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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW: vre'kasht t' T'Kasi (TOS; S/Am,Sp,K; PG-13 2/?)
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Title: vre'kasht t' T'Kasi (Outcast of Vulcan)

Author: Bert Aka T'Vera
Email: tverachasarek @ buckeye-express . com

Website: htttp://mystories.landsofthedragon.com
<htttp://mystories.landsofthedragon.com/> 
Series: TOS
Pairing: Sa/Am,Sp,K
Rating: PG-13

Summary: This story takes place on Vulcan and involves a cadet Spock and a




Sarek looked at the group of Cadets; each of them held their own traits, he
was sure. Over the course of the next fourteen days he would have to way
their individual strengths and weaknesses. 



Cadet Stephens had already demonstrated the ability to, as Amanda might say,
'talk trash'. A trait Sarek thought could be useful. One of the lessons of
desert survival was also, maintaining the surrounding as they were found.
This was not limited to just the tools used, but the bi-product of any thing
consumed. Cadet Stephens would make a perfect 'sanitation engineer'. 



Another cadet had formal training in astrogeology-the study of geology as it
related to various planets. This no doubt would prove useful when scaling
the cliffs of the Go'an mountain range that lay in the heart of the Go'an
desert. 



Yet another was a botanist. Sarek would turn all his students into make
shift vegetarians, so the cadet's knowledge of plant life would come in
handy. Many plants on Vulcan were either poisonous to eat or simply
poisonous to the touch. There were also a few like the im'roi kahm spa'ra
kastik (walking flesh eater plant) or d'mallu vine that thrived on the
carcasses of what ever it could catch in its tentacles. It was the only
Vulcan life form that was known to be able to naturally defeat an adult
lematya.



Two cadets were studying engineering; they would be the ones to erect
suitable dwellings to stay out of the hot Vulcan sun. 



An additional cadet was studying to be a navigator. He would be in charge of
charting their journey. 



Where as, one cadet was in medicine; he would be of great benefit in the
event a medic would be needed. In Go'an one must always be ready for the
unexpected. So a medic was most definitely a highly logic choice. 



There was even a communications specialist in the group. This cadet would be
perfect for any information relays. 



Another cadet was training to not only locate water but to also make it
suitable for consumption. With yet another cadet skilled in the culinary
arts, Sarek doubted they would have need for fancy dishes but the boy could
make some of the desert plant palatable to humans.



The final two cadets, Kirk and Spock would be assigned security detail and
command, respectively. Sarek's reasoning for Kirk's position was quite
logical. Kirk wanted to command; before he could learn the tact of command,
he first had to learn the value of order. Security was a very important part
of order, making it in Sarek's opinion a logical solution.



Spock on the other hand, Sarek would like to be able to say his reasons
where logical, but he was even unclear the logic of his choice. He would
have Spock lead for two reasons: one, he wanted his son to see he was ill
suited for Starfleet and two, he hoped it would allow his son to teach Cadet
Stephens a lesson in IDIC. 



One by one Sarek informed the cadets of the duties he planned out for them.
As he expected Cadet Stephens protested his placement as 'sanitation
engineer'. 



"That is bull shit." The cadet said in a storming tone. "Why do I have to
clean up the shithouse? I am studying planetary ecology."



"Cadet in this instance the 'shithouse' as you call it is MY desert.
Consider your own planet's ecological history, chemicals polluted your air
supply and depleted the ozone layer to a level cancer ran ramped. It was not
until the late twenty-first century that the issues were completely resolved
and eradicated. Chemicals make up both bowel and urinary byproducts. Some of
those byproducts have properties that could damage the native ecology. It is
your job, as it could be in a real mission, to find ways to protect the
native ecology."



The boy considered Sarek, "my apologies," he lowered his eyes humbled by
Sarek's lesson. 



Sarek could have explained it was not necessary to apologize but Starfleet
was also about following orders and not questioning them. "See it does not
happen again. Questioning orders in the desert could mean the difference
between life and death.  



Spock was the next to open his mouth, but was unclear how to address Sarek.
He knew if the others knew Sarek was his father he would never be able to
lead them. 



Sarek noticed the confusion on Spock's face. His ability to hide it had not
yet advanced enough for Sarek not to notice. Instead of addressing Spock
alone he addressed the group, "Cadets, since we will be spending a great
deal of time in the desert, I would prefer you call me as I addressed myself
to you, Sarek." He knew that would be hard for Spock, but it would also
provide Spock the chance chose how he would see Sarek, as a teacher, father,
or hopefully both.



Spock nodded and said no more as he awaited the transport in silence with
the rest of the boys.



~-~



The time it took to leave the space station and return to Sarek's estate was
full of silence. Neither father nor son spoke, like wise each cadet
contemplated his own duties and how they would benefit by his training. 



Spock paused a moment before he stepped off the land shuttle. This was his
home, or had been before he declared himself vre'kasht, inside would be his
mother. He sighed as he thought about the pain his distance had caused her.
Before he had a chance to step off the shuttle into the clear view he
watched Amanda move out of the house. He found it impossible not to let out
a gasp as he saw her. 



"Sarek, you have returned," she said with a warm smile, "and you have
brought the cadets. Boys, I have prepared food for each of.." She paused as
she looked at the cadet still standing in the shadows of the shuttle. Her
eyes clearly made out the well defined tips of the ears. Her smile
brightened as she continues her speech, "you. For some of you it may be your
first taste of Vulcan food. If you are not aware, Vulcan's do not eat meat
so you will find none in our home. Also Vulcan spices are more potent then
Earth's so you may find your mouths on fire. Do not drink sodas, rather
drink lematya milk; it has properties that numb the taste buds enough to
ease the pain.and it will be painful, until you adjust." 



Spock moved off the shuttle and into his mother's clear view. He was unsure
how he wanted to handle the fact he was in his parent's home. No one knew he
was the son of Ambassador Sarek. They only knew he was a human/Vulcan
hybrid.



He at least had the knowledge his mother would not embarrass him. She may
treat him differently then the other cadets but neither she nor Sarek would
state he was their son unless Spock wished it. Vulcans held privacy in high
regard. 



Finally he addressed Amanda formally and raised the traditional Vulcan
solute, "I am most honored to be in your home." 



"The honor is ours I assure you," she said sweetly.



"Cadets your first lesson will be Vulcan etiquette; how to present
yourselves for meal. Cadet Spock, please see they each understand correct
mannerisms as it pertains to dining." He turned to his wife, "While the
cadets prepare for their lesson allow me to assist you." Sarek moved towards
the house, "I will expect that you do not enter my home until you each know
the correct way to do so."



"Aye S..arek," Spock couldn't help but to fell wrong about calling the man
who gave him his life by his name. 



TBC



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