06-14-2026, 07:03 PM
Miller had been incredibly accommodating of Sovar since his arrival, despite the initial awkwardness. She seemed eager, curious, and observant, the latter a skill she no doubt honed in both science and security. That was yet another thing that they shared in common; both had backgrounds in uncommon pairings. Sovar’s brow rose when he considered that fact.
“ I rather quite enjoyed discussing it Commander and would happily do so again on any subject or if you have any other insights”.
Sovar nodded thoughtfully, then listened as she spoke further to some of the projects that the Artemis and team were working on. It did seem, to him, that details were sparse at the beginning, but as Miller went on it became apparent that her interest was somewhere else. While there was, no doubt, spectacular amounts of data gathered from their journeys, it seemed that the Lieutenant Commander had a personal project which, was at the forefront of her mind.
Young Sovar would have understood that completely, and he allowed himself a brief moment of reminiscence for the boy before Star Fleet. How lost in obsession he had become when studying n-body problems in the early days of his academic career. Exploring how easily elements of chaos could be introduced into dynamic systems. The research he made in trying to see if there were gravitational variances in the sector that Rubicun was in. Anything to uncover evidence of something lurking in the cosmic vastness that could explain his father’s disappearance. It was not something he thought of often, but it never truly laid at rest in his mind.
“Can I show you where I was prior to our meeting?”
“Yes, please do. I am… keen to see your work,” the end of his sentence would have sounded like there was more to it, but he continued the train of thought in his own head.
And understand your fascination with botany.
It was not a field that Sovar himself had studied much in. While there were general courses that were undertaken at the Vulcan Science Academy, the study of plants wasn’t a particularly strong suit of his. Though he did not begrudge anyone their specialities. Additionally, Sovar was genuine when he expressed a desire to see Miller’s work. What a scientist worked on, and how they studied it, could say more than reams of dossiers and personality matrices.
“Spare no details,” Sovar finally said with a decisiveness that he hoped would not broker an enquiry.
“ I rather quite enjoyed discussing it Commander and would happily do so again on any subject or if you have any other insights”.
Sovar nodded thoughtfully, then listened as she spoke further to some of the projects that the Artemis and team were working on. It did seem, to him, that details were sparse at the beginning, but as Miller went on it became apparent that her interest was somewhere else. While there was, no doubt, spectacular amounts of data gathered from their journeys, it seemed that the Lieutenant Commander had a personal project which, was at the forefront of her mind.
Young Sovar would have understood that completely, and he allowed himself a brief moment of reminiscence for the boy before Star Fleet. How lost in obsession he had become when studying n-body problems in the early days of his academic career. Exploring how easily elements of chaos could be introduced into dynamic systems. The research he made in trying to see if there were gravitational variances in the sector that Rubicun was in. Anything to uncover evidence of something lurking in the cosmic vastness that could explain his father’s disappearance. It was not something he thought of often, but it never truly laid at rest in his mind.
“Can I show you where I was prior to our meeting?”
“Yes, please do. I am… keen to see your work,” the end of his sentence would have sounded like there was more to it, but he continued the train of thought in his own head.
And understand your fascination with botany.
It was not a field that Sovar himself had studied much in. While there were general courses that were undertaken at the Vulcan Science Academy, the study of plants wasn’t a particularly strong suit of his. Though he did not begrudge anyone their specialities. Additionally, Sovar was genuine when he expressed a desire to see Miller’s work. What a scientist worked on, and how they studied it, could say more than reams of dossiers and personality matrices.
“Spare no details,” Sovar finally said with a decisiveness that he hoped would not broker an enquiry.