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Kaara Soora

History of Soora

Name: Kaara Soora

 

Preferred name: Soora

 

Gender: Female

 

Species: Vulcan-human hybrid

 

Place of Birth: St. Mary’s, Georgia, United States, Earth

 

Date of Birth: November 5, 2400

 

Age: 20

 

Hair Color: Black

 

Eye Color: Blue

 

Height: 5 feet, 10 inches

 

Weight: 130 lbs.

 

History:

 

Soora was born into a small family of just her human mother and part-Vulcan father. When she was born, her parents had quite a shock. Her father had no outward appearance of being Vulcan, and only his innards were the way a Vulcan’s are configured. When Soora was born, however, she had jet-black hair, pale skin and green blood, her left ear was human and her right was Vulcan, and her innards were just as her father’s were, like a true Vulcan’s.

 

As the months passed after Soora’s birth, her parents became increasingly worried. Apparently, their daughter had also inherited the increased strength of Vulcans, and her mother was shocked at how quickly her daughter learned to use sign language, to crawl, and soon after walk, and then to talk.

 

Her father, angry, thinking that Dandre had cheated on him with some bloody Vulcan, left before she was a year old. Dandre and Soora stayed in Georgia for a few years, until Soora was in pre-school and then in pre-k and kindergarten.

 

Once she was in kindergarten, Soora came to realize that she was very much different from her human friends. St. Mary’s was a small town, and soon Soora was being teased at school for her mismatched ears and being part of a species without a home.

 

Dandre decided it was time for them to move. She taught her daughter how to keep her hair down over her Vulcan ear, and told her not to let herself be cut. Even though Soora found that hiding her heritage was hard, she knew it was worth it. In Virginia, where the mother and daughter moved, Soora found a niche in to which to fall. She got straight A’s all through her school career, and took all of the advanced courses she could, almost finding them too easy. Her mother, working two jobs, managed to get enough money together to buy lessons at a dojo for her daughter, who sometimes had troubles controlling her strength. This Soora excelled at, and in high school got a job at the same dojo as a sensei. Her mother then only worked one job, and the two had more time to see and get to know one another.

 

When Soora was 15, her high school began offering Emergency Medical Technician and nursing courses. Relieved to be doing something she didn’t already know, Soora enrolled in the EMT course, and then got her CVA.

 

Right after this, Dandre died in an accident, said to a ‘freak gasoline fight accident.’ Soora knew the truth, after doing some investigation of her own when the police failed to. She kept her mouth shut about it, though, and doesn’t talk much of her mother, unless someone asks why she went into medical field. Then she tells that person, ‘because my mother encouraged me to. She told me I had a healing touch.’

 

Since Soora had more than enough credits to graduate with honors from high school, she did so at the age of 16. From there she wondered what to do next with her life. She had no idea where her father could be, and he was the only relative that she knew about. She decided to save up to book a passage to New Vulcan.

The ticket was not as much as she had thought. After selling the small house her mother had purchased, and most of their belongings, Soora left for the spacedock with a large canvas bag across her back. She had kept her mother’s sparse collection of jewelry, the cards from holidays, legal documents, and little else. She carried a few days worth of clean clothes, her money, her ebook reader and tricorder, and few vanity items. On board the ship taking her to New Vulcan, which was a few days of travel at full warp, she cut her hair from its middle-of-the-back length to the middle of her neck. She experimented with tucking her hair behind her right Vulcan ear. She had let her bangs grow long, and she kept them this way. She did not have the eyebrows, and she wondered how the Vulcans would react to this.

 

On board of the freighter she had booked passage on, she was the only one heading for New Vulcan. Her stop was a pit stop that no one really seemed willing to make. She didn’t blame them. Despite the new despising of the Vulcans, she had never been fond of them. Her great-grandfather, a full Vulcan on a trip to Earth, had met a human woman there. He, for lack of better words, fell in love with her. He impregnated her. He had to leave on an urgent matter, and promised to return. He never did. The woman, still in love with him, raised the boy they had made to love his Vulcan heritage. He asked often about his father. ‘Where is he? When is he returning?’ the boy would ask nearly every day. The mother would always insist that the father was doing business, but he loved the boy very much.

 

The boy eventually came into maturity. He realized then that his mother had been lying to him. Outraged, the man would try to hide his Vulcan features, ashamed to come from a place where people did not hold their word. He passed this on to his daughter, who passed it on to her son, who did not get a chance to pass it on to his daughter. Along the way, the Vulcan’s name was forgotten, either intentionally or not. The overwhelming amount of human genomes squashed the dominant Vulcan genome.

 

Soora often ponders if her mother was part Vulcan as well, and that is why she had so many of the Vulcan features and traits. Or perhaps, she wonders sometimes, her father was right, and Dandre had cheated on him with a full Vulcan.

 

The days passed, and soon the freighter arrived at the spacedock on New Vulcan. From what Soora had read in her history classes, the original Vulcan was a hot planet, with no large masses of water accumulating anywhere. It did not have a moon.

 

The planet which Spock had chosen different, and yet similar. There were lakes and ponds, but there were no oceans. There were mountains with snow covering their peaks. The planet still did not have a moon, and the planet was hot during most of the year. Soora soon became accustomed to the heat.

 

She was initially met at the spacedock by a group of Vulcans from the Academy. They regarded her appearance with no emotion, though she knew that she was different. She had called ahead before she had sold the house on Earth, and gotten the approval to come attend the Academy. Even though it had been a number of years since the destruction of their home world, the Vulcan numbers were bleak. They could not be overly picky on someone being full-blooded, especially when the Federation frowned upon the species as a while.

 

The Vulcans greeted her, and led her to the Academy. She was given a bunk in a room with three other Vulcan girls. She set down her things, and then the Vulcans, whom she soon learned were all senior students, led her to a room where she was to have a placement test.

 

She stood in the middle of the room, hands behind her back, struggling to keep her face blank despite her nervousness. The computer asked her questions, and she answered, sometimes after a short pause. But, still, she knew all of the answers.

 

After about an hour of such testing, an adult Vulcan, looking around fifty Earth years, entered the room. He looked at her, his eyes searching over her appearance. She suddenly felt very small, and very foolish for thinking that she would be accepted here.

 

“You have passed, and are to be placed in the advanced courses. Come with me, and we will discuss your preferences for classes,” he said, and she followed him out of the room and into his office. “Tell me what you studied on Earth.”

 

She took a breath to steady herself and her voice. “I studied whatever was offered in the schools. I took medical courses near the end of my schooling.” She produced out of her bag a transcript from her school career. He studied it for a minute.

 

“You excelled in all of your classes. They did not find this odd for a human?” She had informed the liaison of her hiding her heritage from the humans on Earth. The liaison had said that that seemed logical to do.

 

“If anyone thought so, they did not say so, sir. They were just happy to have such a quiet and excelling student, I imagine. Not all students are so courteous.”

 

“Indeed.” The counselor, named Irik, moved to his console and began to type. He turned the screen around for her to see as well. “I have set up for you to be in the medical classes. I also have set up for navigation and other such necessary skills to have on a starship. Is there anything else?”

 

“Sir, I would like to take some kind of martial arts class as well. I used to practice every day on Earth.” She wondered if there was such a class.

 

“Very well.” He turned the screen back around and continued to type. “With your record, and the course schedule I have set for you, you should graduate in under two years.”

 

“I am grateful for your help.”

 

He looked blankly at her. “It is my job, Soora. Vulcans are not grateful.” He tapped some more. “I have set up a mentor to meet with you and tutor you on Vulcan ways. Is that acceptable?”

 

Soora felt her face rush with blood. Green blood. “Yes, sir.”

 

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Soora found her roommates, three Vulcan females, to be… interesting. Her human female friends back home used to talk about boys, about actors, about some handsome Star Fleet officer. These Vulcans did none of this. They sat on their beds or at their desks and did their homework. They spoke to each other in Vulcan, so that Soora could not understand them. Only when they addressed her did they speak in English. This made Soora very frustrated, and hoped that Irik had put Vulcan as one of her classes in her course schedule.

 

Soon, Soora was into the swing of things at the New Vulcan Academy. She met with her mentor every day in the morning. They had breakfast together. Her mentor was a pretty Vulcan female, named T’pey, who, through their breakfast meetings, would try to teach Soora the ways of New Vulcan. These meetings often left Soora with more questions than before.

 

The martial arts styles of Vulcan were very different from Earth, and so Soora had to start at the bottom and work her way back up again. She picked it up quickly, however, and soon started to gain respect from the Vulcans she sparred with. It seemed that since their move to New Vulcan and the generations that followed, there has been a few new styles created for practical use, and not just for ceremonial use anymore. The Vulcans thought it necessary to know practical hand-to-hand combat for when they were off-planet and on more hostile worlds.

 

Her other classes she found challenging, and thus enjoyable. Within a year she had earned the equivalent of her doctorate in Medical sciences, and afterward worked in the Academy Hospital. After earning her doctorate, she focused then on her engineering, navigation and language courses. Although she also had a number of science courses, mainly corresponding with engineering, she tried to spread out her focus, even if she found the courses on quantum physics and the like less interesting.

 

Just as her counselor had said, she found herself graduating at just over her two-year mark. Her mentor had also helped her with her Vulcan, thus speeding up her comprehension. T’pey had taught Soora about the way to meditate, what constituted as an emotion and what did not, and how to suppress said emotions. T’pey, though, also warned her about suppressing her emotions too much.

 

“We Vulcans are very emotional, whether we admit it or not. We love just as humans do, perhaps more so. We envy others accomplishments and strive to be better ourselves as a result. We get angry often, but that is why we meditate. Without order and control, our world, our everyday lives, would be chaotic. You, Soora, are at a disadvantage on this front. You did not grow up around your kind. You do not know our ways. And yet, you are as smart and as logical as the rest of us. You still show your emotions, but that is no surprise. That takes more than a couple years of practice to master, especially at your young age. Understand, Soora. Any non-Vulcan would think you one without question. Only one of us can truly identify one of us.”

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Personal Log: Leaving New Vulcan

 

I sit here in the small house I have rented while I finish up my duties at the Academy Hospital. It's been almost a year since I have graduated from the Academy, and yet I have remained on New Vulcan. I do not know the reason for my attachment to this place, except that this is the only place where I have truly felt welcome and at home. I do not have to hide who I am here, though I still do a little.

 

Three years ago I was ashamed to call myself part-Vulcan... and now I am proud of my Vulcan heritage. Perhaps my great-grandfather left and did indeed intend to return, but somehow got injured or killed in his journeys. While I wish to know, there is no way to find out, not without his name.

 

I met a Vulcan male that, despite what his face and voice say, I know is intrigued. I still have not mastered keeping those kind of thoughts from my mind, and thus from my face. I have no doubt that he knows my feelings. His name is Kolak. While we have the same interests, and we have much to speak about, he is to be married to another. He of course has a choice in the matter, but he chooses still not to release her from the bond. This makes me angry, for if he would I would stay here. But he will not, because of the ties her family and his have. It's deeply political, he tells me, and she is not so bad.

 

When I went to say farewell to him, for he works at the Hospital as well, he asked me to walk with him. I did. He opened a closet and pulled me inside with him, and then closed the door again.

 

“Don't leave, Soora.” he said, and I could hear desperation in his voice. “I'll release her-- I'll marry you--”

 

I made a very human move and put a finger on his lips. He silenced. “Kolak, don't ruin your career for me. I know you love me, there is no need to say it. I want to go out into the galaxy and make a difference somewhere. Keep in touch with me.”

 

“I will,” he said, then bent down that inch to kiss me. “You are very bold, to go out into the galaxy, being a Vulcan.”

 

“I know their thoughts on us. I am not afraid.”

 

“I know.” He rubbed my cheek softly with his hand. “I love you Soora.”

 

I kissed his hand. “As I love you.”

 

We left the closet one at a time. I went to say goodbye to the others I had friended, and then I left.

 

I have bought some new clothes since coming to New Vulcan. The shops are pretty sparse here, compared to the megamalls of Earth. But, still, I found some suitable clothing, and a larger bag. Even though I have no more items except for the clothes, I still wanted a nicer, larger bag. I suppose to want is not very Vulcan of me, but considering it was the only thing I bought for me, I suppose that this is not that bad.

 

T'pey gave me the IDIC pendant on a necklace, and I wear it under my shirt as I write this. Saying goodbye to her was hard. I wanted to show her I could carry it out without emotion, but I failed. She understood, though, and gave me a brief hug, even though we had never touched before that.

 

Right before writing this, I booked a room on another freighter that is heading off-planet somewhere. I don't remember exactly where, but I suppose it doesn't matter. I'll find my way. I just have to be sure to avoid Star Fleet, the Federation, and anyone else who looks ill on me and my people. I have a lot to offer to a colony or even a starship, so I hope I can find one in a legal business to offer my services to.

 

It is late, and I have to be at the spacedock early. I will write again, perhaps when I arrive.

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