Chapter 2 of the Engulfment of Surak.

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Ambassador Sareks POV.

Sarek's ambassadorial robes billowed behind him as he quickly traversed the halls of the newly built high counsel's chambers.

The construction of New Vulcan society had come along quickly 'in true Vulcan fashion' as his Amanda would have said.

Though there were many guards and other workers scurrying around, none of them dared to question the Ambassador in his haste. When Sarek received the call very early this morning he didn't ask any questions, in fact, he didn't even take the time to meditate. Due to this, he was feeling quite eager to see the results of his early call. Behind him, he heard another set of rushing footsteps, when the footsteps caught up to him, he glanced over to see who it was. It was his son Spock's older counterpart.

"Ambassador." Spock greeted with a nod of his head. Sarek nodded curtly back, too focused on their destination to bother with niceties. Neither of them knew what to expect when they rounded the corner to the entrance of the high security clearance lab.

The only sounds that could be heard in the room as they entered were the pumping and beeping of medical equipment, as if every Vulcan in the room was too afraid to breathe, for fear that what was in front of their eyes might just disappear. There was a single dim blue to guide Sarek towards the center of the room. When the faculty noticed him, they parted to allow Sarek to see.

Silence...

Sarek was speechless.

"How can this be? He thought, this defies all logic." But despite it being illogical, Sarek could not deny that what he saw was true. The greatest of all Vulcans who ever lived was before him...

Surak.

Emily's POV

I woke with a start, the feeling of the cold hypospray against my neck. A gruff looking middle aged man wearing a blue medical uniform was standing over me.

I tried to speak but my voice just came out as a croak. The man handed me a glass of water. "Are you in any pain?" The man asked in a southern drawl as I gulped down my water.

"Where is my son? Where am I?" Were the first things out of my mouth. I tried to sit up but the man gently pushed me back down on the bio bed.

"You're aboard the Federation Starship Enterprise. I'm Leonard McCoy, the head physician here. We were able to disrupt the Romulans' attempt to transport you and your baby to the ship. You were one of the fortunate few who actually made it."

"And my baby?" I was almost too afraid to hear the answer.

He smiled what had to be a well practiced reassuring smile, "He's currently in stasis, he's doing fine, When you fell in the transporter room. He slipped out of your arms and received a mild concussion, You also got a concussion, yours was much worse though, You've been out for almost a month, I was starting to think you wouldn't wake up. I would've sent you two to Starfleet medical but they and almost every hospital in this sector have been full since the destruction of Vulcan, plus I didn't think it was a good idea to move you.

"And Earth?"

"We were hangin by the skin of our teeth there for a bit but Earth made it through, did you lose anyone?"

It took a second for my mind to comprehend what the Doctor had said. "Yes, well...at least I think so," I said quietly, thinking of how I couldn't find my mother in the crowd. I sighed while scratching my arm. I looked down to notice that I had made some angry red marks whilst scratching across my porcelain freckled skin. Then I remembered that I had been shot, I gasped and pulled the right side of my shirt where I knew I had been hit. In the place where a deep wound should've been, there was only new pink skin.

"Yeah, they hit your liver pretty bad, I thought you were a goner for sure." The Doctor drawled.

"Ah! Yes, Your son is over here in the incubator, I'll go ahead and wake him now." He said when he noticed me looking intently around the sickbay. A young nurse with blonde hair piled on top of her head came over to me at that point, " Here, Let me help you walk over to see your baby." With that, she took hold of my arm and placed her other hand on my back to steady me. I hobbled over to watch the doctor place another hypo injection on Brayden's neck.

"He's beautiful, I'm Christine Chapel. It's nice to finally get to speak to you after all this time." The Nurse said sweetly.

I just smiled back, nervous and unsure of what to say. I had so many questions. "What's going to happen to us now? Now that I am awake, will they immediately make us leave? Where should I go? What should I do? Did my brother survive on the moon mining colony? Does he know that Brayden and I made it? And Mom? Surely if she lived she would have found out where we were and would have been here when we awoke? I closed my eyes , just briefly in relief, as the Doctor handed me my child. Kissing his little forehead I thought to myself "We will be okay, little one, I promise."

A few days later…

Fully able to get around on my own now, thanks to Doctor McCoy, I took slow and careful steps towards the Transporter room of the Enterprise intending to beam down to the surface of Earth's moon. Thinking back to a couple of days ago when Nurse Chapel had provided me with a PADD to use while Brayden and I stayed aboard Enterprise for a short while longer so that Dr. McCoy could keep an eye on us to make sure our recovery went smoothly.

I picked up the Padd and input the contact info for my brother on the mining colony. His weary face appeared on the screen, it was night there.

Before I even greeted him his eyes brightened.

"Emily!" He cried out," I thought you were dead! The com lines to earth have jammed ever since the attack, And no one could give me any information on your whereabouts. Is mom okay? And Brayden?

I smiled, Relieved that my only other surviving family member was okay. "Brayden and I are doing alright for now. We did get into some trouble there for a bit but we made it. So… You haven't heard anything from mom?"

He was silent for a moment." No, no I haven't heard anything… I was hoping she was with you.

"I lost her in the scuffle to evacuate earth…" No more words were needed. We both acknowledged our loss, silently agreeing that we would mourn privately. "So what now?" I sniffed.

"Well, you know you two are welcome to stay with me, but honestly I don't know if this is a good place for a little kid."

"Yeah, I acknowledged, "you're probably right but what other choice do I have? I don't feel safe going back to earth right now. Besides there's nothing else there for us now that mom is gone."

"Well, I heard that New Vulcan is looking for miners, the Federation is paying a pretty penny to help get them back on their feet. I'm thinking of applying. Maybe you could find work there as well?" He answered.

"Wouldn't the remaining Vulcans have taken all of that type of work already though?" I asked doubtfully.

"Of the 10.000 Vulcans that are living at least half of them were living off-planet at the time of Vulcans destruction. And most of those are scientists, doctors, teachers, and such. So because of that, there are too many professionals and not enough of the working class. Trust me, they need workers."

"Sounds like a plan then," I said, already thinking through what skills I could put down on a resume.

I was brought out of my inner thoughts as I entered the transporter room.

"Good luck to you and your wee one, Lassie." Said the man, standing behind the transporter controls, in a thick Scottish brogue. As I stepped up onto the transporter pad, I smiled at him, holding my now 8 month old son close to me, as my world Dematerialized and then rematerialized around me.

Surak POV

Silence…

At first, this was all that Surak could hear, it was deafening and uncomfortable. After the bright flash of light ended, there was only darkness.

Is this what death is like? Surak thought.

Then suddenly he heard the beeping of machines nearby, then hushed whispers in a language that seemed familiar but still foreign.

Suddenly memories started to fill his mind.

There were faces he didn't recognize… the sounds either. He was dying… What were these creatures doing to him? Just let me die! They were preparing him for something, these faceless creatures. They were certainly not Vulcan...Could they be Aliens? They had to be. Next thing he knows he's being placed in a large coffin-like container, filled with thick liquid. He couldn't breathe! He was fighting to stay awake. But ultimately the battle was lost.

And that was the last thing Surak could recall. Until now.

With his eyes still closed he attempted to take note of his surroundings. If he was correct there was more than one presence near him. He could hear their almost silent breathing. Was he in a medical facility? It certainly smelled sterile. The only way he could ascertain anything more about his surroundings was to open his eyes. He didn't know what would be there, were there hostiles? Could it be the aliens from his earlier memory? Would they be willing to listen to reason?

Slowly he opened his eyes… Surak was astonished by what he saw.

The room was filled with Vulcans of various ages. All clearly professionals. The two tallest Vulcan men in the room, near the center, were dressed ornately. One more so than the other. The man standing next to him was… different. Something seemed off. He certainly appeared Vulcan. But was he? Then the more ornately dressed Vulcan stepped Forward and offered the sign of peace Surak had begun using some years ago. "Dif-tor heh smusma, Amsetri tre, Surak." As the man spoke, Surak noted there were definite similarities in his manner of speaking, but to no avail, Surak could not understand him.

My name is known to him, yet I do not know him. Perhaps he has heard of my writings?

Before he could respond to the man's greeting, suddenly, to the astonishment of Surak, every Vulcan in the room kneeled before him.

"I do not understand, What is the meaning of this?" He said, knowing it was likely that they couldn't understand him.

Ambassador Sarek's POV

For a moment Sarek felt foolish, having given the traditional greeting, all the while knowing that Surak would not understand modern-day Vulcan. He hoped that the Surak would not notice his hand tremble with nervousness. Which would be extremely uncouth of Sarek, since he was a direct descendant of Surak. Though Surak was unaware of this…

Sarek turned to the Doctor in charge.

"Explanation," Sarek said expectantly.

"We have none, Osu, Suraks cryo pod just appeared in a farmer's field. they didn't know what it was. We are fortunate that he didn't attempt to open the pod. Then surely all of New Vulcan would be aware of this discovery."

Sarek was aware of this mostly unspoken concern. If it was found out that Surak was somehow alive. Every living Vulcan would not only desire to encroach upon his time, but also expect Surak to have some answer for all of the destruction that the Vulcans had endured. Sarek knew that Surak would need time to recover and learn Modern Vulcan, learn how to navigate in modern day society. Sarek could not afford his forefather to be accosted. Though Sarek knew all Vulcans would be in deep need of Suraks wisdom, it was only logical that he rest.

"Is there anyone working on a way to communicate?" Sarek inquired.

"We did not believe that we would even be able to revive him, Considering that at first we did not know who he was, when his DNA results came back, we obviously did not trust them. But nonetheless we have confirmed that he is indeed, Surak. We do not know how or why. Therefore no one has even begun to try to communicate seeing as he just now awoke and has only just spoken." Also since most pre-reform relics and documents have been lost on Vulcan, There is very little way to even begin translating." The Doctor replied.

Sarek knew this to be true, only very few pre reform relics had survived from Vulcan out of the few hundred they had originally. A very grave loss.

It was of vital importance now that Surak recovered in full health. The Vulcan people needed the cooling logic of Surak now more than ever.

Obviously Surak was a man of great wisdom, but would he be up to this tremendous task? How would he react to realizing that the Planet which he fought and almost died for no longer existed? Unlike many other religions, the Vulcans did not choose to believe that Surak was a dietity. He was simply a man, A very brilliant man, but still only a man.

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