The Logic of Ahimza

Bina Walburn

What exactly happened between the two Vulcan species? What is the logical way to deal with those who do not think like you do?

Conclusion: The Romulus Movement

Ambassador Jinn was already behind in appointments and when he got what would be his last comm. call from Quinn. "Why does he have to act mysteriously? What could be as important as that I had to reschedule of my appointment for the day? Just who does Quinn think he is ordering me around? Just because Surak has his minion at his beck and call does not mean that I have to be at Surak's", he muttered to himself. The very idea of having to be in the same room with that insufferable Vulcan put Jinn in a bad mood. He resisted the urge to rub the ridge on his forehead, a usual sign of nervousness. He thought to himself as he rubbed his forehead that he was so tired of having blood shed over precious resources. He fell into a deep sleep and barely made it to the appointment on time.

On the way to the conference room, he promised himself that he would not tolerate Surak throwing another chair at him and getting away with it. Upon entering the room, he noticed that Surak was nowhere to be seen. He turned to his assistant and said in a menacing tone of voice, "Where is Surak? You are fired if this is your idea of a joke! My time is precious and I have work to do."

Quinn refused to look the ambassador in the eye and instead looked over his shoulder. As Jinn turned around, in walked his enemy. As Quinn handed a glass of mineral water to the surprised diplomats, his troubled expression minutely relaxed.

Jinn made a sarcastic comment about Surak needing to buy a watch, as he seemed to not be able to tell time.

Surak said to Jinn that he could skip sarcasm or that he would leave the appointment.

Jinn glared at Surak as he retorted that he had not made the appointment.

Surak glared back at him and said that he had not made the appointment either. Both men looked up at Quaisi who looked as if he had wanted to disappear.

Surak finally broke the silence as he gestured for both men to sit down. A jinni made a comment under his breath about at least your assistant is not drinking your water. Surak ignored the comment.

Quasi looked to from Surak back to Jinn and then vice versa.

"If your people are going to agree to my terms of the water treaty then we can sign the treaty. If not, then once again my time has been wasted," Jinn said. "I will show no further leniency towards you or your people, Surak," he exhorted.

Jinn was more than half way towards the exit before Surak had finished shaking his head. As he was about to exit the room, Surak ordered the ambassador to remain.

Jinn stated that throwing another chair at him would not get the desired result.

Qusai who had kept quiet till now had finally lost his temper. "Kroykah!" he commanded. Both men who were not accustomed to hearing their arbitrator raise his voice stared. It was enough to surprise Jinn into sitting down at the chair across from Surak.

Surak took a deep breath as he formulated his plan of strategy. "The fighting has to stop, Jinn."

"The fighting will stop when all of my people's demands are met," Jinn said in an arrogant tone of voice.

"We are the same people, Surak gently said. "Vulcan cannot continue to have continued bloodshed."

"You have all the means to stop the blood," countered Jinn. But you will not concede and all further bloodshed will be on your hands, Surak," Jinn said without batting an eyelash.

Surak ignored the intended insult and asked Jinn how he could not see how emotions was killing our world.

Jinn stated through gritted teeth that he refused to repeat himself.

Surak said, "A radical philosophy will be our best hope of saving our world." He whispered, "Logic," so quietly that he barely was heard.

Jinn just looked at Surak and with a credulous look as if Surak was on drugs. Quasi shook his head and backed up from the two diplomats. "This is your answer to stopping the fighting? Logic?!" he said with a sarcastic laugh

Surak shook his head and stated that he his mind had never been clearer. He looked Jinn straight in the eyes as he reminded him that Jinn's people were on the losing end of a war that they could have no hope to win. "The terms of the ceasefire will be the eventual replacement of emotions in their society with logic."

Jinn shook with rage as he yelled. "Who are you to tell our people how to live their lives?"

"I will not fight you anymore," Surak said with quiet, but complete conviction.

Jinn picked up his chair and broke it over Surak's head. Surak ignored the assault and did not even flinch as green blood oozed from a wound over his left eyebrow. "What is your reaction to that?" He waited for what seemed an eternity but was less then two seconds for Surak to react.

Surak just got up and just stepped out of Jinn's reach.

"You are a Vulcan! What is the logical reaction to that?"

Surak just looked at him.

Jinn waited again for Surak to react again but seeing as that Surak was not going to make the next move, he spoke. "To suppress emotion is not natural. Neither I, nor anyone of my people will follow your twisted philosophy," he yelled.

Surak again reminded him that Jinn was not in the position nor has the luxury to be making demands. "Your alternative will be to leave Vulcan."

Jinn flushed green as he screamed that his people will not be oppressed by a madman's idea of salvation. Before he stormed out of the room, the last thing he ever said to Surak was that he and his people would not live as a slave to Surak's demands and that he would rather leave Vulcan. He cried out, "We would rather leave and live on our own terms rather then live on our knees."

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