In ninety-nine universes out of a hundred, Sybok would have passed by the display without even turning to look at it as he headed through the spacedock above Vulcan on his way to the stars. In virtually all of the few universes where he did pause to look, he would quickly turn away and continue towards his destination without a backward glance. This time however, he moved towards it, slightly alarming the guards who followed him to ensure he left the system never to return...

The display - undoubtedly meant for the sizable number of humans who passed through Vulcan's largest interstellar transportation hub daily - flashed brightly in the neutrally colored departure lounge in a manner that humans and several other species around the galaxy would find eye-catching. It had been eye-catching to Sybok and several other Vulcans who had previously requested its removal for all the wrong reasons however. Rather than being attractive as its designers had intended, it had been a minor annoyance at the edges of his peripheral vision.

It had almost been with a sense of amusement that he had picked up one of the brightly colored brochures. The object, with its primary colors and flickering images of smiling, happy people from a number of races practically begged anyone that looked at it to consider a career in Starfleet. For a moment, Sybok paused, and he considered. Having been thrown out of his father's home and banished from his homeworld for all eternity because he had almost violently disagreed with the Status Quo, it wasn't really as if he had anywhere else to go.

He had planned on starting his search for Sha Ka Ree right away, but the flight he'd booked himself aboard had eaten up most of his meagre supply of credits, and it was uncertain when or how he would get more. While he had chosen to follow the path of emotion, he hadn't rejected logic. He believed logic should be tempered with emotion as it had been in ancient times. Logic dictated that if he wanted to reach Sha Ka Ree, which he believed to be within the barrier in the center of the galaxy any time in the near future, he should acquire either a large amount of credits at once or obtain a steady income. He had little prospects of obtaining a large amount of credits at once without commiting a crime of some sort, but he would be able to acquire a steady income quite easily. Obtaining a steady income that would allow him to travel through space would only be a little more difficult. Starfleet appeared to coincide with his goals quite nicely.

There was still a while until the ship he booked aboard departed, meaning that there was still time to change his travel arrangements. Swiftly making up his mind, he turned to the nearest computer terminal and booked himself aboard a small vessel that was headed for Earth in two hours. He knew little about the planet that had been home to his father's second wife, but for his current purposes, he knew enough. Should he fail to get into Starfleet, Earth was the center of the Federation, making it a travel destination and center of business for a large part of the galaxy. Going to Earth would be a logical choice whether or not he went into Starfleet, and he could admit to a great deal of curiosity about the world his half-brother Spock's mother came from.

Yes, he would go to Earth, and he would use the ten days the journey would take to fill out the application for Starfleet which had come with the brochure.