The Aftermath

[logical_hobgoblin]

Spock is not pleased.

Pike is not pleased.

There might not be yelling, but the silence is deafening.

Spock has been decontaminated and taken out of the suit, but he's still locked behind an airtight barrier to ensure he's not still able to infect anyone else with whatever it is he came into contact with on the planet. So far, he's not exhibiting any symptoms, but it's unknown whether that's due to humanoid biology, or Vulcanoid biology, or because the virus is ineffectual in an oxygen atmosphere.

Despite all the people poking and prodding at him, he's still working away silently on his PADD, filling out reports. He might as well make use of his time.

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[theoriginalcaptain]

Following his own inspection, Pike has at least gotten a new uniform on. Better than both the evo-suit and nothing at all. He's in his own iso-chamber, awaiting some test results, but he isn't idle. He has some business on the bridge to attend to, making sure that the original negotiations were still intact and that their manufactured emergency had been "taken care of."

His conference with Number One is brief but productive, and she's handling things just fine on her end. Once he's done with that, he has very little else to do but sit and observe Spock in the neighboring chamber.

[logical_hobgoblin]

That evening, Spock submits his official report to Starfleet and copies it to Pike for the captain's records. It is a precise recounting of the events that transpired, including all relevant timestamps, dialogues, and documentation.

He even reports that he has been reprimanded for his error in judgement without sounding the least bit spiteful.

[logical_hobgoblin]

He shakes his head minutely. "They will see my failure to accept their invitation as a fault of my human heritage. They will not accept that a Vulcan turned away from their ways."

Certainly, he may identify himself as Vulcan but other Vulcans do not see him that way. To them, he is human. To humans, he is indistinguishable from other Vulcans. This is why he does not belong in either society.

[logical_hobgoblin]

Spock thinks it is unlikely that he will "enjoy" it, but he doesn't voice that opinion. He takes the glass with a polite incline of his head.

He looks at it for a moment. "There is an olive in this beverage," he observes. Why is there food in it?

[logical_hobgoblin]

"I currently have no intention of drinking your blood should you happen to die on an away mission," he replies levelly, as if this is now an actual concern.