Single Vulcan Male

[Savros 0]

Savros sat browsing through the profiles that had been forwarded to him. What could be said about the problems of arranged marriages seemed to pale in comparison to last minute shopping. Vulcan males simply could not be trusted to make a decision in a reasonable amount of time. And time was in short supply…

 

A sudden surge of rage filled him. His eyes seethed. Had he not been on board a shuttle for Vulcan, he would have had an overwhelming concern to break something…but he was prepared. He grabbed a previously replicated pry bar and bend it. Although he did not have the strength to break it outright, he maliciously moved it back and forth like a paper clip till it snapped in two. His usual temperament returned a moment later.

 

He considered the decisions that brought him here. The guardian portal he had studied as a Starfleet officer. The unfortunate death of his parents while studying the crystalline entity. The false onset of Pon Farr. The precipitous flight and subsequent return. The illogic of it all was disconcerting. Then he remembered the moment he chose to leave.

 

He stared into the Guardian portal and pondered his options. With no living family and few close friends, he had no close ties to remain here. The prospect of seeing history unfold excited him. This thought he focused on, allowed it to fester and grow, till finally illogic became logic. In this state of internal struggle, he did the human thing; he closed his eyes and stepped through.

 

Savros did not know the lengths others went to avoid reaching sexual maturity, but he knew that the Vulcan government avoided a discussion of such statistics. For him it had been an after thought. The effect of such portal journeys cannot be predicted, he remembered his thoughts prior to entering the portal. It might cause disorientation, affect cognitive skills, and might remove the effect of the Pon Farr. No one would have predicted that it would come, not in the usual building, but in waves.

 

He could be in complete control one minute and feel a wave of disorientation the next. The disorientation waves could cause him unconsciousness, surges of desire, aggressiveness, etc. Although he could not yet predict the outcome, he had formulated a theory of the time between waves. It was an exponentially decreasing time function. If his calculations were correct, he had about 3 weeks left to live. If you subtract a week for travel to Vulcan, there would be 2 weeks remaining. That left no time for extensive thought. He had to be decisive.

 

He returned the pieces of the broken pry bar into the storage container and noticed there were no other fresh pieces. Each of the 10 bars had been bent, twisted or otherwise distorted. To borrow a human expression, the last two days of his trip would indeed be long.