The Vulcan Series Table of Content: Ep. 1: The Needs of the Many Ep. 2: The Needs of the Few Ep. 3: 'T' Minus Negative Ep. 4: A Pon Too Farr Ep. 5: Seeing is Believing, Part 1 Ep. 6: Seeing is Believing, Part 2 Ep. 7: Mind in a Vat The Vulcan Character Highlighs - Episode 6: Seeing is Believing, Part 2 Boarding aperture between the PIn'a Tlhutlh and the Mystic Spirit Waugg is finishing his final business with Thaddeus Mudd. Waugg clips his small personal data pad to his belt and gives Todd a firm pat on the shoulder, knocking Todd a half step sideways. Waugg says, "It was worth every credit. Waugg'ta and his sister will be talking about it for weeks. He is really interested in magic, after that." "Well, it was my…our pleasure. He is a fine lad. But, we really have to rush off. I'm sorry to say, but you are a businessman, you know how it is." Waugg answers, "Of course. I won't hold you up any longer. The crew of the Vulcan are waiting my return in the main salon." The Klingon looks around at the cluster of creates, chests, and miscellaneous magic show equipment piled along the corridor. Lushas is being directed by Helga in loading a rolling table with more props. The Andorian woman has changed into a more serviceable worker's set of coveralls. "Why don't I send some of the crew down to help you load? They can get you loaded in no time," Waugg offers. He is watching Lushas try to push the ladened table without dropping anything off of it. "No, but thank you. Lushas has this down to a science. She knows where everything goes. No need for any of your crew to be here… ah… wasting their valuable time just hanging around. You go entertain your guests. We'll be loaded and launched in less than forty minutes." Waugg gives Todd another rough pat on the shoulder and nods. "Very well. Perhaps I will call you for Waugg'ta's birthday, if he's still interested in magic by then." Waugg heads back up the corridor. He stops briefly to thank Helga, while Lushas finally manages to get her burden over the boarding threshold and parked aboard the Mystic Spirit, before turning back for another load. Todd directs Lushas in loading another rolling cart high with his magic show paraphernalia. "Be careful with that, my dear. We can't make a living if my equipment is broken." Lushas struggles mildly with the next heavy load. as it rolls up the low ramp into the Mystic Spirit's receiving cabin and transporter room. Helga makes no move to help and Todd only puts a guiding hand on the corner to direct the load from hitting the transporter console. Helga asks, "I thought you said you have made us rich. We shouldn't have to worry about this junk. We need to get going." "Mother, how many times have I told you, I am an artist. These are my brushes, my paints, and my canvas. I can't just throw them away?" Lushas stops pushing when the load reaches the edge of the transporter platform. She straightens up and wipes her hands on her hips. "Well I better get my share, since you two don't seem to be able to even lift a paint brush from these important art supplies." Todd reassures his Andorian assistant. "You'll get compensated, just like I promised. But hurry and get the last load. We can't just leave it all behind, or someone will get suspicious." Todd raises his voice with a little passion. "A great magician needs his equipment." Dropping his voice back down, he says, "Besides, no matter how rich I've made us, this stuff still costs me a very pretty penny." A space view of the Mystic Spirit underneath the Pln'a Tlhutlh The smaller ship, Mystic Spirit, is attached to the underside of the Pln'a Tlhutlh. The power aboard the small craft begins to come on. The viewports glow, the running lights wink on as the vessel makes ready for departure. The larger Vulcan, in the background, flies in company with the private Klingon space yacht. S'Talla, from her Captain's Log: "The crew of the Vulcan joined, by invitation, the crew and guests of a wealthy Klingon businessman, to watch the Great Zaddius and Company perform aboard the private Klingon yacht, Pln'a Tlhutlh. Many of us met our first Klingons, and watched an Earth style magic show performed by an Earthling by the name of Thaddeus Mudd. Coincidentally, Skyvik had met one of the Klingons aboard the yacht before. Old enemies had become new friends. A fascinating social dynamic that I am at a loss to explain. Perhaps professional soldiers are able to keep their jobs separated and recognize that actions during war do not have to define who we are. After the magic show, Mudd said, the Great Zaddius and Company had to race away to their next engagement. We stayed long enough to enjoy one last round of Klingon hospitality. We too needed to get on with our own mission to catch the Vaikar-Kau-Bureki." The main salon of the PIn'a Tlhutlh The talk is about the magic show and a round of new drinks being served. The bloodwine and firewine being passed around are a little more tame than Chech'tluth, only a little more tame. S'Talla asks Toallas, "Do you have tea? If not, water will do very well." "Of course." Replies the happy Klingon woman. "We have several varieties of tea. We even have a Federation import of black tea, will that do?" S'Talla bows her head. "That would be perfect. Thank you." Sam asks, "Do you have a small cup of that Chech'tluth fifty-seven? I really did like that. However, when it comes to holding my liquor, in my country, I'm a lightweight, so just a shot is all I want." Toallas smiles an appreciative smile at Sam. "I am so glad you like it. It is a family favorite." Toallas turns and calls to Tork, "Tork, would you bring us a small cup of the fifty-seven." Tork responds, "Of course." The old Klingon turns with a sneer and heads off, tray in hand. Toallas tells her guests, "Tork is wonderful. He has been with my family since before Waugg and I got married. I am so glad he chose to stay with us. Help like that is impossible to find." Ya and Ne approach their host, Waugg. They have to look up quite far to address the tall, corpulent Klingon. Ya begins, "We wish to thank you personally…" "... for inviting us to watch the Great Zaddius," Ne finishes. "We left Bynar to explore the galaxy…" Ya picks the conversation back up. "... and have new experiences. We have not met any Klingons before," Ne adds, "...nor have we seen a magic show. It is…" Both of them say together, "...very exciting. Thank you." Waugg answers, "I am glad you enjoyed it. I have never had the chance to meet Bynars before either. It is good to get out once in a while. My warrior days are past, but I think getting out to travel again would be good for my family. I am traveling on business for this trip. Maybe a pleasure cruise is called for in the near future. "Thank you for accepting my invitation. I hope you are also enjoying the bloodwine. It is an old family recipe. A specialty, in fact." Ya and Ne have been holding two full goblets of wine. They look at each other and silently decide how to respond. Together they turn back to their generous host and say, nodding their heads in unison, "Um hum! Excellent." "Ha ha! Thank you. Please drink up. There is plenty." Their friendly host encourages them. He raises his glass to prompt them to enjoy their own drinks immediately. Naxx, an empty cup of wine in his hand, steps over and saves his two crew mates. "If I'm not interrupting anything... but, I have been wondering about the script displayed on the wall. Would you please tell me, is that Klingon poetry? My Klingon is very rusty, however, I believe I recognize the piece." The large Klingon turns from his two small purple guests, relieving them of having to drink more of the blood wine in their cups. Naxx walks the Klingon over to admire the framed script on the wall. Charlie and T'Pia join the two Bynars. Charlie asks, "You don't really like the wine, do you?" Assuming the answer to be yes, Charlie continues without waiting for their response. "The hard part is knowing what the best approach is to take. When I was in secondary school, I once got invited over to my girlfriend's house for dinner. Her parents served me chòu dòufu. It was one of their favorite foods, but I had never had it before and I had to force myself to get past the smell, just so I didn't insult them. I ate it, but I hated it. It was tangy, sour and musty, but it was the smell that really made it hard to eat. I told them it was excellent, though. "You know what? I dated that girl for six months and every time I went to dinner, her mother made that stinky tofu. It was horrible. They thought I loved it, so they made sure to have it when I came to dinner. By the end, I had actually learned to like it before I finally told my girlfriend that I hadn't been telling the truth. She laughed so hard I got angry." Ya nods and asks, "Is that why you did not…" Ne completes the question, "... pair with her?" Charlie looks quizzical. "Oh no, we paired, we paired a lot." It was Ya and Ne's turn to look quizzical. "It must be difficult to be…" "...separated from your paired half by so much…" Ne fills in. Ya finishes the sentence. "... distance." Charlie shakes his head. "What? No, we didn't marry or anything. I went off to Houston Texas, for four weeks, to compete in the National Young Engineers Development Race. When I got back, she had another boyfriend. Said I was too nerdy for her." "We do not understand," Ne states. Ya explains, "On Bynar, when you choose to pair, …" Ne finishes, "... two halves complete the whole." Both of them say together, "It is the final stage in Bynar development into adults." Charlie smiles and nods. "Master Po used to say stuff like that. 'We are all halves of a whole mind. We must choose to be awake to the thoughts of the whole.' " Charlie imitated the speech of his Shaolin tutor. T'Pia comments, "Vulcan training tells us to be awake to the Vulcan mind. Our individual minds are only a component. We use logic to help us see the greater mind of Unity." Ya and Ne both says together, "Unity of mind; two as one." Ne adds, "That is the Bynar philosophy." "Who would have thought," Charlie comments, obviously happy. "that I would come halfway across the quadrant, and beam aboard a Klingon ship, only to find my Shaolin teachers have followed me." On board the Vulcan, in Randool's converted cargo bay T'Perl, Spalloz, and Randool are standing around a half scale holographic projection of Spalloz's design. Maybellene is sitting uncovered behind them. Spalloz' MISER racing design looks fast and nimble. The bubble canopy is tilted up to allow viewing of the interior two seater cockpit. "It is designed to provide the maximum response from a minimal adjustment of the controls." Spalloz is saying. Vulcan interrupts. "Mister Harrix, T'Perl, you are on watch, so I am informing you. I have been monitoring activities aboard the PIn'a Tlhutlh, and have observed some anomalous activities performed by the Mystic Spirit, the small vessel attached to the companion port underneath. I do not find a context in any historical data to explain it. Perhaps you can." T'Perl asks, "What have you observed?" Vulcan explains, "I have not connected with either ships' computers, because I did not wish to be intrusive, so I do not know in detail what is happening aboard. Our crew are staying together as they move through the PIn'a Tlhutlh. I have been keeping track of them through their communicators, considering what happened on board the future Romulan laboratory, Chiron Station." T'Perl says, "Of course. Continue." Vulcan continues. "This involves an unknown Human that the Mystic Spirit has used its transporters to move from a large crowded room, with our people in it, to an isolated section that looks to be the private passenger quarters and master's quarters, then back again. I picked out a very odd electronic signal the individual in question seemed to be emitting. It was similar, but simpler than the signals that occasionally broadcast from the cap Mister Santiana wears. I can find no other reference to an electronic signature like it in the Vulcan or Federation databases." "I have not accessed the database or internal security systems aboard the PIn'a Tlhutlh or the Mystic Spirit. Do you think I should do that?" Not waiting for an answer, Vulcan explains, "I would not want another ship to attempt such an intrusion against me. However, I am concerned for the safety of my crew, so I am uncertain of the ethical considerations." T'Perl considers the ship's words for a moment. Spalloz takes the moment of silence to respond. "It is always a good guide to decide moral principles based on a self-reflective view. The universe has a clear reciprocal nature to it. Every action results in a reaction, so consideration of others as if they were you is a fundamentally logical approach. Vulcans are taught, 'we define our ethics through our actions.' However, ships and their computers are not conscious, self-aware beings. There is no intrusion from that point of view. The ship's owners and captains may find such intrusions objectionable, though. A trespass, as a precaution for a baseless and imagined threat to our crew, may not be enough to justify an invasion of privacy or security." Randool adds, "There is an ancient saying among my people. 'How you treat others tells others how you wish to be treated'." "I understand. I shall remain vigilant and maintain a passive watch," states Vulcan. "Does the behavior I have described sound normal to you? Can you explain to me what has happened?" T'Perl answers, "No, it neither sounds normal, nor can we explain it. But that does not mean there is not a very reasonable or normal explanation. We lack good facts to act upon." Vulcan responds, "I follow your logic. I will return to my watch now. Thank you. You have helped me to clarify an important principle by which to make decisions." After a moment of silence, T'Perl asks her two companions, "I have not had many conversations with a computer before. Do computers often concern themselves with ethics like that?" Randool says, "I have had many conversations with ship's computers, they are highly intelligent, but I also have never had a conversation about ethics where it included the computer's perspective. That must have been some checkup, those scientists gave our ship." Spalloz asks his companions, "Do you think the… Vulcan's concerns about the activities aboard the Klingon ship are worth investigating more deeply?" "Yes," answers T'Perl. "I will return to the transporter room and monitor from there. At least one of you should report to the bridge. Sadek is on duty there."