A to Z – the final blogging frontier…
Captain’s Log: April 1, 2016:
These are the fan fiction voyages of the starship Enterprise (NX-01), the first Warp Five capable Terran craft. As warp engine inventor Zefram Cochrane puts it, we are now able to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to go boldly where no one has gone before.
I’ve authored all of these stories, but I own neither Enterprise or her crew. No monetary profit is gained in their creation. I just want to share these continuing adventures with others who’ll enjoy them. Spoiler alerts will be provided along the way, as well as warnings when the story contains material some may find objectionable.
Timeline in progress….
Today, we’re off to explore the Arachnid Nebula, along with memories, dreams, imagery, and intuition.
Rated PG; spoilers for Season One, Episode 17: “Fusion”.
T’Pol stood at her window, holding her mug of tea without drinking it. Her reflection was marked out against the nebula the humans had named after an animal. She’d refrained from mentioning to Captain Archer that such nomenclature was subjective, and therefore illogical; she’d learned that humans had other priorities than logic.
She ought to meditate. In her white space, she would be free of the emotions that challenged her ability to control them.
T’Pol remained at the window, her candles unlit and her table folded away.
Meditation wouldn’t resolve the causes of these emotions. She would have to deal with Tolaris in the line of duty and otherwise. That was clear in his actions to this point. She had chosen to remain aboard Enterprise, and in proximity to Commander Tucker. If, as Tolaris said, her primal nature was not as dangerous as she had been taught, what did that mean, in regards to the human engineer she had first encountered in a San Francisco restaurant,while chaotic music played?
Tolaris had invaded her space at the drink servitor, his nearness unsettling, almost threatening. His scent disturbed her inexplicably. Commander Tucker was often closer to her than Tolaris had been. Frequently, they worked together in confined spaces, and his scent, human and alien, filled her awareness. It, too was unsettling, for different reasons.
Was there any logic in her preference for the Terran man’s scent, and his nearness? Could rational examination explain her unease at the Vulcan’s?
Commander Tucker might say Tolaris lurked in a manner reminiscent of an arachnid tending its web.
No. The man who wanted to be called Trip would say, “The way that guy hovers over you gives me the heebie-jeebies. Like a damned spider in his web.”
There was no logic in finding comfort in the echoes of his voice in her mind, or in imagining the overly demonstrative and kinetic expressions he would likely employ in conjunction with them. She had witnessed his response to spiders on six occasions; his revulsion for the genus arachnae was evident.
Humans had named this nebula for an organism it only vaguely represented, and which couldn’t exist in space. Logically, there was no value to ascribing name labels that evoked emotional responses, rather than offering scientific quantification. Certainly, it would be no more reasonable to liken Tolaris to a spider, based solely on her own emotional response to his bearing.
T’Pol stood at her window, holding a full mug of cooling mint tea, and watched the swirling cloud envelope her image, then erase it. Tolaris was a spider, and she was in grave danger of becoming entrapped within his web.
The moment of certainty was wholly illogical, as was the sudden shudder that splashed cold tea across her hand and onto her sleeve.
Perhaps he was correct, and she had been more changed on Enterprise than she knew.
If you enjoyed today’s story, and want more, check out the extended version of Arachnid Nebula at fan fiction.net.
And, for a real treat, visit other blogs on the #atozchallenge roster. There is a huge diversity of topics and styles to choose from, and I think that’s something T’Pol would find most agreeable, indeed.