Saavik personal log
It has been 12 months after my resignation. I, in my opinion had no other option. Tension was building due to the upcoming war between Romulus and the Federation. How foolish humans can be, prejudice rules their lives. There was no longer any way to make sure I could function
how I should. In any case, now I am on a Vulcan Vessel named T'Vara. Fortunately the Vulcans understood my situation and with the help of Sarek, I now had the position of CSO. Chief Science Officer...My task mainly being on the bridge and conducting standard research. At the moment we are orbiting a small moon, not so far away from Vulcan itself. A landing party will commence shortly.
-Commander, report to transporter room 1.- Ah, my signal. I rise from my console, answered the message and straighten my uniform. Quite different from the ones of StarFleet. Tight, yes, comfortable, yes. It's blue, dark blue. Pips on it reveal my rank and status.
On my heels, yes heels, that was getting used to, I walk out of my small quarter and take a left. I am on the fifth deck, transporter room is on the first. The walls are of a reasonable size. Like StarFleet, grey. Perhaps that will never change. My hair in a loose with a black bandanna, decorated with the IDIC symbol. I saw a young cadet named Soleta warring one. I decided I desired one as well.
The lights are different. Dim light. Not the usual bright white. That was a relief. In small alcoves, relics. Mainly Surak statues , his teachings or other objects like banners and candles are to be seen. And yet. One other big improvement, the temperature. Only Vulcans onboard, so it's standard temperature is well above that of The Enterprise.
I take the Lift and exit. I see Vulcans walking, doing their tasks. I take a right, walk on and turn right again. In the transporter room I see my small group. Three. Not counting myself.
T'Vena, a geologist, Sendak, the Doctor and Vesta. A young intern who desired to have fieldtraining in geology. That was not my speciality. With aid, I put on my coat. In it my equipment. From emergency rations to tricorder. Mentally preparing myself for the beaming. There was air on the moon, so no suit necessary.
As we materialise on the surface I see what I expected. Rocks, sand, and...a cave?
"I shall go to the cave, I advise you to start the investigation of the soil." As I walk towards it, I see my crew efficiently unpacking the materials needed. I enter the two meter entrance and light my flashlight. As expected the sides are rough. And the tunnel itself quite deep. For 5 minutes I walk further. As of yet, no odd things. The air becomes more dense due to lack of oxygen. Nothing uncommon. In a brief moment I observe an object that should not belong here...a...box? Clearly man made. I walk towards it and kneel down. Vulcan syllables are to be read. How peculiar and fascinating.
I touch it, then move it, after I make a holographic image. A keyhole? But, no key. Curiosity peaked I glance around, with my flashlight I cover every tiny crevice but to no avail.
"Not logical, who would place a box this deep in a cave, of a moon?" The box is 30 centimetres by 30 centimetres. I touch the rims and carved pictures. Clearly Vulcan.
I pick it up and begin my walk back to my away party. After we have done our soil checks and other necessary tasks, we return. Box in hand. Quickly I return to the science department where I lock myself in.
"Now then....a box..." Briefly I think back to the Pandora's Box. Many years ago I witnessed many killed by a box invented by Romulans. This however was not the case here. I run some scans, glance at the results and find...nothing. Somehow the box is protected against scans. Most fascinating. I touch every centimetre. Perhaps a secret opening somewhere. Or perhaps a drawer. On Earth I once saw a box like that. Visits to the museum were most enlightening.
After hours of trying to find a solution I rest my head on the table. Specifically on my folded arms. Think....think....No lock, no secret compartment...only syllables and figurines. Vulcan. Focus on the syllables then...I nod to myself and rise.
Syllables. They appear old. So Traditional Gollic Vulcan. I open the database and try to find a match. Spock neglected to teach me that language. Then again, it's only for ritual purposes.
It takes me 5 hours, to figure out only 5 words...Shi'yavekh ken-tor halovau gla-tor Surak. 'Freely' translated as ...address...understand...travel...see...Surak. That is it...sounds almost as an invitation. But merely the outside. I really want to know what is in it.
Surak was the most rapid one I uncovered. Not hard. Every Vulcan knew his name, his 'supposedly' appearance and doctrines. I move my chair back and forth. Illogical to find a box on a moon, in a cave, close to Vulcan, with those words on it...why?
5 days later....
Okay...the box is still closed. But linguists have aided me to figure out the sentence.
Nuh' shi'yavekh eh ken-tor du bolaya nuh halovau nuh gla-tor Surak...
Right...meaning? ...Too see and understand you need to travel, to see Surak. Sounds like an invitation. I like puzzles...emotion, I know. Better said,...I desire puzzles then. I never lost at one as of yet. Got a free hand for this project.
The counsel did not mind. I believe they want to keep me busy until StarFleet settles down again. In their estimation I shall return then, I am the last one to object. Now I am here, in the Science academy with 'my' box...that box becomes an obsession. Carbon dating indicates around 450-500 in the Vulcan timeline. Right in the century Surak lived in. Very interesting ...yet, I can't open it...and THAT...is annoying...
I walk around it, glance at the pictures. A man lecturing on a stone, logical deduction that it is Surak, around him Pupils. History tells me that they are Jarok, whom later shall leave to create the Romulan empire, and a few others. Probably pupils. The next one is one of a desert, Mount Seleya clearly in view, before it a figurine of a tiny male and a vessel of some kind. The last is a closed box with mourning Vulcans.
A coffin. Hmmm....On all pictures one man...all symbolise Surak. The writing, the first image. History tells us that Surak was stranded in the desert when he was bound for a meeting with space pirates. The Vulcans present there, died. The pirates were planning a trap. He lived. So the tiny figure is Surak...in theory.
Sum up, first picture: Surak lecturing, second: Surak stranded in the desert, third: Probably Surak in the coffin? So a small sum up of his life.
I sit down again. The text, the pictures...I needed to get in that box...but do not wish to damage the exterior... a locksmith? No, try to unlock it myself? No, I am skilled in pick pocketing, not breaking and entering... I decide to make a stroll. Humans tell me that it will clear the mind. Perhaps, also, I needed food and stretch my legs.
After an hour of meditating I return to the box. It stares almost mocking. As if he says, 'You shall not open me, not now, not never.' Well, we will see about that. As I turn around to pick up a master key, I accidentally bump into the box, it falls, I cringe, and...huh?
"It's open!!!!!" Almost gleefully I bend down and pick it up. Fortunately, nothing has been damaged. The lid is now easily removed and I glance inside. Inside it, sigh...another box. That one, is not locked. I open it and see a amulet of some kind. A red ruby stone in the middle, with syllables around it.
The metallic necklace is clearly made for a man, far too robust for a woman. On the back 'Surak' is carved. Now then, the words on the amulet...
'Olozhica eh sahrafel kaunshau.' ... 'Logic and trust unify'...hmmm. I place it on the table and turn it around a bit. There is something about that stone...the stone is too large ...too ... large...COMPARTMENT...eagerly I search, prod and feel until I hear a 'click'. The stone drops and reveals a thin withered piece of parchment. Hmmmm? Carefully I open it and a messy kind of old Vulcan writing stares at me. Okay... yet again, linguist needed... I make a copy of the piece of parchment and send it to the linguist department.
It took them 4 days to decipher... would have cost me about three times as long...
'In times gone by, our master was killed by those with anger. Hidden we have his body, in a place unknown. To the seeker of his wisdom, you shall travel far and beyond. Clues you will have to solve with logic alone. Where thoughts arise, and logic rules, you will find the second thought of his legacy.'
"Where thoughts arise, and logic rules..." I think aloud. I hear a 'Ahem'... behind me. As I turn around I see Sarek.
"Greetings Sarek...what brings you here?" I put the note on the table, next to the box, the second smaller box, the necklace and the ruby.
"You have missed our lunch appointment." Guilty as charged.
"My apologies Sarek, I just discovered something very fascinating..." I have to share, want to share, this is a puzzle I really desire to solve...
"Indeed?" I see him walk over in his brown robes and observe the items displayed. "These items you have found in the box?" I nod...
"Yes, I have deciphered two texts now. The first is of the box, the second from the piece of parchment found in the ruby. Interesting story. Please..." I hand him the note, he reads and sinks in thought.
"Fascinating..." That is what I thought... "A place of Logic and thoughts arise..." I glance hopefully at him. "Well, it seems the one who has written this, has a quest for you Saavik-Kam..." Yes...yes...I know...don't keep me in suspense please...
"...If I can be of any help, I am not bound by any mission as of yet." I almost jump for joy, Yes, he will help...
"Suggestions?" He thinks again, with his knowledge we shall make progress, it has to be, I am not renowned for my patience.
"Well, A place of Logic is Gol, a place of thought, the mountains of Gol." I almost slap my head. Off course...Stupiiidddddddddd.....wait a minute.
"Sarek, in the years 450-500, did Gol exist? Or the masters in the mountains?"
"That, I do not know, little is known of that time, T'Plana-Hath had her school in that region, so perhaps we shall find more when we arrive."
We? We? Ah, a puzzle we shall do together. Sarek and I never did something together, now to think of it. I usually did it with Spock.
"That would be most appreciated..." I take the amulet, another copy of the two texts and together we leave the facility.
"Sarek? That region is off-limits." He nods.
"Correct, I shall inform the authorities for permission. Prepare for the journey and pack food and camping equipment." I am almost grounded to the floor. Camping? Ambassador Sarek? This is new. And he was not the youngest either anymore. He must have noticed my thoughtful glare as he stops and speaks.
"I have camped often enough, I know the surroundings, you do not. And it is not La-Mataya season. We shall be quite save." Stunned I gaze at him, alright...how amusing...a young woman, and an elderly man, scurrying about near the temple, due to a piece of parchment and a BOX!!! Well actually two...
3 hours later we are onroute to the mountains. No air-flight permitted so...we walk. Sarek is dressed in his desert outfit. Meaning, trousers, a light shirt and his robe. I am in white, tight clothes, also with a brown robe. Deflects the sun... On a floating card our supplies and a tent.
"We are now at the crossing of both the mountains and the temple. Better make camp here before nightfall." He spoke, so it shall be done. One hour later we are sitting before a small bonfire and enjoying our evening dinner. Nothing was said really. Darkness has settled in 10 minutes earlier.
"Sarek?"
"Yes?"
"Why did you decide to join me?"
"It became apparent to me that you are very eager to find, and solve, the riddle."
"True, but what else?"
"It also was...very lonely in the house. Amanda has passed away one year and three months ago now. A change of surrounding seemed preferable." Ah...me and my questions.
"I see...."
"And, this quest seemed very interesting.." I raise an eyebrow. Really...hehehehe.... Makes two of us.
"This indeed can be most interesting. I have never witnessed something this old in my hands..." I let the amulet role through my fingers and give it to Sarek. He takes it and seemed very interested in the carvings.
"Neither did I. perhaps tomorrow we shall find some answers, let us retire and sleep." He stands up and disappears in the tent. I stay behind for awhile. This... will prove most interesting indeed. After 5 minutes, I too, retire and bid Sarek a restful night. He returns the words. We both fall asleep.
Day one....
"Sarek... I ... Help!?" On a ledge, I am not even breathing...one mistake...a rock that slipped and WHAM...on a tiny ledge...and the canyons...are....deep....very....deep....A rope before my nose and the calming words of the man I see as my ... 'father'.
"Grab it, you are able to heave yourself up...are you wounded?"
"N...no...Tiny ledge...rock slipped..."
"That can happen, take the rope." I do, and indeed found myself out of breath, next to Sarek who gives me water...shish....no wonder these mountains are off-limits. They are dangerous...
Day two...
"Sarek, I told you those were dangerous insects..." I rub his back in with salve.
"Indeed, you did inform me later after I was bitten by that fire-ant..."
"I tried to warn you, you were eager to learn what food they were seeking..."
"Indeed...a species I did not encounter before."
"You did find it, it was 'you' on their menu..." I hide a smirk...he stood right in their nest...oops.... And I thought my mistake yesterday, on the ledge, was very un-thoughtful...shish...
"Thank you for informing me..."
Day three...
"Sarek..."
"Yes..."
"How long does a sandstorm last again?"
"At least 4 hours Saavikam." I shake a bundle of cards.
"Ever heard of an Earth Game called Poker? Usually played by four, but we'll manage." I see him shake his head. "Shall I explain?" He signals me to proceed.
2 hours later...
"You learn too fast Sarek..." He puts down his cards, I lost...again....
"It seems so, what do you have this time then?" I seek through my pockets and find nothing. My briefcase reveals a book.
"Interested in physics of a warp core? Amanda class? I am behind on that subject, that is why I brought it along." He puts a 'I do not care' face on. So I place it on in the middle.
5 hours later...
"Sarek...I only have my clothes...you are not interested in my wardrobe..."
"Still, you have lost the game, you will have to give me some payment. That is how the game works. You explained it rather well." I sigh a little.
"Hmm, okay...ask me anything you wish you to know...knowledge can be very valuable as well..." He nods, and thinks.
"Why did you desire to follow Spock's footsteps?" I am taken aback by that. Are we getting personal? I thought a knowledge question...
"Because he was the only one I could trust back then. I wanted to be close to him. To do that, I had to go to StarFleet. Then Valeris came and I decided to leave him, because he chose her side..."
"Spock never chose 'her' side Saavikam."
"Yes he did, when we were deciding on the grades of the cadets, he defended her when I said she was a bigot. And I assure you, I wonder why she never applied to the Temple..."
"Perhaps...but bigot?"
"She is, ask her then...she will be most pleased to tell you how superior she is."
"Rather not, I think your presence is more preferable." I look surprised.
"Why I am honoured Ambassador..."
"Honour is mine. Another game??"
Day four...
"You have not taken along extra batteries for the flashlights?"
"No Saavikam...I was under the impression that it would not take four days..."
"The riddle indicated it was..."
"Clear observation...a torch then?" We are standing in front of yet another cave. Number 24 to be exact.
"It shall be sufficient." Skilfully I see him make one...of my shirt...which...he won...he won all my belongings actually. And I owe him 200 credits. Hint. Never play poker with Sarek. You shall lose...allot.
We are at the bottom of the Temple of Gol. If seen, we shall be removed. Sarek insisted we investigated. I wonder who is more intrigued by this adventure. He...or me...perhaps both.
We enter it, and almost immediately are treated at allot of dust, spider webbing and Valids. Mole like creatures that can penetrate everything given time. I decide to stay behind Sarek. I do not like spiders...Vulcan spiders are different then Earth spiders. Here they tend to be 15 centimetres big...
"Disliking of Spiders?" Almost bemused he gazes at me. I shrug...
"Kind off...it's mutual I can assure you."
"Indeed? Amanda had the same..."
"I fully understand her thought pattern..."
While walking further Sarek chasing away the spiders we encounter...a corps... an old one. His or Her body was scattered about in a small space. Signs of a fight of some kind is clearly seen.
"Interesting...looking at the weapons it is about the year 300..."
"I never knew you knew something about weapons Sarek..."
"There is allot about me that you do not know..." We walk on, leaving the body be. I am making a mental note that those weapons should be in a museum....
"Perhaps this cave is too old Saavikam..."
"Perhaps, according to the remains we are too far back...we have to be in the year 400..."
"Agreed, let us leave then."
Together we try to find the path again, but can't...we made a wrong turn somewhere.
"What if we retrace our steps and follow our footprints."
"Correct assumption. If we could see them. The torch is no longer functioning." I sigh deep. Camping was something he could do, good preparation for exploring caves? Not.
"I brought along a tricorder, perhaps we can get a reading." I grab it and try to make it work.
"You shall not succeed, these mountains have some sort of radiation emanating. Mechanics do not work. Most pleasing for the meditations of the priest I have heard. The silence helps allot." I slap my head in the dark.
"NOW you tell me? Sarek...that is why the flashlight did not work...the batteries were depleted..." I moaned inside...SAREEEKKKKKKKK.....
"No need to raise you voice."
"There will be spiders in my neck..."
"Perhaps. Most likely indeed."
"Your fault...you should have informed me."
"Even I forget Saavik..."
"It seems so, yes...right assumption."
"No need to emphases that."
After 20 minutes I freeze.
"Sarek..."
"Yes?"
"Is that you touching my back?"
"No, I am holding the walls for my baring." I hold back a scream by placing my hands before my mouth. After a minute I calm myself.
"Whatever it is...REMOVE IT..." I hear scurrying and the touch of a hand, after a moment hear something squeak and a thud.
"It has been removed, whatever it was..." I sigh relieved.
After 4 hours we make it to the exit. It is now dusk.
"That was...most...unpleasant..." I exclaim and walk with head held high.
"Saavikam, you have been assaulted 5 times by creatures unknown...it is quite understandable."
"Very observant...let us go back to camp..."
"Agreed."
Day five....
"Are you certain?"
"Yes Sarek, valids are in the provision chest, and eating our food...."
"Then remove them.."
"They bite..."
"Then use the phaser, you have been with StarFleet, surly you do know how to use them."
"I do, but it will destroy our food in the progress." I kick the chest upside down and kick them away.
"Solved..."
"Most cruel."
"They bite, I kick. Seems very fair to me."
"They are but small."
"With sharp teeth and bad attitudes."
"Valids do not have an attitude. They are wild and fear you."
"Not mutual, I do not fear them, yet I can be wild, so I kick. It works."
"Indeed..."
Day eight...
"If we do not find anything useful today we shall return home, I need a bath..." I was getting fed up with Valids, dust, deserts, caves, and Sarek...
"But we are making progress, we are almost at the centre. The riddle stated: Where thoughts arise, and logic rules..."
"True...so now what, my patience is running at an all time low."
"I have noticed. We shall proceed to that cave." I see him pointing at a cave not far ahead. I grab some water and food (we tend to get lost in caves lately) and grabbed a flashlight. Sarek asked one of his attaché's to bring extra supplies...we no longer were in the vicinity of Gol, different composition now.
"Then let us commence..." Three hours later we gaze at a similar box as I found. Sarek was most pleased.
"I did not know they were that precise with the baring..." I was the one musing this as Sarek gazed at the pictures. Exactly the same. Same measurement, same syllables and pictures.
"Indeed, how did you open it the last time? There is a keyhole." I cleared my throat.
"Well, I was very scientific at first and then...em...I dropped it."
"You dropped it..." I nod.
"Yes, I tried to grab a master key, then I bumped it over on the ground..."
"Indeed..." he nudged against it, turned it over and shook it.
"There is something inside it, listen." I placed my ear against it on his request and he shook it again. Indeed, he was right. Yet another box-in-box-box...I smiled a bit at my own humour. He gazed a bit scolding. Oops...
"Allow me..." I take the box, straighten myself and...drop the box. He gazed surprised but I shrugged. And behold...it opened. On the ground falls a red box. Sarek takes it, and opens it. Inside a ring with folded behind it, parchment.
Sarek residence....
"Saavikam? I have the results of the linguists..." I gaze up from my book about Vulcan History around Surak's time, and take the letter.
First time, success. Now my friend of logic, find your inner turmoil, the place is always near, from the greatest family to the smallest clan, science shall be your weapon, the weapon shall be destroyed. The masters teachings were clear, the place he has learned, shall be the place of the third answer.
"Surprisingly easy. He studied at Shir-Kar..." I state proudly. In my other hand I have the book. "Just read it, and I knew it."
"Correct, but he also studied at the school of T'Plana-Hath..." I drop my shoulder. It took me three baths to rid myself of the dirt... to search through 43 caves again...no thank you...
"I know the place of the school, it is a sanctuary now, and again, I know people who will give me access."
"Access to what father?"
I freeze...oh no...
"Greetings Spock, you come unexpected."
"Indeed, our ship is in need of repair."
"I see..." He turns to me.
"Saavikam, I was under the impression that you joined a Vulcan science vessel."
"I did, but a private project was permitted."
"With my father?"
"He offered his aid, and I accepted."
"May I inquire as to what project?" We told him all we knew, and he was most interested. So...during the refitting, he decided to join our small party as well. Most welcoming. Valeris was not present. Silently I hoped she would be most displeased on the rehabilitation planet for Vulcans...
"Then by all means, let us prepare for the journey at hand..." I gaze a bit at him, shrug and prepare. Sarek in the meantime contacts the authorities, yet again, and was given permission for a party of three.
In a mere 2 hours we are standing before a building, carved from the mountain. Before it, an guard. Sarek walks to him, speaks for awhile and the guard opens the gate. We enter. A big building is to be seen. In Vulcan style, about 60 meters high. Impressive. So this is the school of T'Plana-Hath...only for the rich in the ancient times...
"We need to find the weaponry." Spock strolls further, investigating the wall paintings. I bet my career he has never set foot here. Neither did Sarek or me. It seems that Sarek is trying to find a way in. A priestess helps us out.
After explaining the situation, we are permitted to go to the ancient room, which contains the weapons.
"By Surak...this room is enormous..." That...was my reply.. All kind of weapons were on display, like Lirpa's, Daggers, swords, axes...all kinds. Ahn-woons were not forgotten...
"Let us investigate then, Spock, take the left, Saavik, straight forwards and I shall take the right." We nod and split up.
Science shall be your weapon, the weapon shall be destroyed...That is what the riddle said...Hmm, also inner turmoil...well, for me that was the Lirpa. Many woman lost their heads due to one. I see three as I walk past the wall. Three, hmm... inner turmoil, but there cannot be anything in them. They are too thin. And clearly used in battle. So, no secret compartment there...
"Saavikam, Father...I believe I found something." As I gaze at his direction, I see him looking behind a banner. The banner displays a battle scene. Can that be the inner turmoil? War?
As we all gather behind the banner I see an opening. A secret room? I am thrilled. I really am getting the hang of this 'game'.
"Let us commence then, we have but a few hours before we have to depart..."
It has been 12 months after my resignation. I, in my opinion had no other option. Tension was building due to the upcoming war between Romulus and the Federation. How foolish humans can be, prejudice rules their lives. There was no longer any way to make sure I could function
how I should. In any case, now I am on a Vulcan Vessel named T'Vara. Fortunately the Vulcans understood my situation and with the help of Sarek, I now had the position of CSO. Chief Science Officer...My task mainly being on the bridge and conducting standard research. At the moment we are orbiting a small moon, not so far away from Vulcan itself. A landing party will commence shortly.
-Commander, report to transporter room 1.- Ah, my signal. I rise from my console, answered the message and straighten my uniform. Quite different from the ones of StarFleet. Tight, yes, comfortable, yes. It's blue, dark blue. Pips on it reveal my rank and status.
On my heels, yes heels, that was getting used to, I walk out of my small quarter and take a left. I am on the fifth deck, transporter room is on the first. The walls are of a reasonable size. Like StarFleet, grey. Perhaps that will never change. My hair in a loose with a black bandanna, decorated with the IDIC symbol. I saw a young cadet named Soleta warring one. I decided I desired one as well.
The lights are different. Dim light. Not the usual bright white. That was a relief. In small alcoves, relics. Mainly Surak statues , his teachings or other objects like banners and candles are to be seen. And yet. One other big improvement, the temperature. Only Vulcans onboard, so it's standard temperature is well above that of The Enterprise.
I take the Lift and exit. I see Vulcans walking, doing their tasks. I take a right, walk on and turn right again. In the transporter room I see my small group. Three. Not counting myself.
T'Vena, a geologist, Sendak, the Doctor and Vesta. A young intern who desired to have fieldtraining in geology. That was not my speciality. With aid, I put on my coat. In it my equipment. From emergency rations to tricorder. Mentally preparing myself for the beaming. There was air on the moon, so no suit necessary.
As we materialise on the surface I see what I expected. Rocks, sand, and...a cave?
"I shall go to the cave, I advise you to start the investigation of the soil." As I walk towards it, I see my crew efficiently unpacking the materials needed. I enter the two meter entrance and light my flashlight. As expected the sides are rough. And the tunnel itself quite deep. For 5 minutes I walk further. As of yet, no odd things. The air becomes more dense due to lack of oxygen. Nothing uncommon. In a brief moment I observe an object that should not belong here...a...box? Clearly man made. I walk towards it and kneel down. Vulcan syllables are to be read. How peculiar and fascinating.
I touch it, then move it, after I make a holographic image. A keyhole? But, no key. Curiosity peaked I glance around, with my flashlight I cover every tiny crevice but to no avail.
"Not logical, who would place a box this deep in a cave, of a moon?" The box is 30 centimetres by 30 centimetres. I touch the rims and carved pictures. Clearly Vulcan.
I pick it up and begin my walk back to my away party. After we have done our soil checks and other necessary tasks, we return. Box in hand. Quickly I return to the science department where I lock myself in.
"Now then....a box..." Briefly I think back to the Pandora's Box. Many years ago I witnessed many killed by a box invented by Romulans. This however was not the case here. I run some scans, glance at the results and find...nothing. Somehow the box is protected against scans. Most fascinating. I touch every centimetre. Perhaps a secret opening somewhere. Or perhaps a drawer. On Earth I once saw a box like that. Visits to the museum were most enlightening.
After hours of trying to find a solution I rest my head on the table. Specifically on my folded arms. Think....think....No lock, no secret compartment...only syllables and figurines. Vulcan. Focus on the syllables then...I nod to myself and rise.
Syllables. They appear old. So Traditional Gollic Vulcan. I open the database and try to find a match. Spock neglected to teach me that language. Then again, it's only for ritual purposes.
It takes me 5 hours, to figure out only 5 words...Shi'yavekh ken-tor halovau gla-tor Surak. 'Freely' translated as ...address...understand...travel...see...Surak. That is it...sounds almost as an invitation. But merely the outside. I really want to know what is in it.
Surak was the most rapid one I uncovered. Not hard. Every Vulcan knew his name, his 'supposedly' appearance and doctrines. I move my chair back and forth. Illogical to find a box on a moon, in a cave, close to Vulcan, with those words on it...why?
5 days later....
Okay...the box is still closed. But linguists have aided me to figure out the sentence.
Nuh' shi'yavekh eh ken-tor du bolaya nuh halovau nuh gla-tor Surak...
Right...meaning? ...Too see and understand you need to travel, to see Surak. Sounds like an invitation. I like puzzles...emotion, I know. Better said,...I desire puzzles then. I never lost at one as of yet. Got a free hand for this project.
The counsel did not mind. I believe they want to keep me busy until StarFleet settles down again. In their estimation I shall return then, I am the last one to object. Now I am here, in the Science academy with 'my' box...that box becomes an obsession. Carbon dating indicates around 450-500 in the Vulcan timeline. Right in the century Surak lived in. Very interesting ...yet, I can't open it...and THAT...is annoying...
I walk around it, glance at the pictures. A man lecturing on a stone, logical deduction that it is Surak, around him Pupils. History tells me that they are Jarok, whom later shall leave to create the Romulan empire, and a few others. Probably pupils. The next one is one of a desert, Mount Seleya clearly in view, before it a figurine of a tiny male and a vessel of some kind. The last is a closed box with mourning Vulcans.
A coffin. Hmmm....On all pictures one man...all symbolise Surak. The writing, the first image. History tells us that Surak was stranded in the desert when he was bound for a meeting with space pirates. The Vulcans present there, died. The pirates were planning a trap. He lived. So the tiny figure is Surak...in theory.
Sum up, first picture: Surak lecturing, second: Surak stranded in the desert, third: Probably Surak in the coffin? So a small sum up of his life.
I sit down again. The text, the pictures...I needed to get in that box...but do not wish to damage the exterior... a locksmith? No, try to unlock it myself? No, I am skilled in pick pocketing, not breaking and entering... I decide to make a stroll. Humans tell me that it will clear the mind. Perhaps, also, I needed food and stretch my legs.
After an hour of meditating I return to the box. It stares almost mocking. As if he says, 'You shall not open me, not now, not never.' Well, we will see about that. As I turn around to pick up a master key, I accidentally bump into the box, it falls, I cringe, and...huh?
"It's open!!!!!" Almost gleefully I bend down and pick it up. Fortunately, nothing has been damaged. The lid is now easily removed and I glance inside. Inside it, sigh...another box. That one, is not locked. I open it and see a amulet of some kind. A red ruby stone in the middle, with syllables around it.
The metallic necklace is clearly made for a man, far too robust for a woman. On the back 'Surak' is carved. Now then, the words on the amulet...
'Olozhica eh sahrafel kaunshau.' ... 'Logic and trust unify'...hmmm. I place it on the table and turn it around a bit. There is something about that stone...the stone is too large ...too ... large...COMPARTMENT...eagerly I search, prod and feel until I hear a 'click'. The stone drops and reveals a thin withered piece of parchment. Hmmmm? Carefully I open it and a messy kind of old Vulcan writing stares at me. Okay... yet again, linguist needed... I make a copy of the piece of parchment and send it to the linguist department.
It took them 4 days to decipher... would have cost me about three times as long...
'In times gone by, our master was killed by those with anger. Hidden we have his body, in a place unknown. To the seeker of his wisdom, you shall travel far and beyond. Clues you will have to solve with logic alone. Where thoughts arise, and logic rules, you will find the second thought of his legacy.'
"Where thoughts arise, and logic rules..." I think aloud. I hear a 'Ahem'... behind me. As I turn around I see Sarek.
"Greetings Sarek...what brings you here?" I put the note on the table, next to the box, the second smaller box, the necklace and the ruby.
"You have missed our lunch appointment." Guilty as charged.
"My apologies Sarek, I just discovered something very fascinating..." I have to share, want to share, this is a puzzle I really desire to solve...
"Indeed?" I see him walk over in his brown robes and observe the items displayed. "These items you have found in the box?" I nod...
"Yes, I have deciphered two texts now. The first is of the box, the second from the piece of parchment found in the ruby. Interesting story. Please..." I hand him the note, he reads and sinks in thought.
"Fascinating..." That is what I thought... "A place of Logic and thoughts arise..." I glance hopefully at him. "Well, it seems the one who has written this, has a quest for you Saavik-Kam..." Yes...yes...I know...don't keep me in suspense please...
"...If I can be of any help, I am not bound by any mission as of yet." I almost jump for joy, Yes, he will help...
"Suggestions?" He thinks again, with his knowledge we shall make progress, it has to be, I am not renowned for my patience.
"Well, A place of Logic is Gol, a place of thought, the mountains of Gol." I almost slap my head. Off course...Stupiiidddddddddd.....wait a minute.
"Sarek, in the years 450-500, did Gol exist? Or the masters in the mountains?"
"That, I do not know, little is known of that time, T'Plana-Hath had her school in that region, so perhaps we shall find more when we arrive."
We? We? Ah, a puzzle we shall do together. Sarek and I never did something together, now to think of it. I usually did it with Spock.
"That would be most appreciated..." I take the amulet, another copy of the two texts and together we leave the facility.
"Sarek? That region is off-limits." He nods.
"Correct, I shall inform the authorities for permission. Prepare for the journey and pack food and camping equipment." I am almost grounded to the floor. Camping? Ambassador Sarek? This is new. And he was not the youngest either anymore. He must have noticed my thoughtful glare as he stops and speaks.
"I have camped often enough, I know the surroundings, you do not. And it is not La-Mataya season. We shall be quite save." Stunned I gaze at him, alright...how amusing...a young woman, and an elderly man, scurrying about near the temple, due to a piece of parchment and a BOX!!! Well actually two...
3 hours later we are onroute to the mountains. No air-flight permitted so...we walk. Sarek is dressed in his desert outfit. Meaning, trousers, a light shirt and his robe. I am in white, tight clothes, also with a brown robe. Deflects the sun... On a floating card our supplies and a tent.
"We are now at the crossing of both the mountains and the temple. Better make camp here before nightfall." He spoke, so it shall be done. One hour later we are sitting before a small bonfire and enjoying our evening dinner. Nothing was said really. Darkness has settled in 10 minutes earlier.
"Sarek?"
"Yes?"
"Why did you decide to join me?"
"It became apparent to me that you are very eager to find, and solve, the riddle."
"True, but what else?"
"It also was...very lonely in the house. Amanda has passed away one year and three months ago now. A change of surrounding seemed preferable." Ah...me and my questions.
"I see...."
"And, this quest seemed very interesting.." I raise an eyebrow. Really...hehehehe.... Makes two of us.
"This indeed can be most interesting. I have never witnessed something this old in my hands..." I let the amulet role through my fingers and give it to Sarek. He takes it and seemed very interested in the carvings.
"Neither did I. perhaps tomorrow we shall find some answers, let us retire and sleep." He stands up and disappears in the tent. I stay behind for awhile. This... will prove most interesting indeed. After 5 minutes, I too, retire and bid Sarek a restful night. He returns the words. We both fall asleep.
Day one....
"Sarek... I ... Help!?" On a ledge, I am not even breathing...one mistake...a rock that slipped and WHAM...on a tiny ledge...and the canyons...are....deep....very....deep....A rope before my nose and the calming words of the man I see as my ... 'father'.
"Grab it, you are able to heave yourself up...are you wounded?"
"N...no...Tiny ledge...rock slipped..."
"That can happen, take the rope." I do, and indeed found myself out of breath, next to Sarek who gives me water...shish....no wonder these mountains are off-limits. They are dangerous...
Day two...
"Sarek, I told you those were dangerous insects..." I rub his back in with salve.
"Indeed, you did inform me later after I was bitten by that fire-ant..."
"I tried to warn you, you were eager to learn what food they were seeking..."
"Indeed...a species I did not encounter before."
"You did find it, it was 'you' on their menu..." I hide a smirk...he stood right in their nest...oops.... And I thought my mistake yesterday, on the ledge, was very un-thoughtful...shish...
"Thank you for informing me..."
Day three...
"Sarek..."
"Yes..."
"How long does a sandstorm last again?"
"At least 4 hours Saavikam." I shake a bundle of cards.
"Ever heard of an Earth Game called Poker? Usually played by four, but we'll manage." I see him shake his head. "Shall I explain?" He signals me to proceed.
2 hours later...
"You learn too fast Sarek..." He puts down his cards, I lost...again....
"It seems so, what do you have this time then?" I seek through my pockets and find nothing. My briefcase reveals a book.
"Interested in physics of a warp core? Amanda class? I am behind on that subject, that is why I brought it along." He puts a 'I do not care' face on. So I place it on in the middle.
5 hours later...
"Sarek...I only have my clothes...you are not interested in my wardrobe..."
"Still, you have lost the game, you will have to give me some payment. That is how the game works. You explained it rather well." I sigh a little.
"Hmm, okay...ask me anything you wish you to know...knowledge can be very valuable as well..." He nods, and thinks.
"Why did you desire to follow Spock's footsteps?" I am taken aback by that. Are we getting personal? I thought a knowledge question...
"Because he was the only one I could trust back then. I wanted to be close to him. To do that, I had to go to StarFleet. Then Valeris came and I decided to leave him, because he chose her side..."
"Spock never chose 'her' side Saavikam."
"Yes he did, when we were deciding on the grades of the cadets, he defended her when I said she was a bigot. And I assure you, I wonder why she never applied to the Temple..."
"Perhaps...but bigot?"
"She is, ask her then...she will be most pleased to tell you how superior she is."
"Rather not, I think your presence is more preferable." I look surprised.
"Why I am honoured Ambassador..."
"Honour is mine. Another game??"
Day four...
"You have not taken along extra batteries for the flashlights?"
"No Saavikam...I was under the impression that it would not take four days..."
"The riddle indicated it was..."
"Clear observation...a torch then?" We are standing in front of yet another cave. Number 24 to be exact.
"It shall be sufficient." Skilfully I see him make one...of my shirt...which...he won...he won all my belongings actually. And I owe him 200 credits. Hint. Never play poker with Sarek. You shall lose...allot.
We are at the bottom of the Temple of Gol. If seen, we shall be removed. Sarek insisted we investigated. I wonder who is more intrigued by this adventure. He...or me...perhaps both.
We enter it, and almost immediately are treated at allot of dust, spider webbing and Valids. Mole like creatures that can penetrate everything given time. I decide to stay behind Sarek. I do not like spiders...Vulcan spiders are different then Earth spiders. Here they tend to be 15 centimetres big...
"Disliking of Spiders?" Almost bemused he gazes at me. I shrug...
"Kind off...it's mutual I can assure you."
"Indeed? Amanda had the same..."
"I fully understand her thought pattern..."
While walking further Sarek chasing away the spiders we encounter...a corps... an old one. His or Her body was scattered about in a small space. Signs of a fight of some kind is clearly seen.
"Interesting...looking at the weapons it is about the year 300..."
"I never knew you knew something about weapons Sarek..."
"There is allot about me that you do not know..." We walk on, leaving the body be. I am making a mental note that those weapons should be in a museum....
"Perhaps this cave is too old Saavikam..."
"Perhaps, according to the remains we are too far back...we have to be in the year 400..."
"Agreed, let us leave then."
Together we try to find the path again, but can't...we made a wrong turn somewhere.
"What if we retrace our steps and follow our footprints."
"Correct assumption. If we could see them. The torch is no longer functioning." I sigh deep. Camping was something he could do, good preparation for exploring caves? Not.
"I brought along a tricorder, perhaps we can get a reading." I grab it and try to make it work.
"You shall not succeed, these mountains have some sort of radiation emanating. Mechanics do not work. Most pleasing for the meditations of the priest I have heard. The silence helps allot." I slap my head in the dark.
"NOW you tell me? Sarek...that is why the flashlight did not work...the batteries were depleted..." I moaned inside...SAREEEKKKKKKKK.....
"No need to raise you voice."
"There will be spiders in my neck..."
"Perhaps. Most likely indeed."
"Your fault...you should have informed me."
"Even I forget Saavik..."
"It seems so, yes...right assumption."
"No need to emphases that."
After 20 minutes I freeze.
"Sarek..."
"Yes?"
"Is that you touching my back?"
"No, I am holding the walls for my baring." I hold back a scream by placing my hands before my mouth. After a minute I calm myself.
"Whatever it is...REMOVE IT..." I hear scurrying and the touch of a hand, after a moment hear something squeak and a thud.
"It has been removed, whatever it was..." I sigh relieved.
After 4 hours we make it to the exit. It is now dusk.
"That was...most...unpleasant..." I exclaim and walk with head held high.
"Saavikam, you have been assaulted 5 times by creatures unknown...it is quite understandable."
"Very observant...let us go back to camp..."
"Agreed."
Day five....
"Are you certain?"
"Yes Sarek, valids are in the provision chest, and eating our food...."
"Then remove them.."
"They bite..."
"Then use the phaser, you have been with StarFleet, surly you do know how to use them."
"I do, but it will destroy our food in the progress." I kick the chest upside down and kick them away.
"Solved..."
"Most cruel."
"They bite, I kick. Seems very fair to me."
"They are but small."
"With sharp teeth and bad attitudes."
"Valids do not have an attitude. They are wild and fear you."
"Not mutual, I do not fear them, yet I can be wild, so I kick. It works."
"Indeed..."
Day eight...
"If we do not find anything useful today we shall return home, I need a bath..." I was getting fed up with Valids, dust, deserts, caves, and Sarek...
"But we are making progress, we are almost at the centre. The riddle stated: Where thoughts arise, and logic rules..."
"True...so now what, my patience is running at an all time low."
"I have noticed. We shall proceed to that cave." I see him pointing at a cave not far ahead. I grab some water and food (we tend to get lost in caves lately) and grabbed a flashlight. Sarek asked one of his attaché's to bring extra supplies...we no longer were in the vicinity of Gol, different composition now.
"Then let us commence..." Three hours later we gaze at a similar box as I found. Sarek was most pleased.
"I did not know they were that precise with the baring..." I was the one musing this as Sarek gazed at the pictures. Exactly the same. Same measurement, same syllables and pictures.
"Indeed, how did you open it the last time? There is a keyhole." I cleared my throat.
"Well, I was very scientific at first and then...em...I dropped it."
"You dropped it..." I nod.
"Yes, I tried to grab a master key, then I bumped it over on the ground..."
"Indeed..." he nudged against it, turned it over and shook it.
"There is something inside it, listen." I placed my ear against it on his request and he shook it again. Indeed, he was right. Yet another box-in-box-box...I smiled a bit at my own humour. He gazed a bit scolding. Oops...
"Allow me..." I take the box, straighten myself and...drop the box. He gazed surprised but I shrugged. And behold...it opened. On the ground falls a red box. Sarek takes it, and opens it. Inside a ring with folded behind it, parchment.
Sarek residence....
"Saavikam? I have the results of the linguists..." I gaze up from my book about Vulcan History around Surak's time, and take the letter.
First time, success. Now my friend of logic, find your inner turmoil, the place is always near, from the greatest family to the smallest clan, science shall be your weapon, the weapon shall be destroyed. The masters teachings were clear, the place he has learned, shall be the place of the third answer.
"Surprisingly easy. He studied at Shir-Kar..." I state proudly. In my other hand I have the book. "Just read it, and I knew it."
"Correct, but he also studied at the school of T'Plana-Hath..." I drop my shoulder. It took me three baths to rid myself of the dirt... to search through 43 caves again...no thank you...
"I know the place of the school, it is a sanctuary now, and again, I know people who will give me access."
"Access to what father?"
I freeze...oh no...
"Greetings Spock, you come unexpected."
"Indeed, our ship is in need of repair."
"I see..." He turns to me.
"Saavikam, I was under the impression that you joined a Vulcan science vessel."
"I did, but a private project was permitted."
"With my father?"
"He offered his aid, and I accepted."
"May I inquire as to what project?" We told him all we knew, and he was most interested. So...during the refitting, he decided to join our small party as well. Most welcoming. Valeris was not present. Silently I hoped she would be most displeased on the rehabilitation planet for Vulcans...
"Then by all means, let us prepare for the journey at hand..." I gaze a bit at him, shrug and prepare. Sarek in the meantime contacts the authorities, yet again, and was given permission for a party of three.
In a mere 2 hours we are standing before a building, carved from the mountain. Before it, an guard. Sarek walks to him, speaks for awhile and the guard opens the gate. We enter. A big building is to be seen. In Vulcan style, about 60 meters high. Impressive. So this is the school of T'Plana-Hath...only for the rich in the ancient times...
"We need to find the weaponry." Spock strolls further, investigating the wall paintings. I bet my career he has never set foot here. Neither did Sarek or me. It seems that Sarek is trying to find a way in. A priestess helps us out.
After explaining the situation, we are permitted to go to the ancient room, which contains the weapons.
"By Surak...this room is enormous..." That...was my reply.. All kind of weapons were on display, like Lirpa's, Daggers, swords, axes...all kinds. Ahn-woons were not forgotten...
"Let us investigate then, Spock, take the left, Saavik, straight forwards and I shall take the right." We nod and split up.
Science shall be your weapon, the weapon shall be destroyed...That is what the riddle said...Hmm, also inner turmoil...well, for me that was the Lirpa. Many woman lost their heads due to one. I see three as I walk past the wall. Three, hmm... inner turmoil, but there cannot be anything in them. They are too thin. And clearly used in battle. So, no secret compartment there...
"Saavikam, Father...I believe I found something." As I gaze at his direction, I see him looking behind a banner. The banner displays a battle scene. Can that be the inner turmoil? War?
As we all gather behind the banner I see an opening. A secret room? I am thrilled. I really am getting the hang of this 'game'.
"Let us commence then, we have but a few hours before we have to depart..."