001: Brave New World [Holo]
“Spock to Enterprise.”
No response.
“Spock to Enterprise.”
No response.
Commander Spock, who was not the sort of man - or, technically, a man at all, actually - to waste his time, tried once more to contact his ship. When the attempt failed, as he had already predicted it would, he elected to examine his new surroundings in more detail. It resembled the transporter room of most Starfleet vessels, though the origin of the technology was unfamiliar to him. It had clearly been designed by a most advanced species.
He stepped down from the pedestal, and, his hands folded behind his back, made a slow circuit around the room. He was not afraid - such feelings were illogical, and would distract him at a time when he could not afford to be distracted - though he was a little … surprised. The officers working on the Bridge - Ensign Chekov, Mr Sulu, even Nyota - had not picked up any unusual energy readings. The scanners had shown nothing out of the ordinary. Yet, without any prior warning, he had been lifted from the Enterprise and deposited in this unfamiliar location.
Once his walk was over, and despite being wholly unsatisfied by it, Spock returned to the pedestal and to the tablet. It took Spock a little over 14.3 seconds to understand the format of the strange device in front of him. (Unfortunately, the long blue sleeves of his uniform prevented him from noticing the bracelet, which would have posed a far more significant problem.) As soon as he had finished analysing it, Spock switched the tablet on and activated the ‘voice’ option.
“Fascinating…”
A moment later, the voice was accompanied by a hologram of the speaker. Even if his pointy ears and strange eyebrows didn’t give away the fact that he wasn’t entirely human, his reaction probably would. He didn’t look upset, or angry, or scared. In fact, Spock didn’t look … anything, really. He was almost unnervingly composed.
After a brief pause, possibly to make sure that any viewers realised just how unflappable he was, Spock addressed his unseen abductor. He couldn’t be certain that there was an abductor, of course, but, given the conditions of his arrival and the fact even highly advanced technology needs to be operated and programmed, that seemed like the most logical hypothesis.
“I am First Officer Spock of the USS Enterprise,” he informed the tablet, “I must warn you that I am a Starfleet officer, and any attempt to keep me here against my will, or inflict bodily harm upon my person, may be construed as a hostile act against the Federation. I request that you return me to my ship immediately.”
There was another pause, this time to give his message a chance to sink in. It was possible that those responsible for his abduction did not realise the full extent of their actions, after all.
“If this option is not acceptable to you, I suggest that you allow me to contact my captain in order to begin the cessation of hostilities between your race and the Federation.”
And, with that dramatic closing statement, Spock waited, his hands folded neatly behind his back. He would very much like to examine the tablet in more detail, but it would be imprudent - illogical - to carry out such an action before possessing all the necessary information regarding his captivity.
As this did not appear to be a hostage situation, it would also be logical to assume that he would have an opportunity to dissect the tablet at a later date.
If he did not have time, he would have far more pressing things to think about.
OOC: Because it doesn’t really make sense for Spock to have been in Taxon for such a long time without contacting his crewmates, and because our mods are awesome, I’m going to be resetting him. He has no memory of his previous time in Taxon, and is as logical and infuriating as ever. Have fun with him!
No response.
“Spock to Enterprise.”
No response.
Commander Spock, who was not the sort of man - or, technically, a man at all, actually - to waste his time, tried once more to contact his ship. When the attempt failed, as he had already predicted it would, he elected to examine his new surroundings in more detail. It resembled the transporter room of most Starfleet vessels, though the origin of the technology was unfamiliar to him. It had clearly been designed by a most advanced species.
He stepped down from the pedestal, and, his hands folded behind his back, made a slow circuit around the room. He was not afraid - such feelings were illogical, and would distract him at a time when he could not afford to be distracted - though he was a little … surprised. The officers working on the Bridge - Ensign Chekov, Mr Sulu, even Nyota - had not picked up any unusual energy readings. The scanners had shown nothing out of the ordinary. Yet, without any prior warning, he had been lifted from the Enterprise and deposited in this unfamiliar location.
Once his walk was over, and despite being wholly unsatisfied by it, Spock returned to the pedestal and to the tablet. It took Spock a little over 14.3 seconds to understand the format of the strange device in front of him. (Unfortunately, the long blue sleeves of his uniform prevented him from noticing the bracelet, which would have posed a far more significant problem.) As soon as he had finished analysing it, Spock switched the tablet on and activated the ‘voice’ option.
“Fascinating…”
A moment later, the voice was accompanied by a hologram of the speaker. Even if his pointy ears and strange eyebrows didn’t give away the fact that he wasn’t entirely human, his reaction probably would. He didn’t look upset, or angry, or scared. In fact, Spock didn’t look … anything, really. He was almost unnervingly composed.
After a brief pause, possibly to make sure that any viewers realised just how unflappable he was, Spock addressed his unseen abductor. He couldn’t be certain that there was an abductor, of course, but, given the conditions of his arrival and the fact even highly advanced technology needs to be operated and programmed, that seemed like the most logical hypothesis.
“I am First Officer Spock of the USS Enterprise,” he informed the tablet, “I must warn you that I am a Starfleet officer, and any attempt to keep me here against my will, or inflict bodily harm upon my person, may be construed as a hostile act against the Federation. I request that you return me to my ship immediately.”
There was another pause, this time to give his message a chance to sink in. It was possible that those responsible for his abduction did not realise the full extent of their actions, after all.
“If this option is not acceptable to you, I suggest that you allow me to contact my captain in order to begin the cessation of hostilities between your race and the Federation.”
And, with that dramatic closing statement, Spock waited, his hands folded neatly behind his back. He would very much like to examine the tablet in more detail, but it would be imprudent - illogical - to carry out such an action before possessing all the necessary information regarding his captivity.
As this did not appear to be a hostage situation, it would also be logical to assume that he would have an opportunity to dissect the tablet at a later date.
If he did not have time, he would have far more pressing things to think about.
OOC: Because it doesn’t really make sense for Spock to have been in Taxon for such a long time without contacting his crewmates, and because our mods are awesome, I’m going to be resetting him. He has no memory of his previous time in Taxon, and is as logical and infuriating as ever. Have fun with him!