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Chapter Two: Survival
Spock was brought back to consciousness unceremoniously. He stared in front of him to see that the computer was rapidly blinking. Spock was able to school is human like features, even when he found himself to be alone. In his culture, it was considered sub-Vulcan (Vulcan being the name of his species) to allow emotions to control your life. Balance is the ultimate goal. He was appreciative because he felt slightly nauseous after he saw that he had been in a comatose state for thirty years.
Thirty years was actually a relatively short time to be frozen. His immediate family would more than likely be alive as long as nothing external had happened. If anything, Spock should be relieved. Yet, he felt a tinge of discomfort.
Spock's surroundings were becoming more apparent, and he could feel the heavy stiffness of his body slowly sink in. Despite being unconscious for such a long time, he felt like his energy was drained. Most likely due to the inactivity he had recently experienced.
The readings in front of him changed to inform him that he was on a planet that was habituated by another sentient being. The planet Earth, species progression on a level of 18. Which was quite high. The Vulcan species of Spock's homeland were only a level 20.
Spock realized that his pod must have drifted far enough to get caught in a gravitational pull. Instead of orbiting the planet. He had been sent crashing into its surface.
Judging by the collected data, the species was rapidly progressing, and he surmised that his pod must have been discovered otherwise he would still be unconscious. This could be a problem. His pod was made to preserve him for as long as needed for him to be rescued.
But he would rapidly die if he were to be exposed to the elements. A level 18 was on the cusp of development, so he surmised that he may be able to collect enough supplies in order to be able to be re-"frozen."
The door was removed from above him, and he was left staring at the early stage of a sentient embodiment. Unfortunately from what Spock had learned, the species was too young to grasp the idea that it wasn't the center of the universe.
What surprised him was that the species looked very closely related to him. He could even go as far as to acknowledge the beauty of an exotic creature. The sentient being in front of him was almost undeniably female. He could smell her pheromones wafting around him, and he assumed that he was in her nesting grounds.
Spock was unfamiliar with the facial expressions that the female was giving him. He mentally cursed, he should have studied the biology and habits of aliens in case such a situation would require him to interact with such things. His own species did not facially emote with ease.
The female was several pigments of dark brown and red. Spock watched as she started talking in her language and looking distressed. He hoped that their similarities would help aid him in learning their language. Especially if he didn't want to be slaughtered. He assumed that she would be smart enough not to see him as a deity. Although it would have made his life easier if she did.
Despite the protest of his muscles, Spock did the best that he could to sit up. His suite was made to help regulate his body temperature. He was surprised by how heavy the air was polluted with carbon. But the capsule wouldn't have opened if he were unable to survive the conditions. Spock took this as a good sign of progress.
He reached in and grabbed some injections that he needed to take, along with slowly disconnecting the various wires and tubes that were connected to his body. Oxygen flowed into his lungs from a mask. It was there to aid him when he was taken out of comatose.
The noise fluctuations that were coming from the female only grew as he injected himself with various stabilizing chemicals. He assumed that she was becoming upset. It was certainly a foreign concept to him.
Spock also had a supply of nutrition to keep his body running at the appropriate rate for his species. But he knew that it would be depleted within a week. He felt the adrenaline course through his body as it wanted to prepare him for his upcoming survival week.
He looked up at the female, and she quickly grew quiet. Spock realized that he needed to ensure that she wouldn't be alarmed by him. He attempted to reach out a hand towards her. He went slowly as not to startle female stared at his hand, but she seemed hesitant.
Luckily the indecision was short lived as she reached out her own hand and touched his. It was a brief meeting of flesh. But Spock remained still. The female returned her limb to her side. She still seemed to be making noises that indicate distress.
Spock knew he had to tread carefully. This species relies on numbers to remain safe. The female could feel like she's in danger and alert others of her distress. Setting off the entire population to eradicate the threat. Spock dazed off as he imagined a colony of humans disposing of him. He wondered if they would dissect his body. He certainly hoped they would. But he wasn't in that situation, so musing over it wouldn't do him any good.
Spock was incredibly tired. He sat down and patiently waited for the female to realize that he wasn't a threat. He allowed her to examine him and the escape pod.
Her dark eyes lit up with curiosity, and she seemed unnecessarily interested in his eyebrows. Eventually, the female felt safe enough to venture closer to him. He tried to encourage her exploration by not appearing aggressive. Spock figured that his normal poise was unaggressive.
The female kept trying to communicate with Spock, but he was entirely unfamiliar with her language and sounds. He wasn't sure about how she would react to his voice, so he remained quiet.
Eventually, the female seemed to settle down enough for him to get up and retrieve his supply pack. In it, he had his transmitter device. He hoped that he would be able to at least somewhat be able to translate her noises. The female stared at him intensely as he pulled out his device. He tried to gesture for the female to come closer. She did very slowly. Spock proceeded to hold out the device to her mouth. She made a noise, and he slowly pulled it back to calibrate it.
Eventually, the definition formed.
"What is this?" The device read back to him. He stared curiously, not quite sure what the sequence meant. He slowly pieced together that the female didn't know what the device is. As he contemplated, she let out several more vocalizations.
"Translation computer" The device rang out. Spock hoped that it was the correct answer. Since he had to guess with the options available for a reply.
The female quickly vocalized her excitement. Spock couldn't help but stare at her lips as they quickly moved. He felt pleased.