This is an edited version of the first chapter because the original was my very first Fanfiction chapter and all the words were bunched together. If I have made any Star Trek errors feel free to inform me. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek.

Chapter One:

"A Vulcan cannot lie, professor."

This was said blandly and without emotion, but it seemed to incite irritation.

"You can." The second voice responded loudly.

There was a sigh and then the first voice answered, "I have chosen to be Vulcan and as such I cannot lie whether or not I posses the capacity. To lie would be to dishonor myself and all I strive for."

"Dash you Tarvyd! You have been offered the chance many graduates would kill for and yet you are throwing it away because of your pride!"

Another sigh and then the voice of Tarvyd came from the bowed individual standing by the bookshelf of the professor's office.

Tarvyd turned around to face Professor Men.

He raised his gangly large hands in utter defeat. "I can't explain it to you. It may seem simple, but in starting down that path I shall not be able to turn away from it."

Professor Men looked at him with his bright green eyes and responded, "Look, exaggerate then. Even that blasted idol of yours, Spock exaggerated."

Tarvyd's unusual grey eyes flickered slightly. "Ambassador Spock lied at necessity not for gain."

The professor eyed him uncertainly. "You are the best in my class Travyd. You deserve this post. I am going to recommend you to the captain. He is a friend, he will listen. All I am asking is that you say you are Vulcan. The captain is not very observant and given the chance you could prove to him why your race can be trusted and that the past should be dropped."

The professor now smiled warmly at Tarvyd and said gently "I am asking you to see this as an ambassadorial prospect. Ambassador Spock lied to bring your people together. You must lie to show those who would hate you that you can be trusted, that what has passed has passed and now there are now boundaries, no locked doors between your different races."

Tarvyd hesitated and then nodded. "Very well. I understand." A pause and then,

"Thank you."

Captain Alce Griffith of the U.S.S. Starship "Gaze" sat at his desk aboard the ship.
He was a tall imposing man with wiry dark hair and fierce light blue eyes and skilled hands.
These hands he now laced in front of him as he stared at the young man standing before his desk, hands behind his back eyes staring past his shoulders.

"So your name is….Tarvyd. Do you have a first name Mr. Tarvyd?"

Tarvyd glanced at him and something crossed his face. He hesitated and then finally answered "Torr."

The captain seemed to frown, but then he shrugged and asked, "Where were you born Mr. Tarvyd?"

"Vulcan."

Captain Griffith looked at him again. "Indeed."

The captain stood now and went over to the wall and asked the replicator for some coffee.

"Anything for you?" He asked.

Tarvyd shook his head. "No, thank you sir."

The captain got his coffee and then sat down. "Your resume is quite impressive. Top in all your classes except the study of the Romulan people and their history. Why is that? You seem a bright person and surely this new class is no harder then," here the captain peered again at the plain resume before finishing, "Temporal Mechanics which you excelled in it says."

There was a pause and then Tarvyd answered, "I found the subject…difficult to comprehend and controversial and well, sir, dull."

The captain straightened, surprised by him.

"Dull?"

Tarvyd nodded. "Yes, sir. We…we Vulcans grow up hearing stories of our cousins now and I had already heard much of the material and I am afraid sir I did not devote enough to time to it to get a passing grade."

"Hmmm." The captain nodded. "Indeed, it is quite odd that they have made it a required subject to graduate from the Academy, but I have never understood them, not even now."

The captain stood again and paced before stopping and staring down at his hands, clasped before his stomach.

"I will be frank with you Mr. Tarvyd," Captain Griffith said looking up.

"I don't like Vulcans, which is why at present there are none on my ship. Your professor though came to me and intervened on your behalf Mr. Tarvyd and persuaded me to give you a chance. I have no moral reason to refuse you. Maybe if you were a Romulan as they killed many of my friends while we were at war, but you are not Romulan and the Vulcans have always been allies. Your professor was quite anxious that you be given a chance and in all fairness I agreed. I will sign you on though it is not without reservations pertaining your skill. What is your specialty again? Botany and wild animals?"

Tarvyd nodded his head. "Yes, sir."

"Hmmm. Well I do need a specialist in those fields. Welcome aboard Mr. Tarvyd."

Something like a smile flickered across the Vulcans features before being quickly muffled. "Thank you sir."