USS Dark Fire (IC)

[The_Weeping_Angel]

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USS Dark Fire – Stardate 29870508.1765

“Acting Captain, Lt. Commander Jordan Reeves Reporting:”

“Marcus, James. Rank Captain. Time of Death Reported by Chief Medical Officer as 0932 This Stardate. Cause: Catastrophic Blunt force Trauma. Reference attached Medical report 29870508-ZGY6798.”

God damn he hated these reports.

“Returning to Deep Star 9 for resupply, Crew exchange, and assignment of a New Captain.”

***

Looking over the reports he couldn’t believe that the captain had been killed by a freak accident. A power coupling overloaded and blew out the panel as the Captain was walking by. Four others ended up in the Medical Bay with minor to serious injuries.

***
Deep Star 9
Stardate 29870516.0758

Standing at the landing bay command room Lt. Commander Jordan Reeves watched as new personnel arrived, and old crew/friends left. Some would arrive via Transporter system but the new Captain was arriving by Shuttle. So was an Ambassador, which was why he was in dress uniform. And that’s all he knew. No race, no name, no fucking genders. Not a fucking thing. Neither for the Ambassador or the Captain. Fuck they could walk past him and he'd never fucking know.

Goddamn command and it’s close to the chest secrets. Probably someone he’d had a conflict with before. Please don’t be an ex. God if he had to salute an ex he’d fucking airlock himself. He'd already escorted the Captain's Casket to the first shuttle off, so that unpleasant business was already done.

A light on the console flashed. Thank God for small fucking miracles. One of the pilots recognized rank or something. It was either the new Captain or the Ambassador. Fuck don't be both. Exiting the Center he dropped through the gravity shute and stepped onto the Landing back as the next ship slid through the force field and made it's approach. Fuck an Imperial ship. Were they just helping with transport or was it one of their agents? Fucking communications!? Just because he wasn't the Captain didn't mean you should disrespect him.

"Hemings! Who's on the Imperial Ship? Passenger Manifest!"

"Umm.. Crew.. mostly Ensigns, a Herbologist. A Commander. Some Security Personell. I don't see the Ambassadorial signet though."

"Keep looking." Reeves Ordered.

"Aye, aye, Sir."

"Engineering, Status of the TransWarp drives?"

"On-Line," Came the hesitant response.

"And?" he snapped.

"I wouldn't push them to full power yet, still working on some things."

"Work Faster, The New Captain is on board today and they won't want excuses." Reeves relied. "Unless you'd like to come to the Bridge and explain why they aren't fully operational?"

"Understood," came the reply and what sounded like someone swallowing in fear. The last Captain had been a hard ass, often using combat drills as punishment. The ship might have had several large sections for Scientific research, but it was still a Carrier and warship. Whoever he had found lacking ended up on the short stick.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

Hora Layvnullo stared at the view screen of the shuttle craft as it approached the USS Dark Fire. “It is a big ship… and so beautiful” she thought.

USS Dark Fire was a primarily military ship, but had a healthy scientific research secondary mission. Similar in design to the older Walker-class ship, this class featured a main forward section connected smaller mid-section, then the rear section which housed the engines. She noticed all the laser cannon, photon torpedo tubes, and main plasma guns. The weapons were of the same configuration as other carrier class ships, but Dark Fire had additional “special” modifications. She was almost like a main battle ship.

“She” Hora thought. Ships still carried a female gender assignment. A bit ironic, considering Hora was going to be its new commanding officer. Hora was a female Orion. Orion’s were the sexiest aliens in the quadrant. Her 5’6” figure, dark green colored hair, and large voluptuous chest had been admired by many of the male members of the fleet. Even with green skin she was stunning to humans. Her curvaceous figure was just made for fucking.

This turned out was a curse. Hora was more than just beautiful she was also smart. She moved ahead quickly, but many whispered behind her back, that it was because she “fucked” her way to the top. They were not totally wrong, as she loved to fuck. But she had not done it to get to the top. Nevertheless, “slut” and “whore” were whispered behind her back.

When she reached the rank of Lt. Commander, it became too much. She moved into the science track, where she mainly worked with computers, not people. She did not want command and told the fleet she had no interest in it. Then, yesterday, she was order to assume command of the USS Dark Fire.

“Fuck” Hora said out loud, pissed off about the situation she found herself in.

“Is that a question, Commander?” LT Zosh Sol asked in a grunt. Zosh was a big, hulking dinosaur in a star fleet uniform. Standing over 6’7” tall, his massive canine teeth hung over his lip and jaw. It was like talking to a crocodile. His attitude and appearance had also held him back in the fleet. However, as a security/weapons officer, he excelled.

“No” Hora replied.

The security officer recognized rhetorical nature of Hora’s statement and turn his attention back to the view screen. The shuttle craft passed through the force field and land in the shuttle bay. Everyone on the shuttle got up and headed toward the exit door.

As Hora walked out of the shuttle she had expected an announcement “USS Dark Fire, arriving” followed by 4 bells. This was an old earth custom when humans sailed on their planet’s seas. She had always found it “cute”. But she heard nothing. The big security officer followed her.

Hora noticed Lt. Commander standing in the bay. She headed directly over to him. She turned up her charm and did her best sexy walk. Her hips swaying, her chest jiggling, her hair flowing with her movement. She raised her hand in a salute. Even though she out ranked him, it was a custom to request permission to come aboard a ship.

“You must be Lt. Commander Jordan Reeves, request permission to come aboard” Hora asked the man.

Hora
https://www.deviantart.com/trekkiegal/art/Captain-on-the-Bridge-374585345
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Zosh
https://www.deviantart.com/dkeith357/art/Dunnottar-Gorn-Security-Officer-545405048

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Reeves:
Raising an eyebrow Reeves looked at the Orion female and the Gorn behind her. Were they a couple or was it an escort? So much Bullshit because Command wanted to play games. Maybe the Base Commander was a dick and doing this? Maybe the New Captain was playing games?

“Maybe if I knew who you were it would help me to access whether I should or not.” Reeves replied looking at the two of them. At least the roster showed a Gorn Security officer as being assigned. Unusual, but not impossible. As for an Orion female? Not a fucking blip! Tapping at comp on his arm he did a quick DNA scan cross referenced against Fleet files and pulled up her orders.

“Permission granted Commander,” he said with a salute. And then he held up his hand from her moving forwards and tapped the comm on his chest. “Attention all Hands. Captain on Board. Repeat Captain on Deck. As you were.”

Over the Load speakers was a high pitched four tone piping that reverberated through the ship and made a couple hundred crew members wince at the pitch.

“Lieutenant Sol, report to Lt. Commander Aegeri in main security. He’s a Zabrak. You're dismissed."

"Captain, I’m Lt. Commander Jordan Reeves, Ships Executive Officer,” He added with a gesture to an ensign to take the captain’s gear. “Congratulations Sir, we're waiting on an ambassador as well.” Turning he looked back at the shuttle. “Hopefully they get here soon. Have you ever served on a Carrier before, Sir?" He asked.

Please don't be a pencil pusher! he begged the gods of the Ferengi. "It's not like a standard science vessel of the Constellation Class or any of the other Science Dominant ships. Combat first, science second."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

“I served as assistant repair and later fuels officer on USS Sagittarius” Hora explained. USS Sagittarius was an older carrier, not as big as USS Dark Fire. Fuel Officer was one of the most important jobs a junior officer could hold on their first ship tour. But it was nothing compared to what Reeve had done. There was a second or two of awkward silence as the two looked at crew members bring the shuttle craft into its storage location.

“How is the crew taking Captain Marcus’ death? Do we need to hold a… what do you humans call it… a Fun-all?” She asked. Lt. Commander Reeves face reacted to her use of “Fun-all”. She realized she had used the wrong word. Then Hora remembered the correct word “I mean Funeral… you know, Burial Rites”

She was pissed at herself. In a few seconds onboard she had lost all the respect of XO had for her. She was very tempted to put Lt Commander Reeves in charge and hide in her cabin. He was the ship’s XO. He knew the ship. He was a big strong human that everyone seemed to like and respect, while she was viewed as a sex object. Orion females were known throughout the quadrant as sex slaves, so the “slut” label fit. Normally, she would not give a shit what people thought, but the ship needed leadership. Would they follow the orders of a slut?

Before Reeve could answer her question, a crew member approached them, Petty Officer Peter Handson. A black skinned human.

“Fuck” Hora gasped loud enough for Reeve to hear her.

“Hi, I thought that was you, Hora. It has been a while” Handson said with a shit eating grin.

“Hi, Peter.” Hora said in a low voice. Then in a louder voice “That is Captain Hora, Petty Officer. I’m your new commanding officer. Please return to your duties”

This seemed to cause Peter to stop a moment. Then he figured out what was going on and nodded “Yes Sir” He replied and walked away.

Hora turned to Reeve, “Well… just to correct what you are thinking… he fucked me! I did not fuck him” Hora explained. “Now about morale, and the need for a funeral?” Hora asked

Zosh Sol

Lieutenant Sol wondered how the Zabrak would react to him. It had better be with awe and respect, but he would also take fear. The automatic door opened before him and Lt. Commander Aegeri was looking at him.

As Zosh looked into Aegeri’s eyes he saw happiness. “WHAT” he thought. “I can break that creature in two with my bare hands. My bite could cut through his arm bones! Was the man stupid!” It was not a look he expected and certainly not one he wanted.

“Sir, Lt Zosh Sol reporting for duty” Zosh reported. Zosh eyes held a clear warning look in them. This Zabrak really had no idea who he was dealing with. It was almost laughable.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Reeves:
Stepping forward Reeves grabbed the Petty Officer by his arm and glared at him. “Petty Officer If I ever hear you speak to any Officer on this ship without Addressing them by rank, I’ll have you in the brig before you can breathe. You will return to the Captain, Salute, wait for a response salute, refer to the Captain by Rank and name in proper and due reverence and then apologize for the error or I may feed you to a Gorn. This disciplinary action will be placed in your file,” He said scanning the Petty Officer and logging their ident. “Any further problems will not go well for you.”

Waiting he observed their compliance and would have a conversation with their supervisor about basic Officer etiquette. Once they’d left, he turned to the Captain. “A Memorial Service has already been held. Captain Marcus will be buried at New Arlington on Titan, he had no Family.”

Grabbing a data slate from a nearby Engineer he swiped the slate clean and reset the protocols for the Captain. “Ship specs, crew roster, everything you can access. Just input your retinal and DNA. You’ll need to assign a new C.A.G. Protocol dictates the next in Line in Jensen Ackles, call sign “Storm Crow”. He’s a hot shot. Breaks rules. A lot. The last Captain and I, distributed promotions and reprimands separately. I handled the non-corms he handled the Officers and Warrant Officers. You can change that if you want.”

“New Officers coming on board in Helm and Navigation Communications, Medical, Security, Engineering. None are priority. Bunch of Science Ensigns, normal switch out. Everything is on scheduled for departure at 29870518.0500. Full list of Roster change is on the Tablet, both incoming and outgoing.”

“We do have new Ground Pounders coming in, but not your problem. You out rank the Major, but she doesn’t report to you. She does eat with the other Command Officers at the Captain’s Mess. The Last Captain and The Major had breakfast together every morning, and her preferred meals are in the file. No they didn’t have sex. Not even once.”

“Captain’s Mess is by invite only, except me and the Major. It was the previous Captain’s reward for good work. Table seats thirteen Including yourself. Personally, I’ve got a bet going the Captain lost at cards and the Major gets breakfast for life. To bad the Captain died.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Aegeri:
Standing up from the console Aegeri rose to his own rather impressive 6’4” height. Not as big as a Gorn but still tall. “Never dealt with a Gorn under my command before,” he said folding his arms across his bare chest. A cloak of some leathery material lay on his shoulders and was clasped together at his throat.

“I’ve heard your skull is as hard as a Klingon,” he chuckled. “But from what I’ve read most Gorn aren’t as smart as a Tribble. How do they taste? Tribble, I mean. Never had one. Yet.”

“I’ve reviewed your file. You’ll need to adjust the climate settings in your quarters. Be default Engineering and Operations has the default as Earth Standard. Not my preference, but it’s not my ship either.”

Swiping the Comp on his arm he sent the Berthing and shift details to the Gorn. “You’re technically off duty tomorrow but you need to qualify in the weapons range. Holodeck 14, 98% or better on Difficulty Level 19 or higher. You get 2 attempts. If you fail the difficulty is increased, and so is the pain settings. You must qualify before you get issued a weapon. The Dark Fire leaves dock 29870518.0500, that’s the day after tomorrow at 0500. If you don’t qualify, I’ll escort you off the ship myself.”

“No Questions, just anger? Good. I am curious though; how can you tell your genders apart?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Reeves:
Watching as two cloaked figures disembarked from the latest shuttle his hand rested on his weapon. He didn’t like cloaks, people that hid their faces were hiding something. He liked it even less when they pulled the hood back revealing their features.

“You’ll want to avoid the red section. Deck 13 Compartment 23 through 48. You might get mistaken down there.” He Told the New Captain. “Don’t lose the map, or it will take a week to find you.”

Watching the newcomers he assessed them. Male. Vulcan, short hair. Bulkier than most. Efficient motion. Eyes that scanned the deck. Combat trained probably. Or paranoid. Scanning the new roster, he didn’t see any new Vulcan security officers. The second figure was female, five-foot-one, slender, long dark brown hair. Family? With Vulcan's it was hard to tell ages. They could have been a parent and child, siblings, mates. Friends?

As they walked over to him, he sighed. Either they were lost or..

“Lt. Cmdr. Reeves?” The male asked.

“Yes, I am Lieutenant Commander Jordan Reeves, and you are?”

“I am called Su’Nak of Vulcan. May I present Ambassador M’Chel of the Vulcan high Command.”

“Ambassador, May I present Captain Hora Layvnullo of the USS Dark Fire, Dreadnaught Class Carrier. I’ve scheduled Lunch at the Captain’s mess at 1200 hrs Ship time. We operate under Earth time keeping here.” He told them gesturing to a digital display in the Landing Bay Command Center. “You may want to reset your chronometers to avoid any confusion.”

Glancing at the Captain he silently raised an eyebrow, did she have anything she wanted to say?

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

Hora put on her sexy smile and put up her right hand in the Vulcan salute with the middle and ring fingers separated. “Live long and prosper, Ambassador M’Chel and Su’Nak of Vulcan.,” Hora knew, like the human hawaiian “Aloha,” this phrase for Vulcans doubled as a hello and a farewell.

“Live long and prosper” Su’Nak replied slightly surprised at Hora’s knowledge.

“Culture itself is a tool to the Orions. When contacting a new client or making a first deal, Orion traders and diplomats worked hard to be as similar to those they deal with as possible and to know all they can about them. When dealing with another race or culture, we speak the other’s language, adopted the correct customs and match them for behavior. Ken-Tor” Hora explained (Ken-Tor is the Vulcan word for understand)

“Fascinating” Su’Nak replied

“I just assumed command, literally minutes ago, I’ll be making an announcement to the crew in a bit. My XO is unaware, but Orion names typically come in three parts: a given name first, a family name second, and an honorific or nickname. The first name tended to be short; though older and prouder families might have longer names. Unless very well-known and respected, family names are rarely mentioned in public, since they could identify relations, allegiances and enemies. As such, an Orion is typically known by their first name, plus any honorifics and titles they might have.

That is a long way of saying my name is Captain Hora. Or Hora, to my friends.” Hora explained

“Do you intend to follow all Orion customs?” Su’Nak asked

“As many as I can… except for my extreme "appetite" for men” Hora joked

“I had always thought that was marketing hype by dealers in Orion slave girls” Su’Nak stated

“Perhaps” Hora said with a coy sexy smile. “Welcome aboard, and I look forward to lunch at 1200 hrs” Hora added.

As the two Vulcans walked away, Hora turned to Reeve. “We need to talk in private. Do you have time now?”

Zosh

“You can place your hand on my crotch to find out” Zosh dared Lt. Commander Aegeri. “Although that might result in the forfeiture of your arm.”

The two stared at each other for a split second. Zosh gave in first.

“I’m not a Gorn. I’m a Croco-Lamia from Tore U6M9 Dyson sphere. Female Croco-Lamia have large breasts.” He replied.

“As you can see in my record, I have score 100% on Difficulty Level 23. I’ll pass your silly test” He snorted. His sassy answer shocked Aegeri.

“No Questions, just anger? Good. I am curious though; how can I tell your genders apart?” Zosh asked just to be an asshole.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Aegeri:
“Well, everything checks out, including the bio scan., and the anger management difficulties. Keep that up and Command will bust you to Ensign and transfer you to to the Ground Pounders. You’re here to provide security for everyone on the ship, not just vent your frustrations.”

“Am I clear?” Aegeri asked. ‘As for the just like humans and Vulcans, they got tits.”

“And threatening an Officer with violence is a punishable offense. Don’t do it again. Go and re-verify your score. Consider it punishment for threatening me."

"You'll be on a standard probationary period of one month as you get acclimated to the ship and crew. During that time, you'll report to you training officer, then me, then Lt. Commander Reeves, Then the Captain. Go outside that chain and it causes problems. We got a new Captain so expect changes. The last one kept the hallways colder than Earth standard by a few degrees. So, you'll need to dress a bit more warmly than your used to. Vulcan's hate it."

"Oh, and Lieutenant Commander Reeves was supposed to get promoted, but The Captain died before he was, so Reeves is less than pleasant to be around right now. Everyone expected him to be the new Captain, but he's not so do NOT ask him about it."

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Reeves:
“Yes, Captain I have time now. How can I assist you?” Reeves replied. Fuck was she even rated to be a Captain of the ship? Could she man the bridge stations? He’d set the Holodeck to give her some dry runs and see if she could at least run a navigation simulation and a helm control. Fire suppression, boarding party. Defense systems, and attack drill. At least the Comm and Medical systems she didn’t need to test out on. Shit, could they Pilot a Fighter? Reeves could, so could all the Alpha and Bravo shift. Charlie was going through their training with Delta shift. Within the next six months all the bridge crew should be walking with wings on their collars.

“We’ll need to get you confirmed in your office. The Bio-metric scan will give you access to all the ship systems. Then you'll be able to look over, review, and change anything you desire. And I'll always be at your disposal any time of day for any questions you have." He responded without any normal human double entendre.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

“Ok, let’s go now.” She said and then realized she was not sure which office he was referring to. “Please lead the way”

Lt. Commander Reeves took off at a brisk walk. Hora followed. Hora had not figured the human out yet. He was not charmed, by her charms. Did he prefer the company of men? He did not seem the type. She was tempted to release some of her Orion female pheromones to make him delirious with lust. But that would be the end of her career. It was strictly forbidden for an Orion to use them on an unwilling person.

There was definitely something going on with him. It was critical for the CO and XO of a ship to work well together. Each of them needed to back the other up. It was called unity of command. Fucking him might be a great way for them to build the trusting, intimate, close relationship that was needed.

He might even tell her what was really bothering him.

Then there was his comment to avoid the red section. Deck 13 Compartment 23 through 48. For some reason the C.A.G. appointment bothered her too.

And finally, the Vulcans.

Nothing was adding up.

After riding the turbo lift the bridge level. They walk over to her ready room/office. Hora activated the main computer and requested a compete Bio-metric scan. The scan was quick and automatic she had access to all the ship data and functions. She needed to put a few special codes for ship self-destruction and other items, but she could do that later.

“Please have a seat” She asked Lt. Commander Reeves. As he sat down, she went over to food processor and prepared a drink.

“I have a lot of questions. Let me start with the simple ones. How do you wish me to call you. In private and among the crew. For example, I could call you Jordan here, but on the bridge, XO or Commander Reeves? Do you want a drink? I make a mean whisky sour or from my world a drink called Orion’s Belt?”

“I’d also like to know why you warned me about red section. Deck 13 Compartment 23 through 48?” Hora asked as she brought him his requested drink. Then sat across from him. Her long sexy legs on full display.

Zosh

“It is wrong to threatening an Officer” Zosh agreed, “Unless, they are making unwanted sexual advances. I have every right to defend myself.” He added with a tooth filled smile.

“Thanks for the tip on the XO. The guy sounds like a loser” He observered. “I’ll just go set the high score on Holodeck weapons range.” And the big dinosaur walked out of Aegeri office.

1 hour later

Zosh returned to his quarter. He had 98% on Difficulty Level 23, easily qualifying. He was not upset at not scoring 100%, because he had used his left hand during most of the test! He was normally right-handed.

He walked over to the climate control for his room and turned it to 50 degrees. Aegeri was right, he was cold blooded and preferred it warmer.

“Don’t tell me what to do… ASSHOLE!” he mumbled to himself. He was sure the security chief was monitoring his room temperature. His little stunt was designed to fuck with his boss.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Aegeri:
“Not sexual advances, species identification observtion.” Aegeri corrected..

Once the new guy was out of his office he uploaded the corrections to the file. Not a Gorn. Mammalian. Digital corruption of the data file? Then he walked down to the brig and checked on the few that were currently incarcerated. Drunk an disorder. Fighting. Assault. Typical run of the mill.

He had anger issues, probably genetic. Why didn’t he join the Ground Pounders? He’d have gotten to kill people, let out his aggression, and probably advanced without the repetitive demotions.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Reeves:
“In private I would prefer Reeves. On the Command deck Lt. Commander, XO, or Number One.” He replied as he leaned back and crossed his legs. “I don’t imbibe alcohol. I find it unpleasant to taste. And Synthehol is worse.’

“As for the Red section…” Sighing he looked at her over a glass of water. “It's the informal ‘red light district’ found in human cities on earth. Prostitution. All legal, the companions are checked weekly by the medical team. As well as chemical inhibitors to prevent offspring. There are a variety of races down there, including shapeshifters, and having a female Orion in there would have people assuming your were there for their pleasure.”

“If you need a companion, let me know and I’ll arrange for a shifter to attend to those needs.”

“But you didn’t pull me aside just to ask me about a deck designation.” He said standing up and moving around he room. “Someone in fleet is playing games. I wasn’t provided any information on the ambassador. Only that we were getting one. One, not a Diplomat and a guard or family member. One. No name, race, gender, nothing. As for you I got the same. A new Captain was coming aboard, but no race, gender, a name. Nothing. It a perfect way to infiltrate a ship. As it is, only because the Dark Fire let you access the data did I have confirmation that you were the Captain. If you were a spy, or infiltrator, I’d have shot you."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

Hora was impressed. Reeves had come to a similar conclusion as she had. Something was very wrong with the whole situation. She downed her drink, stood up, and looked him directly in the eyes.

“Well, I totally agree with you. I too have come to the same conclusion; Games are being played. We, or the Vulcans, or the fleet, or the Imperials are being set up. I reached this conclusion based upon different facts than you. Let me provide some context. You have not had the time to pull up my official file, but in it you will see a few things.

• I moved up in rank, with below zone promotions, until I reached Lt Commander. I only served on one carrier. My other tours were on destroyer sized science ships. Held mainly engineer jobs, one time as navigator, and weapon officer. Never XO, never Command. I have NO fighter time. Did fly a trainer at the academy that’s it.
• My promotions were deserved, however, many in the fleet started to whisper, that I “fucked” my way to the top. I do love sex, but did not use sex to get ahead.
• At Lt. Commander, I switched to the science sub-specialty. Where promotions are heavily based upon scientific accomplishments. I gave up my desire for command, Best, I could hope for is science officer position on a ship like this. I told the fleet I had no interest in command. I did make commander, wrote a ground breaking paper on solar photosphere emission in a dark energy field.
• Then, yesterday, I received orders to assume command of the USS Dark Fire.
• I have been given no brief, no orders, the admiral has not talked to me. It is crazy.

Add to all this, the Vulcan High council member onboard? The last CO’s death now looks a whole lot more like a murder, than an accident.

Then there is you. I have not seen your record, however, normally, the XO would be fleeted up to assume command. I asked a few people I knew, and they told me the XO on Dark Fire was an excellent officer. So why did that not happen? Is someone trying to put us against each other? Hoping we fight, back stab each other?”

Hora took a second for that comment to sink in.

“I keep coming back to the Vulcan High council member being onboard. We, the fleet, can afford that to go wrong.” Hora commented.

“I think we need to start doing some very off the wall things, or we’ll fall right into their careful plan.” Hora suggested

“What are your thoughts? What else do you know? What do you know about the CAG? That dinosaur that came aboard? The current security officer? The investigation into the CO’s death? The admiral?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Reeves:​

“To many players and not enough information,” Reeves said gazing out the plasteel window at the ships in orbit. “The old CAG was solid, a good pilot. Klingon and a bit aggressive, but in the cockpit they were excellent. The next in line would be callsign “Storm Crow’ human, a bit of a wild card, risking maneuvers, waits until the last minute to fire. Extremely close flyby’s. Close enough to set off collision alarms. Perhaps in another year they would have been promoted, if they could have stopped the pilot games. They don’t drink and all Tox screens come back clear. And they do a DNA sequencing as well, so they aren’t faking the tests.”

“The Dinosaur is.. Croco-Lamia? Not a Gorn. So there file was played with. DNA scan is not Gorn. They’ll be watched. A bit aggressive and hostile from what I’ve read in their file. Aegeri, the Security Chief, would be in my shoes in front of you if he hadn’t decked the son of a Commodore for bringing a weapon on board. He used to be a Commander, got demoted one rank. He’s very capable.”

“The Captains death was accidental. Security and engineering went over the whole section, ran the simulations on a holodeck, with all the readings. If the Captain had been ten seconds faster or slower he’d have lived. Unless a bomb using unknown materials was inside the bulkhead. But nothing indicates it was murder.

“As for the Admiral I’ve never met them. I try not to rub elbows with idiots. All Bridge personnel are Pilots, or working on their wings. A Holo program is available to get you up to speed. This room has all the emitters needed. It’s a holo suite in and of itself. It was upgraded by the previous Captain so they could maintain their privacy when using a holo suite. Only You, Myself, and Dark Fire have access to those logs. The Chief Engineer would need to access the wall panel to determine what programs were running.”

“Dark Fire, introduce yourself,” He said.

Holo emitters shimmered for a fraction of a second before an image appeared, looking very much like an old earth biker with a flaming skull the imaged tilted its head in a nod. “Greetings Captain, I’ve read your personnel file and must admit my confusion as to why you were promoted to this position. But all the verification codes are present and legitimate. So far, I have found no digital footprint to indicate the cause or reasoning, therefore I must conjecture that all conversations pertaining to this matter were made in ‘back room dealings’.”

“Dark Fire is the ship, and it’s AI. With a minimal crew of a few hundred he could run the ship. Crew would only need to open and close certain hatches, and manually load weapons if the automatic systems were damaged.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

"Greetings Dark fire. Thank you for the information. Please give Commander Reeves and myself privacy. I will speak with you later." Hora ordered. The AI acknowledged and disappeared.

Hora walked over to Reeves and grabbed his arm and turned him away from the view of the space station. Orions were physically stronger than most humans. She was looking directly into his eyes.

“I need to see your eyes. I need to read your face. This is truth time.” She explained. She wanted to complained that he had not given her any recommendations. But now was not the time for that.

“Here are the three big options, I see.

1. Resign my commission and leave the ship. I don’t like this option. Leaves this mess for some other patsy they assign. Most likely, bad guys win.

2. I appoint you acting CO. Leave the ship. I don’t like this option either. Leaves this mess for you to fix. Some other patsy will be assigned to command the ship. Tips our hand that we know some weird is going on and most likely, bad guys win.

3. I continue as CO. Since, I’m new and … inexperienced. I can do unexpected things. In the background, only with people we trust, we can try to investigate what is going on. I like this option best. Bad guys have lowest probably of success.

What do you think? Are there other options? Which shall we follow?” Hora asked

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Reeves:​

When she grabbed his arm Jordan raised an eyebrow. But turned as she pulled him, nonetheless.

“I need to see your eyes. I need to read your face. This is truth time.” She explained. He was about to protest that he’d never lied to her, and never would. It was a point of agreement he and the Previous Captain had had. Never lie. Even if the truth was offensive, disagreeable, or painful. Don’t lie to each other. But she was not his previous Captain. Would she lie to him to suit herself? For her own gain?

The she listed her options, and he could understand her theories he disagreed with her logic. Of her possible courses of action only the third allowed for any chance of success.

“There are of course other options,” he told her. “You remain as Captain, we finish resupply and then separate from the shipyards. We don’t have any orders as yet but with an Ambassador on board they could come at any time. But as long as we don’t ask for them, we may be able to slip away quickly and cleanly. The standing order for this ship is to explore the Gamma Quadrant. As the Federation has encountered more and increasingly hostile species that have captured, enslaved, and tortured it’s ships in attempts to capture it’s resources The federation built ships bigger and more capable of defending themselves. The ‘Dark Fire’ is the latest in those efforts.

“All finally loading is on schedule and we’re set to depart at 29870518.0500. Though we could reasonable depart as soon as the last equipment is on board, which is approximately 18 hours before our scheduled departure time.”

“A fifth option is to seek out hostiles and attack them without warning,” he said calmly and with a rather serious face. Though he was joking. Apparently, he had a horrible sense of humor, or so he’d been told.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

Hora noticed that Reeves reacted to her grabbing his arm. She released arm as soon as she noted his reaction. Reeves gave her more options. Her felt her lack of experience at his suggestions. She had mainly been on smaller ships and their assignments were much more controlled. Common missions were escort merchant ships, patrol an area for pirates, investigate a unique solar event or black hole. To be granted an “independent” streaming mission, was very rare. She was not use to that level of freedom. When Reeves finished talking, he made a bad joke.

“I like to warn them first, then kill them” Hora joked back. “Thank you for the additional options. And sorry for grabbing your arm. Orions are a touchy people. That doesn’t sound right. I mean they like to touch others. Still sounds creepy. We are huggers. Ok” She final said

“Ok, here is what I’m thinking tactically. I want to assign the dinosaur to guard the Vulcan High Council member. No way that hot head is part of whatever is going on. Also he is almost impossible to kill. Next, eat lunch with the Vulcans. Try to figure why they are on this ship. Finally, I’m going on the space station and meet with the admiral. See if I can figure out what the blazes is going on.

I’m not appointing anyone CAG just yet. I need to meet with Jensen Ackles first. I’m going to reassign one of the new science ensigns to a special project.” She tapped on her tablet. “Ensign Cook, Finally, don’t tell anyone, but we are leaving as soon as I get back onboard from the Admiral’s meeting. I don’t care if supplies are not all loaded. We’ll pick up what we are missing somewhere else. I also don’t care if half the crew is not on the ship. We can come back for them in a week.

Oh, and being on the bridge about one hour after we depart. I’ll need you. I think that should be enough unexpected events. Thoughts?” Hora asked “Oh, and one more thing. What are your thoughts about fraternization between officers? In particular the captain dating someone?” Hora asked with a smile there was a small hint at a sexual encounter in future if he wanted that from the busty Orion captain.

Ensign Riley Cook

Riley took one look at her room and sighed. Smaller than some of the rooms at Starfleet Academy the lone bed looked well enough. She knew USS Dark Fire had some of the better living quarters, being such a large ship. She should feel lucky to have it. But she was unsure why the sudden transfer and the haste to get her out here. She had been aboard the USS Apollo a science vessel, with large staterooms. Apollo was not a warship, so extra space was provided to the crew living spaces. Then sure enough orders came through and she packed her bag and moved to this new assignment. She had passed by the small room that would serve as her work place and she was disappointed to say the least. Still work was work but she had hoped to get her hands on the new tech or at least a space station not warship. She however had been told the ship was headed into the Gamma quadrant and that was exciting.

She tossed her bag on the bed. She unzipped it, and pulled out some clean clothes. She saw her favorite picture of her on the beaches of Rigal 4. She put it next her night stand and made for the bathroom and a shower. She wanted to be presentable when she met her co-workers.

Riley Cook on Rigal 4
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[The_Weeping_Angel]

Reeves:​

“I personally do not recommend fraternization between bridge officers. In the heat of battle minds, and emotions, need to be focused on the survival of the entire ship. Not on an emotional of physical attraction to another on the Bridge. What happens if the Comm officer is killed by a piece of bulk head. Unfortunately our Helmsman is having sex with said Comm officer. Now they’re distraught over that pain and are unable to do their duty.”

“I’ve worked with Officers that are able to deal with it, and some that cannot. Current standing orders for this ship is that it is not allowed. You may relax that order if you choose. But I do object to that, and will place my objection on record, if you relax the standing order. That are a sufficient number of Red Section, or other crew aboard this ship for indulgence or companionship. Simply forbidding any Officer from fraternization with fellow officers of the same grouping is logical and reasonable. If you were to find a scientist or deck hand, or even choose to be with one of the soldiers there would be no objection. I would find complication if you decided to fraternize with any of the Bridge crew, or one of the Heads of Staff.”

“I’ll have combat readiness drills started. Proving our speed and capabilities for he New Captain is a standardized practice. I’ll inform the Quartermaster of your requirements. All leaves are canceled effective immediately. Any failure to muster for The New Captain’s inspection will result in penalties.”

‘The CAG Position is reasonable, and we don’t require it be filled for now. Jensen is currently acting CAG and can continue in the position until otherwise directed. He won’t be happy, but his emotional stae are not my concern, the ship is.”

“As for the Dinosaur, I’m not sure having a giant Angry Lizard assigned to a Diplomat is best.” Taking a deep breath he looked at her. “You like to touch people it’s understandable. I don’t. I’m.. slow to relax around others.”

“Once we depart the station we shouldn’t come back for at least 3 years. Not unless we have orders. Coming back in a week or even a month would be.. suspect.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

“I’m not changing any fraternization policies. In fact, I’m not changing any Capt Marcus policies yet. I want to see how things work with the existing rules and later I’ll adjust as needed. But on Fraternization, I’d like you to consider a few things. First, close relationships with teammates can build cohesion and optimize performance. When we are in combat, two lovers will fighter harder than two non-lovers. In business, no cares about this rule. In fact, some of your planet’s best companies had fathers, mothers, sons, daughters working together. Why didn’t that cause problems for good order and discipline?

Second, the current policy is inconsistent. Two enlisted personnel can date but not an officer and an enlisted. Bridge team can’t… but one of them can date a nurse or the head doctor. Once injured wouldn’t that cause a problem with good order and discipline? The doctor must choose who to save, his lover or a more important crew member. Orion ships don’t have this policy, and they function just fine. Well, except for the whole sex slave thing.

Finally, if we are good friends, all of these same problems apply. You don’t have to date or sleep with someone for you to like one person more than another. There are LOTS of ass kissers out there that get ahead based upon kissing asses.” Hora said

“Let me get off my soap box. I understand. No change to the fraternization policy” Hora sighed.

Her bright smile returned to her face a second later. Reeves could tell she was speaking from her heart. “Reeves… I must tell you. This is a beautiful ship. You have done a great job here. Flying in on the shuttle was amazing. The size and power of this ship is impressive. Thank you keeping her in great shape. Unfortunately, your duties now include helping me to keep this ship going. I will do everything in my power for the mission, this ship, this crew, and for you. Please help me as I may not always know the right thing to do.”

She nodded at Reeves reply

“Thank you for saying that. If you will excuse me, I’d like finish set up my computer files, and have a private conversation with ship’s AI.” Hora asked Reeves.

When Hora was by herself, she called Lt. Commander Aegeri. “Commander, nice to hear your voice. I’m Captain Hora, the ship’s new captain. Please send Lt Zosh Sol up to my office. I have a special assignment for him. I will be by later to meet all the senior staff.” Hora told the security chief

Her next call was to Ensign Riley Cook ordering her to report to the captain’s cabin on the double.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870516.1012

Reeves:​

“Apologize Captain, The regulation is from Old Earth Military tradition. Offciers are forbidden from sexual, romantic, emotional, and or physical relationship with other individuals in their chain of Command. Or those potential in the foreseeable future in their chain of command.”

“Hence why Bridge crew may not Fraternize with other Bridge crew, if two re dating and then one is promoted an emotional conflict can result.”

“A Medical professional is not a foreseeable superior or subordinate of a bridge officer. There are exemptions to the regulation, but to get the exemption requires a great deal of Bureaucratic paperwork. And it’s absolutely forbidden without exemption for the Captain, The XO, and the Chief of Security in any capacity to have relations with any of the three mentioned. After The Davros Mutiny the court-marshals and the residual fallout The Davros Policy was written.”

“It’s my duty to assist any and ALL crew aboard this ship find their footing Captain, and that does include you. If there is anything you are uncomfortable speaking directly with me about, Dark Fire is quite capable of assisting. Captain Marcus used him as a therapist. Dark Fire is a level ten Hologram. So he can be solid if you feel the need to ’hug’ him. He’s also one of the most advanced and intuitive entities I’ve come across. There are times I’ve had to remind myself that he doesn’t have heart, or blood. But I’m quite sure he has a soul, somewhere.”

“Do you require full Starfleet entry and departure or shall I just exit?” He asked. With her answer he complied and left the ready room. Stepping into the next office, his he faced the empty area. “Dark Fire, gimme my Office.”

Sighing he watched as his office materialized. The room was a miniature Holodeck s it was easy, but there were times when he preferred comfortable vs Officious. Easing bck the rolling chair he sat at a roll-top desk, the sounds of an ocean breaking against a wooden hull wafting in through the open roundel hatch window. His office would have fit perfectly on any 19th century Pirate ship, or even a ship of the Imperial line.

“Dark Fire, on private channels rescind all shore leaves effective immediately. Anyone that complains or asks, inform them the ship is planning a surprise inspection. And the XO has already ordered official reprimands for non-compliance. If pressed I’ll add an extra 24 hr leave, and they get the first choice.”

Get me the Quartermaster,” he said turning to look out one of the windows. Dark Fire was good enough at his hologram generation that even though the Quartermaster was half a ship away and heard him through an ear plug, to Reeves he walked in through the door wearing sailor’s gear from 1889.

“Yes, Sir Lt. Commander Reeves, Sir”

“Chill it’s just me in my office.”

“Of Course, Sir. What can I do for you?”

“I need all supplies on board ASAP. The Captain wants an inspection, and once that starts you won’t be able to take any more cargo on board. Bribe a Ferengi if you have to. Or just play with his mothers ears. The Boss is angry, she’s irritable and I think she’s on her period. From what I get, she was supposed to be off duty for the next three months and someone fucked her paperwork, now it’s our asses on the line. I’ll authorize 30 Liters of the stuff you have hidden away if we’re fully loaded AND secured by the time she says Boo.”

“40 and the good stuff?” The Quarter master countered.

“30, a bottle of hundred-year Romulan for yourself, and I’ll bring a bottle of authentic Chateau Cru Bourgeois Bordeaux for your Warrant Officers. I have two bottles left, and I’ll spend one to get this done. Admiralty fucks the warp coil and we pay the piper.”

“Sir, if we need this that bad, keep the Chateau.. and you owe me one.”

“Thank you, Frank. I do appreciate this.”

As the Quartermaster walked out The XO sighed. Thank god, those bottles had cost a fucking fortune. And you could only get them on earth they couldn’t go through a transporter, and they were special to him.

Standing up he ran his hands along the polished wood surface and chuckled to himself, six months ago he’d used a fingernail to carve groove into the top of the desk, and every time Dark Fire generated the desk it always had the damage.​

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate: 29870516.1008

Aegeri:​

“Of course, Captain, he is in rest period now, his duty shift was due to start 29870518.0500. I gave him a day for qualification testing. There was an error transmitting his records and some things aren’t available.”

“I’ll have him come report to you immediately,” Closing the channel he contacted the 'dinosaur'.

“Lieutenant, you're to report to the Captain immediately for assignment. That is all.”

Closing the channel, he listened as Dark Fire relayed orders about a surprise inspection and Battle Station Drills. Damn new Captains! They Had to be just out of Officer Training Academy!! Did the required training on another ship and now had to show their authority.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Lt Zosh Sol

Zosh smiled to himself as Aegeri told him to report to the new captain. That asshole must have seen the ice that had formed on the bulkheads of his quarters! His breath was visible as he said “Aye, Aye” to acknowledge the orders. He had not gotten satisfaction at 50 degrees, so he turned his room temperature down to -10 degrees. His stateroom was like the surface of an ice planet!

Satisfied he had demonstrated his free will to Aegeri, he reset the climate controls back to 70 degrees.

“Fucking mammals, they just don’t know their place in the universe” he grumbled. In history class, on the Dyson sphere, he learned that the warm bloods on the sphere use to appreciate his species. The Croco were thought of as majestic! They had ruled all the decks of the sphere! They were revered for their wisdom and dreaded for their strength.

Of course, that was back when the whole world was just the sphere. Before the wars between the races on the sphere. The Croco were the apex predator. They had won the wars and returned peace to the sphere. They made sure the surviving mammals knew never to attack the Croco again. This system worked for many generations. Croco were the “police” of the sphere, the “judges” and the “Gods” of the sphere. This bred arrogance in the Croco! Arrogance was in his genes.

A few things changed that attitude. The Croco scientists discovered the builders of the sphere had adjusted the genes of the Croco to make them powerful. The Croco were not gods, the builders of the sphere were. Then the federation showed up. The federation had lots of mammals in it. Mammals were powerful on many planets! Maybe not as powerful as a Croco individually, but there was some many of them. They also had great technology. All that old teaching went out the airlock. Mammals were given full rights just like the Croco.

What a mess. The mammals made a mess of the sphere. Stupid warm bloods. Zosh needed to get off the sphere. Joining the fleet seemed like a great idea. In the fleet a powerful creature would become the leader. He just needed to show these soft mammals what toughness was all about. Not only toughness physically, but mentally too. He would not allow some weakling to tell him what to do. He would do what needed to be done. Was that arrogance? He did not think so. That was confidence.

Zosh moved slowly as he entered the passageway. The cold in his stateroom had slowed him down.

“Are you ok? Can I help you?” One female mammal asked him.

“I’m FINE” Zosh said in slow motion. But he knew he was moving about the speed of a turtle. He headed back into his room. Once inside he carefully made it to the shower. He turned the water on hot. Then he stood under the water for a few minutes. Warmed up, he put on new cloth and headed up to see the captain.

Ensign Cook

Ensign Riley Cook entered Capt Hora’s office, impressing the Captain immediately. She was a young and attractive woman, with long blond hair. Hora’s eyes narrowed as she had not expected the young girl to be sooo attractive!

As trained in the academy, Ensign Cook stood at attention and saluted “Reporting as ordered, Captain” she said. She was surprised that the captain was an Orion! She had not known any high-ranking Orions in the fleet. But she was careful to hide any surprise from her face. The other thing that was hard not to do was stare. Captain Hora was very beautiful!

“Welcome Aboard, Ensign Cook” Hora replied as she returned the salute.

“I’m glad to be aboard, Captain” Riley answered back.

“I saw in your record you serviced at Epsilon IX station. How did you like that duty?” Hora asked the young officer.

“Kind of boring. It is an observation station after all. But I understood the importance of the work.” Ens Cook answered professionally.

Captain Hora laughed “Truer words have not been spoken. On the Dark Fire, boredom will not be a problem. 3 year mission to explore! I’m sure the ship will be involved a series of exciting events.” Hora explained. “You might just wish to be back at Epsilon IX soon.” Hora said laughing. “Please stand at ease.” Captain Hora ordered.

Riley relaxed some, but not much.

Hora handed her a small data disk. “This is the data on the accident that killed Captain Marcus. The deck and conduit coordinates are in the file. I want you to survey the entire area using material spectrum analyzer and a temporal sensor. Check for anything out of the ordinary both in matter and time. Report your findings only to me. This is sensitive, as you are double check the accident investigation done early. So make your survey process un-noticeable”

“I don’t understand?” Cook said

“I’m new aboard, and something does not smell right. It is just a gut feeling. I need you to double check. If I tell security their feelings are going to get hurt. Plus, if there was a cover up, they might try to stop you.” Hora explained.

“Aye, aye, captain” Cook said nodding in understanding.

“I’d also want you to bring me the following items. No rush, just when you get a chance.” Hora handed her another data disk.

“Are you planning on standing Bridge watches?” Hora asked

“Not yet, I kind of assumed my duties in the science section will be too great.” Cook replied.

“Think about it. I'd like to see you on the helm” Hora suggested. “I think that is all I need. Please tell no one about these assignments. If you need anything, please feel free to stop by my office or quarters anytime” Hora said with a lusty smile.

“Aye, Aye” Riley answered. The lusty smile creeped her out some. But she tried not to show it. She saluted departed the Captain office.

Captain Hora

“Dark Fire”

Holo emitters shimmered for a fraction of a second then the old earth biker with a flaming skull appeared. “Greetings Captain”

“Tell me everything you know about Lt Commander Reeves”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Tilting its head to the side for a moment the AI considered asking why the Captain was asking, when she could simply access his file from any terminal but answered without asking.

Jordan Reeves: Lt. Commander - Executive Officer
• Species: Human
• Age: 36
• Gender: Male
• AgeHeight: 6’1”/ 185cm
• Weight: 203# / 92kg
• Build: Average Muscular
• Hair: Dark Brown, short
• Eyes: Pale Blue
• Tattoo's: None

Languages:

• Federation Standard (Birth)
• Vulcan (Fluent)
• Klingon (Learning)

Personality:

• Tough as Nails. Aloof and standoffish. Doesn’t like not knowing. Doesn’t make friends easily. Avoids parties.

Education:

• Born and Raised on Earth. Rochester Minnesota region. Moved a few times turning school age due to father being unemployed.
• Graduated from Rochester, Minnesota Corsair High School

Romance and Sex:

• Heterosexual

Military History:

• ROTC From the age of fourteen until graduation.
• Entered Starfleet Command Officer Program upon graduation from High School

Awarded:

Reserve Good Conduct Medal​

Starfleet Expeditionary Medal x3​

Marine Corps Expeditionary Medal x 4​

War on Terrorism Service Medal​

Navy Distinguished Service Medal x 3​

Combat Action Ribbon x6​

Navy Rifle Marksmanship Medal w/ expert device​

Navy Pistol Marksmanship Medal w/ expert device​

Purple Heart Medal x4​

Assignments:

XN-4623786 - USS Dark Fire – Midnight Class (Dreadnought)

• Lieutenant Commander / Executive Officer

NX-59650 - U.S.S. Prometheus - Prometheus-class (Destroyer)

• Promoted Lieutenant Commander
• elmsman, Navigation, Comm Station

NCC-62341 - U.S.S. Norway - Norway-class (Scientific / Diplomatic)

• Lieutenant / Tactical Station

NCC-9134 - U.S.S. Justice - Lancelot-class (Cruiser)

• Promoted to Lieutenant
• Pilot – Capitol Class

NCC-9701 - U.S.S. Aries - Hornet-class (Carrier) (Ensign - Pilot)

• Promoted to Lieutenant JG
• Pilot - Fighter, Cargo, Shuttle, Combat Shuttle

NCC-63293 - U.S.S. Rabin - Akira-class (Escort) (Ensign)

• Ensign

Engagements:

• Fourth Kitomar Conflict
• Operation Urgent Fury
• USS Achilles hijacking
• Operation Earnest Will
• Operation Prime Chance
• Operation Snowcap
• Operation Just Cause
• Operation Nifty Package
• Operation Desert Star (Rescue of Vulcan Hostages)
• Operation Hope Restoration
• Operation Gothic Serpent
• Battle of Mogadishu
• Operation Enduring Freedom
• Remus Conflict
• Operation Dark Sky
• Operation Midnight Run
• Operation Orion Spear
• USS Maersk Alabama hijacking
• Red Star crisis
• Operation Guardian

"Or did you desire that in monologue format? For expedience I gave the biographical format." Dark Fire said. "Was there any specific information you were inquiring about or is that sufficient?"

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

“Dark Fire, just a few more questions. Why hasn’t Lt Commander Reeves been promoted to commander? And is he dating anyone? What kind of females does he like or previously date? And finally what is the assigned uniform for the Vulcan lunch?”

There was a buzz at her door followed by “request permission to enter”

“Please provide written answers to my data tablet. You are dismissed, Dark Fire” Hora ordered as she walked to her door.

“Enter” She ordered.

Lt Zosh Sol walked into her office.

“Lt Sol good to see you again. Are you getting settled in?” Hora asked in a pleasant voice.

“Everything is acceptable” Zosh replied with no emotions.

“Great.” Hora acknowledged “The reason I called you here, is I’m worried about the safety of our Vulcan guests. I will be asking them to accept you as added security. I’ll see what they are willing to accept. But for now, come up with a few options to add to their security. This duty is between you, me and the XO. Don’t tell anyone else.”

“The security chief may react badly to being cut out of this assignment” Lt Sol pointed out.

“I’ll clear it with him.” Hora assured the Croco-lamia

“Aye, Aye captain” Lt Sol acknowledged

“You are dismissed” Captain Hora said.

Lt Sol walked out of the captain’s office. “Fucking mammals” He grumbled. He could have ripped the spine out of the captain in 3 seconds. Such a weak creature. How did these creatures ever explore so much of the alpha quadrant?