Letters- # 5

Letters to Kov

by myst123

House of Tucker Summer 2003 Fan Fiction Contest
Category: Humor
Rating: G
Email: mystbbs@earthlink.net
Disclaimer: Star Trek situations, characters, and name are all owned by Paramount. This work is non-commercial, not for sale or profit, and may not be sold or reproduced for commercial purposes.

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Letter # 5, early summer, 2152

It’s been so long since I last wrote. The crew of Enterprise has been through some worrisome times. Both Malcolm and Travis were almost killed – very hard.

On a lighter note, I have met the equivalent of a god to a Vulcan – a completely logical, articulate computer. Not even the most fervent of Vulcans could hope to achieve the absolute monotony of this computer intoning “…your inquiry does not register.” The device made Vulcans look positively animated.

Forgive me, Kov. At times I fear my remarks about Vulcans are rote. I have come to appreciate aspects of your culture. When I can think of some, I’ll list ‘em.

No, there I go again. I do realize that the face Vulcans show the outside world is not the one they show each other. It seems a matter of self-preservation that Vulcans maintain the ‘myth’ they are cookie-cutter replicas of each other. But you aren’t. Unfortunately, for so long I wasn’t allowed to see Vulcans as individuals, and I have a hard time adjusting a lifetime and more of perceptions and resentments. It’s funny – you put up with my bitching because you are so logical and you don’t get offended. You forgive me, even when I know I’m crossing a line.

OK, I’ve come to realize I have to define my lingo. I told you want ‘getting laid’ means. ‘Thrown a curve’ means something has come out of left field, or out of the blue. Sorry! I couldn’t resist – all of those expressions mean the outcome/action was unexpected and unanticipated. ‘Crossing a line’ means there is a point when my teasing becomes torture, and I may have reached that threshold.

I did find that Vulcan hearing is vastly superior to humans. Guess those pretty little points are more than decorative. (Just slap me upside the head.) T’Pol could quote verbatim a conversation taking place over 20 meters away. Quite the parlor trick. (Parlor trick: an amusing trick to divert or entertain a group of bored socialites or Starfleet personnel.)

This may go down as the letter of abject apologies! I had no idea you would one day meet Soval and recall that I said he needs to get laid. I wouldn’t want that image in my mind either, although I thought you Vulcans had better control over your imaginations (now that was a joke! I couldn’t resist).

Thanks for asking your dad about T’Pol’s story, without mentioning her name. So, in large part, it was true. Makes me wonder about some of the details she included. Sounds to me like she has inherited some family lore in addition to the official story. If we ever become friends, I ‘d like to ask her about those details. I think I’d learn a great deal about mid-20th century Vulcans and about T’Pol’s heritage. But that may be too personal and therefore I will never know the truth.

OK, no one gave me any more ideas about movies or stories concerning the moon. I did have hopes! Maybe we’ll get some feedback.

Next on your agenda? You need to see the Oakland Raiders play a game of football. Then we’ll discuss whether they are trying to kill the quarterback, or simply trying to keep him from throwing the ball or running with it. You have to wait until autumn, but there are games on film you can watch if you want to discuss sooner. However, you really have to be there in person to enjoy the full experience of Raider fans.

I should have realized you are getting antsy – after being an engineer and exploring the unknown for so long, you must be going crazy with nothing to challenge you. I’ll get in touch with some buddies and see if you can get put on a project which will give you something to do and, of course, benefit Starfleet! That unaccustomed feeling of worthlessness is the result of inactivity – otherwise known as boredom.

And remember I want you to report back about Ruby and the terms of her marriage – did her husband guess the names she had given her children or not? My honor is on the line (or at stake, or up for grabs, or in limbo – you provide the translations, my friend).

Later, and take care. Remember, boredom is better than your anxiety over your dad.

Trip.

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Three people have made comments

Love this! I can hear Trip's animated chatter in my head when I read this and just love how he can't resist teasing Kov then goes and apologises before teasing him yet again! Love it. Well done, superb characterisation of our Trip. Ali D :~)

Your letters capture the way Trip's mind flits about. He breaks the linear engineer mold and you show us why.

Oh, yes, I can just see Kov meeting Soval! Pity Kov didn't actually mention the getting laid, 'cos Soval's expression would have been a treat. Nice to know that Trip is looking after Kov's work life as well as his cultural education.