@thefallenmutineer requested a starter.
Spock rarely left his quarters on the transport ship that was taking him to Earth. He was spending much of his time in meditation, when that was possible. When it was not, he studied what he thought might be necessary to prepare for Starfleet Academy. He had already been in contact with administrators at the Academy who assured him that he could finish an accelerated program in two years, given that he had already completed advanced studies on Vulcan. His concerns were less academic and more social.
He’d visited Earth before, to meet the family of his mother. They had not liked him, and they did not keep contact with him afterwards. He did not wish to repeat that situation when he went to Earth this time, even with strangers.
He had been reading the history of the city San Francisco when he received an alert he was receiving a holographic transmission. He paused for a moment before checking the source of the transmission. It was his mother’s signature.
Something twisted inside of him. She was the only person on Vulcan that he had regretted leaving behind. He was not prepared to see her face again, but he could not ignore her call. He took a deep breath and accepted the transmission.
The person who appeared in front of him was not his mother. He narrowed his eyes and straightened his back, immediately defensive.
“I take it you have received the news,” he said tersely.










