Chapter Seventeen
The Desert Saga
Every female candidate had responded to the invitation to meet at the Vulcan Embassy.
This meeeting was being held to give these females insight into the life of a Vulcan's
bondmate and Vulcan males physicality.
Ta'Paal would take care of the children after each family was introduced. The women all
wore Vulcan robes to visually demonstrate their immersion into The Vulcan Way, their
acceptance of their role as d'Vel'nahr, Vulcan by choice.
There was a buzz of conversation that stopped abruptly as the wives entered. Nyota
acted as moderator. Standing before the group she said,
"My name is S'chn T'gai Nyota, my home was originally USA in its territory of Kenya
and I am a graduate of Star Fleet Academy where I majored in Xenoliquestics, the study of non-Terran
languages. I am the wife of Xtmprsqzntwfb S'chn T'gai Spock, the son of
Vulcan Ambassador Sarek. I want you to meet my husband, Spock and our
sons Xon and Kov.
Spock entered carrying his sons dressed in their Vulcan robes and "Ahhs," erupted. He
placed them on the floor in front of him and he nodded. They immediately took the
stance readily identified as the relaxed military stand. His approval was a nod. They were truly beautiful and that
was not just Nyota's view of their young sons. Nyota then also nodded and directed her brilliant smile to her
family and the audience applauded and she said,
"My husband just informed me that our sons need personal attention, the kind he can provide. Nyota kissed the
tops of their sons' heads and Spock simply said,
"Welcome Ladies" and left the scene.
Next, Rachel called out for Sirin who entered with their son Jason. She was nine months pregnant with another
son. She stood in profile so that her stomach was obvious. Laughing she said,
"The Terran expression is 'I have a bun in the oven'. So yes, with all the new
technology Vulcan/Terran pregnancies are viable with survival rates on par with
Terran/Terran conception, gestation and birth. The difference being the baby is carried
for thirteen months."
Demonstrative as ever, Sirin came forth kissed her then kissed his palm which he
planted on her stomach. Sirin nodded at the audience.
Rachel continued,
"Just a point of interest, my husband is Spock's first cousin and our sons have the
nickname, 'The Three Muskateers'." I am not sure how this forth male will fit in. These
boys are extremely gifted, already speak their father's language and several Terran
languages. They have tested out of the school system and are presently being
educated using a curriculum we parents created."
Christine now sent Lo'vaak a message that simply said,
"You are on."
With the receipt of said message he came forward holding NyTu whose golden curls bounced.
Christine then introduced him as her husband, Lo'vaak and said,
"My husband has an unusual heritage, his father is Vulcan and his mother Betazoid…talk about opposites
attracting.
Now, if you thought Vulcans could get to the point with the force of a punch to the belly, my husband's species
combination explains his very forthright, very abrupt manner. So ladies, please take that information on
advisement as he addresses you."
Lo'vaak started,
"You ladies are poised at the brink of making a decision that all the wives you met have already made. Every one
of us Non-Terran husbands have felt the wisest, most rewarding, satisfying, life fulfilling, decision we have made
was to ask our Terran wives to bond with us. Our request was made due to an emotional, yes I said emotional
attachment that had been created between our bondmates and ourselves. The decision you all must make is, are
you willing to develop this kind of relationship over a shorter period of time than we experienced. The males you
will meet and hopefully approve of, are widows whose entire families were wiped out during Vulcan's
destruction,The Va Pak' The Immeasurable Loss'."
I do not wish my next statement to sway you but it is this, that once a Vulcan male is bonded, or married they
cannot survive without a wife and hopefully they produce children. This I say in a most literal sense. Over two
hundred of them chose ish if shantau mene, self murder, which is a conscious decision to terminate ones' life.
There is no blood shed, just a mental directive that causes their heart to stop beating. It is only through our
intervention that the males that have received your biographical information, these Survivor, have done just that,
survived two tragedies, one on Vulcan, the other with the loss of their fellowmen here on Terra.
Listen carefully, perhaps you will be swayed by emotion, or prodded by logic either way we all wish you, Dif-toheh
smusma which translates into our Vulcan greeting, Live Long and Prosper. I am sorry that Sirin and I am not
able to stay the entire length of this meeting, we will join you for second meal but then we have pending patients visits at the hospital. We males are hoping that you will find this meeting informative."
The two smiled and waved and then left the stage.
Rachel then interjected the thought,
"My husband and I hold our jobs in common, we are both doctors. His job is far more
challenging than mine. He is an orthopedic surgeon and a Vulcan healer, while I am a general practisioner at Star
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When Bettie made her appearance on stage there was thunderous applause. She
silenced the group with her usual address,
"Chickadees, I am so glad to see you all." So that we all start out alike, allow me to
present to you my Betazoid husband, Azid Bri ltizoua Drevi."
Dressed casually, he came to Bettie's side and placed his hand around her waist and
said,
"You all have no idea how hard it was for me to win the title of husband. I am so glad
that now we are on the same team."
The audience laughed.
Bettie continued,
We are not a dating service, nor are we a meet and greet group. We are not marriage
brokers. We are a lifesaving service. For that reason we do not wish to waste time. We
do not desire uncertainty. We do not approve of the faint-hearted. If you find yourself in
any of the above mind-sets, we will say thank you and we will not think the less of you if
you leave. We will understand that you are not ready for such a life altering course of
action.
No one stirred.
As Bettie's eyes roamed her audience, their lighted on the face that had housed the
most intriguing eyes she had ever seen. She would approach her immediately after the
first session and ask to speak to her. Perhaps the others would allow her to interview
this latest candidate.
Nyota again approached the podium and stated,
"The Vulcan Embassy has kindly volunteered the services of its kitchen staff and a
vegetarian buffet will be served in the large room to our rights as you exit the door.
Under normal circumstances, under this roof all meals are taken in absolute silence.
The Vulcan Way is one of focus, and efficiency under all circumstances. I wish to
request that we respect this custom.
When the woman entered the room Sarek was present and before the meal he
introduced himself,
"I am Sarek. I welcome you to this place of peace."
All the males had stood with the approach of their wives. T'Paal had already seated the
children and brought servicing dishes to their small table. The wives seated themselves
and the husbands pushed their seats in and then 'The Rite of Service' began. Each
husband first helped their wives plate and then went to the children's table to do
likewise for their offspring.
As the oldest female present, and thus deserving of honor, Sarek helped T'Paal's plate. Once the wives and
children had taken a few bites, the males then helped their own plates and settled down to eat.
Bettie had finished and found her way over to the female that needed to be interviewed. The female nodded and
they both left the dining room.
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