Only a few words, this time, my friends, by way of opening: here you will be able to understand what I wanted to say, in the gloss of the previous chapter, with that my sentence:
By jove! Before, Malcolm and Hoshi, and, now, Phlox, surrounded by his gizmos! And with that so pensive and bewildered expression!
By jove! Before, Malcolm and Hoshi, and, now, Phlox, surrounded by his gizmos! And with that so pensive and bewildered expression!
Look up here
Begins it to become a little clearer, my friends? Yes?
Night Advances - Again a little more yet - Sickbay.
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Time has arrived that I go to bed. Certainly it's difficult to find sleep after all of what I observed and knew and became aware of in this night, considering that some of the things I was able to see, are hidden from everyone, for now, even from the Captain, and I'm sure they will be fraught with important events.
Sleeping will be hard even more considering the happiness I feel inside. Yes, I have no problem admitting it. I'm capable of dealing with this sort of feeling, Denobulans are not as emotional as Tellarites or as brash as Andorians, but certainly they are not boiled fishes. And then, how couldn't I feel happy, when I saw the Captain find himself again? His teasing toward me takes a new flavour, in the light of this.
And, all the more so, how couldn't I feel happy, knowing that my two Commanders are able to have finally what they deserve?
Well, what can I say? I feel a bit responsible for them, considering that, someway, I allowed their love story to begin, when I told T'Pol to make some neuropressure sessions with the Commander. Yes, I admit, I'm a little nosy, perhaps I'm a meddler, but always with the highest aims.
However, be that as it may, yes, fortunately, I'm not so emotional and volatile as the members of many other races, and, markedly, of the Human race; but I'm not even so engrossed in denying and trying to suppress and to control any emotion as Vulcans attempt to do.
I chuckle to myself.
Well, definitely with scanty results, my dear Vulcans, if I have to judge from a certain Vulcan female. And, if I'm a good Doctor and a shrewd Psychologist, and if my knowledge of the universal Humanoid mental mechanisms doesn't fail me, I think she is only the first of her race who will have to match against this peculiar and intriguing Human mood.
There's an equilibrium in things, for the Supreme Healer's sake! If you think it's sufficient that you suppress your emotions so that you can avoid life's blows, you will be disrupted without you noticing this, and with more frustration considering that you hadn't even been able to taste what emotions are capable of offering you.
Oh well! Obviously you won't be able to understand all this, because you... eh eh... you suppress emotions.
This is the strange remedy Vulcans found to obviate their fierce temper, and so they try to carry quietly their existences, without the smallest whisper of true life.
I don't judge, I attempt to have an open mind.
But... happiness... is it, by chance, an empty word, for them?
Maybe. Or perhaps no. And then I think there's an emotion they can't entirely control, and which they wouldn't reveal to anyone, but which I'm sure they experience, because, even in her uniqueness among her race, T'Pol wouldn't have behaved as she did, in any way. Not, if she wouldn't have felt, somehow, this emotion, this... unmentionable desire.
Nostalgia. For what Vulcans lost.
I think I can be sure, about that, and it can explain why T'Pol allowed herself to become an.. addict.
Oh well, once more! - I smile again to myself. - Obviously a trigger was needed, but it was there, in position to go off, and, when T'Pol went to Seleya, it had been already released.
Trigger Trip, that's its name.
But, If it's true that it's an insane idea, a foolish and unattainable task, the one to which you think you can abdicate your emotions, and even more if you think they are the spring which pushes ahead any race, and honestly I don't know how Surak, in all his wisdom, was incapable of foreseeing that... if all this is true, it's true, at the same time, that you can't not attempt to control emotions, a tiny bit at least, because, in this case, you will be equally destroyed, among rage and defeat, and your supposed liberty to feel will be turned into a flood tide of negative and destructive sentiments.
And then...
I sit down, pensively, on my bed.
Then, there's this Human mood, this unknown way to deal with emotions, this manner, that Humans have, to swim between them, ignoring them and still hugging them, dominating them and still kept under by them, savouring them, even the most horrible, and still trying to control them with a sort of... of passionate logic which Vulcans don't know, but which, maybe, they could learn, from Humans. Yes. Like Humans could learn from Vulcans to put some order in their own brains.
And in this case... in this case... great things... great things, wondrous and mirable, could be seen in space.
And the first step is done. A Human male and a Vulcan female share their souls, and I think Destiny, as Humans call the Big Design Of The Things, wasn't blind, when it enacted that, using this Human mood - persistent, unrelenting, unappeasable - to wear away, to abrade, to exhaust her recalcitrance.
Yes, T'Pol had no hope to escape. Too strong is this Human mood, even for love. It's implacable, stronger than any logic, or whatever you want to call this so called logic Vulcans are enamoured of.
I recognized well this potency in Human mood, after that I, afraid that he could perpetrate some nonsense, tried to convince Commander Tucker to give up, that time when T'Pol wanted to test personally that device with the Romulan drone, with her usual blimpish stubbornness, hiding herself under the mantle of her professionalism, but in reality with the only purpose, now I understood it, to escape from her fear, her reiterated fear to cope with something overstepping her well settled world, the world she had thought to have regained after the Kir'shara retrieval.
Something able to force her to look into the depth of her heart.
I close my eyes, in regret. Yes, regret, because I have to admit that I was almost harsh with Commander Tucker, on that occasion.
But the fact... the fact is that I wanted to prevent him from suffering again, and... and I felt guilty, because I was partially the cause of his suffering, and then... then...
Oh, useless denying the truth!
I reopen my eyes, and begin to contemplate the wall, as if looking for some consolation. Avowing the reality.
I... I wasn't completely capable of comprehending all that, my race isn't too deep about feelings, about love. How can a race really understand something like love, when this race is unable to fasten up very strong relationships, since many husbands and many wifes are interlaced between them, in a unique and complex family unit?
Never... never had I this genre of thoughts. Never had the idea skimmed over my mind that we, the Denobulans, would lose something profound and important, with our sexual habits, almost commiserating the monogamous races, always in search of a joy which often, very often, is denied to them, always struggling, always fighting, among sorrows and delusions.
But...
I sigh, deeply, recognizing the immensity that is concealed in my new and strange thoughts.
But, and if our light-hearted behaviour is foreclosing to us the full delectation of a joy, so intense, when it is achieved, and so vivid that it would blank out any previous trouble? Any affliction? A joy for which it was worth any pain of obtaining it?
Or, more simply, if our behaviour is debarring us from being able to taste the depth of a feeling, that is precluded to us in all its splendour? That I began to really know only now, or better only after I learned to know, truly, Trip and T'Pol?
Is this Human mood so powerful to compel me to think so?
Suddenly I feel the need to speak with my second wife, Feezal.
I titter, while thinking she didn't feel Human mood too unpleasant, when she met Commander Tucker and attempted to seduce him. I didn't notice anything strange, at that time, because all was according to Denobulan females' sexual behaviour. Our race is so free about this.
But... why Commander Tucker? And why didn't T'Pol be the only alien female attracted to him? I can understand the charm he is capable of exerting over Human women, with the gentleman fashioned conduct he has, not to mention his alluring and undeniably handsome appearance. But, and the Alien females? He seems to be for these - how would he say? - like honey for flies.
Well - I chuckle - just until T'Pol didn't claim him.
My snigger gets more noticeable. No jealousy, Commander T'Pol, right? Vulcans don't experience jealousy, not at all. Even if I can't understand why, if it's so, it's very hazardous for whoever to talk about the past love misadventures of Commander Tucker, on pain of getting burnt to ashes by your look.
I become again serious.
Is this... is this Human mood, by chance, which appears so strong and so perceived in Commander Tucker?
Evidently it is, also judging from the outcome of my attempt to break off what I had improvidently helped to start.
I sigh again, supporting my head on my hands, my elbows placed on my knees.
In fact, my only result was to push Commander Tucker away, in the vain illusion to get some peace, without achieving all of his aim. My result was uniquely to provoke more sufferings in both them, as I was able to know afterward.
But, fortunately, this Human mood is really, really powerful, and even more if it meets a Vulcan Bond.
The unfaltering love of his Human mood defeated any obstacle, even her love derangement, even his love rage itself.
His Human Mood and her Vulcan Bond, which compelled her to face herself.
Uh... how much philosophy, this night.
I stand up, attempting to think positively and to chase away this state of mind from my brain. This Human mood is too intriguing, I have to admit. It's better I cease to ponder it, and really try to sleep. I don't want to fall into the same error - I laugh quietly in the silence - the Commander fell in, when he compelled me to order him to take some hours of rest.
Only, I have one last thing to do, before.
I know it's not really necessary, because the alarm would resound immediately in case of whatever problem, but it makes me calmer and more at peace with myself if I cast a quick personal glance at the control device.
I go toward the screen and push the button which allows me to make fully operating the distance control device the Commander put on.
I laugh again. It hasn't been easy to convince him to wear it.
Sleeping will be hard even more considering the happiness I feel inside. Yes, I have no problem admitting it. I'm capable of dealing with this sort of feeling, Denobulans are not as emotional as Tellarites or as brash as Andorians, but certainly they are not boiled fishes. And then, how couldn't I feel happy, when I saw the Captain find himself again? His teasing toward me takes a new flavour, in the light of this.
And, all the more so, how couldn't I feel happy, knowing that my two Commanders are able to have finally what they deserve?
Well, what can I say? I feel a bit responsible for them, considering that, someway, I allowed their love story to begin, when I told T'Pol to make some neuropressure sessions with the Commander. Yes, I admit, I'm a little nosy, perhaps I'm a meddler, but always with the highest aims.
However, be that as it may, yes, fortunately, I'm not so emotional and volatile as the members of many other races, and, markedly, of the Human race; but I'm not even so engrossed in denying and trying to suppress and to control any emotion as Vulcans attempt to do.
I chuckle to myself.
Well, definitely with scanty results, my dear Vulcans, if I have to judge from a certain Vulcan female. And, if I'm a good Doctor and a shrewd Psychologist, and if my knowledge of the universal Humanoid mental mechanisms doesn't fail me, I think she is only the first of her race who will have to match against this peculiar and intriguing Human mood.
There's an equilibrium in things, for the Supreme Healer's sake! If you think it's sufficient that you suppress your emotions so that you can avoid life's blows, you will be disrupted without you noticing this, and with more frustration considering that you hadn't even been able to taste what emotions are capable of offering you.
Oh well! Obviously you won't be able to understand all this, because you... eh eh... you suppress emotions.
This is the strange remedy Vulcans found to obviate their fierce temper, and so they try to carry quietly their existences, without the smallest whisper of true life.
I don't judge, I attempt to have an open mind.
But... happiness... is it, by chance, an empty word, for them?
Maybe. Or perhaps no. And then I think there's an emotion they can't entirely control, and which they wouldn't reveal to anyone, but which I'm sure they experience, because, even in her uniqueness among her race, T'Pol wouldn't have behaved as she did, in any way. Not, if she wouldn't have felt, somehow, this emotion, this... unmentionable desire.
Nostalgia. For what Vulcans lost.
I think I can be sure, about that, and it can explain why T'Pol allowed herself to become an.. addict.
Oh well, once more! - I smile again to myself. - Obviously a trigger was needed, but it was there, in position to go off, and, when T'Pol went to Seleya, it had been already released.
Trigger Trip, that's its name.
But, If it's true that it's an insane idea, a foolish and unattainable task, the one to which you think you can abdicate your emotions, and even more if you think they are the spring which pushes ahead any race, and honestly I don't know how Surak, in all his wisdom, was incapable of foreseeing that... if all this is true, it's true, at the same time, that you can't not attempt to control emotions, a tiny bit at least, because, in this case, you will be equally destroyed, among rage and defeat, and your supposed liberty to feel will be turned into a flood tide of negative and destructive sentiments.
And then...
I sit down, pensively, on my bed.
Then, there's this Human mood, this unknown way to deal with emotions, this manner, that Humans have, to swim between them, ignoring them and still hugging them, dominating them and still kept under by them, savouring them, even the most horrible, and still trying to control them with a sort of... of passionate logic which Vulcans don't know, but which, maybe, they could learn, from Humans. Yes. Like Humans could learn from Vulcans to put some order in their own brains.
And in this case... in this case... great things... great things, wondrous and mirable, could be seen in space.
And the first step is done. A Human male and a Vulcan female share their souls, and I think Destiny, as Humans call the Big Design Of The Things, wasn't blind, when it enacted that, using this Human mood - persistent, unrelenting, unappeasable - to wear away, to abrade, to exhaust her recalcitrance.
Yes, T'Pol had no hope to escape. Too strong is this Human mood, even for love. It's implacable, stronger than any logic, or whatever you want to call this so called logic Vulcans are enamoured of.
I recognized well this potency in Human mood, after that I, afraid that he could perpetrate some nonsense, tried to convince Commander Tucker to give up, that time when T'Pol wanted to test personally that device with the Romulan drone, with her usual blimpish stubbornness, hiding herself under the mantle of her professionalism, but in reality with the only purpose, now I understood it, to escape from her fear, her reiterated fear to cope with something overstepping her well settled world, the world she had thought to have regained after the Kir'shara retrieval.
Something able to force her to look into the depth of her heart.
I close my eyes, in regret. Yes, regret, because I have to admit that I was almost harsh with Commander Tucker, on that occasion.
But the fact... the fact is that I wanted to prevent him from suffering again, and... and I felt guilty, because I was partially the cause of his suffering, and then... then...
Oh, useless denying the truth!
I reopen my eyes, and begin to contemplate the wall, as if looking for some consolation. Avowing the reality.
I... I wasn't completely capable of comprehending all that, my race isn't too deep about feelings, about love. How can a race really understand something like love, when this race is unable to fasten up very strong relationships, since many husbands and many wifes are interlaced between them, in a unique and complex family unit?
Never... never had I this genre of thoughts. Never had the idea skimmed over my mind that we, the Denobulans, would lose something profound and important, with our sexual habits, almost commiserating the monogamous races, always in search of a joy which often, very often, is denied to them, always struggling, always fighting, among sorrows and delusions.
But...
I sigh, deeply, recognizing the immensity that is concealed in my new and strange thoughts.
But, and if our light-hearted behaviour is foreclosing to us the full delectation of a joy, so intense, when it is achieved, and so vivid that it would blank out any previous trouble? Any affliction? A joy for which it was worth any pain of obtaining it?
Or, more simply, if our behaviour is debarring us from being able to taste the depth of a feeling, that is precluded to us in all its splendour? That I began to really know only now, or better only after I learned to know, truly, Trip and T'Pol?
Is this Human mood so powerful to compel me to think so?
Suddenly I feel the need to speak with my second wife, Feezal.
I titter, while thinking she didn't feel Human mood too unpleasant, when she met Commander Tucker and attempted to seduce him. I didn't notice anything strange, at that time, because all was according to Denobulan females' sexual behaviour. Our race is so free about this.
But... why Commander Tucker? And why didn't T'Pol be the only alien female attracted to him? I can understand the charm he is capable of exerting over Human women, with the gentleman fashioned conduct he has, not to mention his alluring and undeniably handsome appearance. But, and the Alien females? He seems to be for these - how would he say? - like honey for flies.
Well - I chuckle - just until T'Pol didn't claim him.
My snigger gets more noticeable. No jealousy, Commander T'Pol, right? Vulcans don't experience jealousy, not at all. Even if I can't understand why, if it's so, it's very hazardous for whoever to talk about the past love misadventures of Commander Tucker, on pain of getting burnt to ashes by your look.
I become again serious.
Is this... is this Human mood, by chance, which appears so strong and so perceived in Commander Tucker?
Evidently it is, also judging from the outcome of my attempt to break off what I had improvidently helped to start.
I sigh again, supporting my head on my hands, my elbows placed on my knees.
In fact, my only result was to push Commander Tucker away, in the vain illusion to get some peace, without achieving all of his aim. My result was uniquely to provoke more sufferings in both them, as I was able to know afterward.
But, fortunately, this Human mood is really, really powerful, and even more if it meets a Vulcan Bond.
The unfaltering love of his Human mood defeated any obstacle, even her love derangement, even his love rage itself.
His Human Mood and her Vulcan Bond, which compelled her to face herself.
Uh... how much philosophy, this night.
I stand up, attempting to think positively and to chase away this state of mind from my brain. This Human mood is too intriguing, I have to admit. It's better I cease to ponder it, and really try to sleep. I don't want to fall into the same error - I laugh quietly in the silence - the Commander fell in, when he compelled me to order him to take some hours of rest.
Only, I have one last thing to do, before.
I know it's not really necessary, because the alarm would resound immediately in case of whatever problem, but it makes me calmer and more at peace with myself if I cast a quick personal glance at the control device.
I go toward the screen and push the button which allows me to make fully operating the distance control device the Commander put on.
I laugh again. It hasn't been easy to convince him to wear it.
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"NO! Absolutely not!"
"Commander, please."
"I said no. I don't want to seem a Cyborg."
"But, Commander! What do you say? Its sole purpose is for your safety. Just a few days. You will be able to go away from the Hospital and I will be able to survey you. It's only a mere precaution."
"Am I healed or not?"
"You are, Commander, but..."
"Then, I won't put on that hellish contraption. No way."
"Trip."
"Oh, Hon! Please, do not try to convince me."
"Trip, do you want me to be displeased with you?"
"Eh? T'Pol! Do not dare to..."
"Do you want this... Ashayam?"
"D...d ...damn! Doc!"
"Yes, Commander?"
"Give me that damned device."
"Commander, please."
"I said no. I don't want to seem a Cyborg."
"But, Commander! What do you say? Its sole purpose is for your safety. Just a few days. You will be able to go away from the Hospital and I will be able to survey you. It's only a mere precaution."
"Am I healed or not?"
"You are, Commander, but..."
"Then, I won't put on that hellish contraption. No way."
"Trip."
"Oh, Hon! Please, do not try to convince me."
"Trip, do you want me to be displeased with you?"
"Eh? T'Pol! Do not dare to..."
"Do you want this... Ashayam?"
"D...d ...damn! Doc!"
"Yes, Commander?"
"Give me that damned device."
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Smiling in remembering that scene, I focus on the screen. Everything is well. Brain, pressure, breathing, heart... HEART? What the hell?
I play frantically with the control commands.
The heartbeat is normal, that's for sure, but why resounds it so strong? So powerful? So amplified?
It's how there are... there are...
I regulate finely the commands.
(*...two heartbeats... two heartbeats which pulsate in unison, with the same rhythm, the same cadence, as there were two hearts in... *)
...ONE.
I precise the signal.
Yes, I'm not deceiving myself, there are two signals, but they are so tight to one other that they sound as a unique, sole signal.
A Human signal, a Vulcan signal.
Tucker's heart.
T'Pol's heart.
Their hearts beat as one.
Their hearts are... one.
They are quiet, are close to each other. Probably... surely... they are in the arms of each other, and they are sleeping. The brain curves on the screen are clear, they are sleeping deeply, and... the brain curves are perfectly, totally, absolutely synchronic, to such an extent to appear... perfectly, totally, absolutely fused with each other.
As if it there were a... a single brain.
Two brains in one.
Two hearts. Two brains. Two breathings, too. Two breathings in one sole breath.
I look at the screen for some instants, my eyes widened at the spectacle of these brains which work as they were one, as the breaths, my ears listening as in a daze to these breaths which beat the same time and to my friends'... unique... heart sound.
And... - May my teachers forgive me for this thought which occurs insuppressibly to my mind, this thought so distant from the scientific method, from the Evidence Based Medicine they attempted to teach me. - ... yes... I'm sure that, if the device were able to see something beyond physical world, it would detect also two souls, strictly, indissolubly intertwined between them.
As they were one.
In a Bond which is much more than a simple Vulcan Bond, because it's made with a force stronger much more than any Vulcan Bond or any Human Mood, a force which moves the Universe, the sole force which can overcome even Fate.
And the Commanders know very well its name, what it is, in all its essence.
I switch off and go slowly toward my bed.
I reach it and lie down upon it, on my back, my eyes turned toward the ceiling.
Suddenly I sneer. Yes, I sneer, like Humans, also that I learned from them, damn... damn contagious Human mood.
You have to be careful of yourself, my dear Romulans, you must do it. And you too, Andorians, and all of you, races that inhabit space. And Denobulans, yes, you too. Who knows if my race, whose sexual relationships are so complicated, doesn't modify its habits, somehow, by the meeting with this Human mood, blended with Vulcan Logic?
Yes, because this is the fact. Something new and unconquerable is born. It's a Bond made with Vulcan logic and Human mood.
Vulcan passionate logic. Human rationalized mood.
United by this Bond, made with Love.
A cocktail... lethal.
A mixture killer.
Trip and T'Pol.
A... Bond... fatal.
I play frantically with the control commands.
The heartbeat is normal, that's for sure, but why resounds it so strong? So powerful? So amplified?
It's how there are... there are...
I regulate finely the commands.
(*...two heartbeats... two heartbeats which pulsate in unison, with the same rhythm, the same cadence, as there were two hearts in... *)
...ONE.
I precise the signal.
Yes, I'm not deceiving myself, there are two signals, but they are so tight to one other that they sound as a unique, sole signal.
A Human signal, a Vulcan signal.
Tucker's heart.
T'Pol's heart.
Their hearts beat as one.
Their hearts are... one.
They are quiet, are close to each other. Probably... surely... they are in the arms of each other, and they are sleeping. The brain curves on the screen are clear, they are sleeping deeply, and... the brain curves are perfectly, totally, absolutely synchronic, to such an extent to appear... perfectly, totally, absolutely fused with each other.
As if it there were a... a single brain.
Two brains in one.
Two hearts. Two brains. Two breathings, too. Two breathings in one sole breath.
I look at the screen for some instants, my eyes widened at the spectacle of these brains which work as they were one, as the breaths, my ears listening as in a daze to these breaths which beat the same time and to my friends'... unique... heart sound.
And... - May my teachers forgive me for this thought which occurs insuppressibly to my mind, this thought so distant from the scientific method, from the Evidence Based Medicine they attempted to teach me. - ... yes... I'm sure that, if the device were able to see something beyond physical world, it would detect also two souls, strictly, indissolubly intertwined between them.
As they were one.
In a Bond which is much more than a simple Vulcan Bond, because it's made with a force stronger much more than any Vulcan Bond or any Human Mood, a force which moves the Universe, the sole force which can overcome even Fate.
And the Commanders know very well its name, what it is, in all its essence.
I switch off and go slowly toward my bed.
I reach it and lie down upon it, on my back, my eyes turned toward the ceiling.
Suddenly I sneer. Yes, I sneer, like Humans, also that I learned from them, damn... damn contagious Human mood.
You have to be careful of yourself, my dear Romulans, you must do it. And you too, Andorians, and all of you, races that inhabit space. And Denobulans, yes, you too. Who knows if my race, whose sexual relationships are so complicated, doesn't modify its habits, somehow, by the meeting with this Human mood, blended with Vulcan Logic?
Yes, because this is the fact. Something new and unconquerable is born. It's a Bond made with Vulcan logic and Human mood.
Vulcan passionate logic. Human rationalized mood.
United by this Bond, made with Love.
A cocktail... lethal.
A mixture killer.
Trip and T'Pol.
A... Bond... fatal.
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Trip and T'Pol. A Bond... fatal
Just so, my friends. Phlox is right:
"A Bond made with Vulcan logic and Human mood.
Vulcan passionate logic. Human rationalized mood.
United by this Bond, made with Love."
This were... this are Trip and T'Pol
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And here, as I'm sure you all can see, my dear friends, it ends the first part of this important historical testimony by several voices ... ahem, I mean ... this choral fanfiction.
However, things do not end here. Gosh! There is to understand how (and if) Archer will succeed in complying the task that he took on himself and how it will finish between him and Erika Hernandez, not to mention Malcolm Reed and Oshi Sato.
And do not forget, of course, our two beloved Trip and T'Pol.
But you must have patience, my friends and readers. My ineffable ancestor was not exactly a champion, regarding the order. Believe me, trying to put some order in all he has passed down to me, it is really a titanic undertaking.
The pieces that tell what happened later, are, in fact, just pieces, scattered here and there, practically everywhere.
But I'll be able to put them in order! It is a promise! A vow!
And when I will have done this, then my friends, you will able to know what happened next.
I swear!
Word of Asso, the honest liar.
However, things do not end here. Gosh! There is to understand how (and if) Archer will succeed in complying the task that he took on himself and how it will finish between him and Erika Hernandez, not to mention Malcolm Reed and Oshi Sato.
And do not forget, of course, our two beloved Trip and T'Pol.
But you must have patience, my friends and readers. My ineffable ancestor was not exactly a champion, regarding the order. Believe me, trying to put some order in all he has passed down to me, it is really a titanic undertaking.
The pieces that tell what happened later, are, in fact, just pieces, scattered here and there, practically everywhere.
But I'll be able to put them in order! It is a promise! A vow!
And when I will have done this, then my friends, you will able to know what happened next.
I swear!
Word of Asso, the honest liar.
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