabbergasted emotions. Somal spoke as he grinded his teeth: " How many were killed?" Sopek eyed his shoes in shame and then made eye contact. "Six were executed for high treason."

Corporal Gladius spoke: "What happened to the other nine crew members?" Sopek took a deep breath: "Four chose to integrate into our society. Their recent whereabouts here remained unknown until recently." The corporal spoke up: "If we are aware of their current positions, why have we not placed their arrest." The unnamed Vulmen woman raised an eyebrow: "We clearly have no knowledge of the others location. However, something clearly tragic occurred that managed to bring this importance revelation to light. I assume this Doctor Stollen V'Larn had something to do with the original crew?" She turned to the administrator.

Administrator Sopek's eyes widened slightly. He had met many intelligent people over the course of his lifetime. Yet, something different lay dormant in the character of this young woman. He nodded to her and made a personal inquiry: "What is your name, child." The young woman shifted her head: " I am T'Pel." The Administrator raised an eyebrow: "Your rank, my dear?" She shook her head: " I am not an officer, Administrator Sopek. The Vulman High Command hired me as an independent consultant. I am a lawyer who is employed by the Archaic Mining Colonies. I am also the chief mining engineer for my sector. I was sent to assist your son, Somal, to evaluate the worth of the varying materials and the conditions of 'Sata" … I mean NX-156."

" I see." He said eyeing her suspiciously. " Where did you receive your recommendation?" T'Pel spoke blankly: "Your colleague Torik, the chief mining engineer of Neovulcana, nominated me for this position. Is there a problem, Sir? " She leaned forward. Sopek shook his head. "No, I was simply curious. Back to the original discussion, T'pel is correct. Doctor Stollen was highly involved. He was the physician for the crew of the T'Prim. He was of full Vulcan descent."

"Whatever then occurred to the other five additional crew members?" Somal inquired to his father. Sopek blinked lightly: "After several years of debate, they were successfully trialed and found non-guilty. However, these Vulcans, four male and one female, were forced to remain in the capital city under close watch. Reluctantly, these crewmembers were forced to reintegrate into our society. Some chose to intermarry with our people and start a new life. Doctor Stollen was one of the original five-crew members. He served our people faithfully for many years and made large medical advancement in regards to Panar Syndrome, and Pon Farr. "

The tips of Somal and Somek's ears turned bright green at their father's statement. Captain Dumas starred blankly and spoke up: "Why was Stollen killed? Did he have a connection to the drug trade?" Sopek shifted his head in regret: "I regret I cannot answer your inquiry. His body was found at the scene of a potential meeting. Dr. Stollen was reported by his peers to be a man of integrity. His involvement with such an infringed organization seemed out of par."

Sopek shook his head: "Nevertheless, the message left near his body was filled with anti-Vulcan rhetoric. Few members were aware of the landing of the Vulcans those many years ago." Somal shifted his head: "Who was specifically aware of their landing?" Sopek took a breath: "Only the highest members of the Vulman High Command, the council of physicians, and the chief members of the archaic mining belt." Somal narrowed his eyes: " Did Stollen serve on the council of physicians?"

Sopek nodded his head. " Then it is safe to assume that he, along with the other four Vulcans employed by the Vulmen High Command, had full access to classified information." Somal stated blankly. Sopek nodded his head: "Unfortunately, yes." Somal narrowed his eyes: "If Stollen had access to classified information, then others could have easily viewed him as threat to Neovulterra's security." Sopek grimaced at his son. "What could Stollen have possibly done to upset a fellow member of the Vulmen High Command? More importantly, what connection does he have to 'Satana' and who is this 'Son of Vulcan.'"

The crew looked confused. Somal pointed to the image: " We know who you are, son of Vulcan. You shall pay for your treachery against the T'Prim and her people." He read out the bloody writing. "You stated there were nine surviving crew members after execution. Five remained in captivity for the remainder of their life. What happened to the original four who chose to accept 'Neovulterran society?'" Somal inquired to his father. Sopek nodded his head: "While they have made their presence known, we cannot disclose their location due to security reasons. However, your reasoning is sound."

Somal shook his head and read the next section: "This shall be your destruction." He looked at his fellow colleagues. " Another Vulcan is going to be killed." He stated bluntly. "Why?" Gladius spoke up: "Perhaps members of the original four blame the death of their peers on the other five." Somal shook his head: "That doesn't make any sense. The note's addressed to one Vulcan. Singular. Masculine. Why kill Stollen then threaten the life of an additional Vulcan?"

Somal turned his head to his father: "What positions did the other known members occupy in the High Command." Sopek spoke to his son: " V'Lan was a mechanical engineer and aeronautical specialist. He helped design schematics of the first Vulman warp vessel. He also trained T'Min, T'Lin's mother, in the art of engineering. Malik was a weapons and security specialist. He occupied a position in our world's top defense program for several years. Sturn was a language specialist and Vulcan priest. He was also Stollen's fraternal twin brother. Last, T'Ria was the commanding officer. She was often referred to as a renaissance woman. She was a mathematician and an architect. She redesigned the format of our capital city after the first Neovulterran-Carpathian World War. She recently retired from her position."

Captain Dumas raised his eyebrow: "These five Vulcans have contributed immensely to the growth of society, yet we have never acknowledged their merit?" It was reasonable question to inquire. Sopek spoke: "They were asked to conduct their life in peace. The High Command, however, did not wish them to draw attention to themselves. Nevertheless, the High Command did seek to utilize their abilities to achieve technological, medical, and social advancements."
" Did any of these Vulcans have a connection to NX-156?" Somal inquired as he attempted to bring the conversation back to the original point. Sopek shook his head: " The High Command is attempting to find a connection as we speak. We suspect the 'missing' four have something to do with the Archaic Mining Colonies. Nevertheless, I have came here to inform you to be aware." He turned to Dumas: "Captain, I have come to inform you to take proper security precautions. I would not want anything to intervene with your journey to NX-156."

Dumas narrowed his eyes in concern: "Administrator, is there something you are attempting to inform me?" Sopek nodded his head. "We believe a Vulcan has possibly infiltrated to High Command." He shook his head. "The High Command has been divided as of late. This mission has been of great controversy. I suspect one of the Vulcans from the crash is attempting to influence our decisions regarding deep space travel and interspecies relations." Sopek spoke more softly: "We cannot afford to fail. The future of tomorrow weighs on our shoulders."

Somal shook his head in agreement. "But remember, Captain. If the Andorian's ask, we have no ties to either the Vulcan or the Terran government." Sopek stated lightly. Dumas shifted his head and raised his eyebrow. "What should we tell them then, Administrator Sopek?" He was clearly highly confused. Sopek smirked: "What else Captain, but the truth? We are the Vulmen!"

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Greetings Readers. Thank you all for taking the time to peruse my story. This is the first fanfiction I have written in a long time. Feel free to review. I am always looking for some constructive criticism. I have already wrote the next few chapters for this story. However, the chapters are currently in revision. Forgive me, I struggle with grammar. I will try to update once a week. However, I cannot promise anything. I am two week away from my AP exams. These examinations are currently my top priority. I will update more frequently after I have completed the following. Thanks again ;-).

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