[ Spock enjoyed new worlds, found great stimulation in studying every possible nuance of a planet, and even a new civilization and culture. At his heart, he was a scientist and always had been, and his decision when applying to Starfleet had not been simply to ensure he had a second option.
Corenistun II had sparked interest, but now, after experiencing the world firsthand and hearing even a few stories about these colonies, these little pockets of life that were curiosities themselves, left him mistrusting of the situation. He knows politicians, for he was raised by a diplomat and surrounded all his life by a people who made it a point to withhold information from the galaxy, and he could see subterfuge going on display all afternoon. They spoke pleasant words, with appropriate gravitas, and displayed no lack of concern. But their promises held little weight, especially when it had taken so long for help to arrive and terror was still running supreme in some areas.
Were this distant worlds, Spock might have understood why help was so long in arriving, why distress calls went unheeded - if there were distress calls. But these are colonies, where distance is measured in kilometers and not light years, and with sufficient technology, which the world is clearly capable of, communication should have been nearly instantaneous.
It was an unsettling thought, one he kept circling as he mentally reviewed the day and the situation, and compiled his report to put into written form later.
He noticed when the captain ventured out onto the balcony, and as the last of the planetary delegates took their leave, decided to join the other man. It had not escaped his notice that Jim had pushed a little harder, demanded answers in a voice that was charming but contained more steel than he usually brought out on planetary missions.
He waited a moment to respond, formulating his words with more than usual - though they were alone in the room, he did not trust the people of the planet. ]
I have many thoughts, Captain, though most of them are unessential and will be eased by the detailed report we have been promised.
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Corenistun II had sparked interest, but now, after experiencing the world firsthand and hearing even a few stories about these colonies, these little pockets of life that were curiosities themselves, left him mistrusting of the situation. He knows politicians, for he was raised by a diplomat and surrounded all his life by a people who made it a point to withhold information from the galaxy, and he could see subterfuge going on display all afternoon. They spoke pleasant words, with appropriate gravitas, and displayed no lack of concern. But their promises held little weight, especially when it had taken so long for help to arrive and terror was still running supreme in some areas.
Were this distant worlds, Spock might have understood why help was so long in arriving, why distress calls went unheeded - if there were distress calls. But these are colonies, where distance is measured in kilometers and not light years, and with sufficient technology, which the world is clearly capable of, communication should have been nearly instantaneous.
It was an unsettling thought, one he kept circling as he mentally reviewed the day and the situation, and compiled his report to put into written form later.
He noticed when the captain ventured out onto the balcony, and as the last of the planetary delegates took their leave, decided to join the other man. It had not escaped his notice that Jim had pushed a little harder, demanded answers in a voice that was charming but contained more steel than he usually brought out on planetary missions.
He waited a moment to respond, formulating his words with more than usual - though they were alone in the room, he did not trust the people of the planet. ]
I have many thoughts, Captain, though most of them are unessential and will be eased by the detailed report we have been promised.