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The Vulcan dignitaries, a mixed lot of scientists and diplomats, men and women, were still assembling, elegant, lean figures, utterly tranquil and absolutely silent in their flowing white or brown or blue robes.
Specifically, Picard’s mind filled in, Ambassador Spock, formerly of Starfleet, and Starfleet Commander Saavik, first officer of the U.S.S. Armstrong.
The Starfleet officers straightened to attention. So did the Vulcans, though no one could have called their subtle, elegant tensing a military posture.
Control. Logic. Logic is the cornerstone, not violence, not blood—logic. Logic and civilization.
“Ah, you truly are a Vulcan. So consistent. So very . . . vegetarian.” “We follow our beliefs.”
