FATHERS AND SONS
By T'Lina
Sarek, who at the age of eight Vulcan years was now
officially an adult, peered at the blackness of space outside his window and
squirmed restlessly in his seat. He had
completed all his school assignments and read the three hundred pages of Vulcan
philosophy his father, Skon, had instructed him to complete before the end of
their voyage to Earth to visit Grandfather.
He had read the volumes of Earth history and completed the English and
Federation Standard language lessons provided to him by his teacher,
Solket. He had nothing left to do but
wait impatiently to view the swirling blue planet in the windows of the Vulcan
passenger vessel T’Kuht as they drew
closer to their destination.
Sarek’s grandfather, Solkar, had recently been named the new
Vulcan ambassador to Earth, and Skon and Sarek were traveling to Earth to
attend the reception celebrating the transfer of ambassadorial duties from
Soval to Solkar. It was rumored in the
diplomatic community in San Francisco that Soval had recommended Solkar for the
position because Solkar appeared to have a natural affinity for humans and had
been well received in the diplomatic community.
Skon observed his son wriggling in his seat once again and
sighed. The boy was an excellent student
and had only last year completed his kahs-wan with highest honors, but he
continued to lag behind other boys his age in the mental disciplines all Vulcan
children were required to perfect. His
son’s mental shields still slipped at inappropriate times, and on occasion he
openly displayed emotions he should long ago have learned to master. Skon leaned over to speak softly to the
child. “My son, you will cease this
purposeless movement and maintain proper decorum.”
The boy’s face fell.
Lowering his head respectfully, he replied, “Yes, Father.”
As their vessel drew closer to its destination, Earth
appeared in the windows, a blue-green orb floating in the blackness of space.
Skon lightly touched his son’s shoulder.
“Observe our destination, my son.
We should be in orbit around Earth in 7.678 minutes, Earth time.”
Sarek raised his head and gazed intently out the window at
the planet his grandfather had told him so much about. He was fascinated by the varied blue, green,
brown, and white hues of Earth, so different from the subdued red, brown, and
tan hues of their home planet.
When T’Kuht had
established orbit around Earth, Skon and Sarek joined other passengers boarding
a shuttle for the final leg of their journey.
Sarek watched out his window as details of the planet’s surface began to
appear, first the bay and towers of San Francisco, and then the approaching
landing deck of the Vulcan embassy.
After the shuttle landed and they had cleared Federation immigration and
customs formalities, Skon and Sarek were greeted by one of Solkar’s aides and
conducted to his office.
When they entered his office, Solkar was standing at the
expansive windows behind his desk, hands folded behind him, gazing out at the
gleaming towers of San Francisco and the gray-green waters of the bay.
“Greetings, Father,” Skon spoke softly.
Solkar turned to greet his son and grandson, extending
crossed hands in the traditional Vulcan gesture of greeting between family
members. “Welcome to Earth, my son. How was your journey? And how are T’Lara and young Silek?”
“Our journey was satisfactory,” Skon replied as he crossed
to where Solkar stood and touched his hands lightly to his father’s. “T’Lara and Silek are quite well. She regrets she was unable to accompany us,
but we agreed that, at one year old, Silek was not old enough to undertake the
voyage to Earth.”
Skon nodded. “Quite logical.” He
then shifted his attention to his grandson.
“Greetings, Sarek.” Sarek had
been standing behind his father waiting politely to be acknowledged. “Greetings, Grandfather. It is agreeable to see you again.”
Solkar once again extended crossed hands as Sarek walked
over to his grandfather to touch his hands.
Solkar let his hands linger a moment as he gauged his grandson’s mental
state. The boy appeared unusually
subdued. Normally Sarek would be gazing
about, commenting about everything he observed around him and peppering his
grandfather with questions. Skon has
been chastising the boy again, Solkar thought to himself. He would not interfere in how Skon chose to
raise his grandson, but he sometimes thought his son was unnecessarily hard on
the boy. Perhaps I think this, he
reflected to himself with wry amusement, because Sarek reminds me of myself at
that age.
“T’Venn,” Solkar said addressing the aide who had conducted
Skon and Sarek to his office, “please take my son and grandson to their
quarters so they may unpack and rest.”
Turning to address Skon and Sarek, he said, “We will dine together in my
private quarters in 2.563 hours if that is agreeable?”
“That is acceptable,” Skon responded. T’Venn gestured them out of the office and
conducted them to their quarters. When
they had unpacked their travel cases and stowed their belongings neatly in the
storage spaces provided, T’Venn reappeared and offered to give them a tour of
the embassy. Skon declined, indicating
that he wished to rest and meditate, but Sarek eagerly accepted her offer.
As T’Venn showed the boy around the spacious rooms of the embassy,
Sarek began to regain his usual lively demeanor, asking questions about the
purpose of the rooms, the functioning of the embassy, and most especially,
questions about humans: were they often present in the embassy; were they as
openly emotional as he had been taught in his Terran studies class; did they
truly consume the flesh of dead animals; was it difficult to be around such
emotional beings. On and on the
questions went.
T’Venn answered his questions patiently to the best of her
ability. Perhaps this little one will grow up to follow in his grandfather’s
footsteps one day, she thought to herself as the boy strolled down the hallway
beside her observing with interest everything they passed. He is as fascinated by humans as Solkar
himself.
When they approached the door of Solkar’s office, T’Venn
paused. “Would you like to visit your
grandfather for a moment?” she asked Sarek.
Sarek’s eyes widened with pleasure. “Yes, please.” And then, remembering Skon’s instructions
regarding his public behavior, he squared his shoulders and nodded gravely,
folding his hands behind him. “That
would be acceptable.”
The corners of T’Venn’s mouth twitched slightly. “Your grandfather is expecting you. Enter.”
When the door to Solkar’s office closed behind him, Sarek
saw his grandfather seated at his desk reading a data padd. “Grandfather?”
Solkar raised his head and waved the boy closer, patting a
chair across from him. “Enter,
child. Come sit here near me.”
Sarek crossed the room and climbed up into the chair
indicated by his grandfather. Solkar
turned his chair to face his grandson.
“So, my grandson, what do you think of Earth so far?”
Sarek’s eyes lit with enthusiasm. “Fascinating, Grandfather. I look forward to seeing San Francisco and
meeting humans. Will there be many
humans at the reception? Will I be able
to meet human children my age? When can
we try some Earth food, non-animal flesh of course? And would it be possible for me to visit an
Earth classroom to observe children my age being taught?”
Solkar’s eyes crinkled at the corners. This is my grandson as I have always known and
cherished him, he thought, not the subdued child I greeted an hour ago.
“Patience, child. We shall try to provide you with as many of
these experiences as possible given my schedule and the time available while
you and your father are here on Earth.
But for now, there is something I wish to discuss with you.” He paused, trying to decide how to phrase
what he wished to say. “Your father
tells me that your academic record is quite satisfactory and that you completed
your kahs-wan with highest honors.”
“Yes, Grandfather.”
“He also tells me that you are still struggling with perfecting
the mental disciplines and that you occasionally display your emotions in an
inappropriate manner.”
Sarek lowered his head and nodded. “Yes, Grandfather,” he said in a small voice.
Solkar gazed fondly down at the boy’s shining cap of black
hair, which, as always, displayed an unfortunate tendency to wave. Leaning forward and cupping the child’s chin
with his hand, Solkar raised Sarek’s small face so that they gazed at each
other eye to eye. “Hear me, child. You must perfect the mental disciplines and
master your emotions if you wish to follow your father and me into diplomatic
service in the future. This is necessary
in order to deal with humans and other emotional species. Without proper mental shielding, it is very
difficult to cope with the overwhelming and chaotic emotions often broadcast by
such beings. Do you understand?”
Sarek gazed wide-eyed at his grandfather and nodded
solemnly. “Yes, Grandfather.”
Solkar nodded. “Very good. I say
these things to you because I believe you have the potential to be a successful
diplomat some day.”
Sarek’s small face glowed with pleasure at this rare praise
from his grandfather. “Thank you,
Grandfather.”
Solkar leaned forward and whispered to his grandson in a
confidential tone. “Shall I tell you a
secret about myself?
“Yes, Grandfather?”
“When I was your age, I was much as you are now. My academic performance was more than
satisfactory, but I too struggled with the mental disciplines. My father and I
had many conversations about my lack of proper decorum, just as your father has
had occasion to speak with you about this same issue since the successful
completion of your kahs-wan last year."
“Truly, Grandfather?” Sarek replied with one
arched eyebrow.
“Indeed, my child.
Once I listened to my father and applied myself diligently to improving
my emotional control, my path in life ran much more smoothly. I counsel you to listen carefully to
everything your father tells you, and strive to achieve all the goals he sets
before you. If you can do this, it is
possible that you may grow up to be the Vulcan ambassador to Earth or to the
Federation some day.”
Sarek nodded thoughtfully.
“Thank you, Grandfather. I shall
follow your advice and work very hard to be the satisfactory Vulcan son my
father wishes me to be.”
“Excellent. Now
return to your quarters and rest, my child.
I will see you shortly.”
*
* * *
Two days later, Solkar watched with satisfaction as Sarek
conducted himself with perfect decorum during the diplomatic
reception at the Vulcan Embassy. He had
taken Sarek by the shoulder and guided him around the spacious reception hall
introducing him to the Vulcan members of his staff and to many of his
diplomatic colleagues from other planets.
The boy had made a most satisfactory impression on all who met him.
Sarek had not even reacted with embarrassment when a group
of Earthwomen had surrounded him gushing in typical human fashion about “what a
cute little man” he was or “how adorable” he was. He had merely bowed politely to the ladies
and said, “I am told I resemble my grandfather.” This statement elicited a delighted laugh
from the ladies.
Skon, standing to one side with Solkar, watched his son in
amazement. Turning to his father, he
said, “Have you had another of your grandfatherly discussions with my son,
Father? He is showing marked improvement
in his behavior this evening.”
Solkar gazed placidly back at his son. “We did have a brief visit the afternoon you
arrived.”
“I don’t understand.
What did you say to him, Father?
I have spoken to him repeatedly over the last year about his lapses in
control, with little result. You have
one conversation with him and he suddenly behaves as a model Vulcan child?”
Solkar raised one eyebrow, the picture of innocence. “I merely pointed out to the boy the
importance of listening to everything his father tells him.” With that, he nodded to Skon and strolled off
to speak with a nearby group of Starfleet officers.
Skon sighed and shook his head as he moved off to extricate
his son from his circle of female admirers.
Nodding politely to the human females, Skon grasped his son’s
shoulder. “If you ladies will excuse us,
it has been a rather long day for my son.
Come, Sarek, it is time for you to retire.”
“Yes, Father.” He
executed a courtly bow to the human females.
“Good evening, ladies. It has
been agreeable to make your acquaintance.”
The ladies wished Sarek and Skon a pleasant evening and moved away.
As they walked in the direction of the residential section
of the embassy, Sarek ventured a glance in his father’s direction. “It was a most interesting evening, was it
not, Father?”
“Interesting indeed, my
son.”