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Spock stilled at the calling of his name, hand coming to rest at the side of a screen as he slowly turned the chair to an angle that would allow him to observe the Captain without completely disengaging from his task.
He was accustomed to this playful conversation — had even begun to enjoy engaging in it, in his own way. With one brow raised, Spock inclined his head and considered the question, leaving the Captain to twitch his smile a moment longer.
“Few artefacts remain of Vulcan culture before Surak’s reform. There is a non-zero chance that such figures existed, though I fail to see their connection to this planet.”
Spock was well aware of the assumption that Vulcans found such topics distasteful, and that very little was known about Vulcan history or biology. He kept his expression innocently calm as colleagues who had been clearly listening in began to flush, surprised at the implication that such passions could exist among his people.
( @piketm )
Succint as always. Pike could count on Spock to provide what was asked and leave out anything else. ❝On the contrary. When we don't have much information to go on we have to take what we can from what's in front of us.❞ He looked back out at the viewscreen which showed an image of the planet off to one corner. The image rotated and several smaller images of the deities spawned to the side in a column. ❝Vulcans had a pantheon to represent different passions...if I remember right...❞ He briefly glanced back to affirm; though half expected no reply at all.
Pike watched the image readouts as they were scanned for details about structure and composition. ❝But Vulcans and even ancient greeks didn't have just one type of deity. Those gods controlled other things. I don't know. Whatever was important to them.❞ Pike had aced his ancient philosophy and xenoanthropology courses at the Academy. He had fun with this kind of information gathering when the opportunity presented itself. ❝What can Science tell us about a culture obsessed with the carnal?❞ He turned on his heel and leaned on a console, amusement somewhere in his demeanor but business in his approach.
















