First contact

First Contact

While Rex was standing near the Captian's table the Steward that had been in the docking bay with him earlier came though a door near the table and started to make final ajustments to the Captain's table. Rex walks up to him."Exsuse me I never got your name in the docking bay." Rex askes.
"It Townsend, Sir."
"Good, Mister Townsend would it be possilbe that I could receive my magazine say after dinner, one of your mess boys picked up two pineapples from my ship while I was dressing."
"I will see you get it after dessert, Captain."
"Yes, that would be fine, will you be able to use my pineapples tonight?' Rex inquires.
"Yes we will be having Pineapple and Cream Pie!" The steward turns back to the table."Any thing else,Captain?" he askes not turning around."No that is fine." Rex turns and spots Private Janas standing near the main door. She has her hair "out" I see. Rex observers. My what a dress a class 2 if I remember correctly. He notes. "Private Janas, I am lost for words, that has got to be the finest class 2 uniform I have ever seen, and you are wearing your hair open, I see!"
 
Commander Ian Cargill

Ian walked into his small dining/conference room, to find the majority of his invited guests already in the dining room. There were small little placards indicating the seating arrangement. Ian was at the head of the table, of course. He had extended Captain Lionheart the courtesy of placing him at the other end of the table, the chair of the "vice-president" of the mess, as it were. He placed Petty Officer 2nd Class Fredrick to his immediate right, as this would be the first time the Petty Officer had dined with him.

Ian debated on who he would place to his immediate left; either the Doctor, or the Private. Finally, he opted to put Private Janas to his left, across from the Petty Officer. Ian had just received word through channels that the Private had received a promotion to Lance Corporal. Normally, Ian would forward the news of this promotion to Lt. Eiselmann, her immediate superior. However, this would make for a pleasant surprise to be given after the meal.

The good Doctor he would place beside Private Janas and to Lionheart's right. To Lionheart's left, he would place Lt. Eiselmann. Some instinct told Ian that he wanted to keep the head of his security complement as close to Lionheart as possible.

Ian took a seat at the table and motioned for the rest to take a seat as well. "Lady. Gentlemen. Please be seated. Captain Lionheart, the seat at the other end of the table is for you, sir. You will have the honor of being "Vice" of the mess tonight. I'll have Mr. Townsend serve us a sparkling white wine as our apertif until the rest of our guests arrive."
 
John wasn't late as such but he arrived just as people were directed to seating, he was glad the Commander had gone for B Class Dress Uniform , he had served under a mad General who insisted that everyone dress in full A class uniforms.

His unit badges on his arm showed this command at the top ,the ESF (Euro Special Forces) badge at the bottom and in the middle, the badge of the 5th Terran Fighter Group with gold lettering designating him as having 5 kills making him an ace...his first unit.

The encryption on that message had yet to be cracked it was a mutli layer encyption and the computer had only just unvailed the first layer, in four hours.

John was glad the commander had seated him by the merchant for JOhn knew now that he was more than that and he had no doubt the good captain knew what those CEM's were ...the suspicion John had was that they were what this Lionheart wanted him to see....hard enough to find but yet so very easy and exactly 70 of the little buggers..

.'I'll show a bastard the knife in my left hand while I shoot him with the gun he doesn't see in my right hand', a saying an old sarge once told a raw cadet...it had served and saved John several times.
 
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Alexa Janas

Commander Cargill arrived at the dining room and while he told his guests about the seating arrangements Lt. Eiselmann arrived as well. Alexa was to sit at the Commander's right, opposite of a tall Afro-American whose uniform identified him as petty officer, as far as Alexa could tell. He was rather handsome but made a somewhat shy impression, looking around with an air of insecurity that brought her to the conclusion that he would be the new crew member on the 'traditional' welcome invitation to the captain's table.

She made eye contact when he sat down and smiled at him. "Good evening! Good to see a new face at space station Tycho. My name's Alexa, Alexa Janas. I'm with the security staff. You're Petty Officer, I figure?"
 
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She made eye contact when he sat down and smiled at him. "Good evening! Good to see a new face at space station Tycho. My name's Alexa, Alexa Janas. I'm with the security staff. You're Petty Officer, I figure?"

Sam was honored to be invited to dine with the comander and of course had accepted the invitation. "A good chance to meet someother people he muttered to himself while he dressed for the event. Besides, beats the hell out of eating alone in my quarters."

He arrived in the dining room just before Lt. Eiselman and took his seat as Commander Cargill instructed. He shyly looked around the table to see who was all there and noticed Pvt. Janas sitting across from him. "At least I'll have a nice view for diner" he thought. She was breathtaking with her blonde hair out, her eyes set off by the dress blues everyone was instructed to wear.

"Good evening to you Private Janas. Alexa if I may. And may I say you look lovely this evening. I am Petty Officer Samuel Fredrick but you may call me Sam. It is a pleasure to meet you. I'm an environmental technician. How long have you been stationed here at Starbase Tycho?" Sam said trying to start a descent conversation with Alexa that would hopefully lead to finding some common interests.
 
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"Good evening to you Private Janas. Alexa if I may. And may I say you look lovely this evening. I am Petty Officer Samuel Fredrick but you may call me Sam. It is a pleasure to meet you. I'm an environmental technician. How long have you been stationed here at Starbase Tycho?"

Alexa liked the very polite manner in which Sam addressed her. It was a pleasant change for the rogue-like boldness with which Rex had confronted her earlier in the docking bay. He had something about him, definitely. His selfassured appearance and all the ado reminded her of some of the old movie stars from the 1950's and 60's. She loved those antique films although virtually noone else shared that passion for non-hologram entertainment with her. Anyway, she liked Sam's manner.

"Thank you very much, Sam. I've been servind on Tycho for four months now. So there's still a long way to go. Before I got here I was stationed at a mining colony on Galileo. Now I'm here and I have to say that living on the edge of the known universe is much more boring than I would have expected. I'm not exactly workaholic but work is still better than sitting around in one's quarters and watching Star Trek for the umpteenth time... uhm if you know what I mean."
 
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"Thank you very much, Sam. I've been servind on Tycho for four months now. So there's still a long way to go. Before I got here I was stationed at a mining colony on Galileo. Now I'm here and I have to say that living on the edge of the known universe is much more boring than I would have expected. I'm not exactly workaholic but work is still better than sitting around in one's quarters and watching Star Trek for the umpteenth time... uhm if you know what I mean."

"You watch the old Star-Trek shows, huh?" Sam said to Alexa, oblivious to anything else happening in the room. "I like them too. The only thing better is the antique films, you know, from the 1950's and '60's. I kind of like the old non-hologram ones myself. Maybe we could do a Star-Trek marathon together if we evr have a full day off at the same time." Sam said this totally innocently, just hoping to spend some of his off time (what little there was) with someone other than himself. After he said it, his thoughts roamed to other possabilities "Don't push it Sam", he thought, "no need in making enemies already".
 
Alexa was pleasantly surprised. "You would? I mean you also like that old stuff? We are probably the only two persons within 20 lightyears radius that like those" she smiled. "You know my father was a rightout geek when it came to Star Trek. He had all that collectible stuff and knew most of it by heart. When I was a little girl we used to watch it together and although I was far too young to really understand the plot it was then that I developed the wish to do work in space someday." She hesitated. "I hope I do not bore you with this. Of course we could watch some episodes together ... I mean" she noticed that she should restrain herself a bit. "I mean it would be cool if we could do that sometime..." She tried to recall her duty schedule. "I tell you what. The day after tomorrow I got four days off. Any chance that you're available then?"
 
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... "I tell you what. The day after tomorrow I got four days off. Any chance that you're available then?"

Sam thought back on his duty schedule. "I have duty the next two days, but I have the next three off. Let's see, today being Monday that would make us both free on Thursday. How about we start then? That way if we run out of time on Thursday and want to wtch more, we have Friday yet too" Sam said to Alexa.

"Oh my God" thought Sam, here two weeks and I already have a date. Again, his mind wondered to other, better things.

He had only been here two weeks, but with the amount of time it took to travel here and his training time, it had been a couple of months since he had been on a date at all, much less had any sort of real sex. Virtual sex was ok to get a person through, but it wasn't the same. And he was getting horny as hell. "But" he thought again "take t easy Sam, you don't want to make any enemies right away. Especially not one as beautiful as Alexa."
 
"Thursday then, alright." Alexa was actually looking forward to getting to know this young guy better. And into the joy of having an actual date there was mixed an all too familiar tingle in her stomach reminding her of certain urges that she had left unsatisfied for far too long now. But she pushed the thought away. "Let's see how we got along." she thought. "Everything else will follow..."

"So" she said "Tell me a bit about your work... if you want to that is. Maybe you'd rather have a few words with Lt. Eiselmann, then I'll leave you be?" she suggested with a wink.
 
First Contact

"Thank you Commander Cargill for the honor of "vicing" the mess this evening". Rex stated planely, and raised his wine as a salute to the Commander. Rex noted LT. Eiselmann on his left and a doctor Halloway to his right. The good Lieutenant was an ace, surely not from the Culture wars he seemed to young. Maybe the good Lieutenant knows of the Morganville disaster, I'm not sure how to bring it up though and stay in cover. May be I and get this doctor to bring it up."Ah Doctor Hollaway is it?" The doctor was drinking his wine. Doctor have you ever seen combat, or treated battle wounds say from a pulse laser, nasty buisness is it not?"
From the other end of the table he heard "star trek". Rex was waiting on the Doctors reply and decided to force the Janas issue. Play your cards, my boy.
"Petty officer, Whom do you prefer, Kirk or Picard"
 
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Ian Cargill

Ian watched with a certain amount of satisfaction as the dinner conversation around the table seemed to progress nicely. There was an almost undetectable undercurrent of tension at the other end of the table, but the discussion between the two enlisted personnel was going nicely enough. Ian covertly eyed the Private in her Dress B uniform and briefly pictures her sans uniform. It was for the best that her and Petty Officer Fredrick seemed to be hitting it off. One less temptation for an old goat like you, Ian thought to himself.

Ian whispered to his steward. The steward promptly filled the glasses. Once filled, Ian stood up and tapped on the side of his glass with his fork. When the remaining guests became silent and stood up, Ian lifted his glass in toast.

"To the Republic!"

He was answered with a chorus of

"TO THE REPUBLIC!"

With that formality out of the way, Ian had the steward serve the first course of the meal.
 
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"So" she said "Tell me a bit about your work... if you want to that is. Maybe you'd rather have a few words with Lt. Eiselmann, then I'll leave you be?" she suggested with a wink.

"I help maintain the gravity and air systems on the station as well as the limited weapons we happen to have on board. I am laso trained to use the weapons. But, I am reading about the propultion systems for the station as well as the exploration ships we have. I've always been a mechanical type person and like to get my hands dirty."

Sam heard Rex ask him which he prefered "Kirk ... I never really liked the spin-oofs of the original Star Trek" he repiled.
 
Ti-Awl-Ska

The Human reached and grasped Ti-Awl-Ska with the end of its appendages. "Hands", Ti-Awl-Ska remember they were called. And the Human wasn't an it. There were two genders, and this one was a "she." She grabbed Ti-Awl-Ska's tentacles with her hands. Perhaps it---no, remember the pronoun, Ti-Awl-Ska reminded himself---perhaps SHE was trying to facilitate communications.

If so, Ti-Awl-Ska appreciated the effort, but knew that it was conterproductive. Ti-Awl-Ska had already tried to communicate through these hands, but with no result. It was obvious that Ti-Awl-Ska was going to have find other nerve receptors on the human female's body that were more conducive to communications.

Ti-Awl-Ska extended two tentacles to wrap around the female's...wrists, that was the words, pulling her arms to her sides. Ti-Awl-Ska allowed himself a momentary feeling of pride at remember the names of various parts of the human anatomy. But enought of that, he thought to himself. He had business to attend to.

Deciding that it was best to insure that the human, well intentioned though it obviously was, didn't interfere with Ti-Awl-Ska's establishment of true communication, Ti-Awl-Ska used two more tentacles to secure a hold of the human's ankles. Another tentacle adapted it's end so that it could grasp an object at the human's neck. Pulling down on the---what was that word---zipper, Ti-Awl-Ska maneuvered the human's arms so that the human was quickly bare from it's waist up, save for some white garment that covered its "breasts."

The human was making noises and some type of non-verbal communication. Don't worry, fellow traveler, Ti-Awl-Ska thought to himself, we shall soon be communicating soon enough.
 
Sonja (on the Shuttlecraft)

Sonja gently pulled the furry tentacle away from her throat.

Only to have two tentacles wrap themselves around her wrists and pull her arms down by her side. Two more tentacles wrapped around her ankles and one around her waist, rendering Sonja immobile.

"What the---?" The creature wasn't hurting her. It's grip was gentle and firm. Sonja wriggled, useless trying to escape the Alien's grip. It WAS useless. The Alien was holding her in place.

It soon became clear to Sonja what the Alien's plans were. Another tentacle approached her front, this one with four little tiny "mini-tentacles" at the end. The mini-tentacles wrapped themselves around her zipper and tugged it downward.

"No! Don't! Please don't!"

Sonja might as well have been talking to herself. The Alien pulled the zipper down until it was below her belly button. Making sure that her arms were always secured, the Alien pulled first one arm, then the other out of her coveralls. Sonja struggled and protested; in the end, she stood before the Alien with the top of her coveralls hanging down around her waist, and only her bra protecting her modesty.

Sonja was breathing heavily, wondering what the Alien was going to do next. She remember the warm, tingly touch of its tentacles, and wondered what it would feel like.
 
Ren Halloway had finished putting on his uniform for the dinner the Commander had invited him to attend and entered, quietly taking his reserved seat and watching the others.

Sipping a glass of wine, absorbed in his thoughts, he suddenly realized someone was speaking to him.

"Ah Doctor Hollaway is it?"

"Yes, sir, it is," he replied curtly. This man, Rex Lionheart, had a somewhat jovial attitude that Ren found somewhat irritating, given his own gloomy mood.

The man continued, inquiring, "Doctor, have you ever seen combat, or treated battle wounds say from a pulse laser, nasty business is it not?"

"Yes, I've seen some combat," he replied, "and yes, wounds from a pulse laser aren't pretty...but I'd say use the biological nerve agents, such as the weapons like the ones used on Murv F-13 were probably the nastiest thing I've seen. Somehow, treating hundreds of men coughing out their own entrails makes pulse laser wounds seem somewhat insignificant."

He realized he wasn't exactly making pleasant dinner conversation, but there was something about this man that rubbed him the wrong way. Maybe it was the fact that he seemed so pleasant and content with himself...he came off as almost arrogant to Ren. He realized he was probably being too harsh, but it was almost as if his attitude was overriding his better judgement.
 
Ti-Awl-Ska

Ti-Awl-Ska had to admit that, for some reason, he found the symmetric appearance of the female Human's "breasts" quite enticing, clad as they were in a supportive white garment. Perhaps Ti-Awl-Ska would have a better chance of establishing communications through the nerve endings of those intriguing orbs.

Ti-Awl-Ska ran a tentacle on the portion of one breast that was not covered by the white cloth, again sending a message of welcome. The Human, bless her, tried to communicate by motions and sounds. Ti-Awl-Ska placed a tentacle on the uncovered portion of the other breast and sent out simultaneous communications with both tentacles. This caused more movement and sounds from the Human, but that was it.

Finally, Ti-Awl-Ska decided that the garment in question was interfering with his communication efforts. He sent another tentacle to examine the surface of the white garment, until finding a connector on the back of the Human female. Ti-Awl-Ska undid the connector, removed the white garment, and left the Human female exposed from the waist up.
 
Sonja (on the Shuttlecraft)

Sonja braced herself as the fur-covered tentacle reached for her right breast. With its first touch, a pulse of pure pleasure shot through her, causing her to close her eyes and moan. Another tentacle began caressing the top of her left breast, sending a jolt of ecstasy straight to between her legs. Sonja could feel her hardened nipples pressing against the material of her bra, and she wanted nothing more than for the Alien to move its caresses down to them.

When the alien stopped, Sonja moaned in protest. "Please don't stop now."

It seemed the Alien had no intention of stopping. Another tentacle, with tiny mini-tentacles on its end, explored her bra until it found the clasp in the back. It deftly undid her bra, and Sonja didn't even provide a token resistance in the tentacle doing so. The cool air on her exposed nipples sent a thrill through her, and she waited impatiently for the Alien's exploration of her body to continue.
 
Ti-Awl-Ska

Ti-Awl-Ska disposed of the white garment that had held the Human female's breasts. It must have been a restraing device. The human female's breasts did not appear to need any support. They seemed to be especially firm, with their pink tips pointing slightly upward. The tips appeared to have enlarged during Ti-Awl-Ska's attempt at communication. The Human Female was arching her back, thrusting them toward him. An obvious attempt to establish communication. Ti-Awl-Ska obliged. He converted the end of his tentacles to feather-like tendrils and began brushing them lightly back and forth across both the human female's pink tips, while sending friendly communications.
 
John sat and listened to the convesation flowing around him , he'd joined in the toast because he was loyal to the Republic but in truth he was an imperialist at heart, his family had served both the German and British Imperial families and that type of history never went away even as politics evolved.

The conversation around the Star Trek series surprised him and he wondered if the two captains would be disappointed having to negoitiate with fern as opposed to Klingons and Cardassians...but at least there weren't Vulcans for real out there.....hopefully ,those emotional black-holes would suck all the joy out of life.

Speaking of joy, Private Janas was looking hot tonight ....his eyes opened wider and he tried to move that thought out of his head.

While it fought to stay there another picture of the private on this table naked, her legs opened inviting him in, sprung to mind and John forced himself to focus on anything else.

A few minutes later a little beep sounded by his side he read the message , the second layer of encryption was cracked. He looked at this Lionheart and wondered again if he should just arrest the rouge he had enough on him to do it....but something told him he had to let this play a bit longer.
 
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Sonja (on the Shuttlecraft)

All thoughts of "first contact" were gone. Sonja was having her first sexual experience, and desperately hoped the Alien knew what it was doing. She moaned as she felt tiny feathers stroking her nipples. They were so hard now they ached. Sonja arched her back as hard as she could, thrusting her breasts forward, begging for more.
 
Commander Ian Cargill

Things may have been going splendidly at his end of the table, but there was a certain amount of tension at the other end. The Private and the Petty Officer were getting along very well, to the point that they had almost forgotten the world around them. The Doctor seemed to have taken umbrage at something Merchant Captain Lionheart had said, and Lt. Eiselmann seemed on the edge of springing into action.

The steward was getting ready to serve the main course, but Ian raised a hand to tell him to wait a bit. Standing, Ian tapped his glass. "Lady, gentlemen, if I may have your attention?"

As the conversation ceased, Ian turned to Private Janas. "At attention, Private Janas. Or perhaps I should say Lance Corporal Janas." Ian grinned. With an apologetic look toward Lt. Eiselmann, Ian said, "Normally, I would allow Lt. Eiselmann the honor of advising you of your promotion, Corporal. But the electronic paperwork had just come in, and I thought this an opportune time to spring the news to you. I'm sure Lt. Eiselmann will forgive me for usurping this privilege...just this one time." Ian held out his hand to the Corporal for a congratulatory handshake.
 
Sam

After Commander Cargill and Corporal Janas sat back down, Sam looked at her and reached across the table to shake her hand. "Congratulations" Sam said to her. "If it's not to forward of me, I'm not on duty the rest of tonight, how about we celebrate after this, my treat" he said. "Although, I'm not sure what I can treat you to. Anything, you name it and it's yours tonight. What do you say?"
 
First Contact

The commander had just anounced the promotiom of Private Janas to Lance Corporal. Rex smiled and clapped."Out standing!" Rex then stood up and raised his glass."Commander as vice of the mess and as I am the only civilian here, I can not salute the new Lance Corporal I wonder if it would be in within the regulations for the new Lance Corporal to receive a gift...A bottle of Don Lyon de Pari nomally 500 credits as a free gift, that means no charge to you non-merchant types!"
 
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Lance Corporal Alexa Janas

When Commander Cargill broke the news Alexa nearly couldn't believe her ears. Sure, she had done some good work on Galileo and never really received anything but a "Well done" by her commanding officer but she hadn't expected to be rewarded after four months in this rather unspectacular position on SS Tycho. But the bureaucratic mills of Terran Command were not known to be the fastest. This thoughts aside she was incredibly happy and a bit proud and silently agreed with the Commander that the time for this message was well chosen.
With all the attendants congratulating her she was especially happy about Sam kind words and his invitation. She was just about to accept when Rex made himself heard. His present was very generous indeed and to turn it down would have been very impolite. While standing up again to answer to Rex's offer she whispered to Sam "I'd love to ... later..." Then she addressed the others.

"Gentlemen, Commander Cargill, I am very proud and honoured to accept this promotion and also the generous present by Captain Lionheart." She looked at Rex. "As you all have now been attending the announcement I would like you all to celebrate with me after this wonderful dinner. I'm sure Captain Lionheart will not object if we take on the bottle of Don Lyon together, as far as your duties allow that, of course.So I would be glad if you joined me in the Officer's mess right after dinner. At my expense."

With a smile she sat down and hoped that it would be a wild and intersting night, she sure could use some fun. She only wondered if all guests, including Lt. Eiselmann and Commander Cargill, would be in for such an informal celebration.
 
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