Warhammer: The Time Traveler

Chapter 324 The Young Spock (Eighth Update)
A temporary camp was quickly set up under a protruding rock ledge.

Mann's squad deployed motion sensors and makeshift defensive positions on the perimeter, while Rebecca's plasma bombardment was positioned on high ground, vigilantly scanning the colorful yet perilous wilderness around them.

The captured Klingons were gathered in one corner and kept under close watch by Dorio and Falco.

Kirk established stable contact with the Enterprise in orbit via his helmet communicator. He briefly briefed Sulu on the situation on the ground, emphasizing the astonishing discovery of "Young Spock."

“Sulu, convey to Ambassador Sarek that his son… in a way we never expected, may return.” Kirk’s voice, carried with it a barely perceptible excitement, came through the communication channel.

The message was relayed back to the Enterprise, and moments later, a beam of teleportation lit up at the edge of the camp, revealing Ambassador Sarek.

The Vulcan diplomat, known for his calmness and logic, walked with slightly more hurried steps than usual toward the young Spock who was carefully placed on the protective mat.

His deep eyes were fixed on that youthful yet familiar face. Although the Vulcan had excellent control over his expressions, his slightly trembling fingertips and forceful breathing still betrayed the turbulent emotions surging within him.

He stared silently for a long time before turning to Kirk and Chen Yu, his voice still steady as a Vulcan, but his pace slightly faster: "Captain Kirk, Sage Chen Yu. This is indeed my son, Spock. Biologically speaking, without a doubt."

However, his gaze immediately turned serious.

“But this body is blank; it has not experienced the growth and education of Vulcan, and especially lacks training in controlling our powerful emotional instincts.” He paused, then explained, “As the body matures rapidly under the catalysis of primordial energy, its physiological functions will soon enter a stage similar to adolescence.”

At that time, the Vulcans' innate, untamed emotions and instincts will surge forth violently.

Without proper guidance and control, this force could destroy his developing mind and even endanger those around him.

Kirk frowned. "Guidance? What kind of guidance? Who here is capable of guiding a Vulcan?"

“The traditional method of guidance is usually carried out by a mature, logically rigorous, and mentally stable Vulcan of the opposite sex.” Sarek’s gaze swept over the people in the camp, and finally seemed to look at the Enterprise through the communication channel: “This is a process of soothing and logical construction based on spiritual resonance, which aims to help young Vulcan individuals establish an inner order in order to navigate the surging tides of emotions.”

As things stand, the only qualified candidate on the Enterprise is Lieutenant Savik.

Kirk immediately contacted the Enterprise's bridge via communicator. "Uhura, transfer Lieutenant Savik to the communications channel."

Soon, Savik's signature, emotionless voice rang out on the channel: "This is Savik."

Kirk briefly explained the ground situation and Sharik's assessment and request.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the communication channel, then Savik's voice rang out again, still calm and logical: "Understood. Assisting our people in coping with the critical stages of their physical and psychological development is logical and necessary. I accept this mission. Please prepare to receive the teleportation."

Her response was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation or emotional resistance.

In the Vulcan mindset, this is not something shameful or difficult to talk about, but rather a task that must be completed based on racial characteristics and practical needs.

Soon after, another teleportation beam descended, and Lieutenant Savik appeared in the camp.

She was still wearing her standard federal uniform, her expression calm. When she saw Ambassador Sarrick, she gave him only a barely perceptible nod, and then her gaze fell on the young Spock, beginning her initial observation.

Chen Yu, who had been quietly recording and analyzing everything from the sidelines, stepped forward at this moment.

His massive mechanical frame cast a shadow across the camp, and the crimson optical lens moved between Savik and young Spock. “Ambassador Sarek, Lieutenant Savik,” his synthesized voice rang out, with a clear research interest, “I am very interested in the Vulcan’s mental guidance process, which is based on physiological development and requires the intervention of a specific opposite sex.”

This appears to involve the integrated application of neural logic reconstruction, hormonal regulation, and potential telepathic technologies.

If you don't mind, I hope to document the practices of this unique bio-socio-culture in a non-intrusive way.

This is of great research value for understanding the continuation mechanism of the Vulcan civilization and the complexity of the interaction between consciousness and the body.

He made a request, his tone one of scholarly inquiry rather than mechanical demand.

Sarek and Savik exchanged a glance.

Savik nodded slightly, indicating that he had no objection.

Sarek then turned to Chen Yu: "Yes, Mr. Sage. We understand your pursuit of knowledge. As long as it doesn't interfere with Savik's guidance process, you can make observations and records. This in itself can be seen as an exchange of knowledge between two civilizations."

Chen Yu's mechanical head nodded slightly: "Thank you. I will keep my distance and only use passive sensors for data collection to ensure the process proceeds naturally."

At the heart of the camp, a delicate and tense focus temporarily formed around young Spock.

Everyone understood that the next few dozen hours were crucial. They not only had to guard against external threats, but also ensure that Spock's newborn body could successfully navigate its "accelerated" maturation period.

The day and night cycle on Genesis Star happens very quickly, but the nights here are anything but peaceful.

As the stars disappeared below the horizon, a visual symphony composed of violent energy began to unfold in the sky.

The aurora is no longer a gentle ribbon, but like splashes of intense oil paint, rushing and colliding across the dark night sky with astonishing speed and intensity, bursting out with eerie light interwoven with purple, green, and scarlet.

Thick clouds churned in turbulent energy flows, with silent lightning flashing within them, foreshadowing even more intense activity.

The electrical charge in the air surged dramatically, causing the hair on a person's head to stand on end slightly, and tiny sparks occasionally flew across the surface of metal equipment.

A low, continuous rumble of thunder came from afar, as if the planet itself were groaning in pain.

The temporary camp had enhanced electromagnetic shielding, but the intense disturbances from the external environment could still be felt.

Against this backdrop of turmoil, Spock, placed on a protective mat in the center of the camp, was undergoing a visible transformation.

Just hours ago he was a teenager, but now he has grown taller, his shoulders have broadened, and his facial features have become more defined, showing the sharp angles of a young man.

However, this forced growth, which goes against the laws of nature, clearly brings a huge burden.

His eyes were tightly closed, but his body was convulsing slightly involuntarily, and he was making suppressed gasps from his throat, as if he were enduring great pain.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his brows were furrowed, as if he were struggling with some kind of inner turmoil.

(End of this chapter)