Male and female: universal? (was Re: Women
Kaki4
>At 09:39 PM 8/27/2001 -0500, SAMK wrote:
>>
>>T'Rhys wrote:
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>>> But he wasn't longer/taller. The reshaping went the *other* way. <g>
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>>Maybe he *was* longer, and that extra mass had to come from somewhere!
>>
>
>Oh, ok. That is a possibility.
>
Eek! The several feet of extra length the mass shift implies. Ouch
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Kirk kind of moos around and says something about
the birds and bees, and Spock replies: "The birds
and the bees are not Vulcans!"
Because of both the situation and Spock's
passion, I feel Spock is repudiating Kirk's
attempt to fit everything into the small binary
world of humans and he is also indicating the
vast breadth of interactions that are out there.
Of course, it could just be a studio
scriptwriter from the 60's fooling around at the
Smith-Corona.
Gospel&TenCommandments or Mere Idlechatter?
Or somewhere in between??
It's your call and always has been.
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T'Rhys
>
>>On Tue, 28 Aug 2001 23:44:27 -0700 "T'Rhys" <tkn...@ix.netcom.com> wrote.
>>At 09:39 PM 8/27/2001 -0500, SAMK wrote:
>>>
>>>T'Rhys wrote:
>>>
>>>>
>>>> But he wasn't longer/taller. The reshaping went the *other* way. <g>
>>>
>>>Maybe he *was* longer, and that extra mass had to come from somewhere!
>>>
>>
>>Oh, ok. That is a possibility.
>>
>
>Eek! The several feet of extra length the mass shift implies. Ouch
>
Not necessarily, if one applies the Star Trek laws of physics. Gary 7's
'cat', for instance. That should have been the world's heaviest cat, but
wasn't. <g>
LL&P }:)
"T'Rhys" <tkn...@ix.netcom.com>
cimfi...@hotmail.com
> Because of both the situation and Spock's
> passion, I feel Spock is repudiating Kirk's
> attempt to fit everything into the small binary
> world of humans and he is also indicating the
> vast breadth of interactions that are out there.
Good point! I can see it as a subtle rebuke along those lines. It's
a good interpretation of Spock's intent. (Just saying that without
having a point like this would be illogically quarrelsome <g>). OTOH,
did anything about earlier episodes' lapses in logic enter (Sturgeon?)
the writer's head, or was he just going for the humor? Not really
sure.
But I'd classify it as Gospel. Unintended on the parts of the various
PTB, perhaps, but nevertheless a bit mollifying to people annoyed by
that Companion stuff.
cim
Ellen_F...@hotmail.com
> At 10:26 AM 8/29/2001 -0700, Kaki4 wrote:
> >
> >>At 09:39 PM 8/27/2001 -0500, SAMK wrote:
> >>>
> >>>T'Rhys wrote:
> >>>
> >>>>
> >>>> But he wasn't longer/taller. The reshaping went the *other* way. <g>
> >>>
> >>>Maybe he *was* longer, and that extra mass had to come from somewhere!
> >>>
> >>
> >>Oh, ok. That is a possibility.
> >>
> >
> >Eek! The several feet of extra length the mass shift implies. Ouch
> >
>
> Not necessarily, if one applies the Star Trek laws of physics. Gary 7's
> 'cat', for instance. That should have been the world's heaviest cat, but
> wasn't. <g>
>
> LL&P }:)
Or what about Odo, when he appears as a rat, a glass, etc.?
Ellen
Karmen Ghia
Part: NEW 58/73
Author: Karmen Ghia, karme...@yahoo.com
Series: TOS
Romance Code: S/Mc and then some.
Rating: NC-17
Appendices:
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See part one for disclaimers, etc.
At the table McCoy found himself seated next to Maja,
who was examining him closely.
"Looking for warts, Master Ghet?" the doctor asked
quietly.
"Not unless you've got magic warts that make stony
hearts fall in love with you," Maja teased in an
undertone. He was actually examining the fact that
Spock was bonded to Kirk and not McCoy, as everyone
thought. He found this extremely interesting and
wondered how they all coped with it. They coped quite
well, if Maja was reading the doctor's glowing and
healthy telefield correctly.
"I would say that is your talent more'n mine, sir."
"How so?"
"Spock and his father fell in love with you, didn't
they?"
Maja glanced at Amanda in conversation with Kirk
before he answered. "The timing gods were with me in
both cases."
"How so?"
"Sarek was in a jam and had, I thought, a weak moment.
What's surprising there is that he still wants me."
"And Spock?"
"Well," Maja glanced at Spock conversing with Master
Whilla. "I met Spock shortly after his pet Sehlat,
I'Chaya, died and he was in mourning. I just fit
neatly into the void, that's all." Maja smiled wryly.
"You, on the other hand, appear to have swept him off
his feet at the peak of his powers. How ever did you
do it?"
"I was very mean to him and then we almost died
together."
"How romantic," Maja observed.
"Well, that came later." McCoy paused to enjoy Maja's
laughter. "You must still have 'it,' Maja, you were
with him for three days."
"Oh, that was just nostalgia. Spock is hard for me to
enjoy like this."
"Like how?"
"Successful, secure and contented." Maja said.
"Can't help it, I fell in love with a wounded little
half caste, not this StaFlet bravo." Maja looked
deeply into McCoy's amused eyes. "By the way,
thanks."
"For what?"
"For saving him, so he can be a StaFlet bravo."
"It was my pleasure, Maja." McCoy watched the half
Mage lapse into abstraction. "The trial begins
tomorrow, doesn't it?"
"Aye." Maja listened to his mind, felt his brothers
and sister communing with him and he with them on the
eve of Hobie Talljet's trial in Shirkar Federation
Court #3.
* * *
Jir had once mused to Maja that there must be an
archetype for courtrooms because they were similar all
over the galaxy and down through time.
Shirkar Federal Court #3 was no exception. The Judges
and witnesses faced the prosecution and defense.
Lapham, Charbon and Sarfati sat at their table and
Storen and Smig sat across the aisle from them. Next
to Storen and Smig was the image of another table
where Hobie and Jir sat looking on in three
dimensional holo splendor. The court had decided that
this was the best way to ensure that the powerful
telephatic Talljets did not influence events in their
favor. It was not the most perfect arrangement but it
was better than nothing. Other than the judges, three
bailiffs and the attorneys, the courtroom was empty.
The Terrans wore their Star Fleet uniforms, the judges
wore black robes and the Vulcan attorneys wore gray
robes. All the vulcanoids had shaved their heads,
except Hobie, who had his flowing ebony locks neatly
tied back and flowing tidily down his back. Captain
Talljet was also wearing his prison romper - a smartly
cut blue-gray jumpsuit that was unintentionally
flattering and nicely set off by Hobie's tall
buccaneeresque boots.
"Be seated. Prosecution, call your first witness."
Lord Suqiet, as senior judge in Hobie's trial, opened
it without ceremony.
"The Federation calls DveKrit," Lapham said.
A burly mongrel humanoid was brought in from a secure
area and seated in the witness chair.
The bailiff moved to his side. "State your name to
the Court," he instructed.
"DveKrit." A snarl.
"The penalty for perjury in a Federation court is five
years for each count. Are you now fully aware of the
penalty for perjury in a Federation court?"
"Yes."
"Proceed." The bailiff stepped away from the witness.
Lapham stepped forward: "DveKrit, have you given a
sworn statement to this court that you witnessed Hobie
Talljet murder a trader named Gatshira in the city of
Mse on Fobda?"
"Yes."
"Please repeat your statement here for the record."
DveKrit cleared his throat: "I met Hobie in a bar in
Mse and he asked me if I wanted to come along while he
closed a deal with Gatshira. I said yes and off we
went to Gatshira's office. When we got there,
Gatshira asked everybody else to leave and then he and
Hobie got in an argument over the price of whatever
Hobie was buying from him and then Hobie grabbed the
old man and broke his neck."
"And then what happened?"
"Then we left. And that was the last I saw of Hobie
until now."
"No further questions." Lapham sat down.
"Defense." Lord Suqiet looked at Jir, who dutifully
rose to his feet.
"DveKrit, what was the name of the bar you met Hobie
in?" Jir asked.
"I can't remember."
"How did you and Hobie go to Gatshira's office? On
foot or by vehicle?"
"I don't remember."
"At Gatshira's office, what floor was it on?"
"I can't remember."
"Did you take the stairs or a lift?"
"I don't remember."
"What was Hobie trying to buy from Gatshira?"
"I don't know. I wasn't listening to them."
"Why not?"
"It was none of my business. I was just waiting for
Hobie to finish."
"Finish what?'
"His deal."
"What deal?"
"I dunno."
"Objection. The witness has stated he did not know
what Captain Talljet and Gatshira were discussing."
Lapham rose.
"Sustained. Get on with it, SaJir." Lord Suqiet was
brusque.
"Yes, sir." Jir suppressed an urge to brush his
non-existent hair off his shoulders. "DveKrit, was
Lii with you when you claim you saw Captain Talljet
kill Gatshira?"
"No, he came in afterward."
"Where was Gatshira's body when Lii came in?"
"On the floor."
"Face up or face down?"
"I don't remember."
Jir looked down at his notes: "You said just now that
'Hobie grabbed the old man and broke his neck'. Did
you see him grab him?"
"Yes."
"Where were you standing?"
"By the window."
"Were you watching Captain Talljet argue with
Gatshira?"
"Yes."
"But you don't know what they were arguing about?"
"Objection. The witness has answered this question
twice already," Lapham said.
"Sustained. Make your point, SaJir," Lord Suqiet
growled.
"Yes, sir. DveKrit, where were Captain Talljet and
Gatshira standing in the office?"
"I don't remember."
"DveKrit, you say Captain Talljet 'grabbed the old
man.' Was it from the front or the back?"
"From the front."
"And then what happened?"
"Hobie snapped his neck like a twig."
"And then what happened?"
"Then we left."
"What happened after 'Hobie snapped his neck like a
twig' and before you left?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"SaJir." Lord Suqiet warned.
"Your Honor, the witness just stated that Lii came in
after Gatshira was dead but before he and Captain
Talljet left the room. Now he says nothing happened
before they left the room. Which is it?"
Lord Suqiet stared at Jir for a moment: "Phrase your
questions as yes or no answers."
Jir, knowing Suqiet well, was ready for this. It was
the old man's favorite ruse to move things along. He
turned back to DveKrit.
"Did Lii come in after Gatshira was dead?"
"Yes."
"Was Captain Talljet still holding the body when Lii
came in?"
"No."
"Was it on the floor?"
"Yes."
"Did Captain Talljet take anything from the room
before you left?"
"No."
"Did you and Captain Talljet leave with Lii?"
"Yes."
"Did you take the lift or the stairs?"
"I can't remember."
"Did you and Lii and Captain Talljet separate inside
the building?"
"No."
"Outside?"
"Yes."
"On the street?"
"Yes."
"Was it raining?"
"I don't remember."
"On your way out of the building, did you see anyone?"
"No."
"So. You, Captain Talljet and Lii left Gatshira lying
dead on the floor of his office and exited the
building?"
"Yes."
"I have no further questions." Jir remained standing,
a signal he was not finished, while DveKrit was lead
back to his cell.
Jir turned to Smig who rose in the courtroom. "Your
Honors, the Defense would like to submit a Verified
Mseian Police Report that states the victim was found
seated in a chair in his office and had been strangled
to death." Jir paused while Smig handed up one data
chip. "I would also like to submit another Verified
Mseian Police Report that states the victim was shot
to death on the steps of his office building." Smig
handed up another chip. "I would further like to
submit one last Verified Mseian Police Report that the
victim drowned and fished up out of the harbor three
days before there is any record of Captain Talljet
even arriving on Fobda." Jir watched Smig return to
his seat while he waited.
"The Court will take these conflicting verified
reports under its consideration," Lord Suqiet growled.
"Counsel, if you had these reports, you had no need
to waste this Court's time in cross examination of
that witness."
"I request the Court disregard the witness and his
testimony as unreliable and now unverifiable." Jir
said with a touch too much timing.
"SaJir, if you waste this Court's time discrediting
witnesses in cross examination that are already
discredited otherwise, I will forbid or severely limit
your cross examination time." Lord Suqiet said evenly.
"Yes, sir." Jir cursed his inner prima donna and hoped
he looked 'serious' enough. "In that case, in light
of these new and conflicting Mseian Police Reports, I
request that the Court disregard the next witness,
Lii, as his testimony was only a corroboration of
DveKrit's."
"No. We will hear the witness. Call him." Lord
Suqiet turned to the bailiff.
Lapham rose: "Your Honor, we'd like a thirty minute
recess."
"No. Call your witness. Now." Only those that knew
Lord Suqiet well could tell he was irritated.
"Prosecution calls Lii," Lapham said dully. He was
shocked he couldn't get a recess.
A tall swarthy VrsiliCheq swaggered into the witness
box, stated his name was Lii and affirmed his
understanding of the Federation's perjury law.
"Please repeat the contents of your sworn statement
for the record, Lii," Lapham asked once his witness
was settled.
"I came in looking for Gatshira and I saw Hobie break
his neck. Hobie let him fall to the floor and was
standing over his body when I came in. DveKrit was
there and we all three left together." The VrsiliCheq
cast a furtive glance at Hobie, who was looking on
with mild interest.
"No further questions, your Honor." Lapham hastily
sat back down.
"Defense." Lord Suqiet looked at Jir.
Jir stood. "Lii, where was DveKrit standing when you
came in?"
"By the desk."
"Do you remember what he was doing?"
"I think he was looking at some papers."
"Do you know what papers?"
"No."
"Do you remember what time it was?"
"Afternoon some time."
"When you were coming to Gatshira's office, was the
door open or closed?"
"Open. I could hear them arguing."
"Who arguing?"
"Hobie and Gatshira."
"About what?"
"Money. What else?"
"Can you be more specific?" Jir was intrigued by this
embroidery. He glanced at Lord Suqiet to see how he
was taking it but his face was unreadable.
"Gatshira wanted more for something than Hobie wanted
to pay, I think. Hard to remember now."
Jir nodded. "One last question: when you three left,
did you take the stairs or the lift?"
"The lift because DveKrit was limping."
"Limping from what?"
"It was raining that day. He'd slipped in a puddle
earlier in the day, he said."
Jir thoughtfully inhaled. "I have no further
questions, your Honor." He remained standing while
Lii was led out. He nodded to Smig, who rose and
warily approached the bench with a data chip. "Your
Honor, I wish to submit a blueprint of Gatshira's
office/warehouse. It does not contain a lift."
"Is this the only blueprint of Gatshira's
office/warehouse, Counsel?" Lord Suqiet snarled
subtly.
"It is, your Honor," Jir said solemnly. "The only one
we could find."
* * *
"You will accomplish nothing provoking Lord Suqiet,
Jir," Storen warned late that afternoon in Jir's
office.
Jir rolled on his bed and adjusted his loin cloth. A
trail of gray robes led from the door to the duvet.
"It's hard to control myself. All I want to do is
pirouette around the room and laugh."
"That would be magnificent, Jira," Smig said. "But
this is Vulcan and you must play your part."
"All right, all right. I get it." Jir leaned into
his intercom and asked when their dinner from
Strivasa, the best restaurant in Shirkar and the law
firm's usual caterer, would arrive. Sobora told him
very soon. "It's my first day, I'm nervous - yes! I
admit it! - I'm nervous but I'll be in better form
tomorrow. Today went better then I expected."
"Unreliable prosecution witnesses and conflicting
police reports usually bode well for the defense,
Jir." Storen was a realist. "Tomorrow you will need
all your wits and perhaps more."
"Aye," Jir agreed. "Ibri Adniz. I met her once. Six
years ago. Incredible woman. Tall, serene, graceful.
Reminded me of T'Pau on a good day. I had to resist
curtseying to her. Hobie said he has the same
problem. She's vicious, 'tho. I saw her shoot down
one of her own crew that didn't move fast enough. I
heard about the Miska system, she wrung every bit of
juice out of it before Star Fleet ran her off. Whole
planets were stripped for slaves and raw materials.
The one planet that resisted, Qinpia, was fried as an
example to the rest. After that, no resistance. The
system lost forty percent of its population and the
ecosystems of six planets are on the critical list."
The food arrived and he paused while it was laid out
on the table by the window. "And this is to whom
the Federation offers immunity so they can nail
Hobie."
"She will be a formidable witness," Storen said.
"Then we must be formidable attorneys." Jir turned
his attention to his meal and asked after Smig's
mother. It was not the firm's custom to discuss
business at meals.
* * *
'Catalogue of works offered for sale from the private
collection of the Sa family.'
Amanda looked up from the Shara Auction House
prospectus on her viewer and a question at MajaKhat.
"The Masters decided that there would be less
objection from the Church if the paintings did not
seem to come directly from the Commune. We are, in
many respects, considered property and therefore do
not really own what we produce. However, we are
allowed to give non-commissioned work to whomever we
please and if they choose to sell it and give us the
money, no one has ever really objected." MajaKhat
shrugged.
"How many are your paintings?"
"Five. Three from my collection and two that I gave
Gozine."
"I'm sorry you must give them up, Maja."
"Yes, me too. But I am glad that I'm alive to be able
to give them up. I owe the Talljets this much, if not
more."
Amanda scrolled down to two impressive landscapes and
a portrait of Tien grinding pigment in a huge pestle
and daydreaming when he was twelve by Master Whilla.
'Master Brij Gozshedrefreingin Whilla
1. View of the Tossarian Gates at twilight. (Oil on
treated mylar) 3M X 4.5M
2. Portrait of Tien Gozshedrefreingin baMajaKhat.
(Oil on canvas) 2.75M X 5M
3. Strand of trees on Rovirin. (Oil on canvas) 3M X
6M'
"I remember him painting these trees on Rovirin,"
MajaKhat said. "We had almost finished the garrison
but had not started the cathedral and so Whilla, the
structural designer, was at a stop. He was bored so
he set up an easel to amuse himself. Brij never
amuses himself. He ate and slept next to that easel
until the painting was done. It turned out to be a
great painting. I was totally impressed; I didn't
know he had that much technique."
'Master Uzqin Gozshedrefreingin Dhec
1. Casting bronzes in the Gozshedrefreingin Commune.
(Oil on canvas) 2M X 4M
2. Master Ghet and his apprentice selecting marble.
(Oil on canvas) 4.5M X 7M
3. The shore and hills at Lokka. (Acrylic on mylar)
3M X 5M'
"'Master Ghet selecting marble' was made to win a bet
that the bronze sculptors could paint as well as the
painters. They can; they won. They paint fast, too,
they had this done in two days. Master Dhec also
wanted to make a point that one could take as mundane
a subject as selecting raw marble and make it dramatic
by painting it in the style of a religious subject.
He was right about that - Gozine and Hraja look like
saints in this painting. Amazing a bronze sculptor
can paint this well. I'm so glad he prefers to work
in metals."
Amanda smiled and scrolled down to Maja Talljet's
work.
'Master Gozine Gozshedrefreingin Ghet
1. View of the scaffolding on the Tossarian Gates.
(Oil on canvas) 2M X 3M
2. Sleeping youth (Hraja Gozshedrefreingin
baMajaKhat) (Oil on canvas) 2.5M X 5M
3. Western view of the city of Nakfrin. (Acrylic on
mylar) 2M X 2M
4. Drawing class in the Gozshedrefreingin Commune
(Tien as figure model) (Oil on canvas) 3.5M X 4M
"Gozine has trouble sleeping so he paints. He thought
the scaffolding on the Tossarian Gates was especially
wonderful and painted this to honor Master Whilla.
Scaffolding can be the difference between living and
dying on a project like that, you know.
"I've never liked this painting of Hraja, he looks
like a harem boy in it.
"Kalzat will not be happy to have a nude of Tien
floating around in the art world but what can you do?
This is very much how a drawing lesson looks in the
Commune."
"Yes, I know. I've modeled for them."
"That seems like a long long time ago, doesn't it?"
Amanda nodded and scrolled to the last set of images.
'Master Maja Gozshedrefreingin Khat
1. Master Ghet and his young children (Oil on
canvas) 4M X 4M
2. Gozine the Confessor (Oil on canvas) 3M X 4.5M
3. Tien, Hraja, Farro and Kalzat playing under their
tree (Oil on canvas) 3M X 4M
4. Tien and Kalzat (Oil on canvas) 3M X 3M
5. Master Ghet and his children (Oil on canvas) 5M X
5M
"No wonder you don't want to give them up." Amanda
said quietly.
"I painted this first one when Farro had just learned
to walk. It was a hell to get him to stay in the
group.
"This portrait of Gozine the Confessor was
commissioned by a Haat general who died before it was
completed.
"They loved this tree when we lived on Zatichket so
much they wanted to live in it. They were jealous of
it and wouldn't let the other children play under it.
It was their obsession so I painted this so they would
have a memento of it.
"I didn't realize it when I was painting them, but I
think Tien and Kalzat had just fallen in love."
"They look it."
"Don't they? They were about fifteen then. They
still look at each other this way. Love; it's utterly
amazing.
"And this is the hardest to give up. I finished this
just before Gozine ... just before he left Rovirin. I
like the composition of Gozine seated and the children
standing around his chair. Gozine has his hammer and
chisel in his hands with the runes on the back of his
hands facing up. The children grouped around him,
Tien holding a palette, Hraja with a hammer and
chisel, Farro with a small bronze, each indicating
their métier. I couldn't put Kalzat in directly but if
you look in the mirror, there he is."
"Was this a commission?"
"No. I made it for me. It turned out to be the last
time we were all together as a family."
Amanda nodded. "Perhaps you should withdraw it."
"Well, actually Amanda, this is a copy. I still have
the original."
"Well, that's good." She smiled. "When is the
auction?"
"In three days. Gozine is making sure certain wealthy
Klingons hear about it. KmordriYhet for one."
"Does Master Ghet realize how much Hraja suffered from
that Klingon?"
"No. What Master Ghet realizes is how little, in his
opinion, Hraja suffered from that Klingon. What
concerns me is that Master Ghet might try to
manipulate that Klingon with Hraja."
"Would he?"
"If he thought he could, he might. Master Ghet has
much in common with my mother."
* * *
end of part 58
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J. Juls
> Or what about Odo, when he appears as a rat, a glass, etc.?
>
Salia's (Wes's girlfriend's) bodyguard, with all the chain mail, turned into
a form small enough to fit under a door. I'm surprised she didn't punch an
itty-bitty hole in the floor.
But here's the technobabble excuse. They turn all that matter into energy,
BUT it doesn't blow up the entire ship because all the energy goes through,
um, subspace, to, er, another dimension. Yeah, that's the ticket!
Julie
T'Rhys
>
>Salia's (Wes's girlfriend's) bodyguard, with all the chain mail, turned into
>a form small enough to fit under a door. I'm surprised she didn't punch an
>itty-bitty hole in the floor.
I bet she took the chain mail with her, too. I've always been intrigued
that non-Founder shape shifter abilities seem to extend to their clothing.
Makes me wonder whether the duds are part of them and they're actually
running around naked.
LL&P }:)
"T'Rhys" <tkn...@ix.netcom.com>
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