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Title: Work
Muse: Spock Prime
Fandom: Star Trek, ST:XI
Word Count: 313
Disclaimer: Spock nor the others belong to me.
He looked up, seeing the setting suns from his office window. The office was small, the buildings here were few and hastily put up as the remaining Vulcans set about reestablishing their community on the new and different planet. The fact that it was a desert environment was the only thing the new colony's planet had in common with the old Vulcan. The vegetation was different, experiments regarding edibility were still being carried out with the plants found in the remote sections of the planet they were inhabiting. Most of the planet had yet to be explored by people, relying on survey scans and remote sensor readings. He shook his head and tried to refocus on the PADD in front of him. He had work to do, families that needed permanent homes. Assigning them based on their abilities, that was his job, not worrying about all the work that needed to be done to make this planet their own. He had to stop worrying about the Vulcan animals and plants that were not thriving on this new world.
Those worries, those concerns were not his to bear right now. Thinking about his younger counterpart whom he had convinced to stay aboard the Enterprise, stay in Star Fleet was not his concern. It was illogical to be jealous of his younger self, especially when there was so much he had to do here. So much that people relied on him for. He pushed thoughts of a young starship Captain that shared similar aspects of the soul with the man he knew as Kirk. He pushed the whispers from a bond he thought was long broken and dead with the death of his Kirk, to the recesses of his heart. Gold and blue eyes haunting him as he had to reread the necessary information on the PADD to do the work he had been assigned.
Muse: Spock Prime
Fandom: Star Trek, ST:XI
Word Count: 313
Disclaimer: Spock nor the others belong to me.
He looked up, seeing the setting suns from his office window. The office was small, the buildings here were few and hastily put up as the remaining Vulcans set about reestablishing their community on the new and different planet. The fact that it was a desert environment was the only thing the new colony's planet had in common with the old Vulcan. The vegetation was different, experiments regarding edibility were still being carried out with the plants found in the remote sections of the planet they were inhabiting. Most of the planet had yet to be explored by people, relying on survey scans and remote sensor readings. He shook his head and tried to refocus on the PADD in front of him. He had work to do, families that needed permanent homes. Assigning them based on their abilities, that was his job, not worrying about all the work that needed to be done to make this planet their own. He had to stop worrying about the Vulcan animals and plants that were not thriving on this new world.
Those worries, those concerns were not his to bear right now. Thinking about his younger counterpart whom he had convinced to stay aboard the Enterprise, stay in Star Fleet was not his concern. It was illogical to be jealous of his younger self, especially when there was so much he had to do here. So much that people relied on him for. He pushed thoughts of a young starship Captain that shared similar aspects of the soul with the man he knew as Kirk. He pushed the whispers from a bond he thought was long broken and dead with the death of his Kirk, to the recesses of his heart. Gold and blue eyes haunting him as he had to reread the necessary information on the PADD to do the work he had been assigned.
