Chapter 4
A/N: This story draws on the occupation of Bajor by the Cardassians in DS9.
Sarek woke up dressed and went to the dining room. Spock came out of the kitchen with a platter of vegetables and baked items.
"We have servants for this," Sarek said.
It was a constant battle. Sarek rarely allowed his son to be exposed to humans, not even his mother once he was weened, but his human traits emerged, nonetheless. Spock was an exceptional V'Tosh, and he was at the top of his class, and he excelled in all T'Vulk'ain Science Academy exams. He had been desired as a potential mate by many Vulcan families, but he had little interest in his mate. He barely showed any interest in females at all. At twenty-three, he still had no children. Now he wanted to abandon his commission as an officer in the "T'Vulk'ain Command Fleet. It was a post that many V'Tosh desired. Spock attained it quite easily; he had not missed one question on the exams.
Sarek was frustrated, and it was difficult to mask that morning.
"Father, I have found a teaching position at Starfleet," Spock said.
"Spock, there are Andorians and Tellerites there," Sarek said.
"I am aware. However, I believe I can make a difference." Spock said.
Sarek opened his mouth to ask why, but he knew the answer. Spock had little human attributes other than those piercing eyes like his mother. Yet, all of his interests and tastes were human.
"I will make the arrangements," Sarek said.
"No need, I have an appointment with the commandant," Spock said.
"Much success," Sarek said.
Spock bowed and left.
Sarek was disturbed as Spock walked away. As much as he tried, he could not teach his son to behave like a Vulcan. He grew up on T'Vulk'ain. He attended the best schools and excelled, but Spock seemed ashamed of T'Vulk'ain.
Sarek was grateful for Sybok. He was the consummate V'Tosh. He had subjugated the Aenar of Andoria and implemented an Aenar trafficking business. Sarek could not understand why anyone would want to touch the cold, damp flesh of the Aenar, but they were quite popular. Sybok developed a resort on Andoria and T'Vulk'ain.
Still, despite all of Sybok's accomplishments, Sarek felt a strong connection to his youngest son. He had even declared Spock legitimate, despite Spock's mother's inferior species. Humans were frail compared to V'Tosh. That was what appealed to Sarek. The females were so easily broken in mind, body and spirit. Sarek had gone out of the way to conceal Spock's parentage, even going so far as to have the physician vaporized following the birth, but Spock's eyes could not be hidden. No one on T'Vulk'ain had grey eyes.
Spock met with the commandant and was placed immediately. No one dared deny the son of the governor a post, but Spock's scores and academic record made him an excellent candidate anyway. Spock was taken to the commissary to get his uniform and then he was given his credentials to access his bungalow near the campus. He decided to stay on campus to learn more about humans and the other species at Starfleet. Spock often wondered how such an institution could get off the ground in a quadrant that was dominated by the Vulcan Confederacy.
Spock went to his home. Inside it was small and spartan, but this would give Spock a chance to add his personality and taste to the space. Spock walked over to the table and ran his finger along the edge. It was extremely dusty, and he did not mind cooking, but he disliked housework. Spock decided at that moment he would hire a servant to do it.
Spock headed over to Marche' to pick up a few items. He had a fondness for human dishes but lacked the ingredients to prepare them. So, he walked over to the deli section to order some prepared salads and dishes. On his way out, he saw the boy standing near his vehicle. Spock strolled over to intercept the kid, but he was spotted, and the kid ran away.
Spock watched him run across the street and disappear through the hedges. Spock walked to the edge of the lot to survey the area. There was a ramp that led to a highway and an access tunnel that connected with the main tunnel that ran under the bay. Beyond that, there were housing units. Humans called them apartments. They resembled the detainment centers on T'Vulk'ain. Spock wondered how humans could live that way.
He went back to get in his hovercar when he saw a piece of paper on his windscreen. He picked it up. Books and newspapers had been banned in the twenty-first century by Spock's great-grandfather Solkar. They were used by insurrectionists. Solkar implemented the use of personal access display devices that could be monitored by superior Vulcan technology. The resistance movement was drastically reduced because the leaders were instantly caught and shipped off to mines in the confederacy.
Spock opened the paper. A small blue credit chip fell out. It was a page from a book. The word, sorry was written on it. Spock crouched down and picked up the chip. Then he took out his scanner and scanned it. The chip was worth five credits. The cost of repairing his vehicle was closer to 3000 credits. The vehicle was transported from T'Vulk'ain, and it would have to be shipped back to repair it. Volaris was aware of this, and he was right to be angry, but it meant little to Spock. His father had a fleet of the same vehicles. Spock looked around as he put the chip in his pocket. The next time he visited the marche', he would be ready.
Spock went back home. It was not as luxurious as Sarek's penthouse, but it was his own space. Spock aspired to work as a science officer on a starship one day, but the Starfleet technology was antiquated. The T'Vulk'ain High Command saw to that. And Spock's grandfather, Skon did everything in his power to sabotage human efforts. Spock realized that gaining acceptance would be hard. He was not only Vulcan, but he was also the descendant of the V'Tosh governors who had oppressed humans for two hundred years.
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