The Story of Logic

The Story of Logic

By TLR

Rated G
Disclaimer: Enterprise is the property of UPN and Paramount Pictures.
Summary: This is an early season two fiction that I believe could better help everyone understand where the Vulcans were coming from when dealing with the Humans. It takes placed just after the episode "Marauders" and involves a nice exchange of information at the Captain's table. Hope you enjoy it.

December 10th, 2006

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"I just can't believe it…." Archer swore as he ripped at another bite of roll with his teeth. "After all this time you'd think they'd start to trust us by now." Jon swiped at the crumbs on his chin with an accompanying shirt sleeve.

"Well Cap'n…. what did you expect?" Trip was equally as discouraged by the abrupt turn down the Vulcan captain had given him at the request to look at their schematics. "Maybe he thinks if we get their technology we will become more powerful then the Vulcans."

"That is hardly the reason for his refusal. My species has had many more millennia to study and advance their technology than Humans." T'Pol sat patiently watching this very emotional display.

"All we asked for was some specs on their tractor beam. It's not like we asked to get a guided tour of their warp nacelles." The captain was again very displeased with the way his first officer was dismissing him. He stabbed at the potato that lay next to a heaping portion of sirloin steak. Although his favorite of chef's many menus, tonight Jon's mood wasn't allowing him to enjoy it.

"Yeah… I can't imagine the reaction we would have gotten to that request." Trip laughed as he loaded yet another piece of medium rare meat onto his fork. He placed it into his mouth and continued to speak, making the sub-commander a bit sickened by the sight. "Probably would have been blown out of existence for having the audacity to want a look at their pride and joy."

T'Pol showed a slightly frustrated face, swallowing hard and turning her attention to the grilled vegetables placed before her. She quietly sliced at a rather well done piece of zucchini, the closest thing the Humans had to any of the Vulcan's native vegetables. It split easily. As she lifted it to her lips, T'Pol heard the captain address her with a more than loaded question.

"Is that the way you feel?" He'd put down his utensils and was wiping his mouth with the napkin beside him. Afterward, Archer laid his hands on both sides of his plate, as if ready to take on this battle with firm resolve. As T'Pol chewed the morsel in her mouth, she tried to construct an answer that would both sooth and inform the Humans in her presence, but nothing was quickly coming.

"Well…" The frustration in her superior officer's voice was clearly evident. Even Commander Tucker had now put down his fork and knife eagerly awaiting the alien's response. T'Pol glared at them, sensing their frustration more than anything, which was now pointed in her direction. Taking a deep breath she started.

"Captain…. Perhaps Captain Stuval simply didn't know what you'd use the technology for. Vulcans live under a strict code when dealing in their space exploration. A code Humans have yet to create or adopt. It is evident by your dealings with many other species that structure and discipline is lacking in some areas. Areas that could pose a threat to a lesser evolved civilization." There was a touch of superiority in her voice that the captain didn't like. It felt, for a moment that he wasn't talking to his science officer at all, but to that staunchly, self righteous Vulcan ambassador, Soval.

"What the hell does that mean?" He barked back totally forgetting for a moment he was speaking to a lady.

"Yeah" Trip chimed in a bit perturbed by her answer.

"It means that there are many dangers when dealing with other species, dangers which you have yet to face. It is particularly problematic when you have no rules with which to try and solve these problems. Your risk of cultural contamination is great and it becomes greater with every under developed species you come in contact with." T'Pol now lost interest in her food. She sipped from her water glass, concentrating on the coolness of the liquid to help control her response.

"Is this about trying to help the Valackians? I asked your opinion and you said the risk of cultural contamination was acceptable since they'd already been in contact with two other warp capable species." Archer reached for his tea, almost knocking the hanging salt and pepper bells off their stand.

"The Valackians were not at as much risk for cultural contamination as the Acoly." T'Pol stated evenly putting her water glass back onto the table before her.

"The Acoly…… I can't believe you are bringing up the Acoly…. We helped those people. We weren't the species that was risking cultural contamination there." Archer's tone went up another octave in disbelief.

"You held a public phase pistol battle in broad daylight with another alien species…. How does that keep you from causing cultural contamination?" T'Pol stared him down, her hands now folded in her lap.

"What was he supposed to do… The Cap'n didn't start the battle, and he sure as hell wasn't about to just sit there and let those criminals blow his head off." Trip leaned into his elbow and tilted his head to get settled in for this little verbal scrimmage.

"There would have been no battle if we hadn't gone down there to begin with." T'Pol countered ready for her role in this little meeting of the minds.

"I can't believe you.. We saved those people's lives….. You really believe we should have just walked away?" Jon was now ready to pace, his frustration had grown to that point.

"We could have done so in a more discreet way… We could have analyzed soil and water samples and merely added the cure to their water supply. It would have countered the illness, and the contamination at the same time. No one would have been the wiser." Her tone was cool and somewhat patronizing which only made the captain grow more irritated.

"So if you didn't like my actions in that matter, why didn't you express your objections?" Archer stood up from his seat and went to the portal. He glared at the racing stars that passed them by.

"I believe I did… Several times in fact, from the moment we became aware of the planet."

Trip could see the growing tension and tried to smooth things over a bit. "Look I know your people have much more experience than Humans in dealing with first contact, but you gotta understand that Humans need to explore with their senses. Statistical scans from high orbit aren't what helps us to know a species. It's getting out there and talking to them directly."

"Even if you're doing so may affect that planets evolution?" The Vulcan countered with a bit more frustration than she meant to show.

"You act as if we were about to give the Valackians warp technology…. I told you I wasn't going to." Archer returned to his seat feeling now that he needed to make a mends for his angered behavior.

"Yes and you said that you finally started to understand how the Vulcans must have felt all those years ago when Humans wanted our technology…. Why is there a change in your feelings now?" Still the first officer was showing more frustration than she wanted to.

"Because….. you still don't trust us…. Your people still think we are not ready, even for the simplest of things. What the hell could we possibly do with a tractor beam that would be so bad?" Trip chimed in and saw his friend nod in agreement.

"My people as it were, have far more experience telling when a species is ready for certain technology…. A tractor beam to you seems very non-threatening, however with some small modifications it becomes a very destructive repulsor weapon. Perhaps Humans would not mean to learn this about the technology, but I am sure one of your species would come across that fact and use it for less than scrupulous means." T'Pol picked up the palm padd she had brought with her to the table. On the way to the captain's mess, the first officer was finishing up some scans she'd taken during her shift and didn't make the detour necessary to return the item to her quarters. In her lap, the young woman began picking through screens until she found the pictures she wanted.

"Why the hell do your people always think the worst of us? They've only known us for a century and they still don't believe that we want a peaceful existence." Archer threw up his hands in defeat.

"Yeah… what makes you so sure that a repulsor beam is something we'd even want?" Trip grabbed a roll and started gnawing on it.

"Because you are not that unlike Vulcans." T'Pol returned tossing the palm pad into the center of the table. It landed precisely in front of the Captain but at an angle that the chief engineer could see. There on the padd were pictures of very scenic beauty, meadows and rolling hillsides covered in a thick layer of green. The sky, a bluish blue that made even a clear day on Earth pale in its beauty.

"Where is this?" Archer asked picking up the padd and scrolling through the pictures. He saw many streams and mountains, oceans and seas that seemed to be teaming with wild life too.

"Vulcan" was the only word the sub-commander said. She saw the eye brows rise on the two humans and knew she'd finally gotten their attention. There was a long pause, silence filling the room as if someone had said something so profound that no one had a response to it. Then came the simple return from the Humans that told T'Pol they were ready to listen.

"This was Vulcan..?" Jon's voice was barely a whisper through his shock and disbelief.

"Yes… This was my home world many millennia ago." The first officer sat straight in her chair, arms folded in her lap.

"What happened…. Was there a natural disaster?" Trip added taking the padd from his friend and looking over the many photos.

"Of sorts…. It was partially caused by cultural contamination. I believe that qualifies as a non man made circumstance, though I dare say at the rate we were going, we might have eventually gotten to this level of destruction on our own."

"Your planet became a desert due to cultural contamination?" Jon was floored and sat back in his chair. His mouth gaped open trying to fathom how such a thing could happen.

"Vulcans were not unlike Humans several millennia ago." T'Pol started her explanation to a quiet room, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. As she spoke a running picture show became clear in the minds of the Humans present.

"We had similar life spans…. Only slightly superior intelligence and of course we were empathic, only not to the extreme we are now. My ancestors never developed a monetary system, believing the true riches were long life, greater knowledge and superior empathic abilities. These are the things we cultivated in our society, but we were an impatient species, Captain." T'Pol added reminding the human of exactly the qualities she was trying to affect. She saw his acknowledgement come in the form of a head raise.

"We did not want to wait to learn how to better our species. We chose the natural order of things, survival of the fittest." T'Pol put her arms on the table and eased forward in her chair. This emphasized the impact of her details all the more in the humans' minds.

"We were not willing to allow nature to take its time either…. My ancestors' philosophy was to kill off all those with inferior traits so their genetics would not be part of the subsequent bloodlines to come. Mass killings were common, but at the level we were before the contamination, it was still on a one to one basis. We had to physically be there to do the killing." This brought another shocked look to her colleagues' faces. They had heard that the Vulcans were warlike in their distant past, before the time of Surak, but never that they committed genocide to improve their race.

"We were about the level of your early 21st century when we were approached by a ship of aliens. Though we knew there was life outside our planet, a myth we explored much throughout our history, we were not interplanetary capable. Imagine what wonders this other race's technology held for a group of very intelligent and inquisitive Vulcans." She paused and saw some of the realization starting to sink in.

"The Nevarians were a very peaceful species that had been exploring deep space for many centuries. Even today, our technology might only be comparable, not superior to theirs. They had studied us from high orbit for two days and felt that we were intelligent enough to make first contact with. Though war like, Captain, Vulcans do have a trait the Klingons do not. We can be as gracious as anyone when we desire too." At that Archer chimed in.

"So they didn't know what your true ethics were."

"No Captain…. They merely saw us as a promising and intelligent species on its way to becoming a welcomed member to the interstellar community." T'Pol picked up her water glass sensing the commander was about to speak.

"But you didn't even have warp technology…. Why would they deem you ready for this type of exchange?" Finishing her sip, she placed the glass back down.

"They didn't…. It wasn't flight technology they wanted to give us…. They simply wanted to give us items that would improve the way we transported about the surface of our planet, to improve our ability to store and prepare food more readily and the ability to heat and cool our homes more efficiently. None of the technologies they left with my people in any way could be construed as items of war."

"But your people turned them into just that." Jon added without having to hear the answer.

"Yes Captain…. You'd be surprised what a disciplined and cunning mind can come up with. After the Nevarians left, we quickly found ways to break down the technology into war time weapons. A heat inverter makes a very fine phase cannon with only a few minor modifications." To this she saw Trip's realization of her statement.

"Now we had the ability to strike at our undesirable clans from a distance, killing many more of them in a single volley. It left the land scorched and pock marked, but was very efficient and even logical. It caused less Vulcans from the desirable clans to be killed in the process thereby sparing more genetic desirables." T'Pol seemed so calm as she told this story, a story that would have horrified even the most savage of human predators.

"Who decided what characteristics were more desirable? Did your government condone these actions?" Trip was so horrified he could barely get the words out.

"That was the problem. There was no form of unified government…. Each clan decided their own idea of desirable then went about seeking those that didn't fit the mold." T'Pol sat straight back, looking at the blond haired man as if he could possibly fathom what she was explaining.

"Wait a minute…. That would mean that each clan was warring against other clans… They must have realized that would lead to mass annihilation?"

"You would think so Captain…. But they believed that only the strongest of Vulcans could carry the most desired traits, so their means of selection didn't concern them too much."

"I can see how their new way of fighting would scorch the planet, but to turn this," Trip turned the pictures back to face the story teller. "in to what it is today… That took more than just a simple phase cannon."

"Yes…. That isn't where the cultural contamination ended." T'Pol returned and it quieted the humans instantly.

"The same Nevarians that had made their first visit to Vulcan stopped by on their way back to their home world, a mere 65 yrs later. This time however, what they saw was far more disturbing. The land was noticeably injured by warring and the populations, which at one time had ranged in the 14 billion were now down to a mere 6." T'Pol let out a sigh denoting that any loss of life is illogical.

"We greeted them as before, hoping to get more technology from them but this time they were far less forthcoming. They directly refused our requests for greater technology and left us with little choice but to kill them and take what we wanted." T'Pol was cut off by the choking sounds of her colleagues.

"Your people killed the Nevarians?" Trip managed through his coughing spell.

"Yes… We had seen their ship with their first visit. The factions they shuttled to their ship this time were there when they turned us down. We destroyed them and took over their vessel. It took a bit of time, but we finally were able to decipher their systems and teach ourselves about warp technology."

"Wait a minute…..your warp technology came from a raid on a peaceful species, not from hard work and hours of trial and error." Trip was outraged that anyone could act as these Vulcans of the past did.

"There were many hours, commander…. My people didn't even know how to work their shuttle system. It was months before the original boarding party was heard from. The fact that their technology formed the basis of Vulcan's warp program is evidence of the further cultural contamination I spoke of." T'Pol seemed almost defensive.

"Yes but they didn't give it to you… you stole it." Archer pointed out quickly.

"Had they not put themselves in a position to have it stolen, we would not have taken it, would we." To the Vulcan it seemed quite logical.

"Are you saying that because your people weren't ready for this knowledge, that the Nevarians showing it to you was too much of a temptation?" Jon countered almost as defensive as his science officer.

"Captain, we were a warlike species consumed with improving ourselves through genocide, why would you think we'd have a problem with taking superior technology to accomplish that goal?" She stared at him convinced of her explanation. "As I recall back during your series of world wars, nuclear technology was first developed by the Germans but through espionage and sabotage the Americans were able to get the data and refine their techniques before the German or the Japanese, thereby winning the war with a single, devastating explosion."

T'Pol's bringing up that violent time in Earth's past didn't sit too well with the captain. He quieted seeing to some degree that maybe T'Pol was correct in pointing out that both their species had their violent phases.

"Once we had the added technology, many of the superior clans had the fire power they needed to reduce the number of undesirables. The face of our world became more barren. You would think this would make us rethink our primary objectives, however it didn't. My ancestors now saw it imperative that only the strong survive due to the shortages we were facing, inhabitable land, food and clean water supplies. These new enhanced campaigns and the bombardment of our planet actually changed its axis, moving it closer to our second sun, Las'hark. Now the barren spots had no chance of repairing themselves and even the remaining lush areas were turning into a desert wasteland." Her explanations were clearly playing like a very disturbing horror film in both Trip and the captain's head. All they could do was sit there and listen to how these misguided people finally found their way out of this hell.

"The head of one of the houses not privy to the higher technology, Surak saw the devastation his planet and people were heading for. He could see the far lights in the sky, the explosions that rattled the land with pock marks and dead bodies. The green tint to the sands that surrounded every side of his homelands made him realize that our people were not going to survive. That is when he decided to act." T'Pol's posture straightened even further as if showing pride for her people finally finding their way.

"Through a desert plain known as the Forge, he set out alone heading in the direction of another clan's homeland. The bursts of energy weapons and smell of the rotting flesh were all around him, but it did not deter him from what he must do. As he came upon his mortal enemy's homes, he was greeted by a group of dominate males. He walked right up to them and faced them with a solid resolve."

"And they wanted to talk?" Trip inched in hoping he was right.

"No, actually they attacked him, inflicting several mortal wounds upon him in mere moments."

"If they were mortal wounds, doesn't that mean he died?" Archer asked a bit puzzled.

"He should have, however the house of Surak was of superior breeding Captain. Throughout much of the eugenic wars his house remained out of the fighting and concentrated on improving its own traits through mind practices and meditation techniques, most of which form the basis of Vulcan emotional control and logic today. His bloodline's superiority was known throughout the lands. They were often left untouched when it came to getting rid of the undesirables. Surak got up from his wounds and stood to face those that attacked him. Fearing he was too superior and that they would be killed, the attackers simply waited for their end, knowing they were truly the inferior species."

"But Surak didn't attack them." Archer added.

"No…instead he offered them protection from the other clans and endless prosperity if they would lay down their weapons and adopt his teachings. Anyone who refused would be left to the mercy of those that were superior." T'Pol knew she was finally getting through by the occasional interjections from her crewmates.

"So they took the deal and laid down their weapons." Trip added, a soft smile coming to his lips showing he was seeing a very important time in history.

"Yes… Surak taught them of his techniques to strengthen their traits and improve their life spans. He also taught them ways to decrease the constant chatter in their minds that was part of the enemy's attempts at baiting them into conflict. He took with him two representatives from that house and they set out over the same desert toward this clan's warring opposite. Once more, walking boldly into the faction's homeland, Surak was struck down only to rise again. He demonstrated his superior breeding and was feared once more for the wrath he could possibly inflict upon them for their actions. This continued with him teaching clan after clan and taking two representatives from each until all 28 houses were represented. Once united, Surak took them to Mount Seleya, the highest point on Vulcan and a point in the center of his own bloodline's homeland. It is said from this point one could sense all of what was going on, anywhere on the planet. In this way Surak was able to keep the factions under surveillance and rain down upon them if they reverted to their warring ways. There they worked for many decades drafting the laws that would eventually govern my people, laws which have gone unchallenged for all these centuries." T'Pol seemed as relieved to finish the bloodshed as the humans were to hear it end.

"So did your people stay on track?" Trip asked wanting to know how one man could have so much pull.

"Yes… and they received what he promised in return. His practices helped them achieve all their desired objectives and they grew and prospered as a species. The threat of war and annihilation was no more."

"What about the Nevarians…. What about their technology?" Archer wanted to know how that fit in.

"It is illogical to think that once Vulcans knew of the technology, they could simply let go of it. Surak decided that the technology was everyone's to share and demanded all future generations be educated on it. It became a way of protecting our planet from invaders or even from those who wished to give us more technology before our time. Strict laws were drafted and even stricter penalties were given to those who would go against the teachings and directives of our united planet. Surak showed us that rather than purity of a bloodline, the key to our survival was in diversity. In breeding out some traits, other more important traits may be lost. It is illogical to loose that which is important, so we merely focused on improving ourselves, not our race."

"And the Nevarians?" Trip reminded her.

"It was decided, many years after Surak's death that a delegation of Vulcans representing all the houses would be dispatched to the Nevarian's home world and report to them our ancestors' actions. This delegation met with its leaders and told the story of the ill-fated ship and its crew. They then offered themselves as compensation for those lives, ready to be put to death if need be for the deeds of their families." This made both the Captain and Trip slide to the edge of their seats.

"And?" Trip was too anxious to wait for the ending.

"The Nevarians, who had dismissed the ship as being lost in space during one of their explorations, didn't choose to execute the Vulcans. They were and remain a peaceful species. They merely asked that we leave and never make contact with their planet or people ever again. We have respected their wishes. The Vulcan High Command has even set up a barrier of ships that defend the planet from would be invaders. This is all done without their knowledge, of course."

"I don't recall seeing that planet on the Vulcan star charts…. Are they far away?" Jon asked picking up his ice tea again.

"You won't find them Captain… That is part of the deal. The Nevarians realized that being a peaceful species might often make them a target when interacting with others in the interstellar community. They have greatly reduced their off-world excursions and limit themselves to the pursuit of knowledge and peaceful contemplation."

"Sounds like another species we know." Trip joked as he took a sip from his glass.

"Make no mistake Commander. Vulcans want peace, they have had their fill of violence, however if someone threatens us, we will defend ourselves and given our history, we are more than capable of winning." This seemed more of a threat than just a statement. "Why do you think we keep avoiding a war with Andoria? The warrior trait still runs deep within us and would prove devastating to our culture in more ways than one."

Trip remembered the many times T'Pol would come up with creative ways to get what needed to be accomplished, accomplished. Like the antimatter reactor she blew up just in front of the Tandoran ship to bring down its shielding, and the way she volunteered to take on the Klingon marauder in hand to hand combat on the mining colony just a week ago. Each time there seemed to be a sense of sweet satisfaction to her actions. She'd even admitted her regret at her people's giving up their violent tendencies after the Ferengi Crom took such a liking to her.

(Perhaps that trait wasn't as buried as they'd have you think. They sure do like blowing up stuff.) The commander was quick to acknowledge her admission remembering the huge explosion at the Coridan rebel encampment.

"It could undo all the good Surak did by making your people revert to their old ways." Archer picked up on the thought process as he was starting to understand his science officer and her people better.

"Exactly….. If we are to stay a logical and peaceful species, we have many millennia of traits to undo Captain, and unfortunately there is no way to accomplish this any faster. It is an endless battle, one which is much more difficult to win than with mere weapons. Cause now, the weapons are our minds, and to win we must get complete control over them." To that T'Pol saw her captain and friend agree with her interpretation.

"I guess you can never know exactly how you are affecting a species by your presence. Maybe coming up with some rules for first contact isn't such a bad idea." This was encouraging to T'Pol, as she listened to Archer growing in his own experiences. "Would you mind giving me some assistance with that?"

"I would be glad to help you draft such a set of directives. Perhaps between our two species, we can come up with ones that might exceed even Vulcan standards." With that the first officer picked up her fork and began stabbing at her now cold vegetable platter. She seemed unfettered by her victory and yet somewhere deep inside a little piece of her ancestry was smiling. It would seem the long evolved ancestor of Surak had received the trait of superior logic after all.

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Haven't forgotten about Warp 7. Just getting over a major bout of strep throat and really didn't feel like sitting up, let along typing for days on end. Just got my voice back yesterday and was thinking of this little number for over a week. It bugs me until I get it on paper then it leaves me alone. How sci fi is that. Hope you enjoyed this little glimpse and I will get back to work on Warp 7 in the morning. T.

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I always enjoy reading your stories! Looking forward to the continuation of Warp 7!!

I've already bookmarked T'Pol loves Trip - so I'll *continue* to enjoy your stories!

Great idea and an great piece of writing.

But there is one thing that itches me: The point about nazi-germany beeing first in developing nuclear technology or trying to build a nuclear weapon is more or less nonsense. Yes, there was a project. Yes, the fear of the nazis beeing first to build "the bomb" was one of reason for starting the Manhatten-project. No, the goal of that so called "Uranprojekt" actually was not build a bomb but developing a working reactor. The scientists were asked by the military in 1942, if a nuclear bomb could be build within 2years. But after an negativ answer the whole project even was leveled down in priorty.
Btw, the Manhatten-project was a lot bigger and they still had quite some trouble making it work so the technology of building the bomb was never within the reach of the nazis.

You are quite right Titan, the germans, not the nazi's were working with nuclear technology, but not as a bomb form. IT was more a way of using nuclear reactors for power and eventually to drive their submarine fleet. But talks of using the technology for building a weapon were not totally misleading. See the following from Wikipedia.org:

German nuclear energy project
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The German experimental nuclear pile at Haigerloch. The German nuclear energy project was an endeavor by scientists during World War II in Nazi Germany to develop nuclear energy and an atomic bomb for practical use. Unlike the competing Allied effort to develop a nuclear weapon the German effort resulted in two rival teams, one working for the military, the second, a civilian effort co-ordinated by the Reichspost.

It was my attempt to get Trip and the Captain to see that Earth wasn't that much above what Vulcan was doing in their infancy years. You are right that the manhatten project was by far the biggest and eventually the most devastating when it came to their bomb, but the reason it was so was fueled mostly because of word from their intelligence about germany's nuclear program. Hope that helps. T

Attention!!!!!

I want to personally take this time to thank Myst and Bucky for the outstanding work for all these years. I know the rigors of maintaining a website and they have sure done a fine job.

Some friends of mine and I would like to offer a place where writers and video creaters can still post new work. After Jan 1, you can send your new story submissions to the following site:

www.geocitiescom/tpollovestrip

After Feb 1st, any continuing storys can start there as well. This is done to help keep the dream alive. It will not be as fancy as the Shipper's site, but will still allow creative people to post their work. For those fans who enjoy reading it, it will continue to give them material to read. Thanks again to Bucky and Myst. T.

Nicely done, TLR. I really enjoyed this view of Vulcan history. Have you ever read the novel "Spock's World," by Diane Duane? It has another excellent glimpse of Vulcan's past. I highly recommend it. :)

I have and you are right it's wonderful. So is the "Vulcan Science Academy Murders". That shows a really human glimpse into spock's parents and his childhood. Thanks T.

Thank so much for setting up a site for new and cpntinuing work to be submitted. I love reading the new fan fictions written now and would be heart broken if there was no longer a place to read new Trip/TPol works. I noticed the the new web site provided is missing a period between geocities and com. I look forward to reading your work as well as Black and Blue, Distracted, Kevin, John O and a whole host of others. Thank you for your work Bucky and Myst and thank you to those continuing to write.

Thank so much for setting up a site for new and cpntinuing work to be submitted. I love reading the new fan fictions written now and would be heart broken if there was no longer a place to read new Trip/TPol works. I noticed the the new web site provided is missing a period between geocities and com. I look forward to reading your work as well as Black and Blue, Distracted, Kevin, John O and a whole host of others. Thank you for your work Bucky and Myst and thank you to those continuing to write.

TLR, i understood your intention. Don´t worry, you wrote the story too good that i could missunderstand that point. ;)
But: Germany was at that time under complete control of the nazis. Every higher rank of the military and even every civilian with a little power was a member of the NSDAP. So to make a difference between germany and the nazis at that time actually is pretty senseless. And second: I have read the german and the english version at wikipedia and i think i have even found a flaw in the english version: Why the hell should the Reichspost (=imperial postal service) be co-ordinating an civillian nuclear research project? Anyway, the part you are quoting here gives a wrong impression since they never have gotten to try to build an nuclear bomb. Hitler himself said after reading the answer of the sientists that by the time a bomb would be ready, he already would have conquered the whole world. Therefor there was never an official assignment to go beyond building an working reactor.

But its still a great story and my criticism is only about minor point. Also, how should T´pol know about earth history in that detail as we are here dicussing it.

Not a problem Titan... I love to be challenged. I am a history freak and statistics is my second passion after TnT. I am probably one of a few who actually goes to the Vulcan English dictionary to get the correct terms and locations for my stories. It's a great website, you should go there.

The reason I said that it wasn't the nazi's is because there was a civilian group as described in Wikipedia, who didn't wish to use the growing knowledge for war time persuits. If you read down at the site I posted, you'd find that they struggled with the other (war department)group for control and use of the nuclear research.

Kiddie: Yes I left out the period before com because the browser wouldn't accept the post with a link in it. I figured people would understand. For clarification though it is:

www.geocities(dot)com/tpollovestrip

Thanks for picking that up.

T

Well, according to my mother i love the challenge, too. Unfortunately, i´m defintely more on the natural-science-side (what a surprise since i´m studying mechanical engeneering), so foreign languages... only when i really have to. English and french already have been a real pain in the ass for me at school.
But we talk about that part of history any time again. You go through that subject pretty thoroughly at school, where i´m from. And that doesn´t limit it only to the history-lessons (we really started to hate it).

I liked your Vulcan first contact story and their attempt to make amends (different from the Spock's World first contact story where the alien vistors to Vulcan proposed friendship but were really aggressors). You have many original ideas here - nice additions to the explanations of Vulcan culture. I hope you explore them further.

A beautiful story with alot of meaning. I will endevour to remember it. It is to bad I would enjoy reading more of your work on the website