The atmosphere aboard Eos Station felt suffocating. The air carried the sounds of a functioning Starfleet station but seemed to bring with it the unspoken fear that everyone was feeling. In every corner, every corridor, there were hushed conversations, furrowed brows, and anxious glances. The skeleton crew moved with hurried purpose, their usual camaraderie replaced by the threat of the virus. The station, once filled with a sense of unity, now felt divided between hope and dread. Everyone was on edge, wondering who the next victim would be.

Elena and Gab stood in the docking bay, their expressions reflecting the tension of the situation. The vast empty space was eerily quiet, with only the low hum of the station’s systems to break the silence. They waited for Doctor Tavok’s ship to arrive, a moment that promised either a breakthrough or further complications.

Harris glanced at the Captain, his brow deeply furrowed in concern. “Do you trust him?” he asked, his voice low filled with doubt.

Elena sighed, folding her arms across her chest as her eyes remained fixed on the docking bay doors. “Trust is earned, not given, Gab,” she replied. She was firm yet uncertain. “And Tavok… well, we’ll see soon enough. There is very little we know about him and how did he learn of our situation to start with…”

Moments later, the hatch of the ship opened, revealing Doctor Tavok. He was a tall, imposing figure, rigid in posture and every bit the image of a traditional Vulcan. His cold, analytical gaze swept across the docking bay, taking in every detail, before landing on the Captain and her Executive Officer. Dressed in a simple Vulcan robe, Tavok’s demeanor oozed calm and control, yet there was something about him that felt slightly… off.

“Captain Mitchell,” Tavok greeted with a subtle nod, his voice as precise as his manner. “I appreciate your timely acceptance of my arrival.”

Mitchell forced a polite smile, though her wariness was hard to mask. “Doctor Tavok,” she replied. “We’re eager to hear your ideas regarding the virus. Your message indicated you’ve made progress?”

Tavok clasped his hands behind his back, his gaze never wavering. “Indeed. I believe I have developed a partial cure. However, further data is required to achieve full efficacy.” He paused, a slight hesitation in his speech that seemed unusual for a Vulcan. His voice trailed off for a moment before he continued. “I wish to see the USS Edison.”

Gab blinked, surprise flashing across his face. “The Edison? Why?”

Tavok’s expression remained stoic. “My original plan was to study the SS Lien, but it is no longer accessible. The Edison now holds critical information, as the virus has spread more rapidly among its crew than anticipated. If I am to finalize the cure, I need to analyze the environmental conditions aboard the ship.”

Elena and Gab exchanged a glance. Gab shifted uneasily beside her, clearly troubled by the request. “Commander Tindal won’t like this,” he muttered under his breath. “With all the data here on the station, we hoped that you would start here.”

Elena nodded slightly in agreement. “AJ doesn’t have to like it, but we need answers.” She turned back to Tavok, “Very well, Doctor. We’ll arrange for your transport to the Edison. But I warn you, Commander Tindal is protective of his ship. He won’t like this change in plans.”

Tavok remained unmoved, his voice calm and measured as always. “I understand. My only concern is that I have the necessary access to the data I require.”

As the conversation continued, the tension between them was palpable. Tavok, with his cold Vulcan logic, seemed like a puzzle waiting to be solved. And though the promise of a cure was tantalizing, Elen couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this scientist than met the eye.

“Commander Harris will escort you to the transporter room,” Elena gestured, “I am needed in Operations.” She gave a silent nod to the XO.

“This way,” Gab replied.

Sometime later, Elena sat in the ready room looking out the window, “computer being recording.”

“Captain’s Log

The atmosphere aboard Eos Station feels heavier than usual today. The typical hum of activity is silenced. It’s strange. However, the crew’s resilience while strong is mixed with a noticeable tension. This virus is spreading. 

Early today, we received word that Doctor Tavok would be coming here to aid us in our struggle. But, his sudden arrival and his request to study the USS Edison first have added another layer of complexity to an already tense situation. The request itself is unusual, everything from the Edison was sent to the station; he doesn’t need to see the ship.  However, Tavok’s demeanor was impeccably Vulcan.

Commander Harris has voiced his concerns, and I share them. Trust is not something I give freely; it must be earned. Tavok’s insistence on examining the Edison rather than Eos Station raises questions. Why the sudden shift in focus? What critical data does he hope to find on the ship that he couldn’t obtain here?

He speaks of a partial cure, but the need for further data suggests there are still many unknowns. I can’t help but wonder if there’s more to his request than he’s letting on. Commander Tindal is likely to be wary of this new development, and his protectiveness over the Edison will only add to the friction.

I remain cautious. The promise of a cure is a beacon of hope, but I cannot ignore the nagging feeling that there’s more to Tavok’s motives than he’s disclosed. We need answers, and I hope Tavok’s presence will bring us closer to a solution rather than further complications.

End log.”