Dark Mirror (IN)

[Varshanka]

Several days later....

T'Pol didn't bother with the door chime, instead she just walked into his quarters. The clothes lay on the floor, typical of a human. But she could hear the shower running.

So in typical Vulcan fashion, she collected his dirty clothes and dropped them in a recycler, then stood in the doorway and watched him. And she waited.

Trip was lathering himself up. He had returned to his quarters and had to jump into the shower. He was covered in dirt and sweat, and tired. But before he went to bed he needed to feel clean. Of course as soon as the hot water had begun to hit his body, he could feel his energy coming back He just happened to open his eyes and saw the figure standing there. He pulled his head out of the running water and saw that it was T'Pol. "Well hello there."

"Greetings Mr. Tucker." She replied. "Will you be long in there?" She asked.

"Nope. Is there something wrong?" he asked as he continued to run his hands over his body. From his chest to his groin, lathering it all up as he looked at her.

"No. The ship schematics indicate your shower is larger than mine." With movements that were simple and methodical T'Pol disrobed and crossed the room in moments. Stepping into the shower itself she increased the water temperature and pressure slightly.

Tilting her head, and standing on tip-toe, T'Pol kissed him. Shampoo and body-wash caressing her hard nippled breasts as they pressed against his thickly haired chest.

 

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Trip smiled and didn't protest as she stepped in and began rubbing the soap and shampoo her hair in his shower. "Well I guess that's part of the benefit of having essentially built your room." he said with a chuckle and started to run his hands along her back, along her spine and down to her ass.

"Yes. Very beneficial." Reaching down between their bodies she grabbed his cock, and began stroking him. One fingers slipping along the length of his shaft. Stroking the thick vein underneath. The vein that would soon pulse and fill her with his seed.

Trip moaned as he looked down and saw her small hand around his cock. He then took her face in both of his hands and kissed her hard. Sliding his tongue into her and twirling it around her own.

Moving her hand, T'Pol stroked her clit with the head of his cock, enjoying the way it made her feel. The way his thick spongy head pressed against her clit. And along her moist lips...

Trip moaned into her mouth as he felt his cock being slid along her clit and very moist lips. He was quickly getting to full arousal, and the desire to be inside of her instead of merely touching her was growing more and more until he couldn't take it anymore. While still kissing her, he reached down around her waist and picked her up so that she would have easier access in sliding his cock into her.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, T'Pol impaled herself on his shaft, she wasn't worried about being dry, she hadn't been dry since she'd seen him naked several days ago.

 

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And impale herself she did, sliding down on his shaft until his entire length was buried up inside her body. The feel of his thick shaft filling her, spreading her open. Driving deep inside was sooo.. wonderful...

Hard nipples brushed against his chest, and she bit him. Her teeth leaving marks on his shoulder as she moaned in ecstasy.

Trip moaned as he felt himself slide into her tight wet pussy. He had been thinking about her and it ever since they had first fucked in the decon chamber. He wondered then if he would get the chance again, and now here he was doing just that. her pierced nipples causing even more stimulation as her body rubbed against his chest. "Mmmm you know I never fucked a superior officer before, I can get used to this." He said as he moved her up and down his hard shaft. It was only a few days ago that she had been named the new first officer of the Enterprise.

Sliding her hand up his chest T'Pol pressed a finger against his lips, silently shushing him. "Don't talk about that just.." She whispered huskily in his ear. "Fuck me."

And then she bit his shoulder again, her hands moving to his back, where she began to scratch him. Marking him as taken. Any female seeing his back would leave him be. He belonged to someone. Someone with claws...

Trip turned her and placed her against the wall of the shower, her back just missing the knobs. And he began to thrust his hips into her. He kissed and sucked on her lips, tongue, face, and shoulder as his hips moved harder and faster into her.

 

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T'Pol's eyes rolled up in her head as vaginal muscles convulsed, tightening around the invading cock. Milking it even before his seed was exploding inside. "yess..." she moaned, the sound more like a groan of pleasure than a word. "Yes.. more.. harder.."

Being stronger then a normal human, and for that matter even a Vulcan, Trip was able to do just that. He gave her more, fucked her harder, drove his cock into her deeper and deeper with each thrust. He would give her long, nearly exiting her vice of a pussy, strokes making sure she felt every inch of him invading her, and taking her for his.

Grabbing his shoulders T'Pol lifted herself up, then dropped down, grunting with each downward motion of her body. Again and again, she could feel her clitoral piercing dragging along his shaft, stimulating her nerves like nothing else. Because nothing was like feeling his cock inside her. The length and thickness was perfect as it filled her. She had no words, in Vulcan or Terran to describe what it felt like.

Instead, she just rode him, not bothering trying to explain what she felt. Instead she just enjoyed it. Enjoyed him inside her body. Fucking her tight hot vaginal canal. Her pussy as humans called it.

She was beyond incredible. He had never been with any woman that made him feel the way she did, no Andorian, no Orion, and definitely no human. Plus he could be himself and not need to hold back as much as he had to with the women of any other species.

He leaned down and began flicking his tongue over her pierced nipple, and then sucked on it. He didn't think that this was the norm for Vulcan females, in fact none of the ones he had ever seen before seemed to have them It was just another way he found her to be unique.

 

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Running her fingers through his hair, T'Pol cupped his head, holding him. Guiding him as she licked and suckled her tight hard nipple. "Yes..." she murmured, slipping into Vulcan.

He enjoyed hearing her moaning, he also was enjoying feasting on her dark nipples, even when he bit into it. He continued doing this for awhile and then began to feel his balls tightening. He thrust harder and harder until finally he found himself exploding inside of her.

T'Pol's eyes burst open with the first thick throbbing pulse. Her lips parted with the second, and she cried out at the third. Warm thick gooey human seed flooded her. Boiling her from the inside out as she screamed into his shoulder.

"Yes.. YES.." she screamed, biting him to stifle her cries of passion, least she become to loud and someone overhear and investigate.

Her body had it's own idea's...

.. and her pussy convulsed around his shaft. Milking him. Rippling along his thick shaft. Pulling his seed. His semen. His cum from him.

Trip closed his eyes even tighter as he felt her clamp down around his shaft as he came inside of her. He continued thrusting into her, his body instinctively trying to bury as much of his hot seed into her. His mind was totally blank, so he didn't know how many times his lava had spewed into her when he finally stopped.

Sated for the moment T'Pol relaxed, her legs unwrapping and her feet settling on the floor. Saying nothing she left the shower area, collecting a towel as she walked out of the bathroom.

 

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Trip smiled, but like her didn't say anything. He turned off the shower, and then exited it and the bathroom, grabbing one of his other towels and following her into the main area. He was drying his hair and then patted his body dry as he watched her doing pretty much the same, but only as she could.

Turning T'Pol looked at him, then pushed him down on the bed and straddled his waist. "We are not yet finished.. Human..."

Rolling her hips forward, she slid her hands through the thick hair that covered his chest and belly, her still moist lips parting as she stroked his cock with her pussy.

"I would have been disappointed if it was... Vulcan." he replied his hands sliding up her thighs, past her waist until he was squeezing her firm breasts. His thumbs flicking her pierced nipples.

Pushing forwards, T'Pol felt the thick head as it passed under her, then she shifted her hips. And slid back, Tuckers hard cock pushing up inside her. Eyes half-open she shuddered at the feeling. His thick shaft sliding up inside her. Pushing into her. Coating her insides with his spent seed. Semen he'd be adding too.

Her fingers tightened, as the head of his cock bumped against the deepest part of her, several strands of hair ripping out as she sighed.

He grimaced as she pulled out a few hairs, but it was barely noticeable as pain, in fact he was feeling to good for that as he continued to work on her breasts. Kneading them as a baker kneads dough. He laid his head back and inhaled deeply as he felt himself sliding back into her tightness, where he belonged.

 

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With her already heightened state of arousal from the shower, it wasn't long before T'Pol was shivering in pleasure. Her hips rocking as she took him inside again and again. Using him like willing sex toy. A device whose only purpose was to fill her with pleasure. And a thick hard shaft.

Trip twisted her nipples simultaneously as her hips began to move. He could tell that the only thing on her mind was getting what she needed, and that was him. Soon he began to rock his hips, matching her rocking motion with his own.

Flexing her fingers T'Pol stretched them as far apart as they'd go. And then rested them on Tucker's chest for a moment. Using them for support she lifted her body up, extracting his shaft from her until just the head was touching her. Barely caressing her sensitive lips. And she slid down.

Slowly......

... taking her time, as, over the course of several minutes she slid back down on him. She wanted the sensations to last. The stimulation to be heightened.

Trip usually wasn't a patient man, however the sensation of her slowly sliding down his cock was beyond words. He had never felt anything like it, and he was enjoying the feeling. When she finally had all of him inside of her he would thrust his hips up making sure she felt the tip of it against her cervix.

After thirty minutes of slow, lingering sex T'Pol increased the tempo.. Faster and faster until sweat was dripping from her nipples and splattering on to his chest. Blending with the thick mat of hair even as his cock blended with her body.

She rode him like a wild bull, rocking her hips even as she rotated them, teasing him even as she fucked him.

 

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Oh yes!" he was enjoying himself beyond belief. His hands slid down to her waist so that he would be able to slam her down even harder. He felt like he was loosing himself in her, it was pure passion and ecstasy and he wanted more of it.

"Cum for me.. Fill me again.. Give me your semen.." T’Pol murmured, her eyes locking with his for the briefest of moments. Eyes that smoldered with desire. Desire to feel his cock pulsing deep inside her, and flooding her with his thick gooey cum.

Trip grunted with every thrust, her words spurred him on to giving her what she desired... what they both desired. He could feel the sweat on his forehead dripping down to his eyes. His whole body was covered in it, and could feel hers melding with his own on his chest. But soon sweat wasn't the only thing that was blending together as he once again was emptying himself into her. Any sign of consciousness was gone, Trip was acting on pure instinct now, and that instinct was to fuck.

Grinding down on to Tucker's cock.. Trip's cock T'Pol reminded herself..

Grinding down on Trip's cock, T'Pol felt his shaft pulse.. and the geyser of molten seed as it spewed inside her body. Pulse after violent mind numbing pulse of pleasure.

"Yes.." she demanded. "Fuck me.. Fill me with your seed.." her body shifted into automatic, pounding up and down, forcing his cock as deep inside as possible as she spoke in Vulcan. her words husky throaty whispers that would have put twentieth century earth phone sex operators to shame.

Trip didn't know what she was saying, nor did he care at that moment. He was going deeper and deeper into her as they fucked each other. Then out of nowhere he just sat up, still thrusting his hip up into her, still cuming inside of her, but he grabbed her by the back of her head and kissed her hungrily.

 

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Moaning against his lips T'Pol returned his kiss, her tongue darting out and caressing his lips. Even as her body willingly excepted his thick human semen.

And she held him, slowly rocking on his cock, continuing to tease her clit, even as his seed pumped deep inside her pussy.

Trip let out a moan when he finally broke the kiss. He had stopped cuming and yet they were still rocking. He looked into her eyes. "Ready for more?" he asked as he held her head and then took her lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it. His other hand caressing one of her breasts as it played with her nipple.

"Yes.. again.." T'Pol said, stating an obvious, to her at least, fact.

Trip shifted his weight causing her to lay on her back with him on top of her. He gave her a few more thrusts but then pulled out some of their combined juices spilling out onto the bed and her thighs. Not wasting any time he grabbed her leg and lifted it until he had the leverage to turn her over onto her stomach. He then raised her tight little ass and caressed it a few times as he lined up his cock with her pussy again and slid it in all the way to the hilt. As he did he took her by the waist and pulled her against him as he gave a final thrust. He wasn't sure but he could have sworn he felt his balls bounce against her clit piercing.

A sighing whimper, muffled by the bedding, issued from her lips as Trip's cock slapped against her clit.

Each thrust of his cock inside her forced another whimper from her.. slowly deepening into grunts of pleasure.

 

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Trip decided it was his turn to tease her, slowly pulling back and then agonizingly slowly sliding back into her, slamming his hips against her only on the last thrust. One hand slid up to her breasts which he took the time to play with, while his other found it's way under her and he began to slowly rub her clit. Since he had already cum twice he was able to gone on like this a grueling 30 minutes, but only just barely so.

T'Pol quivered and shook, her hips rising and falling. Trying to pull him in, trying desperate to get more of his cock inside her body. "Fuck me!!" she demanded. "Fill me with your cock."

And then more softly she whispered in Vulcan, an exotic.. and arousing language for some.

Trip smiled as he teased and fucked her. He liked the feeling of desperation her body was giving for his. He loved hearing her demanding for him to fuck her, and yet he continued his manipulations. He also loved the sound of her whispering in her Vulcan language. Then when he decided it was time he started thrusting faster and faster.

Wriggling her hips T’Pol took Trip’s cock as deep and fast as he’d let her, always wanting more. And getting it. Hard and deep. Her fingers digging furrows into the bedding, shredding it even as her sweat stained it.

Trip found himself needing to place his hands on her hips because of how fast and hard he was fucking her now. As he thrust in he would pull back on her trying to drive his cock into her stomach every time.

Pushing with her hands, T'Pol pushed up onto her hands and knees, forcing him deep inside. "Fuck me.." she demanded. "Fuck me harder.. harder damn you.."

 

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Her legs spread apart slightly, altering the feel of his thick member as it filled her dripping body. Sweat pooled in the small of her back. And deep hard moans echoed through the room. "Unnnngghh... ungh.. Yeannnghh."

Trip was once again lost in passion, grunting and moaning as he said nothing. As they both wanted he fucked her harder and harder. One of his hands left her waist, taking her long hair in his grasp and pulling her up by it and kissing her deeply before letting her go and focusing on fucking her again.

T'Pol pussy quivered around his shaft, the most recent of many many orgasms. "Fill me Trip.. cum inside me.. give me your seed. Fill me with your semen." she exclaimed, her nipples aching, her body on fire as ice ripped through her veins. Ice chased by lightening, chased by lava, chased by acid, chased by the deep cold vacuum of space. And then overwhelmed by the deep harsh heat of a supernovae.

And her vaginal walls flexed...and convulsed. Erratic spasms of out of control muscles. Clenching. Releasing. Rippling. Flexing. Spasming.

She tried to say something.. but all that came out was an erratic sound.. something.. primal.

Trip used his weight to push her against the bed even more. His body straightened out even more and soon he was filling her for the third time that night. How long had they been going at it he had no idea. He didn't care, his mind and body were exploding at once.

 

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The next morning

Sighing T'Pol moved. And stretched. Pain bloomed in her skull, and other parts of her anatomy as often abused muscles screamed in protest against being stretched the way they had been.

Slipping from the bed she used Tuckers shower while he continued to sleep. And then, only after she'd obtained a clean uniform and dressed, did she wake him.

But that was with her moist lips wrapping around his cock and her tongue flicking across the head.

Mmmmmmmm you do that so well." he said as he opened his eyes to see her, her moist lips wrapped around his cock.

Standing up T'Pol looked down at him. "You'll find out how skilled I am.. after you increase the Warp output by point one."

And then she turned her back on him and sashayed out. The strap of a black thong, just barely visible as it rose out of her pants.

Trip shook his head and looked over at his clock. he still had a couple of hours before he had to go on duty. He slowly got up from the bed and made his way into the shower. When he was done he dressed and called up some information on his computer. He transferred that information to the padd and made his way to the mess hall. After all if he was going to do as the first officer asked of him, it would be easier on a full stomach.

 

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Captain Archer- Bridge

Saturday May 1, 2151

It's been a few days since we completed our mission for the Empire. Since then Intel has reported the our new Klingon partners have begun launching hit and run campaings on key facilities of the current government. This has been made easier since now the Klingon government has lost their surveilance station, run by the Suiliban.

It's interesting to see their use of tactics, they seem to thrive on hand to hand, or melee combat. Even their hit and run tactics are on the verge of brutality. How they have any chance of of winning this little war. Of course Starfleet could care less who wins, as long as they fight each other long enough that we can just move in and take them easily. A fact that will be made even easier once the other NX Class warships are ready. Then the Enterprise would lead the assualt force. A chance for more glory, and a step closer to the Admiralty for him.

As the Captain was lost in thoughts Lt. Sato had developed a strange look on her face. She brought her hand upto her ear piece and then began typing in commands into her console. Finalyl she looked up from her station. "Captain I'm picking up a faint distress signal."

"Who cares, we're out here looking for planets that will make the Empire stronger, and possiblly inhabited ones so we can increase the labor force." Archer replied.

"Sir it's from one of the convoy ships that's supposed to take supplies the rebel Klingons."

"Damn if the rebels don't get those supplies they won't be able to escalate their civil war. Do they say who is attacking them?" Archer asked.

"No sir it appears to be a automated signal."

"Get me the location of that ship." Archer ordered and then looked at the new Ensign assigned to CONN. "As soon as we have the coordinates proceed at maximum warp."

 

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T'Pol - Bridge.

T'Pol looked up from her own station for a moment and listened to the exchange, the keyed her sensor array into the comm frequency Hoshi was listening to and had a range and course calculated for the Captain within a few minutes.

A quick tapping of controls, and she had the calculation transfered to conn. Saying nothing she continued with her own duties. But as soon as he turned to the Captain and said. "Course plotted and laid in, Sir!" she new she had him in her debt. Nothing big, a small thing. But he owed her. And she'd recorded everything for later use.....

 

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Archer immediately gave the order to engage. The CONN officer took the throttle in his hand and increased the speed of which the ship was traveling at to warp 6.5.

Within minutes the Enterprise was arriving at the scene. Whoever had attacked the Starfleet frieghter was long gone. "Distance?"

"5,000 km." the CONN officer replied.

Trip was on the bridge over at the engineering section. It was a rare thing for him not to be with his baby, but he was coming up to tell the Captain something anyway. Now that took a backseat to this situation. "There main power is down, they're operating on strictly emergency power."

Major Reed was over at the Tactical station and he was looking through the sensor data trying to ascertain who had attacked the frieghter. "Weapons have been drained, and the ship has taken heavy damage. She didn't go without a fight Captain."

"Communications anything?" Archer asked

"Nothing but the automated beacon Captain." Was Hoshi's reply.

"Bio signs T'Pol?" he asked. He had already determined that they would be going over to the frieghter even if there were life signs. The cargo that ship was carrying was to important to the future of the Empire... to his future.

 

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"No bio-signs, Captain." she replied. "Curious. I'm detecting no bio-signs. Not even deceased matter. No plant.. no animal. No biological material of any kind."

"Commander assemble a landing party and go over there. Determine if the ship is still flyable, and look at her logs see if you can determine what happened to that ship." Archer ordered. He wasn't going to take any unnecessary chances going and go himself. especially after the last time he led a landing party.

"Very well." Tapping a control she didn't wait the few moments her replacement would take to arrive. If they were slow, they'd answer to the Captain. Instead she turned and looked at the individual in question. "Mister Tucker, with me."

Tapping a control she called out the names of several MACO’s. “Meet me and Mr. Tucker in the Launch bay. Assault and infiltration.”

Trip really didn't want to go, however he wasn't going to disobey an order either. He got up from the engineering station and motioned for the duty engineer to resume their station. He followed T'Pol into the lift and watched the door close infront of him.

"You will ascertain whether the drive system and computers have been damaged or infiltrated."

"The freighter is running on emergency power only. We should probably beam as close to engineering or auxiliary control as we can." Trip suggested trying to be as business like as possible. "I should be able to tell you anything we need to know from there."

"We’ll, be taking a shuttle and docking with the auxiliary hatch. Departure by Transporter only in an emergency."

"Hopefully their docking ports are intact," Trip thought, but what he was said was "Yes ma'am." That wasn't the only thing he was thinking about. He was also contemplating what could be wrong with the freighter and if the tool kit inside the shuttlepod would be enough. In the end he decided it would be.

"If you need any equipment or computer programs, I suggest you get them now. My scans indicated the ship is currently without a recycling atmosphere. We will be wearing biosuits."

"Tool wise we should be fine with the kit in the shuttle. But I'll get some extra parts from engineering. The freighter should also have a supply of spare parts." he said. "Should I meet you in the locker to suit up?" he asked

"That will be acceptable.." Tagging a control she stopped the lift on engineering .

"I'll see you in a few minutes." he said and then exited the lift. After picking out some supplies he might need, judging from the damage he saw and what could be damaged on the freighter, he ordered a couple of crewmen to take the crate to the shuttle and store it. After he watched them leave made his way to the lockers on the hanger deck then started looking over his environmental suit and making sure everything was in working order. After testing the O2 tank he started getting out of uniform.

T'Pol, and the MACO's, had already changed into the bio-gear. So they simply waited for him at the shuttle.

After several minutes one of the MACO's stepped into the room and looked at Tucker. "Is there a problem, sir? Do you need assistance?" she asked.

"Nope everything is fine." Trip said as he finished putting on his suit and grabbing his helmet. "Let's go." he said.

"Phase pistol, sir." The MACO said. "She wants everyone to carry one. Just in case." Holding out the aforementioned weapon the MACO blocked the door. Preventing him from leaving.

Trip moved his holster and showed the MACO that it was already there. He had no intention of leaving the ship without it.

"Please confirm the power cell is fully charged, sir. I'd rather not be derelict in my duty to safeguard you."

“Annoying grunts." Trip thought to himself as he pulled out the weapon and opened it up. He showed the MACO that it was fully charged and installed correctly before he closed it back up and returned it to his holster. "As much as I may hate leaving the ship it isn't my first time doing so."

“Of course, sir. Just following orders.” She said, turning and walking out of the room. And finally allowing Tucker to leave as well. And the ass inside the bio-suit was definitely female..

...most definitely female.

"Greetings ladies and gentlemen you weren't waiting on little ol' me were ya?" he asked as he boarded the shuttle.

T'Pol didn't bother responding as her fingers ran across the shuttle controls. The MACO's more or less said nothing, but if looks could kill...

Moments later the shuttle bay doors opened and the pod drifted down without a wobble, spinning on an atom it darted towards the freighter.

Trip watched the sensors as the shuttle approached the freighter. "The starboard docking port should leave us not to far from their Auxiliary control. It looks undamaged, so we shouldn't have any problem. One of the cargo pods seems to have been destroyed in the fight, no way of telling right now what was in that particular pod. "

"I confirm." T'Pol replied as the Shuttle twisted. Moments later the docking seal engaged and a hiss could be heard as the shuttle compensated and pressurized to the freighter.

The hatch flipped open and three MACO poured into the hallway, taking guard positions.

Trip walked out next, his scanner in one hand and a tool kit in the other. There were bulkheads down all over the place. Power readings were sporadic at best. "Well it looks like they put up one hell of a fight that's for sure." he said as he waited for T'Pol to exit next.

Stepping out T’Pol used another scanner, “Bridge is this way. Montgomery, with me. Cole, Phillips, with Mr. Tucker. Jenkins, stay with the shuttle. Any problems from anybody, for any reason. Signal. No hero’s. Period.”

Trip led the way to AUX control. Once inside he sat down at the station and began to see what he could figure out. Of course the controls had suffered some damage themselves so he was forced to do some repairs. As soon as he replaced some circuit boards, and bypassed some other systems. The console came back to life. First thing he did was see how badly the ship was damaged. Emergency batteries were fully operational, just wasn't getting to where it needed to because of some of the damage. So he bypassed some of the damaged conduits, this would allow power to the bridge, but also to close any bulkheads that needed to be closed so that life support could be activated.

Moving onto the Bridge the MACO swept the room, a phase pistol in each hand, followed by T'Pol.

Looking around the room she analyzed the damage, Point black firing solutions. Precision shots. Looking around she located the communications position and stepped up to it, then she noticed the panels below had been ripped out.

A short metal bar lay nearby, obviously the weapon used to damage the vessel's comm station. "Captain, Mr. Tucker. The damage to the vessel was intentional. I suggest going to Red Alert. The Communication station was destroyed."

Archer nodded to the Major who brought the Enterprise's shields up and armed all the ship's weapons. "Any sign of the crew or anyone who could have done that damage?"

"Sir this is Tucker, I’m in AUX control. We haven't seen anyone on our way here, not even bodies. Especially here where there should be an officer on duty at all times in case of emergency." Trip said as he continued scanning the ship's interior for damage.

"What about you Commander, did you notice that as well?" Archer asked.

"No bodies. No blood. No uniforms. Scanners detecting nothing. Not even sweat or residual DNA from skin or hair. Precision shots to damage or destroy precise equipment is in evidence. This wasn't a random attack. I believe this was an intentional surgical strike. Performed by highly trained warriors that don't miss their targets."

Looking around the Bridge T'Pol asked, "But why, and how, did they remove all biotrace?"

"Get the ship's logs Commander T'Pol. See if you can see if maybe they knew or had a clue as to what happened to them." Archer ordered. "What's the status of the ship itself?"

"Still running a diagnostic. But looks like all we'd have to do is repair a few plasma conduits and we replace a couple of injectors and warp power can be restored. With the shape the outer hull is in, I wouldn't push beyond warp 4." He said as he continued looking over everything. "I'm going to need some of my people over here, but I think we can have this ship flyable again in 4 or 6 hours. Weapons are shot, might be able to get the shields back online. We should have full life support restored in about 45 minutes. There might be more damage, that we'll discover as we bring the systems back online."

“If you can return life support to the bridge I may be able to access the ships log, But as it is the control are too small for the suit’s gloves to function.” T’Pol told Tucker.

"Commander T'Pol our scans cannot determine if the photon launchers are still in the cargo pods. We need to determine if they're still there. Let me know what you find."

"How much time will Life-support to the Bridge require Mr. Tucker?"

"Working on that now," Trip replied as he hands flew over the controls. "Wait... wait.. wait... You should have breathable air now, temperature is rising slowly." he reported.

"Your efforts are appreciated, Lieutenant Commander Tucker." Nodding to the MACO she indicated he should remove his helmet. A moment or two later and she was removing her helmet and gloves as well. Tapping a control she had her suit refilling it's supply of breathable atmosphere.

And then she went to work on the ships logs. Many of them had been damaged, but she was able to begin transmitting the files, complete and incomplete to her hand held scanner.

"Corporal, remove that panel." she instructed as the copy began. Once done, she'd take the hardware that stored the files as well. Or at least the Captain's files in the Chair's buffer. Hopefully with time she'd be able to rebuild the lost data.

Trip finished tapping a few controls. "Alright that does it. Life support is building over the ship, as is the heat, and power. Phillips you stay here. Cole and I are going to engineering. All you have to do is monitor the instruments. If anything red lines let me know." Tucker said as he stood up and grabbed his tools. he motioned for Cole to follow him and the two made their way to the Freighter’s engine room.

Pausing in her work T'Pol tilted her head to the side. An unconscious and characteristic gesture of someone trying to listen to something. Illogical, it wasn't as if tilting the head increased hearing after all. But a mannerism performed by dozens of species.

Tapping the MACO on the shoulder she held a finger to her own lips and shut off her comm unit. Then signaled him to do the same, even as her eyes darted around the room.

Obeying the silent instruction the MACO didn't have time to move, as her hand reached out and touched his face.

Her lips moved silently, but then only a Vulcan would have understood what she was saying, A Vulcan or Hoshi.

In the freighter’s engine room Trip went over to the panel where the injector assembly was. He removed the panel and looked inside. "Cole there should be a storage locker over there. You'll see some replacement injectors in there bring them to me." he said as he immediately started removing the first damaged injector. The Captain hadn't authorized sending anyone else over yet, so he would do what he could on his own.

With practice came speed, and T'Pol had performed this maneuver many times. Very many times. Few new about the ability, and even fewer outside The Vulcan species. There weren't even that many that could perform it, and certainly none off the Planet T'Kashi (Vulcan). At least as far as Imperial Command knew.

A minute later and her fingers separated from Montgomery's face. Nodding in silent satisfaction she reengaged both Comm unit's.

Checking the status of the download she tagged her communication unit and informed the Captain it would take several more minutes, and that the comm-station would need to be replaced.

"Understood we'll just continue using communicators until we can get that fixed." Archer told her. He really didn't care about the station. he was more interested in finding out if those photon warheads were still on board.

Once the log transfer was complete T'Pol and Montgomery moved to the cargo pods. “The medical supplies, food rations, and launchers were all in their designated pods. However, one of the 5 pods that was supposed to have been carrying the warheads has been destroyed.”

"Well some of the shipment will be better than none of it." Archer said. He thought for a few moments. Whoever had attacked the freighter may try so again if they discovered it was once again in route to Kithomer. "Commander T'Pol, we'll be sending an engineering team to assist Mister Tucker with the repairs to the freighter. I want that ship moving again as soon as possible. I will also be assigning a skeleton staff, for you, to crew that ship to it's destination."

"Very well Captain." T'Pol replied, moving back to the bridge.

 

[LuckyVic]

Lt. Commander Charles Tucker

Three and a half hours it took them to finish the repairs of the frieghter. The Beta team was who Archer had sent over to assit the Enterprise Chief Engineer with the repairs. "Probably could have finished sooner if I had Alpha team." Trip thought to himself. But he didn't mean that as a slight on them. In fact he took it as a challenge to make them even better during this trip to Klingon rebel outpost. After all it was going to be a 16 day journey since they only had a maximum speed of warp 4. Although he was hoping to see if he could get that upto the freighters maximum warp 5 speed. Which would shorten the trip by a week.

He walked onto the bridge and saw some of his people finishing up the repairs on on the stations. The communications station had taken the longest to repair on the bridge, only because Archer saw fit not to send Lt. Sato over for this mission. T'Pol was sitting at the Command chair, and speaking to the perverbial devil, Archer was on the main veiwer.

"We've gone over all the data you sent us and still haven't been able to figure out who attacked the frieghter. Although we have picked up a faint ion trail. Starfleet wants us to investigate it. So you'll be on your own for a few days. You'll be within comminications range for about a week, so if you need anything just yell." Archer told T'Pol.

He then saw Tucker enter into the image. "Ah Mister Tucker, how are the repairs going?"

"She's still a mess Cap'n. But she's flyable and will get us to where we need to go." He told his commanding officer.

"Very good then. Commander T'Pol you have your orders. Proceed to Kithomer at best possible speed. If we're able to, we'll meet up with you before you get there. If not your to proceed to the nearest Imperial facility after your drop off."

 

[Varshanka]

Freighter "Poor Shmucks"

Dipping her head T'Pol acknowledged the order, and discreetly tapped a control. Cutting the connection.

"Well it looks like you have your first command. A first in the Empire." he said with a smile. "I had your things taken to the Captain's quarters." he quickly added.

"I've had a Command before," She replied mysteriously, and without further comment.

"Oh really?!" he asked shocked. "I don't remember seeing that in your personnel file."

"Nor will you. You don't have the clearance. And it was rather presumptuous to have my thinks taken to the Captain's quarters. Captain Archer could just have easily placed you in charge. You are the highest ranking Human on board."

“Well I had a hunch he’d give it to you. Since you’re the higher ranking officer and after all I’m just an engineer.” He told her and then leaned in closer so that only she’d be able to hear him. “And I also took the liberty of putting my things there as well. But I can remove them if you want.” He said and then straightened himself up. “Do you have any orders Captain?”

"Take a rest period, Six hours. When you are finished I shall take mine. Place someone in charge while you sleep." She said, as unemotionally as ever with that damnable Vulcan arrogance. Even as a second class species she still sounded higher than the Emperor.

"Yes ma'am." Trip said. He'd push things with her when he could, but for the most part he kept things as professional as possible. After all if the Captain even suspected that there was something going on between them he could have them executed on the spot. "Lieutenant Kelby is in charge of engineering right now. I'll inform him that that it's his until I relieve him." Trip said and then waited to see if she had anything else to add.

"Dismissed, Mister Tucker." she said, turning to look at reports of repairs, and what couldn't be repaired because it was to damaged, or they just didn't have enough replacement parts.

Trip saluted and then made his way to the lift. Once he was off the bridge he activated the comm. unit and informed Kelby that he would be in charge of engineering for the next six hours. He also told him to send half the beta team to sleep. They’d all come back on duty in exactly six hours. After that brief conversation Trip made his way to the Captain’s Quarters of the freighter. He ordered the computer to wake him in 5 hours, and then made his way to the shower. As he felt the hot water hitting his skin he couldn’t help but remember his shower from the day before.

Tilting her head slightly T'Pol had watcher Tucker leave the bridge, her gaze dropping to his buttocks as he walked, very appreciable she decided.

Almost pleasing.

Turning to look at her weapons/armory officer she gave instructions to complete repairs at all possible speed. She didn't warn or threaten. It was already known. She just told him he had six hours to get the weapons online and targeting correctly.

Moving to the Armory station, on the pretext of assisting her, T'Pol sent the comm officer to get some food. Once the lift closed T'Pol moved. And she was sitting in the Captain's chair once more when the comm officer returned form lunch.

Walking over to the comm Officer T'Pol looked over his shoulder. "I believe if you adjust the frequency by seven hundred millobars you'll increase power efficiency by seven percent." she suggested.

"Yeah, tried that. The system is too old, blew out a coupling in the process."

Turning to look at his superior officer he was surprised to find her leaning so close, her cleavage very obvious. and very... in his face.

And then her fingers latched onto his face while he was distracted.

***

He was supposed to rest for six hours, but wasn't able to. He found himself waking up after about 4 hours. He walked over and took a pair of his boxers out of his bag and put them on. He then went to the bathroom and picked up his unform and tossed it into the reclimator. It had been ripped anyway so he wouldn't be able to use it again. He then sat down and accessed the ship's computer, he wanted to check on the status of the engines. All though he was fairly sure that Kelby hadn't blew them all up since they were still there.

Moving to the operations position T'Pol began diminishing power output to non used sections. Life support she decreased, but kept at seventy-eight percent. More than necessary for the limited crew they had. And as of now the Captain's quarters wouldn't be accessing extraneous water. She and Trip would start showering in the barracks, with the rest of the crew.

Kelby had his feet up on the console when the call came in. “What the hell does that alien bitch want.” He thought as he stood up and clicked open the link on his side. “Kelby here, how can I help you ma’am.” He said as he looked at the monitors making sure nothing was wrong.

"Come to the Bridge, and make a status Report!" she said, clipping her words.

"Yes ma'am I'm on my way." he said and then closed the link "Cardin, take over here while I go check in within her high and mightiness." he said to the Ensign that was nearby. A few minutes later he walked onto the bridge. "Lt. Kelby reporting as ordered." he said, but the disdain for her in his voice was very obvious.

Sighing she looked at him. "Keep it up and you'll never make Chief Engineer. Give me a status report on the repairs. What's fixed. What’s not fixed. What's being fixed. How long until you're done?"

He rolled his eyes. He knew that she really didn't have the power to keep him from going up in rank, even if she was the Enterprise XO. She was an alien and he had enough family friends in the Admiralty that anything this alien wrote in his fitness reports would be ignored. Of course he had plans of advancing in rank soon anyway. He just needed to remove Tucker. "Engines are still under repair, although we have gotten her up to warp 4. Commander Tucker was going to see about strengthening the IDF and SIF to see if he could get her back up to warp 5. All emergency bulkheads are in place, and we've begun on repairing the interior of the ship in those areas. It'll probably be another day or 2, and we'll have complete internal access of the ship again.

Hull plating is at about 45%, because of the outer hull damage. Shields are at 65% and charging. One phase cannon is fully recharged, the other is at 13%, still no torpedoes.” He told her.

"Shut down all extraneous systems, cut life-support to non-priority sections. Reroute the power to the Shields and weapons." she said standing up and turning to face him more directly.

“Yes ma’am.” He said not really paying much attention to the fact that she was not standing up. He did his best not to look at her since that would me he would have to fully acknowledge her. He didn’t understand how Tucker could stomach her being put in command over him. Then again Tucker had told him more than once that he was just happy being an engineer.

"Mister Kelby, look at me when I speak to you." she ordered him.

Kelby sighed and then looked at her as she had ordered.

In the blink of eye T'Pol's fingers locked onto his face, each fingertip tagging a specific nerve ending. "My mind to your mind.." Her other hand grabbed the back of his head, keeping him from pulling away.

Kelby didn't understand what was going on he tried to struggle, but that damn Vulcan strength was to much for him. Soon he found himself repeating her words.

It didn't take long for her to plant the controls in him. A little longer than normal, but that most likely had to do with his revulsion for aliens. Which she left intact, for now.

When she finally let go of his face he blinked several times as he tried to figure out what he was about to say. But then shook his head as he just couldn’t remember. “Is there anything else ma’am?” he asked wanting to get off the bridge as quickly as possible.

"No. But you will start giving me the respect my position deserves, whether you like me or not. Or I will shove you out an airlock."

“Yes ma’am.” He said and then saluted her before he left the bridge.

 

[LuckyVic]

Freighter Hijinx

Stepping into the Captain's quarters T'Pol kept the lights off. Mister Tucker had worked himself rather hard and needed all the rest she could allow him. The MACO on the bridge had orders to contact him if the need arose, but for now she'd let him sleep.

Moving across the room she stripped out of her old uniform and entered the bathroom, the light illuminating her nude profile before she stepped across the threshold and closed the door. Dimming the light to fifty percent she engaged the shower at one hundred and two degrees.

Trip had watched T'Pol enter the room, he knew it was still a few hours before he was to relieve her. He thought perhaps something had gone wrong until he watched her disrobe and then head for the shower.

He slowly and quietly got out of the bed and walked over to the entrance to the shower and watched her in the steam full room.

 

[LuckyVic]

Lifting her leg, T'Pol slowly coated the muscular limb with body wash. Unfortunately she'd not had sufficient time to collect her own cleaning products, so she was forced to make do with what was available on the ship.

Settling her foot back on the floor she caress her buttocks with the lotion, her hands moving up to caress her breasts and nipples.

“Do you need any help with that?” he asked as he watched her soaping herself up. Her hands currently on her breasts with her pierced nipples in between her nipples. She was absolutely the most amazing woman he had ever seen, no matter what species she belonged to. And that was the problem.. He was falling in love with her, and Terrans being with aliens was heavily frowned upon in the Empire.

"You may wash my back, it is difficult to wash properly." she replied, completely unfazed by his speaking to her. Almost as if she knew he'd been standing there all along.

 

[LuckyVic]

He slipped out of his boxers and then made his way to the shower. He opened the door and stepped into the shower, not phased by the hot water. He placed his hands on her hips first, and then reached up to where the body wash was and began to rub it along her shoulders to her spine. “How’s that k’diwa?” he asked wondering how she would react to using that word. He wasn’t even sure if he had used it right since he had to look it up in the library computer.

Turning in place, her hard pierced nipples brushing his hairy chest she arched an eyebrow. "Are you aware of the meaning of that word? Perhaps you were thinking of something else?" she asked, just in case he'd used the word by mistake.

Trip smiled. “Only if the computer on this ship is so damaged that it’s Vulcan database is screwed up.” He said with a chuckle and then looked into her eyes. “Beloved?” he asked checking to see if he had gotten the usage correctly. Hell he couldn’t believe he was actually admitting this, but since they weren’t on the Enterprise he felt free to admit things he couldn’t or shouldn’t while there.

"Yes, K'diwa means beloved. It is part of a longer word. K'hat'n'dlawa, half of my heart and soul. In its deepest sense. It is not a term used lightly, or frivolously. It is also only used between K'hat'n'dlawa... Is that something you intend..?" she asked, looking up at the taller Human.

 

[LuckyVic]

“Yes..” he replied. “… even though if this ever gets out it could get me executed. But as my daddy always told me you can’t help who you fall in love with.” He added. “The real question is how do you feel something for me, or was this all some sort of experiment on your part?”

Saying nothing T'Pol reached up and lay her fingers on his face, as she stood on tiptoes and kissed him. "Vulcan's only touch those they care about." She said, running just the tips of her fingers across his skin.

"And they mate.. for life...."

He caressed her face with the back of his hand and then turned it around cupping her chin as he leaned down and kissed her. As he broke off the kiss he nibbled lightly on her lower lip. “That’s good, cause so do we Tuckers.” He lowered his hands down to her hips and picked her up with ease and pulled her close to him, their faces level now as he kissed her again.

Curling her fingers in his hair, T'Pol kissed him, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer, their bodies touching in ways that only lovers could. "Tucker ..Trip .. Again ..please ..." she said.

 

[LuckyVic]

Trip began to kiss and lick her bare neck as he felt his shaft pressing against her lips. He placed her back against the wall and began moving his hips. His kissing, licking, and even began to bite her neck as he was growing more and more frustrated because he had yet to enter her, however soon all that frustration melted away as he felt the head of his cock push past her lips and his cock entered her.

Sighing T'Pol's body arched to meet him, even as her neck arched back, allowing greater access to her neck and throat. The feel of his shaft sliding deep inside sent chills through her body, erupting from her in a whimper of desire. "yes.." she moaned.

Trip continued to hold her against the wall as he moved in and out of her slowly. Taking his time, with long, deep, power strokes. One hand in her hair as he pulled her head to the side so that he could devour both sides of her neck and throat equally. No woman made him feel this way, he wanted her so much, but he always wanted to have her experience things she had never experienced before or would again without him.

"Yes Trip.." she moaned, "Yes.. fill me.." she gasped, her fingers leaving his hair and grasping his back, her fingernails digging into him. Stroking his. Scratching his back. Leaving marks any female in any species would understand to be marks of possession. He was taken. And his mate would kill to keep him.

 

[LuckyVic]

Every time he felt her fingers dig into his back Trip would let out a groan as he slammed his hips into her. Filling her like she wanted, feeling her inner walls contracting and releasing him like no other woman ever did or ever could. He reached out with his hand and shut off the water, then wrapping his arms around her waist he moved the two of them out of the cubical. Stopping at the sink to thrust into her a few times as well as readjust his grip on her.

"Yes, Trip. Fuck me. Fill me with your cock. Harder.. Please.. Harder.. Faster.." she demanded. Needing him inside. Hard. Fast. Deep. Spilling his seed into her. She needed him above her, his body spreading her thighs as he fucked her.

Bring her fingers back to his face she touched him, her lips brushing his for a moment before she whispered.. "My mind to your mind.. My thoughts to your thoughts.."

Trusting harder and harder, his mind focused only on one goal. He didn’t understand what she was doing. It wasn’t until he had gotten the both of them over to the bed and was looking down at her that he began to hear thoughts that weren’t his own, and even as he continued thrusting he found himself repeating the words that she was saying until they were both saying them at the same time.

His feelings for her were an open book. The growing love, the fear of what could happen to them if their secret was discovered all laid out to her as if it were on a silver platter.

Hooking her ankles behind his knees T'Pol pulled him deeper. "Yes Trip.. fill me.. fuck me.. cum inside me.. K'hat'n'dlawa.."

 

[LuckyVic]

Fill her, fuck her, cum in her.. K’hat’n’dlawa was repeated over and over in his mind as he drove into her harder, digging his hips into her as far as he could. He leaned down and began to lick at the pierced nipple on her bouncing breast. It was as if he could feel her need in conjunction with his own… no it was as if her need was his own and he was trying everything he could to fill that need and fill her.

It was either sweat or water that dripped down from his hair and onto her tanned body when he felt his balls tighten and begin to release his seed into her.

T'Pol felt his hard cock sliding between slick walls. Walls that clamped and rippled around her own throbbing flesh. And she knew it was his cock.. and her convulsing body he was inside. But she could feel the pulsing and pounding from both perspectives. Feel the tightening of muscles. Feel the contractions. Feel the overpowering need to push deeper. To pump the semen as deep inside as possible. The sudden clenching of buttocks, the aching stiffening of already tight nipples.

A supernova of light exploded in her mind.. he was cumming, pumping his human seed inside her Vulcan womb. She was cumming, her vaginal muscles contracting and rippling around him. Milking his hard throbbing cock of every last drop of semen he had.

Even as he filled her with his cum, he found himself still trusting his hips against hers. Driving the cum that was trying to coat her walls into her deeper, while trying to release his cum even deeper inside of her. His mind was empty of any rational thought, and was pure desire and instinct.