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A sea of voices filled the air around them. Human, Orion, Betazoid, Trill. Most speaking Standard, calling out for friends, for orders. Looking for missing family and friends with the fanatic need of those ruled by their unbridled emotions.

Tidbits of information floated through the air. A handful of Star Fleet ships survived. More destroyed utterly. Lifepods collected. No one quite knew how many of the rescuers survived the attack from the Romulan mining vessel.

Cadets had been sent to rescue Vulcan.

Cadets.

Children. Only a few years older than him.

Children sent off to war, to die.

The sheer insanity of it stunned him.

His mind flashed to stories told in the middle of a desert night between his compatriots. Stories of the war-like humans, how readily they cut down each other, reducing their short lives to nothing. One said she'd heard that humans began reproducing as early as ten of their solar cycles old. Another said his father had read reports that compulsory military conscripture began at sixteen, while they didn't gain the right to be heard in public office until eighteen.

And now, the probability that all of those he knew were deceased and dragged into the black hole was astronomically high. Leaving him stranded on this planet of "war-like apes."

"Can you believe how calm they all are?"

"It's called 'shock,' Tina. Grow a pair, will ya?"

He glanced at a trio of humans, heads bowed over a couple PADDs. The crowd around them swallowed their bodies up, but not their tinny, nasal voices.

"It's like they're cows going up the gangplank to the slaughterhouse. Except there aren't even any corrals keeping them in the neat lines."

"Do you know what a cow is?" Stold asked Sufi.

"No, I do not. But I do not like the concept of a house for slaughter." He gnawed at his lower lip again.

A wave of uneasiness settled in his side as they joined a line of individuals heading for the exit.

Blank eyes stared ahead all around him. Following the individual in front of them. Stold and Sufi swallowed into the tide without any better direction to take.

Down several full corridors their line took one last turn. The militaristic halls, with their uniform colors and lack of decoration, opened up to a lobby with row upon row of bright orange chairs. Bad paintings on the walls. Abstract sculpture dotting the floor. Large, open windows.

The first breath of air on a new planet just as refreshing as the view promised.

Cold. Crisp. The air heavier than his body evolved for, but the additional oxygen invigorated his blood.

The weight of hundred of eyes, and cameras, staring unblinkingly at their progression. The long line of people crossing towards a big, sterile building on foot. Names marked down, pictures taken, missing family recorded. Sleeping rolls, meal cards, and a bags of toiletries passed to each individual.

Finally directed towards a large, empty stadium.

Home. For the foreseeable future.

A/N: I'm having issues with age. There is, of course, the difference between an Earth year and T'Khasi, along with comparative maximum ages. The way that ST:09 was filmed, one would think that Spock and Kirk were about the same age, but in ST:TOS Spock said he was seventy-something (I can't remember the episode, but I think it was the pilot or Menagerie. I'll rewatch again and figure it out and edit this later). If he was in his seventies when Pike was Captain, then theoretically in his late seventies by the time Kirk came aboard as a thirty-something, which would mean that Spock'd be mid-forty when he turned down admission to the Vulcan Science Academy... and really, that all doesn't matter all that much.

Let's just say, I'm going with the assumption that an individual who can live until they are two-hundred, two-hundred fifty years probably takes a longer time maturing.

So, since I'm going play on cultural confusion, I'm going to set some ages "in stone" for this ficlet. Using Earth's year as the basis, since, well, there isn't anymore T'Khasi.

Preschool … 0 – 5

Elementary/Primary … 5 – 15

Middle … 15 – 25

High … 25 – 35

To be honest, thinking of spending ten years in highschool makes me want to stab myself in the eye. Repeatedly. But, Vulcans are known for their intelligence and education so... I guess it makes sense, yeah? Feel free to tell me off, or if you know of someone with a more canon-idea of what they're looking at, you're more than welcome to share that too.
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