Star Trek

same.He is thinner and smaller than his peers, carrying a luggage bag that does not match his age (of course Syran will not know that it was left by Sam), with a PADD under his arm, and he is idly looking at the crowd who are reluctant to say goodbye. The girl even cried.

He looked cool and unflappable, Syran thought, like a Vulcan kid.

He is responsible for guiding the entire team to Shi'Kahr from San Francisco by spaceship, and there is an empty seat next to him-at the front of the spaceship, with an excellent view.Previously, he planned to admire the stars and sea by himself, but now he changed his mind—maybe it would be a good idea to invite that skinny, weird-looking little guy together.

Syran lifted the hood to reveal his pointed ears, walked between curious parents and other children, and passed the friendly or hostile eyes, and handed the blue-eyed boy the first passable magnetic card.

No matter how fascinating the starry sky is, staring at it for dozens of hours in a row will not be a good experience.The initial freshness wears off quickly. After a long space flight, most of the kids are exhausted, but Jim—and only Jim—is still full of energy.He was even the first to jump off the floating ladder—uncomfortable with the Vulcan heat and wide-eyed at the endless expanse of fiery red desert; his blue eyes glowed warmly against the red light.

"Whoa..." the boy murmured, "A red planet, that's amazing."

Syran had re-dressed in her black Vulcan robes by the time he reached him.There was a small welcome party (in fact, most Vulcans dismissed the visit to Earth), and the children were ordered to distribute hats and light shirts to protect their delicate human skin from the scorching Vulcan sun.

Twenty tired, restless children stood crookedly in a row, Syran waved the rest of the tribe to leave first, and then stood in front of them, holding a PADD to read the list of assigned host families.

"Adam Franklin, Professor Sukee's home."

"Linsey Perrin Jr., home of Elder T'Fabir."

"Amy Walen Johnson, Mr. Savil's home."

……

Then, Syran was surprised to see the name of his mentor on the next list.He blinked his eyes and reconfirmed the two-dimensional image. It was indeed the familiar serious face—oh, Jim, the kid, seemed to be lucky enough to be assigned—

"James Tiberius Kirk, ambassador of Sarek."

3.【Spirk】White Lie

If Jim is willing to admit it, he's worried and restless on the way to Sarek's ambassador's residence—in general, he's nervous.And at this moment, no one can soothe the anxiety of a ten-year-old.He's holding the PADD, which has pictures of his mom and brother on it, and his dad's—the Kirk one, of course.He held it in his arms, as if holding it with courage and stability.

Although he did receive the friendly signals from Syran along the way, Jim still couldn't convince himself to trust him in just a few hours - it's not that he can't trust people, he's just, well, not so quick.He needs time, probably.

He was so worried that he needed to hold something to calm himself: if his mother was there, he would hold his hand; if it was his brother, Sam would allow him to hold the hem of his shirt.But Syran is no one. Jim didn't think the man with the ridiculous haircut and serious expression walking ahead to his left would let himself snuggle up to him like a little animal—or a part of it.

So he straightened his backpack straps: James Kirk you can do it, you're a Kirk, of course you can do it.Don't be a crying little girl.

The spaceship's berthing port was quite a distance from Ambassador Sarek's home, and the hovercraft could not send them directly to the gate of the mansion - due to some security considerations.In other words, right now, two people, one big and one small, are trekking in the hot desert of Vulcan.

Jim felt thirsty after walking for a while, and took out the water bottle (which had his beloved LadyMia on it) from the backpack behind him.The cool—no, actually warmed by the scorching heat of the red planet—the liquid slid down his esophagus, more or less giving the boy some comfort.Some water leaked to the surface and was quickly evaporated.

He was a little hesitant to invite Mr. Syran to quench his thirst. The Vulcan turned his head as if he had eyes behind his back, and gave him a—perhaps a friendly smile by Vulcan standards—expression (in fact, he It's just that the eyebrows are raised a little bit, Jim never knew he was a Vulcan micro-expression reading master): "I appreciate your kindness, but Vulcans don't need as much water as humans." He paused, Added a sentence that sounds easier to understand, "We are used to this climate."

"…Okay, sir. I see." Jim blinked.

"If you're tired right now," Syran looked down at him, but not arrogantly, in fact, he was a little friendlier than most adults on Earth, "maybe this news will lift your spirits: we'll be there soon."

Jim was pleasantly surprised to find that where the Vulcans live is much cooler than when they're directly exposed to the air.He doesn't know how far away, but it looks like something like a cave dwelling hundreds of years ago on Earth.In short, he is now standing in the middle of the hall, wiping his sweat and waiting anxiously for the host of the host family to appear. Syran went in to report, and he was alone again, with several slightly wary Vulcan eyes on him now - dark, deep, inscrutable.

After 10 minutes (maybe half a year, who knows), Syran finally comes out, along with two other people: a very serious-looking, very old-fashioned figure, and his beautiful, veiled wife.And under that veil—Jim mentally wows, are those human eyes?

Syran walked up to Jim: "Allow me to have the honor to introduce to you, this is Ambassador Sarek, son of the Honorable Elder T'Pau, and this is his wife, Ms. Amanda Grayson. This is from Earth Iowa Mr. JamesTiberiusKirk. I have explained the specific regulations of homestay and exchange activities on the spaceship. Kirk, the copy of the information has also been sent to your PADD. If there is anything unclear, you can always ask me through PADD. Then , if there is no other matter, I will resign first."

He looked at Sarek first, raised his hand in a strange gesture, and then bowed slightly to Jim.After Sarek salutes back, Jim nods carefully and carefully.

Syran left shortly after that.Didn't tell Jim where he was going.So JimKirk, now came to a strange environment again.He clenched his backpack strap uneasily, thinking about how to greet the two "landlords" who sounded very distinguished in front of him.

Where he didn't see it, Sarek waved away all the servants in the hall.And just when Jim hesitated to speak, the beautiful lady knelt down in front of him, touched his little face in an extremely intimate posture, and showed the first bright smile he saw on Vulcan: "How cute Sweetheart. So Jim, would you like to come and see Spock with me? My son is in class with his tutor, and they're finishing classes soon."

Her smile was so warm and sweet that Jim blinked a little, and it reminded him of his mother.And the other name - did not stir the slightest ripple in the pool of his memory.

Jim felt angry.He hasn't been this angry in a long time, not when Sam left the house, not when Frank beat him up after another drunk, not even the first time Winona yelled at him for a trivial matter.

But now, facing this boy who is slightly taller than him with a ridiculous hairstyle, he can't restrain the flames of anger from licking his heart: this haughty, conceited little Vulcan bastard is fighting with a haughty, self-assured manner. Big eyes slowly scanned his body, as if Jim was born taller than him—no, not in terms of height.

The boy named Spock got off his chair and came up to them.The governess greeted Mrs. Amanda and left before Spock said haughtily, "Mother, I can't understand why I have to live with these illogical coconuts on Earth for sixty standard days."

Even though he was talking to Amanda, he was looking at Jim with utter disdain, which made Earth Boy even more angry.He almost gritted a few words between his teeth: "Don't forget, your mother is also human."

Of course he could see it.Only humans have such beautiful and affectionate eyes