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“And there are those perfect Vulcan calculations.” She snorted softly, mostly out of amusement. “And I thought y’all are touch telepaths? You know, can’t read other people’s minds without some kind of physical contact? How could you possibly know that about the Tellarite? And you can’t say the look on his face because Tellarites always look like they’re down to fight.” She glanced over at the scene, trying to figure out what he was seeing. “I really think I should jump in there to stop this madness before someone ends up dead.” 

“I’m a better telepath than most Vulcans.” A little teasing as he watched the Caitian start to tcrowd the tellarite. Setting down the iten he had been smelling, he decided to finally put an end to the scene. Walking over to the two beings, he rested a hand on both their shoulders. For a moment, it looked as though he might become hte target of their anger, but within a matter of moments, the two were smiling and making up, leaving him to go back to his aromatics. “There. Wasn’t anything but a bit of an overreaction on both parts.” 

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“Hmmm…?” She curiously turned to the man speaking to her and shrugged. “I mean, yeah, but it’s only obvious that there’s an eighty percent chance there might be a fight and that would be rather unfortunate in such a confined space. I only came here to buy something and I can’t leave until I find it.” She’d been torn between the awkward situation happening behind her and trying to find what she’d come for in the first place to notice the strange man’s ears- until now. “And if it came down to it, you’d have a much better chance at leave this place unharmed, even though it’s strange to find a Vulcan in here.”   

His eyes lingered on the scene, brows drawing together slightly as he tried to get a better feel on the situation at hand. “Eighty three point si percent. The Tellarite, surprisingly, isn’t as committed to the fight as he seems.” Picking up one of the aromatics that he had been speaking of, he took a deep breath and smiled to himself. It was as though he was oblivious to the fight that seemed to be growing more angered if the rising sound of voices was anything to go on. Glancing back at the two beings fighting, he sighed. “Their scene really is distracting.”

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Like for some version of Sybok in your life.

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“You seem to be picking up on the tension in the room.” The remark came with a nod toward a caitian who was eyeing a tellarite male and his mate rather warily. The entire room seemed accutely aware of the tension, perhaps due to the small nature of the shop. Everyone except Sybok who seemed content to watch it play out. “A pity since it’s more enjoyable here when you relax. The aromatics are something more species find soothing. Normally.”

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Sybok

Send a character’s name and my muse will explain their relationship with them.

 TOS era

“He is my son. We have not spoken in many years. I do not believe he would wish to speak with me.”

Movie era (pre-ST V)

“He is my son. He has chosen his own path, seen his own logic in that path, and he follows it. Though I cannot say I see the logic in it, I cannot say there is no logic to be seen in it. Though I remain uncertain he would wish to speak with me, I remain, as ever, interested in his career.”

TNG Era

“He was my son and though I would have wished his life would have extended far beyond my own, I am pleased that he died with purpose and in a noble act. I regret that he never knew how proud I was of him. He was one of the few Vulcans to define their own kind of logic and find their own path. Though I fear it may have led him down a dark path, he was my son… My son…”

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Toying with a new icon style. What do we think?

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       My full face of 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕦𝕡 cost more than your 𝕔𝕒𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕪𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥.                   If you make me cry, I will reapply it with your ʟɪᴠᴇʀ. 

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Janeway Unnecessarily Touches Her First Officer Repeatedly: Voyager, a summary. 

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Made my new TOS/STD!Sybok icons instead of getting ready for work. Like for some younger Original Series Sybok.

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Made my new TOS/STD!Sybok icons instead of getting ready for work. Like for some younger Original Series Sybok.

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Michael is only two years younger than Sybok. That means when Sybok appears in Sarek’s life at 19, dude already had a de facto teenage daughter he’d been raising and an 11 year old son. Like, that seems stressful as fuck for Sarek.