USS Dark Fire (IC)

[sereneotter00]

◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

With her endless questioning and their peaceful preferences, she wondered if her queries were becoming more fastidious than inquisitive. “I see, thank you.”

“Where is Yaren?” she asked. She glanced at the commander, doubting they’d quickly be leaving the place for the new one, but curious on if it would be a point of interest in the future.

◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

“Well, yeah, but sleeping too much also gives you puffy eyes,” he retorted playfully, circling his face with his finger. “This pretty face can’t afford it.”

He didn’t know if to appreciate her candor or be taken aback by it. A mixture of both, perhaps. “Uh…” Araiza said, unsure on how to proceed. A few sentences in and he was already tongue tied. It didn’t happen often.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870606.1635

“Where’s Yaran?” The Alien asked. “Um.. I don’t know? It’s in a trinary system, Twelve Planets, it’s the second one. But I’m not a pilot, and I’ve never been there. There’s the residue of a shattered moon surrounding it.”

“I’m sorry I wish I could be more helpful, But I haven’t left here in the last seventy years.”

“Captain,” Reeves said tapping his comm badge. “Bitaan says we might find help in a Trinary Star system. Twelve Planets. The second planet is inhabited. So possibly Minshara Class.”

“Mr. Sol, Why is are you and MacPherson inside the ship? I gave no orders to examine or explore it.” Looking rather irritated at the fact that everything could have gone very south if the residence of the planet had been hostile, or protective of the debris field.

***

“Perhaps I was mistaken,” Kavela commented. “Maybe you just wanted someone to eat with. If so I apologize. As I said. Hypersleep. Maybe customs changed while I was asleep.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Lt. Sol

Lt. Sol had seen the Commander angry before. He knew the signs now.

“We’ll be right out, Commander,” he called, sealing the hatch with a hiss and heading toward the hangar bay door, which too small for the walking armored tank.

He squeezed his head through the gap and yelled. “Lt. Bumme. Gunnery Sergeant. Move it. The Commander wants us outside.”

Loka jogged over, lithe in her skin-tight uniform. Zosh couldn’t help but stare a second too long.

Loka cocked an eyebrow mid-stride. “What?”

“You look good running. We should jog together sometime,” Zosh said, with a hopeful thrum in his gravelly voice.

“You? Jogging?” she scoffed. “You will look like a bulk freighter.”

“Where’s our sergeant?” Zosh asked, shifting from flirtation to irritation.

Loka’s smirk faded. “He doesn’t do fleet orders.”

Zosh sighed and gave his massive head a slow shake, tail flicking in frustration. “How does this federation even function?”

Loka didn't answered. She just followed him out of the wreckage to stand infront of the Commander.

Hora

“Begin scan: trinary system, twelve planets,” Hora instructed crisply, eyes locked on the display. “Second planet shows signs of habitation—potentially Minshara-class.”

She replied to the Commander. “Nicely done, Commander. I’ll await the away team’s return.”

 

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◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

“Oh, you are helpful, I sincerely appreciate all the information and help you’ve supplied us,” Xiana guaranteed. Given the opportunity, she’d spend the next year familiarizing herself with all this location had to offer, but there were priorities, such as the cliff of notes waiting at her desk. Perhaps she’d finally make the digital switch.

She listened to the commander and captain’s communications and took an executive decision. “Bitaan, is there anything your people might need that we could help with? We sincerely do appreciate your welcome.”

◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

“I do want to have sex with you,” he answered, more bluntly than he was accustomed to. Typically there was some play or teasing or a facade of hesitation. By the sound of it, she likely also wanted something casual. He could admire that truthfulness. “Guess I’m used to a little more back and forth.”

“You’re not gonna secretly kill me or something, are ya?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870606.1640

Reeves:​

“With two of the three explorer’s standing in front of him Commander Reeves raised a single eyebrow. “Gunnery Sergeant?” he asked, softly. “And a fine bristled brush is waiting for you on my Desk Lieutenant Sol.”

Bitaan:​

“No I have no need for anything. All I need is provided for,” The Alien said looking up at the sunlight and gesturing at the foliage. “Simply Peace and Serenity.”

Dark Fire Bridge:​

The Science Officer sent the incoming Data to the Captains display, the star system generating as a 3D image as data came in.

The second planet was Minshara Class, just barely. Hotter than usual, even more than Vulcan. With a horrible atmosphere filled with toxins and residue from heavy industrial manufacturing.

MacPherson:​

Oblivious to being abandoned by the others MacPherson took a scan of one of the intact fighter craft, uploading it’s readings to the Dark Fire.

Kavela:​

“More back and Forth,” Sighing she looked at him. “Why would I want to know more than the basics? Tall, attractive, healthy, preferably with a descent sized dick, and capable of lasting long enough until I have my own orgasm? The first three are obvious, the last two we’ll see.”

“As for killing you, not unless you fail the last two.” Sipping from her water she looked at the deep fried mushrooms before spearing one with a fork and popping it in her mouth. “Descent, kinda good. Squishy and crunchy. So you get to live until the bedroom at least.”

“And if I was going to secretly kill you, I wouldn’t tell you.” she said popping another mushroom into her mouth.​

 

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◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

“Then we will do what we can to contribute to that. We seek peace as well,” as much as they could afford anyway. It was more of an MO than a constant. “Will we be able to communicate with you once we leave? Or would you prefer to be left alone? I understand wanting to avoid disturbance.”

◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

Healthy was up for debate, but Araiza had never gotten complaints from the other factors. “I don’t know how fast I could get you references on my performances, but I think I know what I’m doing.”

Was a playful approach ideal? She didn’t seem stiff, but certainly more direct. Was it from her lack of socializing or was she just that way? “Lucky me.”

“I feel like it’d be the polite thing to do, don’t you think?” he asked, inching closer to Kavela with a soft shrug. “The mystery can be…. intense.”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Lt Sol and the Tooth Brush

It was a strict code for Croco-lamia not to throw a fellow soldier under the bus. Therefore, Lt Sol was not going to tell the Commander anything.

“I, lost the Sergeant, in the alien ship’s hanger bay.” Lt Sol explained.

“That is not what happened. Gunnery Sergeant said he does not follow fleet orders” Lt Bumme explained to the commander.

“Still my fault. I will collect up the tooth brush upon returning to the ship” Lt Sol stated

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870606.1700

“There is no communication device on this planet, as this is a sanctuary world. Free of the outsiders, except when one such as yourself visits. The Visits have gotten fewer over the years as the memory of the battle wanes in the inds of mammalian kind.” Bitaan replied.

Looking at Bumme Reeves raised an eyebrow looking between them before tapping his commbadge. “Gunny, Cease your exploration and return to the group. Now.” The Gunny might not be Fleet, but Reeves outranked the Major, and on a planetary mission such as this, he was GOD.

Deep in the ship, with layers of metal the Gunnery Sergeant sat back on his heels and listened to the Commander. Sighing he got up and started heading out.

Minutes later he was dropping through the access hatch he’d opened and walked over. He’d already uploaded the data he’d scanned when he got back to the group and gave Reeves a salute. “We’ll speak when we get back to the Dark Fire.” Reeves told him.

“Lets get back to the shuttle,” Reeves said giving Bitaan a nod. “Thank you for your time, patience, and information. Perhaps if we come back this way again, we’ll bring you some of the plants from our worlds.”

“That would be acceptable,” Bitaan replied watching as the group walked back towards their vessel.

Once inside and leaving the planet Reeves opened a commlink. “Tiger, we are leaving the planet surface now, keep a look out, but I doubt we’ll encounter anything. The space battle took place a hundred years ago. But whether that is Terran or local I don’t know.”

“Captain, the Local, Bitaan may be lying to us. Why would multiple alien races have a space battle over a garden planet? Apparently everyone targeted the Scarran’s. A reptile species. Their spacecraft is the one on the planet surface.”​

 

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◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

Before returning to the ship, Xiana handed her remaining sunflower seeds to the creature with a grin. “A small contribution. May they flourish,” she nodded, following the crew. She gave a final look over her shoulder before disappearing into the vessel. She hadn’t thought it would be so difficult to leave soil again.

To avoid getting wrapped up in her own thoughts, she turned to the gunnery sergeant. Xiana couldn’t possibly argue or debate consequences of what had occured, but she could speak. “Were you the gentleman that helped that time I…” If it was him, she figured she wouldn’t have to expand. “Are you alright?”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

“Thanks Commander, for your insights. We have located the Trinary Star system with the twelve planets. I’d like an AAR, after-action review, of the away mission. Although the mission was successful, I believe all of us can make improvement. We can do it in holo deck 3 near the hanger bay. I’ll be joining you. Captain Hora, out” Hora told the commander.

“Lay in a course for the Trinary Star system, ensure the cloaking system is engaged. Maximum speed warp 6. I’d like to approach slowly.” Hora ordered the helmsman. Then she stood up and headed for holo deck 3.

Lt Sol

“I wish you had not said anything to the commander.” Zosh whispered to Loka “As a senior member of squad 2, I feel I should be held accountable for Gunnery Sergeant actions”

“Zosh, he was not behaving like a team member. You owe him nothing.” Loka replied

“But…” Zosh whispered back “Next time he might, if he sees us protecting him”

Loka ended with “I think you have it backwards… but we can discuss it at the AAR.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870606.1645

Gunnery Sergeant
Looking over at her with a twinkle in his eye he replied, “If I were such a man as to help a lady in distress, I would be remiss to speak of such a thing if she had asked me to never mention it. Unless she had changed her mind…?”

“But for your second question, I’m fine. Not even a scratch.” he added, waving his fingers and wriggling his eyebrows. “Though I do have a feeling my hide will be getting tanned soon.”

Kavela
“Yes, you are lucky. You caught me at the right time and mood. I’ve dealt with enough mystery. I prefer simple and direct.” Looking up and into his eyes she added. “I have a past. I’d prefer it stayed there. If.. if I get to know you, I’ll tell you more. But, lets keep things light and happy.”

As she moved her head to look at him the tips of her pointed ears slid through her long hair. The bangs hid her eyesbrows, and she didn’t talk like a Vulcan. But those were definitely Vulcan ear tips. But she sure didn’t talk or act like a Vulcan.

“Did you want me to kill you? Or were you just looking for la petite mort?”

Reeves
Maneuvering the shuttle through the debris field again he took note of several different styles of construction and design. Nothing specific, just information to back up Bitaan’s story. But why here? What was so important about the garden planet to blockade, or siege it?

Setting the ship down in the landing bay, he shut down the systems and transferred all the sensor data to the Dark Fire. Maybe the ship could figure something out from the data readings.

Stardate 29870606.1700

Holodeck 3
Walking into the Holodeck Reeves looked at the Captain and the Dark Fire’s Avatar. After giving her a full report of everything, including the insects, he’d seen and heard on the planet he asked. “Plans? Questions?”​

 

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◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

She let out a humored breath. “She certainly did not change her mind.”

“I’m glad to hear you’re physically okay, I meant more so…” She wondered if ‘emotionally’ was too direct of a word. Too many men didn’t take kindly to checking in on them with their vulnerability. “Duty wise. It was worrying to the others that you went rogue. Naturally I don’t encourage it, but I hope it was fruitful.” Xiana concluded.

On their return to the Dark Fire, her decontamination was imminent. Waiting patiently, she was curious if they’d ever return. She would’ve adored to explore and learn further. Shifting her weight from one foot to another, she found herself growing wary of the metallic floor.

◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

Araiza caught sight of the woman’s unique features, and while his sentiments didn’t reflect on his face, he was intrigued. Was she actually a Vulcan? Based on how she presented herself… did she know she was a Vulcan? It wasn’t his place to ask, not yet anyway.

“I’m looking to just get out of here,” he answered. Why waste more time if she didn’t wish to? He got up from his seat. “Just for the record: I don’t do kissing and this is strictly casual. My place or yours?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870606.1700

When they finished docking Dr. L’Sa was there. Walking over to Xiana she lifted an eyebrow. “I’ve been informed that you are in need of decontamination. Due apparently to an over exuberance of contact with an alien species without proper safety measures.”

“You as well, Gunnery Sergeant MacPherson. You were out of sight of anyone for an extended period of time.”

Sighing the Gunnery Sergeant followed until he was directed into a decon chamber, alone. Stepping into another decon chamber L’Sa gestured for Xiana to follow. “Please disrobe, your clothing has an extensive quantity of pollen and other bacterial matter. It will need to be cleaned before it can be returned.”

“Everything needs to come off,” she added watching.

***

Finished with her food, and the mushrooms she downed her drink and stood up. “I don’t cuddle. And this is just sex. Your place. I don’t have one yet. Still need to talk to the quartermaster.”

With her form fitting clothing hugging her in ways that drew eyes she followed the Human.​

 

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◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

“Goodness, L’Sa, I’m certain that if whatever I picked up back on land was that critical, we would’ve noticed on the way back,” Xiana tried, following her. Once out of the public view, she began to remove her clothes. Entirely nude—quietly thankful for the comfort of the person nearby—she folded her clothing neatly before handing it to the Vulcan.

“You should’ve seen this place. It was absolutely breathtaking,” she beamed, undoing her ponytail and pushing her hair behind her shoulders. She handed the band to the other woman as well. “The most beautiful plants I have ever seen. The smell of their soil and trees and flowers… I could be there forever.”

◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

The man stole one or two glances at the woman before leading the way. It wasn’t too far away, but his anticipation made it feel like it was miles. “I know you hate that small talk shit, but you mind at least telling me what you do here? I’m big on avoiding sleeping with people under me. Rank-wise, of course.”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

“Commander where is the rest of the away team? An After Action Review (AAR) involves the whole team. It is a structured process used to analyze past mission to identify what went well, what could be improved, and what lessons can be learned for future missions. It's a tool for improvement, fostering open communication and shared understanding within the team.” Hora said with a little frustration in her voice.

That was when Lt Sol and Lt Bumme walked into the holodeck. Lt Sol was holding a tooth brush. “The other members of the away team are involved in more pressing duties” Lt Sol said to the captain

“More pressing?” Hora asked

“Yes, decontamination.” Lt Sol replied. “I can gather their input and relay any findings”

“Ok… Dark Fire please proceed.” Hora ordered the AI.

A detail simulation was created in the holo suite. Everyone actions had been recorded and the simulate ran through their actions. Dark Fire increased the speed of the playback at the boring parts.

Captain Hora stopped the simulation at important events and everyone there discussed things that went well, and any problem areas. After watching the full playback there where a few findings

• Buddy rule should have been enforced. For example, Ensign Cook should not have scanned the wreck alone
• The first contact went well… but a safer approach would have been to wait for Dark Fire to build the translation matrix. Hora disagreed with this finding. She felt the risk the commander took was warranted.
• Jovovich and Gunnery Sergeant did a good job responding quickly and patching up Ensign Cook.
• Gunnery Sergeant actions to go into the wreck were risky and did not comply with away team protocol.
• Jovovich directed another person to go into the wreckage which was another error
• Lt Sol and Lt Bumme entered the wreckage, two more errors

“Thanks everyone. Once Lt Sol has everyone’s input. Please forward the report to myself and Commander Reeves” Hora requested. “Lt Sol and Lt Bumme you are excused”

“Yes Captain. Commander Reeves when you get a chance LT Sol and myself have a question for you.” Lt Bumme said and then the two walked out of the holo deck.

“My Plan is to head towards the Trinary Star system with the twelve planets.” She told him.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870606.1730

L’Sa:​

“We can’t be too cautious,” L’Sa replied. “This is a new species and Galaxy. We don’t have any information on them. They could have spread a delayed toxin through the spores.”

Placing the clothing into the proper receptical L’Sa returned to the counselor. A tricorder in hand as she slowly scanned the Human. “I’m hoping you are uninjured for more than professional reason’s, of course.”

“Tricorder scan’s have been uploaded to the Holodecks so that we can experience the planet, without hazard, later together. I would like to see it in your presence.”

“Could you truly leave us, to stay there?” She asked. Clinically and Logically, it was an appropriate question to ask to ascertain The Counselors mindset and to determine if she’d been affected by a mind/mood altering pollen/pheromone. But by the tone of her voice, L’Sa was asking something else entirely. Was the Counselor wanting to not be with L’Sa and Jordan.

Kavela:​

“If you don’t know, I’m not telling. I don’t know what you do, nor does it matter, If we interact after tonight I don’t know you.” Kavela replied. “I’ll be on top if you prefer, or below. I’ll probably be both sometime tonight.”

Realizing some small talk would be required she continued. “I’m not a virgin. I’ve been sexually active with multiple species, and at least four biological genders. As well as several psychological ones. But tonight as long as you can bring me to orgasm I don’t care if you use a cock, a tongue, finger, or tentacle.”

“I have a subdermal implant so I can’t get pregnant. And one to keep me from getting intoxicated. Don’t shit or piss on me, or near me.”

“And don’t try to force me to do anything, I’m doing this willingly, and I would rather not be forced to hurt you.”

“How many species have you been with?” She didn’t care about his body count, just his experience with non-humans. “Do you have any limits, other than kissing?”

Reeves:​

“I’ll collect the reports from the Counselor and Gunnery Sergeant,” Reeves replied. He’d also dress down MacPherson for going off script and making the mission a disaster. Nobody followed strict protocols. Without L’Sa’s influence and training he’d be seething in rage. As it was he had the best poker face in the fleet, next to a Vulcan of course.

“The Alien was not aware of our abilities to build a translation codex and we were not aware of it’s ability to use a pollen to induce communication. I’ll have a conversation with the Doctor about landing party protocols.”

The Security Chief spoke up, “I did not instruct them to go inside. I was asking if he wanted to go, but was more than willing to go myself. In fact I would have preferred to go myself and leave Sol, Bumme, and Cook outside where it was safer.”

After the meeting Reeves moved closer to the Captain as the others left the holodeck. “Of course, Captain. It’s a logical decision.”

“I’ll write a formal report and then retire. What time are we scheduled to arrive at the Trinary System?”

After finishing speaking with the Captain, Reeves stepped into the passageway. Looking at Bumme and Sol he raised an eyebrow. “We can speak on my way to my Office, unless this needs to be more private?”​

 

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◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

She felt chills scramble down her skin. Quite the cold location she was in. “Oh, we simply must, although I wonder if they’d take kindly to becoming some sort of vacation hotspot. I also wouldn’t want to disturb their peace by being a makeshift tourist.”

Staying still while L’Sa continued, she made a tsk noise. “No, it’s a hyperbole. I suppose it just made me a little homesick, that’s all. Projections don’t quite replicate Earth as much as I wish they did. Being back on land… it was marvelous, but it wasn’t home. Humanity’s countless downfalls aside, I miss it dearly. Getting to explore further is something I wish to do, but it’s hard to be apart so long.”

◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

“Except it does matter,” Araiza argued as they reached his chambers. He opened his door and let the woman in first before following, unbuttoning his shirt, and continuing the conversation as if nothing. “I’m not trying to get in trouble for fucking around with subordinates, nor do I want to. I’ve had enough headaches from getting involved with coworkers as is.”

The technician rolled his shoulders back and slid the top off his arms. While there was a faint appearance of abdominals on his torso, the real show was on his shoulders and arms. With constant heavy lifting in his day-to-day, his muscles were organic—large enough to be impressive but not marked enough to indicate they were solely from the gym.

“A very gross disclosure, but one we can agree on,” he answered. He never had any forceful or disgusting urges, so he gave a casual nod. “Species? I’d have to double-checke, but I’m missing some. Keep trying to get Vulcan on the roster, but our resident doctor’s too fond of monogamy.”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora
“Commander, excellent work with the away team. I’m with you on the translation angle too. But Dark Fire tends to be... more risk-averse.” Hora offered a wry smile. “Bottom line: we made first contact, learned plenty, and only one person got injured. I’d call that a win.” she leaned back slightly before adding, “Twelve hours until we reach the Trinary Star System, by the way.”

Lt. Bumme, Lt Sol, Commander Reeves
“Commander, Lt. Sol felt it was his responsibility to protect his team. He didn’t mention the Gunnery Sergeant’s actions because—well, because of some Croco-warrior honor code or something,” Bumme said with a shrug.


“That’s not entirely accurate,” Lt Sol replied, gently correcting his girlfriend. “I hadn’t had a chance to speak privately and constructively with the Gunnery Sergeant before you arrived.” He turned to Commander Reeves, lifting a toothbrush like a badge of intent. “I figured I could take the punishment, then handle this incident afterward with the Sergeant.”

“My take?” Bumme snorted. “McPherson ignored me and Zosh—sorry, Lt. Sol. So screw him. His behavior put us all at risk, undermined the chain of command, and fractured the team’s rhythm. He’s a liability. So I tossed him under the bus.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870606.1735

“We may be away from Earth for the rest of our lives.” L’Sa commented as she moved the scanner extremely close to Xiana’s skin. The device was transmitting data to the Ship which in turn was breaking down the molecular genome of each pollen, Viral, and bacterial type it came across. “Have you decided if you’re coming over tonight?”

Moving the scanner slowly upwards, it was less than a centimeter from Xiana’s breasts and then she focused on Xiana’s mouth. “Did you kiss the Alien?” She asked. “There is a high concentration of a bacteria's and pollen's around your mouth and face.”

***

“Are you fleet?” She asked, her fingers moving across her clothing and removing it with a practiced and precise motion. Dropping her top on a chair she sat, her bare breasts firm with a soft sway with her motions. Removing her boots and socks she looked up at him. “Right now we are about to have sex. And I doubt very much that I’m your junior officer. Or coworker.”

“You do realize that there are several Vulcan’s onboard, if you look for them. Or ask the ship.” She said as she stood up and dropped her trousers. She’d gone braless, as she hated the damned things. Had to have been designed by a Klingon, or someone into Pain and torture. But she had a simple pair of grayish boy-shorts on which she removed as well. Finally naked she straightened up, the dark curls hinting at quite some time without a trim. But she was clean as she’d showered immediately after waking up. The hypersleep gel always felt disgusting when it dried so she’d learned to shower quick.

Shower, clothes, debrief, food, fuck. Sleep. Preferably in that order, but situations necessitated changing it sometimes.

“Which Doctor? And why not just use a holo-sim of them?”

***

“I’ll speak with the Gunnery Sergeant. I want reports from both of you before you retire for the night. And have Decon give you a sweep as well, just in case.”

Nodding at the toothbrush he smiled. “Every day, plus your regular duties until I get contacted that you're getting that issue resolved.”

“And Lt.,” he said looking at Buume. “we don’t screw anyone. Mistakes happen. The Major may have given him directives as well. You don’t know, and neither do I. Yet. Always speak the truth, the complete truth, and only the truth. Assumptions and conjecture is not viable or useful, unless it’s stated as such. And the next time someone gets thrown under the bus without cause. The thrower will be cleaning the reclamation tanks. From the inside. I understand the odor is rather interesting.”

Stopping outside his door he looked at them. “But you both did well. If you want to check on Cook she’s in med-bay four having her ankle looked at.”​

 

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◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

“Well, I truly hope that isn’t the case,” she admitted. She couldn’t see herself retiring somewhere other than Earth or never returning. Staying still proved difficult for Xiana, who more than anything simply wanted a shower. “I’d love to, but I’ll have to get some work done before I do. This visit set me behind, and I have a couple of deadlines to attend to. What were you planning?”

The corner of her mouth twitched at the mention of the kiss. “The being kissed me, if intent is what you’re wondering. We were in dire need of some communication assistance. They claimed they needed my life essence, and they kissed me before I knew what they meant. It wasn’t reciprocated.”

◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

“Weapons tech, actually,” he shared, starting to undo his own pants. It was hard not to gawk at the other; if not to avoid accidentally tripping on his clothes, he’d kept his eyes on each curve she had on her. “Let’s hope so.”

He didn’t take much longer to dress down himself, his impressive length more than good to go. It was strange; conversing as if they were pacing down some storage in a mundane setting and being turned on at the same time was new. To sound so uninterested yet be so aroused… how peculiar.

It was pleasant, though. It felt… natural, weirdly.

“It doesn’t matter who,” Araiza assured as he walked to the woman, then behind her, wrapping his arms around her body and exploring faintly over her skin time and time again, the heat of his own frame emitting. “Fucking some hologram sounds pathetic, plus doing it to someone real without their consent sounds even creepier,” he added, his voice hushing as his lips ran down the Vulcan’s neck.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870606.1740​

“Fleet then. I’m not Starfleet,” Kavela commented looking at his naked form, her eyes watching as his pants came off. “I can definitely work with that…” she said with a smile as she stepped up to him, running a finger down his chest. “Here, or in the bedroom?”

A Vulcan stroking his chest? Weirder and weirder. But they were about to have sex. Did Vulcan’s even have casual sex? You’d figure a Vulcan would do a power-point presentation illustrating the pros and cons of sexual intercourse a week before it happened. Or at the least a long discussing about the merits and flaws.

As her finger stroked downwards it found what it was headed for and slender fingers wrapped around his shaft, before she looked at him, waiting for his decision.

***

“It is not a high likelihood, though I am not used to this Captain and her behavior patterns as yet. So making an accurate assessment of her probable behavior is bereft with complications.”

Lowering the scanner she looked at the Human. “You may shower,” she said pointing at the appropriate doorway. “Jordan and I were considering dinner again. Possibly with... more afterwards.”

Following Xiana, she took notice of the womans rather nicely shaped posterior. As feminine as Jordan was masculine. “Was there anything in particular you’d like to do, or eat? We could always go to a beach on Earth, or snow skiing on Andoria.”

“There is also showing you T’Khasi which humans call Vulcan. But it’s climate is what you encountered in our quarters Hot and high gravity, amongst other things.”​

 

[sereneotter00]

◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

“I do sometimes wonder what it would’ve been like to be on board before all these events,” she admitted. “Although I am a believer that everything happens for a reason.”

Xiana was still unamused by the shower, yet she knew fighting it would only delay her responsibilities. “I’d love to join you two. I’d also prefer something that isn’t flashy, but still calm. Easy. Any suggestions come to mind?”

◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

The new feeling around his member felt heavenly, but he had ideas of his own, primarily with returning the favor. His louth returning to the woman’s neck, he traced the curves of her neckline with his tongue, delicately tracing her skin with a stop every few inches to take some between his teeth.

His mouth busy, his hands took a safari of their own. His left palm pressed against her lower back, holding her loosely in place while he had his taste. His right hand occupied itself with light touches, difficult to not press but doable for the sake of pleasure. Soon, his fingers traced in between her legs, delighted in the heat they were close to.

“Here,” he murmured, “I don’t want to wait another second.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870606.1745

“The ship has never been calm. As a Dreadnought Class Carrier we get sent to the forefront of many conflicts.”

“If you’d like we could have a picnic in the living room? Holo-imagers are installed in most of the Officer’s Quarters for a variety of reasons, so a Campfire could be generated as well as foliage, a rock wall or even a beach. It wouldn’t have the capacity of a Holodeck so the fire would generate no heat, and any water would not get you wet or allow swimming.”

“Whatever you’d like to do really. Although I would like for you to spend the night, if you’re comfortable with that.”

Gesturing to the shower L’Sa said. “You’ll need to rinse your mouth and spit the water out.”

***

Kneeling she unfortunately caused his hand to separate from her skin, though she herself never let go of his shaft. Sliding her tongue along the shaft as her fingers stroked him. Moving to the head she teased it with her tongue before her lips finally parted wide enough to take him inside.

As he slid into her mouth she breathed through her nose, and her tongue slowly moving back and forth under his hard shaft. Working slowly, she bobbed her head, making him ever slicker, centimeters at a time.​

 

[sereneotter00]

◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

The cleansing of her skin felt less than ideal to the counselor. What she wouldn’t do for a simple bathrobe after concluding. “I know, darling. I was referring to a calm simulation, but nothing too elaborate.”

She pressed her lips together. “Truly, I’d rather have a quiet evening in you guys’ quarters as they are. I’d love to spend the night, but I might’ve had too much environmental adventure for one day, so skipping the projections would be appreciated if that’s okay.”

She did as instructed, gargling for a few moments before she expelled the liquid from her mouth. “There. Are we good as new yet?”

◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

He couldn’t decide if her pace was delicious or torture, but they ellicited a groan all the same. His eyes growing hazy, Araiza kept his gaze down at Kavela, almost as if he was in a trance. He found the sight delightful.

“Oh, fuck,” he said in a low tone, his hand finding the back of her head and taking some of the hair close to her scalp in a loose fist. She didn’t push her or had any degree of force, but just allowed his hand’s hold to follow the woman’s movements.

“That’s right. Fuck, look at me,” Araiza hissed sharply at the increasing sensations. Each touch of her tongue only reinforced how solid he was, the warmth of her mouth encapsulating his pleasure.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Lt. Sol

At first, Lieutenant Sol resented the toilet-cleaning assignment. It was and felt like punishment. But over time, the task revealed something unexpected: clarity.

It gave him structure. Simplicity. A ritual he could own.

Each morning at 0500, he arrived in the red sector, his tools in hand and mind braced for routine. At that hour—when the drunk warmbloods headed off to sleep and the early risers stirred—some would wave to him. A few even thanked him. Not with empty platitudes, but with genuine appreciation for the care he put into his work. The red section's restrooms had never gleamed so brightly.

Though the job was monotonous, Lt. Sol turned it into something meditative. He loaded up old instructional audio tapes and information files, letting his thoughts stretch as his hands worked. He was meticulous: scanning under sinks and toilet bases with a tricorder and handheld sensor, cataloging every crevice of grime with quiet precision and removing it.

What began as drudgery evolved into ritual. Sol found tranquility in repetition. Meaning in attention. With every scrub and scan, he unearthed a small kind of grace—an appreciation for the present moment, a grounding in the now. The task no longer felt like punishment. It felt like purpose. Like connection. To those who passed by. To himself. To the warmbloods in the world around him.