About the Upheaval deleted scenes
These "deleted" scenes were written very early in the process and they actually have no bearing on the current/FINAL version of Upheaval.
At the beginning of the startrekbigbang, I merely wanted to write a Uhura/Spock story. I actually had no clue as to what. I had many ideas concerning Spock and his Vulcan-angst, yet I didn't have enough Uhura information.
I shouldn't have been surprised. It took the powers that be 40 years to give the character a first name. I shouldn't have been surprised that the only other information we have about her is that she stems from East Africa (where?) and she has a mother (who?).
To make a long story short, it took me awhile accept the responsibility of making Nyota a BAMF (as she is often described by those who support her fervently). I worked damn hard at it because I find no shame in her being a Communications Officer in Operations.
What you read below and in subsequent posts is the crap I wrote BEFORE I undertook that responsibility. Please remember that none of it has any bearing on the current story.
Let's begin with the Issidan. This part is Spock-centric (surprise surprise). It took place after a scene I'm not sharing as it might appear in the prequel. I deleted the Issidan because it had no bearing on the story and the information was shared more effectively in other parts of the story.
Here goes nothing. I am rather horrified that I am sharing this stuff. - Xia Sang Li
The Issidan was a dry landscape garden that was symbolized by raked white sand. Quietly and respectful of the meditating priests, Spock made his way into the small courtyard that lay between the main temple and the kuri, the kitchen. At the center of the garden was a moss-covered round hill that represented a turtle island. In Japanese folklore, turtles represented longevity.
The large upright stonework to the right represented the mythical, Mt. Horai, which was said to be made up not of air, but rather "quintillions and quintillions" of souls. Breathing in their essence is thought to grant one all of the perceptions and knowledge of these ancient souls. Because they have no knowledge of great evil, their hearts never grow old.
The garden represented the values Spock held dearest to his Vulcan heart, giving him a strong sense of reality. Logic, the pursuit of knowledge and the pursuit of clarity was at the core of him. And as long as he remained here, in what symbolized the most peaceful place on Earth, he was poised and controlled. The mere sight of it had never failed to fill his body with the familiar energy of day-to-day toil.
This beautiful garden gave him the strength to analyze his torturous situation more thoroughly. He poked at it, prodded it and flipped it around. In the end, he decided that The United Federation of Planets was more than a military organization and it was bound by more than treaties. It was bound by people, real people, working diligently to bring aid and comfort and to bring peace.
Furthermore, the Homo sapien blood flowed in his veins, too. Some of their 25,000 genes were his. Therefore, it would be here on Earth and onboard a majority-human starship that he would learn to balance his two conflicting halves. Logic was his god, but biology made it impossible for him to suppress all emotions.
To become the man he wanted to be, the most Vulcan of all Vulcans, he had to fully embrace his humanity. Kol-Ut-Shan, commonly known among humans as IDIC, Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combination, was the basis of Vulcan philosophy and it celebrated a vast array of variables in the universe. He could not deny his mother or his heritage.
In the uncertain ebb and flow of time, much of his life history was ebbed in his senses. He could not, would not, be overcome by outside forces. He could only be defeated from within.
If it was his destiny to live without Sarek’s love or respect, then he accepted this fate. To do otherwise would mean sacrificing his soul.
“Pain is a thing of the mind. Pain can be controlled.”
“That is not true my young friend. Pain is a thing of the soul and the soul can only endure.”
An unknown voice floated over Spock’s left shoulder. Turning slowly, the Vulcan found himself in the presence of an elderly monk, standing barefoot on a single cobblestone that marked a path between two thick trees. The monk, whose robes were plain and dignified, had so many wrinkles there wasn’t a single smooth area remaining on his face.
“The essence of a Vulcan is found in his mind,” Spock said in a quiet voice.
“The essence of a human is found in his soul.”
Spock swallowed hard. “Then I am doomed for my essence cannot reside in two places.”
The bald monk, whose eyes were the color of dead leaves, shook his head slowly. “You are not defined by being either this or that. You are and that is sufficient.”
The monk reached out to touch Spock’s arm. The Vulcan braced himself. Humans never seemed to fully appreciate that while Vulcan’s repressed their emotions, as touch telepaths they were extremely sensitive to those of others. As young as he was, Spock knew he could not easily cope with their emotions and his own inner turmoil simultaneously.
The old man’s hand was firm on his arm. Surprisingly warm, given that humans had body temperatures considerably lower than Vulcans, the monk’s touch did not convey chaotic emotions.
Instead there was warmth, peace, tranquility ,and serenity.
“Come with me, child. There are souls who wish to meet you.”
A/N: Ugh! Somebody kill me now!
At the beginning of the startrekbigbang, I merely wanted to write a Uhura/Spock story. I actually had no clue as to what. I had many ideas concerning Spock and his Vulcan-angst, yet I didn't have enough Uhura information.
I shouldn't have been surprised. It took the powers that be 40 years to give the character a first name. I shouldn't have been surprised that the only other information we have about her is that she stems from East Africa (where?) and she has a mother (who?).
To make a long story short, it took me awhile accept the responsibility of making Nyota a BAMF (as she is often described by those who support her fervently). I worked damn hard at it because I find no shame in her being a Communications Officer in Operations.
What you read below and in subsequent posts is the crap I wrote BEFORE I undertook that responsibility. Please remember that none of it has any bearing on the current story.
Let's begin with the Issidan. This part is Spock-centric (surprise surprise). It took place after a scene I'm not sharing as it might appear in the prequel. I deleted the Issidan because it had no bearing on the story and the information was shared more effectively in other parts of the story.
Here goes nothing. I am rather horrified that I am sharing this stuff. - Xia Sang Li
The Issidan was a dry landscape garden that was symbolized by raked white sand. Quietly and respectful of the meditating priests, Spock made his way into the small courtyard that lay between the main temple and the kuri, the kitchen. At the center of the garden was a moss-covered round hill that represented a turtle island. In Japanese folklore, turtles represented longevity.
The large upright stonework to the right represented the mythical, Mt. Horai, which was said to be made up not of air, but rather "quintillions and quintillions" of souls. Breathing in their essence is thought to grant one all of the perceptions and knowledge of these ancient souls. Because they have no knowledge of great evil, their hearts never grow old.
The garden represented the values Spock held dearest to his Vulcan heart, giving him a strong sense of reality. Logic, the pursuit of knowledge and the pursuit of clarity was at the core of him. And as long as he remained here, in what symbolized the most peaceful place on Earth, he was poised and controlled. The mere sight of it had never failed to fill his body with the familiar energy of day-to-day toil.
This beautiful garden gave him the strength to analyze his torturous situation more thoroughly. He poked at it, prodded it and flipped it around. In the end, he decided that The United Federation of Planets was more than a military organization and it was bound by more than treaties. It was bound by people, real people, working diligently to bring aid and comfort and to bring peace.
Furthermore, the Homo sapien blood flowed in his veins, too. Some of their 25,000 genes were his. Therefore, it would be here on Earth and onboard a majority-human starship that he would learn to balance his two conflicting halves. Logic was his god, but biology made it impossible for him to suppress all emotions.
To become the man he wanted to be, the most Vulcan of all Vulcans, he had to fully embrace his humanity. Kol-Ut-Shan, commonly known among humans as IDIC, Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combination, was the basis of Vulcan philosophy and it celebrated a vast array of variables in the universe. He could not deny his mother or his heritage.
In the uncertain ebb and flow of time, much of his life history was ebbed in his senses. He could not, would not, be overcome by outside forces. He could only be defeated from within.
If it was his destiny to live without Sarek’s love or respect, then he accepted this fate. To do otherwise would mean sacrificing his soul.
“Pain is a thing of the mind. Pain can be controlled.”
“That is not true my young friend. Pain is a thing of the soul and the soul can only endure.”
An unknown voice floated over Spock’s left shoulder. Turning slowly, the Vulcan found himself in the presence of an elderly monk, standing barefoot on a single cobblestone that marked a path between two thick trees. The monk, whose robes were plain and dignified, had so many wrinkles there wasn’t a single smooth area remaining on his face.
“The essence of a Vulcan is found in his mind,” Spock said in a quiet voice.
“The essence of a human is found in his soul.”
Spock swallowed hard. “Then I am doomed for my essence cannot reside in two places.”
The bald monk, whose eyes were the color of dead leaves, shook his head slowly. “You are not defined by being either this or that. You are and that is sufficient.”
The monk reached out to touch Spock’s arm. The Vulcan braced himself. Humans never seemed to fully appreciate that while Vulcan’s repressed their emotions, as touch telepaths they were extremely sensitive to those of others. As young as he was, Spock knew he could not easily cope with their emotions and his own inner turmoil simultaneously.
The old man’s hand was firm on his arm. Surprisingly warm, given that humans had body temperatures considerably lower than Vulcans, the monk’s touch did not convey chaotic emotions.
Instead there was warmth, peace, tranquility ,and serenity.
“Come with me, child. There are souls who wish to meet you.”
A/N: Ugh! Somebody kill me now!