USS Dark Fire (IC)

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870521.0630

“Captain, I believe if your son died in Battle he died with honor, would you strip him of that?” Ambassador M’Chel commented. “I’m not versed in Klingon Law, but if Captain Hora wins, don’t you and your son both burn in Gre’thor? Since she’s not Klingon…”

‘Perhaps I should check Klingon Law concerning this,” The Ambassador suggested looking at Captain Hora. It was her choice after all.

“We’ll need the cooperation of all the ships to blockade the Base. If even one ship maneuvers out of position it’s a failure of all The Dark Fire cannot do this alone, we need everyone’s help in this.” Reeves informed everyone.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Captain Mactek

Captain Mactek shrugged off the comments by Ambassador M’Chel. She knew she could kill Hora in combat. Her challenge was not really about vengeance. Her goal was to kill the Orion manipulator and increase her standing among her fellow Klingon captains.

“I’m not worry, Captain Hora is not a warrior. I will kill her” Captain Mactek replied to Ambassador M’Chel

Dark Fire

“Aklon Mactek was infected by the parasite prior to his death.” The ship’s AI reported.

Thuh Mactek was shocked by this news. “The machine lies!” She yelled in disbelief

“You can verify my report with your own ship’s sensor data.” Dark Fire replied with no emotion

“You have no Right of Vengeance. NOW SIT DOWN” Captain Jo’vak yelled back

Captain Mactek sat down but there was a look in her eyes, that this was not over.

“We still need a leader of the blockade.” Hora said “I nominate Captain Jo’vak. Each ship will patrol their sector and can operate independently in that sector. Captain Jo’vak will control the sector allocations any adjustments needed if a ship is damaged or decides to leave. Is that acceptable to all parties?”

“How do we know you are not controlling Captain Jo’vak with your pheromones?” Captain Mactek asked

“Does he look delirious with lust?” Hora asked the female Klingon. “Dark Fire scan all the males in this room. Any of them subjected to female Orion pheromones or delirious with lust?”

“No males have female Orion pheromones in their bodies in this room. However, all the males with the exception for Commander Reeves have slightly elevated heart rate. Some of the Klingon males are excited by Captain Mactek. The other males are more excited by Captain Hora, Ambassador M’Chel, and Dr L’Sa. Captain Grogit is the most excited of all males, and seemed to be most interested in Captain Hora. He is currently fully erec”

“Enough” Hora interrupted. “No males under control.”

“I accept this arrangement” Captain Mactek agreed

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870521.0700
That was one of the perks of being married to a Vulcan female, Reeves silently admitted. No Orion pheromones could affect him. Not even a room full of the women could affect him. Not that they’d ever interested him beforehand either.

But once he met L’Sa nothing else mattered. It had shocked her to no end when he’d appeared with her in meditation. He’d been confused as well. Her mother ended up explaining to them both what had happened. And hey hadn’t even mated.

Most people assumed it meant he was blind to the beauty of others. But they would be wrong. He found a great many women aboard the ship attractive, but he also found cats and puppies to be cute. But he had no interest in having sex with them, or with animals, or great works of art.

Scanning the room he mentally told his mate that Captain Mactek would probably ambush the Captain in the halls, or her quarters. L’Sa agreed, the Klingon Captain had to much hate, and her son dying to the parasite was a dishonorable way to go. Essentially stabbed in the back and turned into a meat puppet.

And the poor Bolian captain, having his state of arousal spoken about was inappropriate. But as a Captain he was fair game for Hora. Equal rank. Different ships. No chain of Command to cause problems.

The pilot was going to cause them problems, hell this was all his fault right now. But they’d deal with it later.

“Captain Jo’Vak at your ready I can explain our capabilities so you can best position us with accurate knowledge.” He wasn’t about to tell this Captain that Hora had only been in command for 5 days. What an active five days. Two First Contacts. Both hostile. One seeking to ruin the Federation. The other was an unknown factor.

Looking at Hora, Jo’Vak smiled unhappily. “You would have your First Officer explain things to me? Am I not your equal?” Fucking Klingon’s! Either drunk and angry, or just plain angry. Never happy except in the thirty seconds after Battle ends.. And only if they are the victor.

“Absolutely you are equals, but Captain Hora has obligations that I am not authorized to deal with. Plus, I was once an engineer and am more trained on the systems of this vessel.” The fact he was a demolitions engineer was an unspoken lie. He was an Engineer, in a manner of speaking.

“Bah, very well. I’ll accept this. For now.”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

“Then I will attend to my obligations” Hora said as she stood up and walked out of the conference room. A keen eye, one that was use to fighting in hand-to-hand combat, would have noticed that Hora was covering up her injured feet. All Klingons in the military have keen eyes. The fact that Hora had the courage to accept Captain Mactek's challenge impressed them.

“QajunpaQ” (courage) Captain Jo’vak said to commander Reeves after Hora was gone.

Hora headed to the bridge as Commander Reeves gave Captain Jo’vak a briefing and tour.

“Lt York, send the following message fleet wide and all federation allies.” She told the communication officer.

“Yes, Captain” Lt York replied, his eyes drifted to her chest for a split second then he turned to transmit the message. Hora had a small smile on her face. At least one male on the bridge wanted to fuck her.

“I’ll be in the brig if needed.” Hora informed the bridge crew.

As the doors to the turbo lift opened, there stood Captain Grogit.

“Oh, hi Captain” Hora said with some surprise

“Mind if I hitch a ride with ya?” he asked

“Certainly” Hora replied. She stepped inside the turbo lift and the doors closed. “Brig” she told the computer. The lift started moving.

"I was thinking we could use our warp fighters to help enforce the blockade" Hora said to the captain as small talk.

“That's a solid notion, for the non-combatants. Cap'n, reckon we could chew the cud one-on-one sometime?” Captain Grogit asked

A lusty smile appeared on Hora’s face “I was hoping you’d ask… after the brig meeting. We can talk in my quarters” Hora suggested

“You just put a shine on my head!” Captain Grogit replied

They arrived at the brig, Ambassador M’Chel was waiting for them.

“Captain Grogit, the parasite is all one being. So anything it learns here can be spread to other parts. Best not to give anything away.” Hora reminder the Bolian. Then she turned to Ambassador M’Chel. “If it helps, we have all the parasites in space in a decaying orbit around this sun. Might be leverage… I don’t know” Hora said to the member of the Vulcan high council.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870521.0900
He’d spent two hours explaining the basics of the Dark Fire, not all of her abilities but enough that Captain Jo’Vak was wary of a face to face fight.

The Klingon’s ship could hit hard, but not fast enough to cripple the Dark Fire, before the Dark Fire annihilated his ship.

With the Klingon Captain gone and planning how to set up the blockade the Dark Fire set course at Warp 7 towards the Star Base. Something all the ships in the fleet could manage without straining their ships to hard.


Stardate 29870521.1000
“Ensign Cook, in recognition of your work and scientific and engineering acumen in the investigation of the Death of Captain James Marcus you are hereby assigned to Assistant Chief Engineer. It does not come with a rank increase, but keep this up and it will. You’ll be under review for a minimum of 90 days if there are no complications, in 90 days, you should be receiving a promotion, but that will be a decision of the Captain. But I’m recommending it.”

“Did you have any questions or concerns?”


Stardate 29870521.1100
“Shino M’Leo, Callsign: Tiger You violated direct orders resulting in the death of at least one Klingon Ally. Be happy I’m not bringing you up on charges and requesting a formal inquiry. That would end your career.”

“This will result in your demotion of two full ranks to Lieutenant, Junior Grade. Your other option is a formal Court Martial which will result in loss of all Rank. Imprisonment for no less than 10 years, and the possibility of a Klingon Trial which would result in death or imprisonment on Rura Penthe.”

“That means you would serve time in a Federation Facility until released and turned over to the Klingon Empire for their trial and imprisonment. You may be tried by the Empire at a time of their choosing.”

“This is your only out. IF we don’t Court Martial you, the Klingon’s have no grounds. But the hotdoging, the ignoring Orders, the catnip, it ends. Or the next time you’re in my office you’ll leave in cuffs.”

“You’ve proven you have skill and aptitude, but you got reckless. Cocky. Minimal rations five days, no flight activity for fourteen days, the loss of two ranks authority and pay, effective the moment you fired on the IKS D’Nara 29870520.2331.”

“I’m not your enemy Mc’Leo, but I cannot allow you to disobey the Captain’s orders without repercussions. You’re actions may have caused the death of the gunner of the weapon emplacement, we’re waiting on an autopsy to determine the gunner’s cause of death.”

He’d send the report to the Captain for final determination. But McLeo was responsible for the Klingon's Challenge.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Ensign Cook

Ensign Cook headed down to the main engineering and her new boss, The assistant chief engineer, LT Doji Fay. She had always liked the engineering spaces. They seemed like giant physics laboratory experiments. USS Dark Fire had a huge main engineering section. It featured three deck levels. The lower of the three levels featured the chief engineer's (CHENG’s) office, a large monitoring area, and space for monitoring and analysis of the propulsion systems, with the second and third tiers featuring large catwalks ringing around the entire room.

LT Fay was waiting for her outside the CHENG’s Office. Outwardly, LT Fay looked very similar in appearance to a human, however he had long, pointed ears and a widow’s peak hair line. He was a Sephi. They were known for their long lifespans and their proficiencies when it came to machinery. Their long lifespans meant they could reach an age of at least 300, though some sources say it could be up to 400 years.

“Ensign Riley Cook reporting as ordered” She reported in, with a salute

“LT Doji Fay” he said back and returned the salute. “My, aren’t you an attractive female” he commented rather of factually.

“Excuse, me?” Riley said not believing what she had just heard.

“I don’t mean to compliment or offend. But I have worked with humans a long time, a few hundred years now, and your appearance can influence other engineer staff members. Your species is very visual.” He explained.

“Oh, ok” she said.

“I have reviewed your resume, and you have many skills. I would like you to overhaul of one of our warp capability fighters. The same principal in that smaller warp engine, also drive the Dark Fire’s warp engines. It will allow me to get to know you better. You can demonstrate your considerable engineering knowledge; and I have an interest in ancient Terran culture. You can educate me on that as well. Sounds like a fun time.” LT Fay explained.

“Great” Ensign Cook agreed.

“Let’s get started” LT suggested as he pointed the way to #3 hanger bay where the fighter was located.

LTJG Shino "Tiger" Mc’Leo

Shino was in his quarter reviewing what had happened to him.

“That’s Cool, Sir” is all he said to Commander Reeves. Luckily, the Commander understood that was his way of agreeing with the charges. But he was pretty bummed out about what happened. His actions had been heroic, daring, and showed amazing skill. He had saved Dark Fire from getting blasted by the Klingon ship. But nevertheless, he had violated the Captain’s orders. The same captain he had slept with! He had thought maybe Captain Hora would lighten the punishment. But she did not. Now he realized, she could not show him any extra favors because he had slept with him.

“WOW… what a total wipe out!” He said to himself. He had been in and out of the brig and he had been a problem for the XO. He needed to change his ways. He needed to keep his good traits and get rid of the bad ones. He really had no idea how to do that. But he knew he had to give up catnip. It was going to be hard… but he had to do it.

They had taken his fighter down for maintenance. In fact, Ensign Cook was going to overhaul his warp drive. He had nothing to do for a while. So he would work on giving up catnip.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870522.0600

A transmission from Captain Jo’Vak to the Star Base informed them that the trans-warp coils on the Dark Fire had been damaged by flying to close to the black-hole and the escape from said black hole. Current speed was warp 7 which meant it would take some time to arrive at the Star Base.

Not nearly as much of a delay as the Dark Fire Crew needed to find answers, but the best they could get away with. For the moment anyways.

Reeves was rather surprised the Captain hadn’t reduced the damage to Mc’Leo’s rank. The man could fly better than most, but was reckless and cock sure. Maybe this time he’d learn a few lesson’s about following ordered and discipline.

“Lt. Sol, how are you adjusting to the ship? Everything agreeable?” He asked the security officer. "Have a second date yet?"​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

Hora was laying in her bed looking up at ceiling as Captain Coran Grogit snored next to her. There were many thoughts going through her head. The negotiations with parasite had gone nowhere. Ambassador M’Chel was skilled, but the parasite was too hostile. She had ordered the part of the parasite in space to be placed into a stable orbit close to the gas giant. A monitor/warning buoy was also place in a much higher orbit. The buoy warned travelers of the dangerous parasite. It also kept track of the parasite… in case their orbit changed.

She had made love to Coran. She was certain that Bolian’s sex was fun, if you are another Bolian. However, not if you are another species. Hora started the sex correctly pressing her forehead on to his with her eyes closed. Then both of them touched each other’s necks with both hands, placing the fingers where one would check of a pulse.

It was intimate and pleasurable. However, Bolian internal chemistry and fluids, including their saliva and ejaculate is corrosive to other species. Hora ended up giving the Coran a hand job. He was kind enough to also finger her. But she was kind of looking forward to more body-on-body sex.

Oh well, you have to try everything at least once. And for an Orion, even this bonding was important, as she knew him better and he knew her better too.

She felt bad about LTJG Shino "Tiger" Mc’Leo punishment. However, she would not show him any special treatment just because he had fucked her.

Finally, she thought about Captain Jo’vak and the blockade. Klingons were not known for patience. She hoped the science team came up with something quick. But if they did not… they needed another plan. That would take a few more sleepless night to develop.

Lt Sol

The big dinosaur looked back at the commander.

“Yes… I learned how to hug correctly. Then she tried to kill me… and then called me an egotistical, big-headed, ass” Lt Sol admitted “Having a big head is a compliment for croco-lamia. But I learned that she did not mean it as a compliment. Nevertheless… she has been very affectionate towards me. Warm bloods can be very confusing. Do you have any advice?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870522.0630​

“Apologize for whatever she thinks you did wrong. Give her chocolates, and fresh flowers. In a pot so they will grow. Don’t rip them from the ground, use a replicator. A flowering cactus, or other hot temperature flowering plant.”

“Make sure the chocolates, or other candy is chilled when you arrive, but not frozen. You don’t want it to melt.”

“And agree with her more often, but not all the time.”

0800​

Looking over the reports the science team was no closer to a weapon, but it had only been a day. Engineering was looking at boosting shield power. Hydroponics had a fresh crop of tomato's ready, and cucumbers. Security was still stability and holding the parasites with no difficulty.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Ensign Cook

“Yes, Terran’s pollute their own planet and then deny they caused global warming” Ensign Cook explained as she adjusted the matter-anti-matter flow conduit.

“REALLY?” Doji gasp in shock.

“Your species lives a long time… and have a greater sense of slow changes to the environment. Human’s need to rely on written history. It took them a while to “believe” in the change.” Riley offered as reasoning

“And the greed economy… how did that work again?” Doji asked as he monitored the flow dynamics.

“Everyone was out for themselves. Governments provided some controls, but humans with more $$ could get rules changed to exploit their fellow humans to a greater degree.”

“It is a wonder your species does not eat each other!” Doji remarked.

“A few ancient tribes did, but the bigger issue was war. Humans fought 3 world wars.” Riley conceded “Once free energy generations was possible, the greed economy evaporated and people saw what it was based upon. It was not all bad. The motivations of the greed economy generated the “betterment” economy we have now.”

“Your species is one of the fastest to develop warp drive… and you have been the driving force behind the federation. It is quite remarkable, considering your species history” Doji said as reflection.

“We try” Ensign Cook said back with a smile “I think it is done. Warp engine overhaul complete”

“Yes, my reading show you have completed the task. Everything is according to federation requirements except one item. You added a beryllium feed line to the thrusters. That is not according to requirements.” Doji pointed out

“Yes, I know Lt Mc’Leo personality, and I thought he’d like a little turbo boost. It is a one time use item. But based upon his flying style… I think he’ll love it.”

“MMM, I see, quite innovative!” Doji commented “You are ready to stand watch in main engineering. Please show up there tomorrow”

LTJG Shino "Tiger" Mc’Leo

“LTJG Mc’Leo personal log,

Nip, Nip, NIP is totally gnarly, dude! Catnip! I’m stoked on it, but its grip is totally brutal. Got a wild ride with catnip, like, forever wanting more, man! If it's offered, I can't say no, ya know? But I get it's a rad but harsh trip, man. Gotta wipe out this addiction, bro.

I chill all day dodging thoughts, steering clear of vibes that get me craving it. Like being at a bash, or dreaming of hitting a niphouse, or just catching a whiff. I'm totally avoiding feels, whether rad or rough, 'cause they send me into a tailspin.

I was thinkin' 'bout Riley, dude. Thought I might hit her up. But, like, not now. No way, man.

Dude, this bummer’s kinda good for me. It’s made me totally go “cold” turkey. But right now, my hands are still vibin’ with the shakes from the withdrawal. You can bet the non-stop cravings lead to some gnarly moments, friend drama, and sometimes I’m just trippin’ on my own vibes. So, as you ride this wave, keep that in mind, bro.

Struggling, LTJG Mc’Leo”

Lt Sol

“Females, can’t live with them, can’t tear their limbs off and eat them” Lt Sol commented as Captain Hora appeared on the bridge.

He quick stated “Captain, on the bridge”

Hora

“I could say the same thing about men!” Hora replied to Lt Sol. She waved off the officer of the deck report and headed over to Commander Reeves.

“You are looking better.” She commented. “Maybe next time you should avoid taking a slug to the gut!” She joked “And I know you have been worried about me, but my feet as better and as beautiful as before. Capable of preforming all manner of sexual pleasure.” She added with a naughty smile.

“Seriously, I’m thinking about tactics of taking the space station… in a sneakier way. I would love to brain storm some ideas with you. When is a good time?” Hora asked.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870522.0800
“Of course, Captain. I’m ready whenever you are.” Reeves replied. He’d wondered if he’ be in involved in the attack/infiltration talks or not.

“I was wondering if I’d be allowed to be part of the plans.” He told her softy so the rest of the bridge didn’t over hear. “Shall we discuss plans in my office?”

I did have one, he just almost never used it, except when dealing with promotions or reprimands. Leading the way he followed her into his office.

Bare and plain, much like the way he behaved. Military organization. No decorations or displays. Simple. Clean. He did have a holo display of the ship in the center of the room. Larger than the one on the bridge it tracked all the current ship statuses. Yellow for under repair, red for needing repair, and blue for status normal.

“I’m assuming you want the marines and security involved?”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

Hora grabbed one of the vacant seats and leaned back in the chair.

“Yes, of course I want you involve. You might be leading one of the teams. But before we get the marines and security involved, let’s just discuss ideas?” Hora said. Then she came forward in her chair, leaning in towards Commander Reeves.

“I’m worried the Klingons might not have the patience for a long blockade. Also, the parasite might break it by bringing in more ships. So we can’t hold the blockade for long.

I have three ideas, in no particular order.

• I call this Commando One: We place a small team in space suits on a hidden part of the outer hull of a merchant ship. The ship gets through the blockade… or arrives before our blockade is set up. Anyhow, the team disable one of the shield generators and opens a hole for our fighters. We take out their shields and weapons quickly
• I call this Rogue one. We, cause the merchant ship to “lose control”, and it crashes into the shield generator.
• I call this Parasite One: Same basic idea… but the team sneaks onto the station. Taps into the station’s main computer and takes it over. We are now the parasite, living within the station’s computer core. We take over the computer… and shutdown all the shields and weapons. We can even release anti-intrusion gas and put station personnel asleep. Use the transporters… etc.

Thoughts?

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870522.0900

Although all of them are excellent suggestions, Commando One, being least destructive, would be my recommendation. We could need those shields at a later time.”

“Now with that option we’d need engineer’s as part of the Unit. To increase expediency and efficiency of the operation.”

“And going with the Parasite plan we could also infiltrate the computer and start finding the parasites from inside as well.”

The Base transporters could process everyone in a night, just like we did with the Dark Fire. We could check the AI of the base for infiltration and have it do what Dark Fire did.”

“If you think that’s plausible.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

Hora looked over to Commander Reeves across the dimly lit office. The holo image of Dark Fire providing the light which highlighted his face. His expression serene yet intense. She just looked at him for a moment. The only sound in the room the hum of the ship's engines.

“I thought you might not like any of my ideas” Hora confessed.

This comment caused Reeves to raise his eye brows.

“Thank you” Hora replied. She had been seeking some respect from the commander since she had reported aboard. His acknowledgement of one of her ideas was a huge for her.

"Good. We might need to keep the Klingon’s in the dark on this idea.” She added “Adding an engineer is a great idea. A diversionary tactic might also increase our chances of success. Maybe something like the merchant ship is being chased by USS Dark Fire. The space station defensive forces will be focused on USS Dark Fire. The security teams worried about intruders, vice our stowaways on the outside of the merchant ship’s hull. Should provide our team a window of opportunity." Hora explained her eyes sparkled with excitement. She loved how daring the plan was.

“You know… we might be working like a team” Hora teased Reeves. “I feel like I should go over there and give you a nice big hug”

LT Sol

Zosh had an apology ready, cooled chocolates, and fresh flowers in a pot. As he approached Loka door. He rang and the door opened.

“Oh hi” Loka said, she was only dress in a towel. It looked like she had just gotten out of the shower.

“These are for you” Zosh said as he handed her the chocolates and flowers. There was a confused look on her face.

“I’m sorry I was an ass, earlier.” He apologized, trying to explain his actions.

“Well, apology accepted. Do you want to come in?” She asked.

“Sure” He agreed and entered her room. As the door closed, Loka dropped the towel covering her body. The Twi’lek’s nude body was amazing and sexy. Even Zosh, who preferred cold blooded mates, had to admit Loka body was amazing.

However, Zosh was a bit confused about what was happening. And this confusion was written on his face.

“I’m sorry I tried to kill you” Loka explained “and this is my apology” As she gave Zosh a hug!

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870522.1000

With a raised eyebrow, Commander Reeves tilted his head slightly. A plausible idea is plausible. If you had recommended seducing them I would have objected. But sneaking aboard is a very excellent idea.”

“I feel my wife would object to any physical ontact, including a hug.” He replied.

“I would recommend the Vor’Cha Cruiser Tah’Kaht. It’s the logical alternative to a merchant vessel. Any merchant vessel would not have the speed to escape us for very long unless we took one close to the station. Whereas the Tah’Kaht could have survived the attack and would have the abilities to outrun us. Plus once inside they would have a better chance of maintaining control of in- and out-going of any ships.”

“However a Merchant ship has a tactical advantage that they will be less suspicious to a merchant ship.”

“So do we seize a merchant ship or attack one and stowaway our crew on the outside?”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

“Ok, no hug.” Hora replied with a smile.

“I think a merchant ship is the way to go. We cloak one of our warp capable fighters or shuttlecrafts and intercept the ship as it drops out of warp. The team secretly is attached to the hull of the merchant. Then our blockade ships approach to seize the merchant ship. The merchant will race to the space station for protection. We break off the attack as the merchant reaches the station. Bingo, our team is on the space station. We could also put our team on the merchant ship before they start their journey to the station as stowaways. Then they sneak out after docking to the station.” Hora suggested.

“Who do you think should be on the team? Please include yourself and Dr L’Sa as possible choices. I don’t think it should be me. Hard to hide my green skin or big tits” Hora concluded

Lt Loka Bumme

Loka had made love to a few different species. All were unique, but compatible with the Twi’lek female physique. Twi’lek bodies and parts were flexible and stretchable. Twi'leks were viviparous, and could mate all year round. And finally, due to their high metabolism, and two stomachs, female Twi'lek generally developed larger breasts, storing more milk than the average human. Many species liked these big breasts.

Zosh on the other hand was reptilian. She knew rub their head together was important to him. So that was the way she had started. This turned into him rubbing his head in more intimate spots. His skin was a little rough, so he changed to rubbing his smoother, softer, underbelly skin near his chin against her. That work and she loved it. She returned the gesture and rubbed her face and head against his rather large cock.

This seemed to really turn Zosh on. Loka had been worried that Zosh might get a little too rough once fully turned on. But he was a gentle and caring lover. He did make a low humming noise once he penetrated her. The part she was not ready for was he wanted to mate for 12 hours!

After two hours, she had to ask him to stop. She had cum so many times, she was worried about passing out. He did achieve multiple orgasms himself, but he could have gone on for another 10 hours. She was really hoping, this was not a deal breaker for their relationship.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870522.1030

“Although stowing away on a merchant ship sounds fun and romantic, it only work’s in stories. Merchant ships move at Warp three or less. It takes months to move between ports.”

“Your first suggestion is more reasonable,” Reeves replied. He’d forced himself not to say logical. Though it was, logical. But he used the word often and he understood some of the crew found it irritating.

“Myself, ensign Cook for an Engineer, Lt. Sol for muscle if we need it. And it will give me a chance to observe him in an actual situation, instead of a simulation. I figure fifteen of us should be able to do it. Five squads of three.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

“That sounds like a great team! But I’m not sure we can hide 15 people. We might be limited based upon the merchant ship’s shape and size. However, we can figure that out later. I think we have enough of a plan. Can you get a small group to figure the details, equipment they need, and training. Just keep it secret, I don’t want the Klingon’s to know yet.” Hora suggested

There was a moment of silent between them.

“Things didn’t work out between me and Captain Grogit” She admitted “An unbalanced relationship. He liked me too much. The feeling was not mutual. There was a problem with sexual compatibility too. You have any suggestions? And I’m not into Klingons, or holodeck simulations.” Hora stated

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870522.1100

“Suggestions for your relationships?” Reeves asked out loud. “I would recommend a Vulcan or Human. Scientist or teacher. One of he thousands of civilian's. Or you could try the red section. But I advise against it. You could always try going without.” he added deadpanned.

“I’ll speak with Lt Sol and Ensign Cook personally, no comms, and work out arrangement's and teams.”

After the meeting with the Captain was finished he called the two in question to his office, laid out the plan and asked for each of them to pick 6 more engineers and 6 more security respectively.

"Lieutenant, Ensign, this is a top-secret mission. You may not speak of it to anyone, including myself outside this office or the captain's office. I'll need those names by the end of the work shift, don't speak to them, just get me the lists."



If they couldn't use that many so be it, but better prepared, than not prepared.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

Hora was thinking about what Reeves had told her. She was walking towards the turbo lift. She was going to check on the progress of the science teams finding a solution to the parasite. But something Reeves had said stuck in her mind. His advice against going to the red section.

She was the captain and she should be able to go where ever she wanted on this ship. She knew that with a ship this size, almost 25,000 people, it was like a floating city. And just like a city’s mayor, there were areas a mayor needed to use caution before entering.

She walked back to her quarters and pulled out her cloak and some of her civilian clothing. She changed and armed herself with a phaser. Then she headed back to the turbo lift.

The “red sector” of the ship was an informal designation and it was not one area but actually two. Located near the massive rear engine manifolds and the large cargo holds, sometimes called the “armpit” of ship. The area was noisy, with huge pipes overhead and pumps running all the time. Civilians (Humans and Ferengi) on Dark Fire had set up make shift market places and entertainment areas. The red section was divided into the "New Quarter" (port side) and the "Old Quarter" (starboard side).

Hora dressed in Orion clothing, and wearing a cloak with her hood up and veil on to hide her face walked through the Old Quarter. She visited a marketplace with many difficult to get items to buy. Some of it was illegal, like catnap and drugs, but other items were Romulan ale or Kilga baskets. The place was dimly lite and trading was done in low whispers. She noticed a few thugs standing around. She also saw one door way where men and women were going in and coming out. It appeared to be a brothel.

She walked over to the New Quarter which was better lite and had a noisier market area. Merchants were calling out from their stalls with deals and showing their wears to shoppers. This area seemed safer, although she did notice a pickpocket moving through the crowd.

Gaelston’s Cantina served as the hub of this New Quarter. She decided to go inside and check it out. She pulled open the old, metal door, and was welcomed by the smell of alcohol, smoke, and music. The place was busy. The bartender noticed her arrival and welcomed her with a nod.

As the place was packed, she headed for the bar. She noticed more trading of goods and services going on inside, but also food, drink and entertainment. Several long tables are occupied by excited groups of people eating. There was two naked males dancing on one table, while the females cheer them on with clapping and yelling. There were other, smaller tables occupied by people who were probably starting to reach the point of having drunk too much, though nobody seems to be stopping them. All the stools at the bar are occupied, so she just stood against the bar.

The bartender, a large and muscular human male came over.

“What’ll you have?” He asked.

“An Orion’s Belt” Hora replied lusty voice and a smile. The man could not see the smile because of her veil, but he did notice her smiling eyes and the lust in her voice. “First time here, who are you?” She asked.

The man was unaffected by her flirting voice.

“The name's Donnor Gaelston, I own this place. And before you get any ideas, I’m a retired constable from the Io colony.”

Hora knew the Io colony was known as a rough place. Flirting was not a good approach with this male. She decided to be more direct.

“You might be just the person I’m looking for. I need to hire someone with good fighting abilities. Knows their way around cypher locks and central computers.”

Gaelston handed Hora her drink.

“I’m not the friendliest bartender in the galaxy, but I’m respected by my customers for never asking any questions” Gaelston replied. “But I’m going to break my rule this one time. Your request is rather specific.”

Hora realized she had fucked up. No one doing illegal activities would have stated their needs so specifically.

“Clearly, I’m new at this. But do you know anyone?” She asked

Gaelston eyes narrowed and he looked hard at Hora. “I served the federation for nearly thirty years” the grizzled retired constable said. Then he leaned in close to her. “Now why don’t you pull that veil down so I can see your face. Captain Hora” He whispered

“How did you know?” Hora asked. she did not remove her veil.

“Your voice… not only do we hear your voice on ship wide announcements, but a few enterprising Ferengi have develop a holo-sex program of you. It has been very popular.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Major K'alena
Stardate 29870522.1200
Unofficially the Marines were the police force of the red sector. So, when Captain Hora stepped into old quarter it was noticed, and reported, to Major K’alena.

But the Captain was moving faster than expected. So, The Major didn’t catch up until she was in Gaelston’s. Moving to a corner The Major took a seat and waited. She’d do nothing unless the Captain needed some lifesaving maneuver's.

She wasn’t a regular, but she was in often enough to know the running's and happenings that went on. And as long as nobody was stabbed or died, or ran serious drugs, she let it slide. It gave people an out, and a way to relax.

Captain Marcus had only come down here with notice, and an escort, usually to have a little gamble time, and a hooker. But that had been on the down low, and her payment had been real Klingon Blood Wine. Not that fake synthetic shit.

If Captain Hora died, Reeves would blame her for failing to protect her. But that was another conversation, and once the Captain was done playing, Major K’alena would have a conversation with her.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Gaelston

Gaelston had seen the Klingon enter the bar. He knew what that meant. He leaned in and whisper to Hora.

“Starra is my wife’s name. We have five children, two boys and three girls. My second son’s name is Ryn. He is a handsome, cheerful lad. He’s kind-hearted, and would never willingly trouble another person. Ryn is the man you seek. He is good in a fight, knows cypher locks and computers. He also was touched by the gods at birth. He has some extra abilities that might be useful. Quarters are on deck 38, sect 75, you’ll find him there”

“Thank you” Hora replied.

The bartender looked hard at Hora

“Service with the federation will be good for him. But only if he makes it out alive.”

“We’ll do our best to keep him safe” Hora replied.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Major K'alena
Stardate 29870522.1215

K’alena noticed the Owner notice her and gave him a small nod. She’d never had any major issue’s with him, but there was always a first time. Hopefully not today.

She was too far away to overhear what they were talking about, but the way Gaelston was hunched close he had information.

Snarling Major K’alena wasn’t sure who’s ass to rip first. The Captain’s for coming down here alone or Gaelston’s for keeping things from here.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

Hora downed her drink.

“Thanks, Donnor” she said as she provided the credits for her drink.

She departed Gaelston’s Cantina and head up to deck 38, sect 75. In the turbo lift she took off her veil and put down her hood. She was again Captain Hora, just dressed in some casual clothing.

The computer announced her arrival and Starra answered the door. She was an older woman, but still attractive.

“Captain, Donnor mentioned you might be coming by” she said in a sweet voice as the door opened.

“Yes, may I come in?” Hora asked

“Certainly” Starra said and welcomed her into their quarters.

“I’m looking for people aboard the ship, with unique skill sets. Donnor mentioned that your son Ryn, might be a good fit. Can I meet him?” Hora asked

“Ryn, please come out here” Starra asked

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/4644405859342435/

Ryn came out of his room wearing a white robe and carrying an old-fashioned light saber.

Lt Sol

Zosh strode through the crowd with little effort as they parted around him and fanned out to the edges of the stone circle that delineated the outer ring. He looked like a dinosaur from the past. He only wore a pair of shorts. His powerful chest, tough lizard skin shimmering in the noonday sun of the holodeck simulation of a fighting circle on vulcan.

"Any warm blood that defeats me, will be considered for the mission." Zosh declared “In other words, none of you will be selected.” Zosh chuckled at his own joke.

The crowd answered in an eruption of angry shouts and calls that this was unfair.

“This mission will involve unfair situation, get uses to it.” Zosh hissing as he stepped into the stone circle.

“Now who is first” He declared.

Zosh first three opponents were Klingons. He knocked them all out within the first 10 seconds of the start to the fight. He was under strict orders not to break any bones, but bruises and stunning blows were allowed. The crowd was silent and still... fear and respect had taken them. None of the Klingons had even landed a punch on Zosh.

A human named Conor Maxwell stepped into the circle. He was fit and scrappy looking but clearly no match to Zosh.

“I’ll try” he said

"I trust you are aware, Little Mouse, that I will show you no mercy” Zosh commented pointedly. His gaze focused on Conor.

“Understand” Conor said back

“Begin” the computer announced.

Conor did not move. He was in a crouch ready to fight, but he did not approach Zosh like the other fighters had done. He waited for Zosh to move forward.

Zosh did that, stalking directly at Conor.

What Zosh did not realize was Conor was a student of Nunshulo, a strictly defensive martial art. The fighting style focused on defeating your opponent through quick and very specific movements. The primary focus lies on both kicks and grapples and it often relied on speed, or lack thereof, of your opponent.

As Zosh got closer, Conor feigned to the right and quickly darted to left. Zosh almost got him right arm, as the big dinosaur was super-fast. Conor land a quick kick to Zosh, knee, but that just bounced off. That was not a weak spot on Zosh.

Zosh came at Conor again, but this time more ready for any escape moves. Waited then as Zosh fist came forward he let it slip just past his face and grabbed Zosh arm with both his hands, trying to bend it backward. If Zosh had been a human it would have been a very affect move, but Zosh’s strength over powered Conor’s two hand and the dinosaur threw Conor out of the stone circle.

Conor was thankful that the people watching the fight choose to catch him or else his injuries would have been bad.

“You lose” Zosh declared. “But you are on the mission. Good fight”

https://www.deviantart.com/thekingkodiak/art/Photo-2024-07-14-14-47-44-1074819750

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Major K'alena
Stardate 29870522.1230
K’alena lost the Captain on the way through the crowd but got linked up through the Marine’s and Lt. Aegeri in Security. And was ten feet away when the Turbo-lift doors closed and she lost her again. But Security said she was on her way to residential sections, and with the cross point it tied in with Gaelston’s residence, as well as several individual’s that were essentially high class call girls.

She’d send her a strongly worded memo about ‘reckless behavior’ and ‘wildly wandering around without an escort in the red sections no less. At least the stabbings were kept to drunken brawls. And those were rare. The last assailant had spent two hours in an airlock and then a month in the Brig. Before he’d been escorted off he ship and was serving his time in Rura Penthe.

But he’d given a full confession – air locks helped.

Commander Reeves.​

Stardate 29870523.0900
They had five squads all running simulations in the holodecks. At first it had been horrible. But after a few dozens runs they’d finally started to find cohesion. Some of them were still more aggressive and less sneaking than they should be, but it was working out.

Sol and Cook were on his squad because they’d be hitting the main engineering to take out main power. Everyone else was back up in other sections to make sure the plan came together.​