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Disclaimer: All star trek characters ECT, belong
to Paramount. But I
thought I would borrow Pon Farr boy and "play"
with him a while.
This was my very first story that I ever wrote!!! And it was the beginning of the Vorik adventure. Of course I went in a different line with Vorik...but this was a fun one which started it all.
"On screen," the Captain ordered.
Drifting in the darkness of space was a small
shuttle. I looked like
it had sustained heavy damage in a battle.
"Any life signs?' Captain Janeway asked.
"Uncertain," replied Tuvok. "There is considerable radiation leakage that is blocking our sensors"
Chakotay offered, "Perhaps an away team could repair the damage and look for survivors".
"Good idea, Chakotay," the Captain agreed.
Chakotay stood up and turned to the tactile officer.
"Mr.Tuvok, would you mind
assembling an away team?"
"Certainly," replied the tall dark Vulcan. He
tapped his communicator. "Ensign Vorik, please report to Transporter Room
One for an away team mission." Tuvok inclined his head, raised an eyebrow
and looked at Ensign Harry Kim.
"Ensign Kim?" he invited.
Harry flashed his dark eyes and replied,
"Wouldn't miss it!" Always
eager for away missions.
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The away team beamed into a what looked like the
aftermath of a
horrendous battle. Conduits hissed steam, broken
consoles, rubble
everywhere. Protected with radiation suits, the
team fanned out looking
for survivors and a way to stem the radiation
leak.
Ensign Vorik heard something under a fallen support
beam. He bent
closer to investigate.
"Commander Tuvok! I found someone!" He called out, forgetting to keep the excitement out of his voice.
The young Vulcan still had trouble keeping his
emotions under control.
Tuvok had been tutoring him in the techniques
of arhe'mnu, but Vorik still had trouble achieving a balanced state of
emotional
mastery. They both deduced that perhaps Vorik's
childhood on a colony
with other non-Vulcans may have precluded him
from ever mastering his
emotions or attaining logic to the degree to
Tuvok's satisfaction. But
one must continue with the endeavor if c'thia
was ever too be achieved.
What Vorik saw intrigued him. It was a humanoid,
male or female he
couldn't ascertain.
//Curious,// he thought, //how the uncertainty
of not recognizing a
being's gender was a little disconcerting but
fascinating.//
The survivor's purple skin bubbled up with radiation
burns, it's
breathing labored beneath the crushing weight
of the support beam.
"We have to lift the beam!" Vorik declared.
"No!" Tuvok corrected. "We do not as yet
know to what degree the
structure of this vessel has been compromised.
Any attempt to move the
support beam may cause ruptures or more structural
collapse. I suggest
that the transporter lock onto your signal and
beam both of you directly
to sickbay."
Vorik looked directly into Tuvok's eyes.
The radiation suits' face
shields could not obscure the calm and placidity
in Tuvok's face. Vorik,
once again was grateful for this man's ability
to touch him . . .with
logic.
"Aye sir, a most prudent course of action."
With renewed calm in his voice, Vorik tapped his
badge. "Voyager, lock
onto my signal and beam myself and the survivor
directly to sickbay"
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"Lift the patient up onto the table please, Ensign," the Doctor requested.
Vorik was amazed at the size of the alien. What
would have been
impossible for a human was merely a bit difficult
for the Vulcan as he
lifted the alien to the sickbay bed.
"Hmm. . . the chest seems to have been crushed.
. . but no internal
bleeding, fortunately." Running a scanner over
the bubbling skin, the
Doctor commented. "This will take care of those
radiation burns."
Suddenly the doctor noticed Vorik still standing
over the survivor.
"Thank you, Ensign. That will be all."
Vorik looked at the alien one last time. His hand
moved to touch his
badge when the alien's eyes opened and it's head
turned towards him.
"Thank you," it rasped. The alien's dark eyes
rooted him to the spot
momentarily, but he reasserted his Vulcan training,
nodded his head in
acknowledgment and touched his badge.
"Transporter room, please return me to the alien's
ship." He shimmered
out of existence in front of both the doctor
and the alien.
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The Captain passed through the doors of sick bay
as they slid open. She
looked at the doctor and inquired, "How is our
guest?
"Our guest will survive," replied the doctor in
his usual perfunctory
manner. "However, " he added, "this being is
a medical curiosity." The Doctor
guided Captain Janeway to his office, so they
could speak away from the
patient.
"What do you mean by curiosity?" The captain inquired crossing her arms.
"Well, the Hermats of the Beta quadrant, are the
only hermaphroditic
species Starfleet has ever encountered.
This being seems to possess a
similar type of gender blending. She..he...it...what
have
you, may also be telepathic. While scanning
for brain damage, I noticed
that the kalicephalon was enlarged. That
neurophysiological trait is usually a hallmark of telepathic species."
He waited to see how the Captain would react to this revelation.
With her arms still crossed, she slowly walked
out of the doctor's
office. She cautiously walked towards the
biobed. The alien was so
tall that the feet were practically hanging off
the edge. The Captain
stood next to the alien and looked down into
the purple face. She
wondered what had happened to this creature?
What had happened to that
shuttle? Then she felt a tickle, almost
a scratching at the center of
her mind. The Captain took a step
back from the bed.
"Can you wake our guest? I'd like
to know what happened to her..him.. it?" Her subtle flick of the wrist,
when going through the
pronoun litany, suggested her mild exasperation.
The Doctor offered, "Perhaps we could use Hermat
forms. I believe the
correct terminology would be Hir or S/he.
These are the official forms
The Hermats have adopted and sanctioned in their
language councils."
"Language Councils?" The Captain mused on that fact.
"Why not?" The Doctor countered. "The French of Earth have them."
The Captain gave a wry smile. "Let's have a talk
with our guest."
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Varen awoke with a start. Hovering above hir
were two alien faces.
"Don't be afraid." the bald one reassured with
a smile. "We've healed
your injuries." He must have noticed the growing
panic in hir eyes,
because he quickly added, "You are among friends."
"Am I a prisoner?" s/he asked.
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"And this is our engine room, Varen Elias!"
The captain gestured
proudly and expansively to her tour guest as
they passed through the
sliding doors. The alien, now fully
recovered from hir injuries,
graciously and eagerly followed the Captain through
this extensive tour of
the ship.
Everyone turned and was taken back by the sheer
presence of
the alien. S/he was not only extremely tall and
muscular but possessed an
aura that drew one to hir whether you were male
or female.
Varen Elias looked down at her with alien almond shaped dark purple eyes. And when s/he spoke, hir voice was smooth, sultry and resounded with confidence.
"I wish to thank you, Captain, for your most gracious
hospitality. This ship is
magnificent and beautiful. Just like her captain"
"Thank you, but the entire crew makes this ship
magnificent, "the
Captain patted hir arm gently and smiled.
Varen Elias strode towards the warp core and felt
a familiar
presence. S/he turned towards the individual
manning the station.
"I know you," s/he purred.
Ensign Vorik straightened up, at hearing hir voice
so close to him. He
glanced sideways and up at Varen.
"You were the little one who rescued me from my ship. Please allow me to demonstrate my gratitude in a proper fashion."
And before Vorik could move or say a word, Varen
Elias grabbed him gently by the ears, bent down
and kissed him full on
the mouth. It was just a quick kiss, but for
Vorik it seemed to last a
pleasant eternity. His knees began to buckle
and he knew that in a
another moment he would fall into hir.
And as soon as it started, it was over. Varen moved hir mouth away from his. Vorik swallowed hard, blinked his eyes and took a breath. S/he was so close to him that he detected hir heady scent.
"Thank you, for saving my life. I am at your command," s/he whispered.
The purple skinned alien gave him a small smile, straightened up and strode past him. Hir long flowing robe brushed against him as a last titillating pleasure, leaving a stunned and confused Vulcan in hir wake.
Lieutenant Torres ambled up to him, her arms crossed, feigning irritated disappointment.
"Fix your hair and wipe your mouth. You're a disgrace, Ensign ", she smirked.
Everyone else snickered then turned back to their
stations. Vorik breathed in deeply and let out a quick sigh. . He smoothed
his hair back down to its customary meticulous Vulcan fashion. He licked
his lips savoring the taste of his first kiss. He still wondered though.
Was that a male or female? And
suddenly, he felt an overwhelming desire to solve
that mystery for
himself.
