"Mudd In Your Eyes"

By Lieutenant Commander James Lionel Corgan
Chief of Security, USS Galaxy

And

Harry Mudd

And not only that...

But a few of his Fembot entourage

Location: Somewhere in the saucer section

Cleanup on the Galaxy was currently underway. Engineers, busy as ever, were scrambling in the Galaxy's narrow corridors, fixing the thousands of burnt out, overloaded consoles that always seem to blow whenever a phaser brushes a kilometer too close to the Galaxy's sheilds. Already, carpeting filled with the ashes if disintegrated Orion theft drones and, coincidencially, Orions, was being sucked up by careless Federation vacuum bots. Equipment was being ferried through, as security and marines checked door to door for stragglers.

One particular officer was not checking doors, or apprehending annoying Orion looters. He was on the warpath, and flanked with two scared, cautious ensigns armed with rifles.

~"F**k me up, f**k me over, f**k me sideways...who the f**k let that flaming f**king retard onboard?"~ James Corgan fumed as he hurled aside a piece of shredded paneling that was sadly in his way, ~"This was Brhode's doing, wasn't it? That stupid f**king idiot! Why doesn't hand over this stupid lemon of a ship to Kahn Singh while he's at it?!?"~

Sad, but Harry Mudd, as crafty as he was, could not be prepared for a James Corgan in a sour mood (he had yet to hit a terrible mood, though he was pecariously close).

A mere stone's throw away was the old crook himself, taking the liberty of granting himself a tour of the Galaxy, and also helping himself to a few workman's tools he was sure could fetch a nice price. With him walked two of his breathtaking android companions, one at either side.

"My, my, this is quite the ship isn't it?" Harry Mudd asked offhandedly to his robotic love toys, whilest simultaniously lifting a tricorder off a nearby work table.

"That Captain Bhrode fellow has quite a vessle for himself. And these!" Mudd exclaimed, examining a nearby PADD. "Where does he get these wonderful toys?"

Tucking the PADD away in his pocket, Mudd and his robots strode forward around a corner.

Just like destiny in most cases, one fat, elderly con artist and a rather young, angry security officer collided rather hard into each other.

James felt an elbow hit his jaw as he rounded the corner, knocking his equilibrium for a loop. Harry Mudd felt the uncomfortable sensation of a accidental fist into his ample gut. Both men keeled over, and looked at each other suspiciously as they collected themselves.

"Hey! Watch where you're going for Christ sakes!" James snapped.

"There's no need to be rude! And I believe it is YOU who is at fault here!" retorted Mudd.

James blinked. No, he had to blink twice. It was almost too good to be true, though his mood was closer to angry than before. But then the peacefulness came in. It wasn't because the old man came in bearing beautiful women (though James didn't mind, as would any other heterosexual male).

It was because he was the old man James was looking for.

Bearing crocodile teeth, James grinned, "Well.... just the Gent I was looking for. Boys, cuff the son of a b*tch and throw him in our most cramped cell with all those Orion male doms, post haste."

"Aye sir." One of the ensigns held out handcuffs, while the other aimed his rifle, "Come with us please, sir."

"Now just a moment!" Mudd squealed. "I'll have you know that I have been officially granted assylum on board this ship by your Captain. You've no right to do anything to me!"

"Excuse me!?!" James snapped, exasperated, "Why the f**k would Brhode give you asylum? You, the most famous con-man in the galaxy. You, the person who literally brought death to our doorstep. You, who's sole purpose in life is to uberf**k people out of their money. I'm supposed to believe the person who's very f**king existence resulted in two dead and fifteen injured security officers on this ship?"

"Me?? Responsible for death?? How dare you make such an accusation. It's those back-stabbing Orions who are to blame there! And for you information, yes, your captain HAS granted me assylum aboard this ship." Mudd defended himself.

"Oh for Christ sakes... boys, put away the cuffs." James motioned to his two security officers, who put away the restraining devices and lowered their weapons, "They'll give anyone asylum these days. Just as well. Brhode wants to talk to you, and trust me, he's the impatient type."

Mudd, not wanting to get in any MORE trouble, and noticing he was far outnumbered, gave a heavy sigh. "Very well then. Lead the way."

The chief of security pointed to his subordinates to flank Mudd and his female entourage. James wasn't going to trust history's most famous swindler just yet. His antics were famous throughout the alpha quadrant.

And from the bulge in Harry Mudd's clothes, James could tell that he just couldn't quit. James swiped the items from Harry Mudd's pockets, and when he thought he collected them all, he found another and another.

"Geez, what the hell is wrong with you?" James presented a Tricorder, a PADD, a dermal regenerator and a coil spanner in front of Mudd's face, "What's next? You're going to jack a phaser too? I have a suggestion that might save your life. Don't steal from this ship. If I don't rip you a new one, Brhode most definately will. GOT IT?!?"

Mudd was beyond terrified. "Ah...yes...yes of course." he managed to squeak.

"Glad we could come to an agreement." James grumbled, checking to see if his phaser was still at his hip. "Come on, you have a meeting with the Captain."

The gears in Mudd's head were turning a mile a minute; trying to find some way out of his current situation. Unfortunately, he wasn't as young as he used to be, and any hope of escape quickly left his mind.

Now that James was escorting the famous con-man, and not worrying how many strips of latinum were left in his pockets, he could assess his situation without worry.

What struck James as very bizarre was that Harry Mudd didn't look that old. Though he was gray haired, he was still very portly, and moved with a vitality and good humor of a person half his age. He also stole and lied like an immature child, but that was beside the point. Harry was supposed to be old? What was with that?

Then there was his feminine robots, the famous little gadget girls he normally associated himself with. He didn't know what to make of them yet. One woman was somewhat short, estimating 5 foot 3, and very light and thin. She had curled red hair that went down to her shoulderblades, tickling her creamy shoulders. Her body suit was tight, and it drew cute, teasing figure. Her facial expressions were as cool as ice, though her dark brown eyes hid intelligence beyond her given technological sentience. James noticed the freckles, a light dusting that almost looked faded away, and he couldn't help but note how it enhanced her 'cute' image.

~"No... that was airbrushed on. She's a freakin' android, for crying out loud."~ James thought to himself.

The other android was taller, and had a more full figure. She was almost 5 foot 9, and she carried herself like a runway model. Her hair was also curled, but flax blonde and shorter than the redhead's mop. She wore a similar body suit that hugged her like a python, but the difference was she wore it in blue, and not red like the other android.

Then it occured to James. "You know, your android friends kinda look like a couple of friends of mine."

Mudd's face lit up.

"Remarkable aren't they? You know, originally they all looked the same. Paterned after my dear ex-wife. But years alone with them; studying the technollogy, alowed me to make changes in each one, giving them unique features. I'm quite proud of my work. Their A.I. is equally great. They are capable of having their own thoughts, to a certain extent of course, and can experience a few basic emotions."

"Hmmm..." James activated the turbolift doors, and invited Mudd to walk ahead, "Interesting. What level of sentience do they have? You know, The Federation now has equal rights for sentient machines ever since Data presented his case about... a decade ago. Would they qualify as a level 7 sentient being?"

Mudd suddenly got a strange look on his face. "Umm...well, I wouldn't think so. They don't have complete control of themselves at all times. And aparently they were origianlly programed to have a kind of infatuation with me."

"Ahhhhh... sex slaves." James lit up with realization, "So, do they have escort licenses? Are they free to leave at any time? Are they specifically programmed to do what you say? If that's the case, you realize the Federation has strict laws about the control and use of even semi-sentient, artificial beings. The fact of the matter is, Mr. Mudd, is that from your description they are capable of sentience, yet... you were trying to sell them to the Orions? You do realize..." James inched closer to Mudd, "That if I investigate, you have a good chance of being charged with slave trading. Even semi-sentient machines are protected under Federation law."

~"Lets see what Mr. Mudd thinks of that..."~ James snickered inwardly. He loved to watch petty criminals squirm.

Mudd didn't even flinch. "Oh I think you'd have a hard time proving sentience. I didn't even create them; you might say they were created FOR me though. I've lived with them on a planet for years. No one else around."

Looking back at the android females, he couldn't help but notice their fine... craftsmanship. Wonderful physique. And the way those two toyed with James using their optical sensors...

"Tin pets, nothing more." James gave the two sexy robots another look over, finding he could barely help himself, "I admit, you ladies look great, if I may say so."

"You may." The redhead said.

"Thank you." The blonde one curtly nodded.

But James added as the turbolift stopped and opened, "However, Mr. Mudd, I bet you there's no way they can beat a real flesh and blood woman."

"I'll take that bet!" Mudd exclaimed. "These lovely ladies can be MUCH better than normal women. They're programed in the sexual rituals of 150 species, they never get tired, and they can do things a normal woman could never dream of. They also happen to be excellent companions. Never question you without damn good reason and make delightful conversation."

"Hmmmm... that so?" Corgan nodded as he led the criminal and his two sexually tempting love dolls out of the turbolift, "But what about conversations? Likes? Dislikes? What if they don't want to be love slaves?"

"We are what we are." The redhead chipped in.

"And that is what we want to be." The blonde spoke, sultrily.

"You see? It's just the way of things." Mudd pointed out.

James grunted in frustration, pointing to the door as they arrived, "Sir, this way. Boys, watch him. If he steals anything... you know what to do."

Hurriedly, the ensigns and Mr. Mudd trundled off, leaving James with two androids. He gave them both a look over. He promised it would be his last.

"Ummm... ladies?" James gulped. Something told him he was going to see more of them. "Names...?"

The blonde said, "My name is Lily."

The redhead said afterwards, "My name is Renee."

James groaned at the sudden coincidence, ~"Oh great. Now I have to be dreaming..."

“Tempt Me, Tempt Me!”

By Lieutenant Commander James Lionel Corgan
Chief of Security, USS Galaxy

Guest Starring: Renee and Lily, artificial constructs and hot babes extraordinaire.

Location: Turbolift

Soundtrack: “Seven Nation Army” By The White Stripes (some quirky background music) “The Rockefeller Skank” By Fatboy Slim (wild and crazy ‘getting it on’ music)

Glance. Look away.

And still they were there. James Corgan thought he must have traveled the entire ship by now, checking for damages, checking on his security crew, just checking to see if the civilians on the ship were all right. Assessing damages, filing reports on thefts, returning items that belonged to the ship’s occupants (and were for a brief time in the hands of Orion looters).

And still they were there. Two hawklike shadows trying to loom over Corgan’s shoulders. Two distractingly beautiful, lost, incredibly sculpted lost sex kittens waiting for James to give them homes.

Glance. Look away.

And still they were there.

~”Crap! What am I going to do with them?!?”~ James grumbled to himself. He wasn’t sure what to do with Harry Mudd’s artificial pleasure creations. Hundreds of similar androids were milling about the ship. He already passed by a group of five female androids when he was checking out the thefts at the astrometrics labs. All of the artificial sex toys cooed at him, giving inviting glances, sure smirks, and winks to die for. Like a locust swarm of glamorous models, they flew by and consumed the male population of the ship.

As a matter of fact, almost every man on the ship was being escorted (though under the pretense that the men were doing the escorting instead) by at least one or two androids. Most were single males, young, first tour of duty, and always ready and willing to raise their flagpoles for the Federation. But when James went to the promenade, he saw something a bit different.

Married men were being flanked by androids. Chatting, flirting, even kissing and touching each other. What was worse, James knew some of their wives, or knew the husbands had wives whom would be more than displeased about their sudden infidelity. Though it has yet to happen, James could automatically predict that domestic violence caused by adultery was going to skyrocket in the next few days.

And then he had his duo of mechanical madams at his disposal. Literally.

“Do you want us to get you anything, Commander?” Asked Lily, the blonde, assertive android whom looked surprisingly similar to her real life counterpart, Rose. Even the name was similar. It was creepy.

“We want to do something for you, Commander.” Renee, the redheaded, shorter, but cute as a doll android beamed, “Please…” Her hand massaged James shoulders, “We want to do something in appreciation…”

Lily added, “…for helping Mr. Mudd.”

Their soft, supple hands erased the knots in James muscles, relaxing his shoulders as he gave a sigh of relief. These girls, as artificial as they were, could give one heck of a massage! In fact, their ‘perfection’ was almost too much, as James tried to fight what he was feeling. Mudd pointed out how perfect the androids were. Great conversation, no arguing back, more sexual techniques than an experienced bordello madam, curves that could out swerve a Porsche land glider, and a cloying personality that felt as bubbly as a good champagne. At a risk of being a chauvinist in his own mind, Corgan admitted that Lily and Renee were as perfect as a woman could become.

Corgan’s muscles relaxed some more. The women’s massage technique was amazing! It was better Arcalian Soma! Their probing hands were running lower, destroying muscle cramps in his shoulderblades and his lower back.

“Your back is terribly stressed. I can help with that.” Lily invited.

Renee piped, “Me too! A man shouldn’t go without a few… important things in life.”

“Such as?” James asked.

Renee gave another one of her world famous smiles while kneading his tired muscles, and said, “Ohhh… like… companionship.”

“A good meal on time, every time.” Lily added.

“A relaxing evening with a wonderful woman…”

”…Without any arguments or nagging…”

“…Or even any worries…”

“…Just nothing but bliss…”

”…And a wild time alone…”

James eyes and ears perked up like prey alerted by the presence of a predator. ~”Damn… they are too good to be true.”~

The turbolift opened. James decided to exit out, maybe abandoning the girls to their own devices. It wasn’t that James was tempted, it was quite the opposite. These were two androids, ready and willing, to do whatever it took to keep him happy. They were both attractive, and knew more about sexual satisfaction than what he could learn in a lifetime under the tutelage of Risean pleasure monks. They were both modeled after more beautiful versions of two women that he already had a crush on, and wouldn’t mind getting more serious with in the future. Both androids even had similar names.

But that was the problem. What would Rebecca and Rose think once they found out James was doing the horizontal hustle with two anatomically correct action figurettes?

~”F**k… what a quandary.” James groaned. Glancing back, he noticed that the two female androids were still behind him, watching his every move.”

“What?” James asked, annoyed, “What do you want?”

Lily and Renee glanced back at each other, like they were speaking without words. Then they both looked at James, locked onto him like phaser firing solutions, and both very serious.

“We have no place to go.” Lily spoke, concerned.

“All the guest quarters have been taken, remember?” Renee added.

James recalled that Renee’s observations were true. The androids couldn’t be stuffed in containers anymore, now that they were ‘alive’ and technically protected under the Federation Charter of Rights and Freedoms. The refugee problem was in fact being taken care of by itself, as the female androids somehow found a way to get lodging for the night. Those without lodging were in guest quarters, and Ops had the guest quarters booked solid.

That left Renee and Lily without a place to rest for the night. But then, James had a realization.

“Wait a second! You two are androids. You don’t need to sleep, right?” James asked suspiciously.

Renee walked up to James, her hips swiveling, her bosom swaying. She answered, “We still need to recharge our batteries. That takes a few hours, and we are running…” Her hand reached out, and slid up and down James cheek, “… out of power.”

Lily came next, stepping beside Corgan, and whispering in his ear, “We need to rest in about four hours, and we have no place to go. Please… help a lady in trouble?”

Renee’s finger traced a path to James chest, “Please?”

The two fembots drew closer, constricting James like an aroused python trying to swallow its prey close. James could feel Renee pressing herself against him. Uncomfortably, he tried to back away, feeling that there was too much happening too quick. The chief of security was out of practice and very afraid of what was going on. Sweat dropped down his forehead and his throat, and still Renee pressed on, loving the sensations artificially created in her system. But as James tried to back away, Lily was behind him, her hand slithering around his neck, her chin resting playfully on his shoulders.

Renee was within an inch of James, his weathered nose to her perky, freckle dusted nose. Lily was playing with his ear, gently tugging, letting go, and tugging again. Both androids had their arms around him.

~”Oh god… what do I do?”~ James felt frightened, ~”I want to… I so desperately want to. God… I want to f**k them so badly right now. I am so goddamn ready to go. Give me a private spot and a half hour, I’m going to bang them like gavels.”~

“You still haven’t answered…” Renee tightened her grip, her body closer, as warmth spread through James and a dizziness rushed to his head.

“Can we stay with you.” Lily whispered in his ear. As she whispered, one of her hands was going up and down Renee’s shoulders. And best yet, she didn’t mind.

~”No!”~ James thought as he hit the brakes, ~”I can’t! What will Rebecca think? What will Rose think? I’m about to have sex with two androids that look like hotter, sexier, and more willing versions of themselves! What kind of sick, degenerate pervert am I if I go through this?!?!”~

“James, don’t be afraid of us.” Renee begged, “We just want to have a little harmless fun.”

“Come on…” Lily brushed Renee’s cheek, “Just a little?”

“YES!” James screamed, “Lets go girls. We’re going to do it right in that turbolift over there. And when we’re done, we’re going to my quarters and we are going to do it some more. And I don’t know when I’m going to stop, because I’m so goddamn horny right now. Call me sexist. Call me a pig. Call me a pervert. F**k being nice or being a gentleman. I don’t give a f**k right now. All I know is that I have two extremely nubile women trying to turn me into a sex sandwich, and I’m ready to be the meat. Now do you want to go into the turbolift and have the nastiest sex of our lives, or do you want me to p*ssy out and get none?”

Renee and Lily didn’t have to think twice… or even speak.

Lily pulled up beside Renee. Then in synchronized order, both women took a shoulder and threw James into the nearest turbolift.

“Hey ladies, I didn’t mean to… wffff!” James hit the inside of the turbolift hard. Damn where they strong! “Hey, I’m ready but I didn’t realize you both were… what the!?!?!”

Renee and Lily pressed the hapless security chief to the wall, and both competed to kiss him roughly. Like a buffet, James couldn’t decide whom to pick, and switched between kissing them both. Discretely, while the Lily took her turn turning herself and James into a flailing pile of searching hands, crashing bodies and waving limbs, Renee discretely closed the turbolift….

************ Twenty Minutes Later, outside James Quarters. ************

The turbolift opened again, spilling out three exhausted humanoids.

One was James Corgan, quite possibly the luckiest man alive. His shirt was ripped at the zipper, as one of the androids was too impatient to unzip the thing off. Therefore, his uniform hung sadly over his body, as James adjusted his hastily assembled pants. The two androids, with only their one piece, skintight bodysuits to keep them from total nudity, were hanging off them like drapes, half zipped at the front and showing off an incredible amount of sweaty, glistening cleavage.

“Were… here…” James gasped for air as he staggered to his quarters. The doors automatically opened. His body was wracked with pleasure and pain after the two fembots took him for a wild ride.

Renee and Lily were once again in front of him, each with a hand on his shoulder.

“What’s going on?” James asked, worried.

Lily replied, “You didn’t remember?”

Renee added as a reminder, “You promised us more.”

James eyes widened in fear, “Ohhhhhhhhh nooooo…. I want to, but Rose and Rebecca going to…. what the….!?!?! OOOOffffffffff!!!!!!!!”

Renee and Lily shoved James into his own quarters, and hurried in to follow suit. As Renee leaped atop the now willing security chief, rolling around and trading kisses like overactive high school students, Lily closed the door discretely.

NRPG: Ok, cue in the crazy music here! *LOL*

“Hey wait! Girls, watch that…..” James begged pleadingly.

*Crash… tinkle*

“Oh crap! I…. Whoa? Where did you learn that?”

“Enjoy the ride.”

*Whump* *Thu-thump.”

“Oh yeah… oh yeah… this is good.”

“Renee… the astroglide.”

”Got it Lily.”

*Thump* *Crunch* *Whumpa Whumpa*

*Slap!*

“Sh*t… I didn’t know you were into that…”

“*Gasp* We know many things from many cultures.”

“Allow me to demonstrate… if you can find me a paddle. Or maybe a riding crop?”

*Panting* “In my closet, left drawer, three shelves down. Riding crop's in my desk... whoa! Not too soon... let's savor this a bit...”

"Home, Sweet Home."

By Ensign Eshe - Engineering

<this is set just before this current mission and after "Tournament of mixed Emotion">

Boxes lined the hall of Dhanishtas home of nine years. When Dhani and her sister Chandrakala both decided to join Starfleet their parents moved with them to earth. They had found a beautiful big country house, surrounded by exquisite country side. Dhani loved that house and hated the thought of moving, again. At least this time she wasn't leaving the planet.

Her parents had decided to take their scientific exploration into space, they had finally got their own Starship and were in the process of moving their belongings onto their new home, and Dhanishta was in the process of finding a new home. She had looked at a few apartments during the pervious week, before the Bat'leth tournament, yet none of them appealed to her. There was nothing wrong with the apartments they were all sutible it was just that they were all on Earth, or rather that they were all on a planet. Her parents and even her sister had managed to make it to the stars, the one place she longed to be so much so that for years she would sleep outside staring up at them and imagining that she was surrounded by them, floating amongst them. She sighed and dodged the boxes in the hall. Dhani dumped her bags into her room, the only room in the house that wasn't piled with boxes, the only room in the house that hadn't been packed yet!

The previous week had taken a lot out of Dhani, the tournament had been a failure and that man, Suder, she couldn't stop thinking about him. It wasn't anything romantic that she thought about, she really had no feelings at all towards him, it was just the feelings, his feelings, that she had been exposed to. All that love and hate and regret, she herself had never had feelings of that intensity. She tried to forget about him and his feelings but her mind kept going over and over them. She went out for a run, if she couldn't tire her mind out she could at least tire her body out enough to fall asleep.

Later that day, after a five mile run, she took to her punch bag; she would have done some gymnastics down the hall, which was long enough to do so, but the boxes prohibited her from doing that. After a few hours of meditation and yet more jabs to the punch bag she finally tired herself out.

* The next morning *

Dhanishta woke early; it was her first day back after her unfulfilling break, and she wanted to get there early and back into the swing of things. She pottered into the bathroom and started to brush her teeth. She could hear noises in the rest of the house; guess my parents are home she thought. She continued to get washed up and ready for work, her uniform freshly pressed. Fully dressed she entered the kitchen; there was a data pad on the table. She picked it up. It was addressed to her, from the Symbiosis commission.

As she read through the data pad she covered her mouth with her hand, silent tears of disbelief began to role down her face. After her first mind meld with Sark, her mentor, teacher and confidant, and all through her child hood she dreamed of being joined. If the feeling of being joined was only half of what she felt when she melded with Sark then it would be worth it. She would give up the stars for a symboint.

Dhani dropped the pad onto the table and buried her face in her hands crying uncontrollably. Her father, who had been listening through the door, came in and held her tightly. He glanced down at the data pad and skimmed through its contents looking for the reason that she had been rejected. "Dhanishta!" he exclaimed holding her by the shoulders and pushing her away from him so that he could look into her eyes, "You've been accepted!" She nodded. "Well that's great." "I know." She stammered through tears. He didn't have to ask why she was crying, he knew how much this meant to her and held her tighter, beaming with pride.

She wasn't prone to crying, in fact that was probably the first time in her life that she cried, she felt a little strange, Dhani took her training on Vulcan very seriously and tried not to show emotion. She walked out into the garden feeling the warmth of the sun on her face. She would love nothing more than a spring shower right now to refresh her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Turning her face to the sun, she felt a few drops of water on her face; she looked up, feeling more drops of water she turned back to look at the house. Chandrakala stood by the back door with a cheeky grin on her face. She ran over to her sister and gave her a hug, "Congratulations." she said. "Thank you." replied Dhani. They stood out on the lawn, locked in embrace, for a few moments, eventually arm in arm they walked back up to the house.

Finally Dhanishta got underway to work, Starfleet engineering, she wasn't going to be as early as she had hoped but at least she would be on time.

As soon as she walked into the engineering department she was called into her commanding officers office. "Take a seat Ensign." he said in a sharp tone. Dhani sat, slightly confused, it was so unlike him to be formal, he liked to call everyone by their first names especially first thing in the morning, something must be going on. "Sir?" she questioned. "It seems like I can't let you go on leave with out you getting yourself into trouble!" "Sir?" she questioned again, even more confused. "Yes, I've been informed of your actions over this past week. And let me tell you that I am most displeased." Dhanishta sat in silence. Not knowing where this was going she stared at him. "Pack your bags girl, you no longer work for Starfleet engineering." "What?" she exclaimed. He handed her a data pad. "It appears that you have been transferred for you despicable behaviour." He continued. Dhani read over the data pad, indeed she had been transferred, to the USS Galaxy. A Starship. She looked at him in disbelief. "Congratulations," he said smiling "please do your best to screw up. I want you back here in a week!"

"In Hiding"

Lt. Cassius Henderson, Chief Tactical Officer
Lt. JG Ahdjiia D'Tinya, Security

Ahdjiia was never so happy to be off shift. Things were packed to the gills in the brig and she did rather pity her relief for how to make more room.

As she walked the corridors she could see more of those accursed fembots being..well, them.

Meanwhile, the ship's senior tactical officer was trying to avoid being caught by them. Ducking from corner to corner, wearing a cloth over his mouth and nose, navigating by his hands, Cassius Henderson swiftly slung himself around a corner, obviously not watching where he was going. He was swiftly bodychecked by a security officer, and they went down in a tangle of limbs.

Ahdjiia was taken by suprise by the desperately trying to be unseen officer, and she did go down fairly hard. "Something I should know about?", she asked as she hoped she didn't give him a bony elbow when they impacted.

"mmm mmmmmmmm mmm mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm," he said through the cloth, then pulled it down, after scanning the corridor for androids, "The fembots are emitting phermones."

"Are you okay?"

"I've been hit harder.", she said with a smile, "And I don't think that binding of yours is equal to a breathing mask."

He sighed, defeated, "True. I suppose I'm just being paranoid. I can't find a breather, so I decided this might work."

"How about we head somewhere away from them?", Ahdjiia suggested, "My quarters aren't that far away."

"That sounds fine," Cassius nodded, "I'm just getting tired of running around this god-forsaken ship."

"Follow me.", she said as she led the way.

It was a short walk away and while her quarters were for the most part 'Fleet standard, she did have some homey touches. Web patterned lace draped over each of the windows, and her shrine to Ananshwaa was quite prominant. As soon as she entered the room, a Talarian hook spider hurried over and started to climb up her leg.

Ahdjiia just smiled and began to pet it.

Cassius had to admit that he was a bit unnerved, "Hook Spider... Talarian? I only took one year of exobiology." He glanced around. Was she human?

"She's harmless.", Ahdjiia said with a smile as she cradled the huge arachnid like an infant, "So are the others."

As if on cue, several other large spiders made thier way over on the walls and floor to greet her. Terran tarantulas, Vulcan jumping sand spiders and more all seemed to have happiness glittering in thier multiple eyes as Ahdjiia greeted each with a smile and pet.

"Who are you?" he asked quietly, "You're not human." He liked to consider himself an accepting person, but he was becoming increasingly culture shocked.

"I'm a Chrysalian.", she said as she gently scooted the multilegged entourage to go about thier business, "My little ones are allowed in accord to the cultural allowance stature."

"Of course. By the same token, humans are allowed to keep cats and dogs, things like that. Like Tobias, my cat," Henderson said, "So how long ago did you come aboard?"

"At the last stop.", she said, "I'm in charge of the brig on Beta shift."

"Brig Specialist?" he said, "Security then. I'm Cassius Henderson, ship's Chief Tactical Officer."

"I saw your file when I read over the ship's compliment.", she said with a soft smile, "but then it's usually quiet on the Brig so I have plenty of time."

He nodded, "Yeah. I'm usually pretty busy lately, so I'm afraid I haven't read your file, much as I usually do read them. I'm sure you noted that I was with intelligence for a while."

"I did.", she said as she gestured for him to have a seat, "I never considered that line of work. I did take some marine and tactical training back at the Academy."

"Marine," he said softly, "So who are you? I mean, your name and all."

"Ahdjiia D'Tinya.", she said, "As far as I know, I'm the only Chrysalian in Starfleet."

"That's impressive," he said with a smile, carefully sitting down, "God knows I'm not unique. I come from a long line of Hendersons in starfleet."

"Ah, a 'Fleet family.", she said as she slipped off her uniform jacket, draping it over the back of her chair, "I came across a few of those when I was at the Academy."

"They're not all good," he said, noticing the strange bumps on her arms beneath her shirt. "But the Hendersons and the Livadhis are decent enough. Some others as well."

"The ones I met...name began with a 'D', struck me as a bit inbred for their own good.", she said, "Very singleminded, and arrogant."

"Davoust," Henderson chuckled, "The Bolian in them has helped a bit, but they're a stubborn lot." Fleet families, and starfleet brats in general could be problematic, as he knew from his own family, specifically his cousin.

"The ones who were quite rude to me ended up giving me a wide berth after I decided to take all my little ones for a walk.", she said with a smile, "Then I had an Alderbaran stilt spider with me. He was almost the size of a young sehlat."

He laughed aloud, "You seem to be a very formidable woman."

"Chrysalians are a mystery for most, so it never hurts to keep them guessing.", she said with a wide smile.

"So, care to reveal some more of that mystery? What makes a Chrysalian a Chrysalian?" he asked, relaxing into the chair. It was good to get away from the androids.

"Just balancing the old ways with the new, and ignoring all that goes on outside our planet.", she said as a tarantula fell from the ceiling and into her lap.

She began to pet it as it arched it's back for more.

"That just wasn't for me.", she said with a shrug.

"Why do your people ignore the outside?" he said, "Surely it must effect them, as all things influence each other?"

"We've had no wars, no conflict for ten generations. That breeds arrogance to those who haven't."

"So what changed your mind?" he said, "Obviously your society brings you up to ignore the outside world. But somehing was different for you, wasn't it?" He look up thoughtfully. He knew he was playing counselor, but it was yet another thing that intelligence had left him with, the unquenchable thirst for knowledge.

"I had questions that couldn't be answered.", she said as she pet the tarantula which now seemed as if it was falling asleep, "So, I stowed away on a ship and ended up at the Academy eventually. I've never regretted my choice. Everything's more alive here than back home."

"I can imagine. There's a certain excitement out here, among the stars," he said, "And there's also the feeling of responcibility. The ability to defend those who cannot defend themselves. Part of the difference between citizen and civilian."

"I've experienced more than the elders on my world.", she said with a sigh as she set the sleeping tarantula on the armrest of her chair, "Perhaps someday I might be able to return and show them that there's so much more out there than just the groves at home."

"A noble destiny," he said, "Though I can't envy you the task. It won't be easy to convince somebody that set in their ways that they need to change. Change is often resisted. I'm sure you know that."

"As long as I have my Faith, I know I will someday succeed.", she said with a smile, "As long as I can open another's mind to the idea, then I have done something."

"Indeed. Tell me about your faith? I'm a roman catholic, personally, but I'm not as religious as a lot of people," he said, continuing to be intrigued by the alien woman. He'd never met a Chrysalian.

Ahdjiia chuckled, "Perhaps I can get you something to drink as we will be talking for quite a while."

"Sorry. My inquisitive nature, comes from the intelligence past," he said, "Japanese Green Tea, blend 14."

She nodded, still smiling and brought him his tea, along with a tall fruit nectar blend for herself.

"Here.", she said as she handed him his drink, "Where shall I begin?"

"Religion, it's a fascinating subject," he said, sipping quietly at his tea. He crossed his legs and settled it in his lap to listen to her responce.

"Religion is a cornerstone in my people's culture.", she said as she sipped at her fruit nectar, "The closest I've seen to the Revered Ones are the Native American totem spirits on Terra."

"And I take it that your Revered One is something of a spider diety?" he said, trying not to sound ignorant during this cultural exchange.

"Ananshwaa, Mother Spider.", Ahdjiia said with a polite smile, "She weaves chaos into order, bears life and is not afraid to defend it when the need arises."

"Admirable traits. He nodded. So what other dieties exist?" he asked, intrigued, and too another long pull at his tea.

"There are one for each of the beasts of the fields, children of the sea, and those who dance on the winds.", she said, "Families tend to follow one primarily with some given lesser prominence, but there are those who are firmly devoted to but one."

"Like yourself," he observed.

"She is the one who spun the web that made my choices possible.", Ahdjiia said, "Even when the web led a path not too pleasant, I did learn from the experience."

"Ah, the web of life?" he asked, making an inference into her traditions.

"Exactly.", she said with a wide smile.

"Well, it's good to know that I can still make decent guesses," he said, "Sometimes I miss intelligence."

"What was it like?", she asked, "I have never met anyone from Intelligence."

"It was interesting. I got to meet important people, and work with them to gather information. It helped quench my thirst for knowledge," he said, "But that's all in the past, thankfully."

"I'm suprised you didn't look into the sciences with a hunger for knowledge."

"No, I was always more of a soldier. The sciences are interesting, but I have I mind that's well suited to strategy and politics," he replied, nodding to himself.

"I took the Tactical courses at the Academy to better understand strategy. Those served me well as time went on."

"How long ago was that? And how many postings have you had before this?" he asked.

"I graduated the Academy in '64.", she said then looked skyward as she rolled around the rest of the years, "My first posting was Starbase 11. I was there for about four years, then I was on Starbase 200 for about the same time. My first starship was the K'Hotan, was there for the same time, then I was on the Lexington for a year."

"And you're only a jig?" he asked, using the naval slang term for Lieutenant Junior Grade.

"I spent some time recovering from injuries during the War, and the Cardassian Occupation, that affected my advancement."

"Ah. Old injuries are a pain in the behind. I got hurt rather badly after a mission that went sour, back in intelligence," Cass replied.

"At least I did learn when to charge into things...and when not to.", Ahdjiia said with a smile.

"Yeah. And I learned that even after years of intelligence work, sometimes things still aren't as they seem," Henderson replied with a frown and a nod.

"That's a part of life.", she said, "Just look at these fembots. They're just machines and everyone's acting like they're not."

"Well, they're androids, which is a step above machine, but below total sentience," he replied, "The problem is that they're capable of semi-intelligent thought."

"I've seen bimbos in bars with more intelligence than these things.", she said with a sigh, "I still think we should've just beamed them out into space.".

"Law prohibits that sort of... dealing," he said, "I think they're going to have to be looked at by science and law specialists before anyone knows what to do. But they shouldn't have been given free reign over this ship."

"I agree.", she said, "I really hate to see how we're going to fit more in the brig at this rate short of putting them into transporter stasis."

good god... that would be an issue.

"I could deal with just getting rid of the fembots since the law around them's fuzzy compared to the regulations we're bending out of shape with packing the ones who've been fighting over them in the brig."

"I suppose," he said, "But heavens knows there's some lawyer out there who would have us by our necks for 'murder' if we did."

"Just one of those, you can't really win no matter what you do situations.", Ahdjiia said with a sigh, "At least we could site valid reasons for acting as we had. I've been looking up the conventions for imprisonment just to see how far we can keep taking them in short of confined to quarters with a lockdown."

"Confined to quarters sounds logical for the ones who've been fighting over the sex robots," he replied distastefully, "As for the orions and the robots, the brig."

"The problem is with how they've been acting, we'd have to have them locked in thier quarters since all it would take is a fembot mincing by and they'd break confinement.", she said, "And if we have an emergency, well, I don't want to think about that."

"Female guards?" he suggested, "And if we locked the lovely robots away, we wouldn't have to worry, I think."

"Then we'd have them coming by to see how we're treating the damn things.", Ahdjiia said with a sigh, "I didn't like those things when they came aboard, still don't and I would personally love to give Harry Mudd a good kick where it counts for bringing them onboard."

"Myself as well, though I'd like to know how he's still even alive," he suggested, carefully removing a spider from his shoulder and placing it gently on the ground.

Ahdjiia blinked. "He's the same one that Captain Kirk dealt with?", she said incredulously, "I thought it was one of his decendants."

"I'm not so sure, but I know who'll find out," he said, reminding himself of Leonor's coming arrival.

"Oh?"

"A friend of mine, from a previous posting... A former lover actually. She's on one of the diplomat's staff now."

"Ah, at least you know her qualifications."

"I do indeed. It'll be... nice to see Leonor again. Truthfully I've missed her, but the work took us apart, that's how fleet works sometimes," he said, "But if anyone can find it, she can."

"Everything Security has is at her disposal.", Ahdjiia said, "We're ready to have this over as soon as possible."

"I know, but I doubt she'll use it. She's more the behind the scenes type. I suspect that's part of what attracted her to me. My old intelligence stories," he said, "She enjoyed listening to them."

"I'd like to hear some of them someday myself."

"We'll have to set that up. They're an interesting lot, those that are declassified, anyway," he said, rolling his eyes at the last bit.

Ahdjiia chuckled. "And the still classifieds could always be something heard from a friend of a friend and more smoke and mirrors than actual events."

"True," he said, "It's no secret that I dislike Commodore Illyanovitch, so I doubt I could irritate him worse than I already have."

Ahdjiia nodded, taking a sip of her nectar, "What's the worst he could do? Send you to Utopia Planetia?"

"God, I'd resign. He has no hold over me here, thankfullly. I left intelligence a long time ago. I work for Irene deMercereau now."

"I've not met her.", she said, "But I've heard good things."

"She's a good woman," he replied.

Ahdjiia nodded, adding another favourable comment to the ones she'd heard about deMecereau. "If you want to keep away from the fembots, feel free to have dinner with me.", she offered, "It's usually just me and my little ones."

"Sure. Why not?" Henderson said, "What're we having?"

"How does a dinner bread sound?", she asked, "It is an assortment of meats and such baked into a bread."

"Sounds good to me," he replied.

"How about tonight, or do you have plans?"

"No, not really. Tonight works for me."

"Let me change into something a little more comfortable and I'll start cooking.", she said as she headed into her room.

He nodded and watched her go. ~I certainly hope this doesn't mean that she's attracted to me,~ he thought absently, ~I have enough problems, between Ella and Leonor.~

Ahdjiia came out in a sensible caftan and sandals. Her traditional webbing veil was raised so her face was bare. She didn't take long in the kitchenette, having did most of the preparations earlier.

While the breads baked, she set out some shallow dishes of pink crawlerlings, essentially pulsing bits of mindless flesh for her little ones to feed on out of sight.

The hook spider would still come to the table to beg. She always did that.

"What would you like to drink?", she asked Cass.

"More tea," he said, moving over to the table and having a seat. This aspect of the cultural exchange would prove interesting.

Ahdjiia replicated up a small pot of tea and brought it over to the table. Soon as the food was ready, she brought the basket with the fist sized buns over along with plates.

Each had an assortment of meat and vegetables with a sauce and was balanced between the sweet, the salt, the spicy and mild. Textures were balanced out as well. The soft was equal to the firm.

That was one thing Ahdjiia still was partial to from Chrysalia, balance in one's cooking so it was pleasing to the palate as well as the eye.

Cassius looked over his plate and tasted some of the foreign dish that was on his plate. It was an excellent bled, and reminded him of his friend's Bajoran cooking.

"How is it?", she asked as she nibbled at her own bun.

"Good," he replied, "Reminds me almost of my friend Adrian's cooking."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Kind of a hasperat type of thing. He's half-Bajoran."

"I've not met many Bajorans so far.", Ahdjiia commented.

"I've met quite a few. Adrian was involved with one for a while, way back when he and I roomed in at the academy. Then there's Celes, another friend, who just got pulled out of stasis." he said, "They're a noble race of brave people mostly."

"The few I've met were all quite nice. Very spiritual."

"I've considered reading up on their spirituality before," he said, "It's very interesting, having lived with a half-Bajoran before."

"I'm curious about these 'Pah Wraiths' I've heard mentioned.", she said as she finished a bun and started on another.

"The Pah Wraiths are a series of beings who the Bajorans respect in their religion as 'demon' figures," he said, "To the Bajoran religion, they're the natural balance of the Prophets."

"Fascinating.", Ahdjiia said, "We have no 'demon' figures on Chrysalia."

"A further indicator of a people who desire a placid existance," Cassius said, "To have no hostile diety or mytholigical figure."

"Nature herself can be hostile.", Ahdjiia said, "But she is kind as well. To have a solid manifestation of evil makes no sense to me."

"It's central in most cultures, specifically terran and bajoran. Evil is something to be fought, a moral wrong." Cass replied.

"Interesting perspective.", she said, "That would explain much."

"Glad to be of service," Cass smiled as he began to have another slice of the dinner bread.

The meal went by pleasantly with idle chit chat about things in general. The Talarian Hook Spider did his begging from both, even with Ahdjiia gently tapping his hooked forelegs off the table.

Cass had to laugh. Sometimes it was just too absurd. Half the time he was enjoying himself, or chuckling when a spider tried to beg for food. But the other half, he was wondering about the rest of his life. This was getting to be too much.

"I have yet to break him of the habit.", Ahdjiia said apologetically, "It is my fault he started. I would feed him from my plate when he was smaller."

"I used to do the same thing with the cat," Cassius replied, "He's lucky that he's not massively overweight."

"At least cats are different than spiders. I've had to do my share of picking up shed exoskeletons. Worst is walking on one in the middle of the night, barefoot."

"Ouch," Cassius laughed, finishing his dinner, "That sounds painful, especially from the Hook."

"They're really quite soft, but to step on something when you don't expect it is an eyeopener."

Cassius nodded. He would need to leave soon, he suspected, since his department was on alert. Absently, he glanced over at the chronometer.

"I'm sorry if I'm keeping you from an appointment.", Ahdjiia said, "I have been rather enjoying our talks."

Having been uncovered, Cassius wondered for a moment if she might be telepathic. "Ah. Well, actually, yes, I probably should get moving. I have to make it back to tactical before i turn in. It's been fun."

"I hope we are able to do so again.", she said with a soft smile.

"I'm amenable." he said, standing to go. Then he glanced around, "Have a breather?"

"No, I do not.", she said, "I could have my little ones spin up something that may help."

"No, that's all right. I should be able to make it to tactical without one," Henderson replied, the grinned, "Wish me luck."

"May Ananshwaa's webs hide you from the fembots.", she said with a soft smile.

"Thank you," he said, then made his exit.

"The few I've met were all quite nice. Very spiritual."

"I've considered reading up on their spirituality before," he said, "It's very interesting, having lived with a half-Bajoran before."

"I'm curious about these 'Pah Wraiths' I've heard mentioned.", she said as she finished a bun and started on another.

"The Pah Wraiths are a series of beings who the Bajorans respect in their religion as 'demon' figures," he said, "To the Bajoran religion, they're the natural balance of the Prophets."

"Fascinating.", Ahdjiia said, "We have no 'demon' figures on Chrysalia."

"A further indicator of a people who desire a placid existance," Cassius said, "To have no hostile diety or mytholigical figure."

"Nature herself can be hostile.", Ahdjiia said, "But she is kind as well. To have a solid manifestation of evil makes no sense to me."

"Pheromonic Overload"

Major Saladin Bolivar, NALDC Liaison & Chief Intelligence Officer
Lt. JG Ahdjiia D'Tinya, Security

*NOTE WARNING AND ALL THAT: Here there be sex, and not just an implication of sex but bumpin and grindin' y'all. Read at your own risk, kids stay outside and store this in a plain brown wrapper.*

Ahdjiia had just left her quarters, having been asked to come in to discuss some duty changes. With the fembots emitting the pheremones, female security was becoming in demand for actual patrols, while the men were being relocated in the offices for the time being.

Saladin was walking along, his genetically enhanced immune system rendered him immune from the pheremones, they were not natural. One of the less discussed things was their use of nanoprobes to enhance their resistances.

He continued to walk and saw one of the female crew, the only ones who wouldn't be affected by this malise. "Excuse me..."

"Yes, Major?", Ahdjiia said as she was addressed.

"It is nice to see another officer not affected by the androids."

Ahdjiia looked at him with a raised eyebrow. As far as she knew all males were affected. This one looked male...but he could be one of those having a gender reassignment for all she knew.

"It's nice to not see a gaggle of fembots not hanging over every crewman without a set of breasts.", she said.

He nodded, "They are becoming a serious threat to the ship. Perhaps we should discuss the problem."

"Easy, beam them all out into space near the gravity well of a sun.", Ahdjiia said.

He actualyl chuckled, "I guess you're one of the few people who is not concerned with the rights of the androids."

"They're just mobile sex toys.", she said, "Androids are something completely different."

"Which is what I tried to explain. Federation." He loaded the term with contempt. "If you would be interested I could show you what I found when I examined one..."

"One moment.", she said as she tapped her combadge. She called in to the security office saying she was on patrol. The slowly frying out duty officer cleared it.

"Let's go.", she said with a polite nod.

Walking alone they entered the confines of intelligance, the males of the departmetn were all gone.

"My department is severely depleted."

"Most are packed like sardines in the brig.", she said, "That fits most of the departments lately."

They walked in to the intel room where he had a large pile of mechanical parts, the Mudd fembot was dissassembled and the parts strewn in neat piles. "The intelligance of the machine is equivilant to a slow child."

"I still think that's stretching it.", Ahdjiia said as she carefully looked over the parts.

"I have the pheremones isolated, they are artificial and pervasive."

She 'hmmm'd' as she rolled the concept around in her head, "So if we come up with a counteragent and release it into the ventilators, that would do the trick."

"That would work, though, and I drained the machine's pheremones so we can use them as a base."

"You always need the venom to make a cure.", she said with a soft smile.

"Or to make a more potent venom." He smiled back.

"What did you have in mind?", she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Actually I don't. We need to find a way to neutralise this pheremones and we need to track down and deactivate the machines. "

"Perhaps something to interrupt thier internal networks?", she suggested, "Something to block the connectivity?"

"Electromagentic pulse technology has proven useful."

"And how would you manage to not affect some of the ship's systems?"

"Collateral damage." He said, "LIfe support is shielded, but if we lose replicators for a couple of hours it's not bad."

"I was thinking more about the brig containment fields with the orions in there."

"An option." He tossed aside parts from the desk and began to bring up a schematic of the ship. "We can start with a sweep of the ship."

"Is there anything distinctive on the fembots to be able to transport them to a specific cargobay?", she asked, "Just something to gather all of them in one lump and out of the way."

We could run a sweep and begin to weed out mechanical information that is consistant with equipment we know of

"I was hoping for some odd alloy or such...but we can take what we can get."

"Let's run a scan, check the alloy contents on this collection of parts."

Ahdjiia grabbed a couple tricorders for them and started to scan.

He ran the scan over the pile of parts, The data flooded in, "I have never seen your species before..." He said to her.

"I'm Chrysalian.", she said, "I'm the only one in the 'Fleet that I know of."

He nodded, and examined her human features, "Considering the Chrysalians are a pacifistic race I can see why, but they are scientists."

"They're also boring.", she said, "Security's more interesting."

He nodded, "I can see. Personally I prefer tactical operations myself, Intelligance is another way to reach that out. He examined the tricorder and looked at it, "There seems to be a rare metal comparison."

"I considered the Marines or Tactical as my back up if Security didn't pan out.", she said as she adjusted her tricorder to focus on the metals that attracted the Major's attention.

He looked at her then down at the data, "Tricarbon and vertillum alloys."

"Not used on starships if I'm correct.", she said.

"No, the alloys are incompatible with starship use, the warp travel stresses it."

Ahdjiia smiled, "Looks like we found our tag to round them up."

"Excellent." He chuckled, "then we'll seal the cargobay untill Mr Mudd removes them from this ship. Personally I woudl rather bring Mr Mudd back home, he is a criminal and a con artist."

"That's one I won't mind at all throwing in the brig.", she said with an even warmer smile.

She had a nice smile, he thought to himself, "Well considering he has a death sentance in 3 systems perhaps a summary execution. He returned her smile.

"I'll bring the popcorn if you bring the drinks.", she smirked.

He laughed, she was a remarkable woman, "That sounds like a plan."

"I'll mark it on my calender.", she said.

He cocked his head, these pheremones were giving him a headace.

Ahdjiia noticed the gesture. "Are you alright?", she asked.

"These damndable pheremones are giving me a headache."

"Perhaps a short trip to sickbay would be in order."

He shook his head, "Not necessary, Dr Malgin would be unable to do much." He looked at her, "I just need to get out of this room, it happens sometimes.

"Then let's step out and plan where we go from here."

He nodded and walked out of the clean room, "These damend machines, THey are nothing more then masturbation tools for the crew."

"I still don't see the reason behind them.", Ahdjiia said, "No one could be that hopeless to need a machine."

"They are submissive, sexually willing, and based on their programming very versitile, some men do not want to deal with relationships."

"Neither do some women.", she said, matter of factly, "Just a matter of looking around."

"Tragically." He looked at her, "But we can round them up."

"We'll just need to contact Ops or Engineering to bulk transport.", she said, "Unless you think the two of us can handle it."

He looked at her and they had moved unconciously closer, "Could we hard wire the bulk transport?" Their hands brushed for the briefest second sending an electric current through them.

The touch suprised her, and she met his eyes with hers. "There is that.", she said softly.

He looked at her, maybe those pheremones were affecting him, and their closeness was almost electric. "How hard would it be?" he asked just as softly.

"Won't know until I get my hands on it.", she said.

"And we'd need to...purge the pheremones from the ship."

"Isolate it so the biofilters can capture it from the air supply and we can vent it.", she said, still gazing into his eyes.

Their bodies moved unconciously closer, "And we can use the pheremone to identify it." It was intense, why fight it, the attraction there.

"Then we have a plan that's workable.", she said, herself responding more to him than anything.

He could hear his heart thudding in his chest. unconciously he began to run his fingers along her arm. The pause was enough to surprise him. Before he could stop himself he leaned in and brushed her lips with his.

Ahdjiia returned the kiss. She was guessing it was a delayed reaction to the pheremones, but just went along with it.

Why not? He was easy on the eyes to her.

His arms slipped around her as he kissed her. Gently he traced her back with his fingers as they pressed up closer to each other.

Ahdjiia wrapped her arms around him, continuing to return his kiss. Definitely more built than those she'd been with before.

The kiss broke and he looked at her, He could feel the desire build and he ran his hand back down to caress her backside, Then he began to softly kiss the side of her neck.

She tilted her head to the side, allowing him more room to taste her neck. A soft smile on her lips as she let her hands roam his back.

He kissed her collarbone and then whispered softly, "Not here... too public.. My quarters are nearby."

"Okay.", she said softly.

He was being very impulsive here but he didn't care, the attraction was strong and he held her hand as they walked to his spartan quarters, the only marks of home were his clothing and the collection of swords on his wall, including a large battleaxe and several forms of jagged weaponry. Once inside he took her back in his arms for a kiss.

Ahdjiia barely got a look at his quarters before he took her into his arms again. Perhaps she'd ask him about them later.

She wrapped her arms around him once again.

They kissed again, his kiss was hot and passionate. His hands began to softly caress her body, her full breasts, rolling over her hardening nipples.

She moaned softly, the sound muffled by his mouth. Slowly she moved her hands down, squeezing his buttocks.

He reached up and unzipped her uniform jacket and let it slide down, Once he struck bare skin he began to softly kiss her collarbone as his hands ran along her breasts again.

She smiled softly, and began to nibble at his earlobe.

He let the top of her uniform fall down then unfastened her bra. As they kissed her traced her bare breasts, rolling each nipple with his thumb.

Ahdjiia took a deep breath and moved to unzip his uniform jacket.

He helped her unzip his jacket and slide it down, Soon their tops fell in the floor and he continued to kiss her, as they moved to the bed he took one of her full breasts in his mouth and suckled greedily.

Ahdjiia gasped at his ardour. She wasn't complaining about it in the least. A soft moan escaped her lips as she let her hands roam his bare back, mapping out the play of muscles.

He slid his hands down and unfastened her uniform pants as he continued to suckle on her breasts.

She kicked off her boots and adjusted herself so he could remove her pants easier.

His own boots flew off and he slid her pants down, then he kissed her fiercely as her clothing slipped down. Gently he ran his hands along the swell of her hips.

Other than the bony poltrusions on her elbows, Ahdjiia was for the most part similar to a human.

She smiled softly and reached down to undo his pants.

He slid his hands in to her panties and began to ease them down. Kissing her again he slid one finger inside her.

Ahdjiia managed to unzip his pants before he removed her panties. She moaned softly as he slid a finger inside her. As Chrysalian women had much better muscle control in the lower regions, she clamped down gently on his finger, giving him a preview of what to expect.

He raised an eyebrow at her clamping down. Kissing her again he could feel his erection pressing against her leg.

As they kissed, she spread her legs and hooked her toes into the waistband of his pants, sliding them down along with his underwear.

He kissed her again as his erection sprung free and ran along her leg. His hand ran over her breasts as he continued with foreplay.

Smiling still, she reached down and took him in hand.

He slid two fingers inside her now, their mutual caressing brought moans to his surface as he kissed her through his moans.

Ahdjiia slowly stroked him, teasing his tip with her thumb.

He moaned as she teased him, then he moved so he nearly entered her, he wanted to tease her as much as he could.

The teasing touch was electric and Ahdjiia moaned her pleasure. With her eyes glittering with promise, she began to stroke him against her waiting wetness.

Soon he entered her and they began to move together, it was a firey electric activity, boiled over with lust and heat. He moved his hips in to hers with an urgency.

She wrapped herself around him, her fingers digging into his back as she tightened her nethers around him.

THe tightness was intoxicating as he moved against her enjoying hte delicious friction it caused.

Her moans filled the room as she raised herself up into his thrusts. She began to ripple her tightness around him to add to their pleasure.

He contunied to thrust in to her, the ripples causing him to shudder as he kissed her He moaned as he moved in to her.

A thin sheen of sweat covered Ahdjiia's body as the pleasure within began to reach the point of no return.

His own control was sputtering and faulting. He felt his body push foreward as his own no return passed with a shudder.

Her eyes rolled up as she cried out when her climax exploded through her. She clamped down firmly on his manhood, throbbing around him.

He kissed her again as they laid togeter sated. He felt his heart continue to thud in his chest.

Ahdjiia was breathing heavily, and smiled softly at him. She was speechless.

He laid back in his bed and examined the surroundings. Their lovemaking had been interesting to say the least and he examined his partner. SHe was an interesting person as well.

Ahdjiia wasn't sure where this would go. Probably just a once only thing. Pity that, she did rather enjoy it.

"Headache gone?", she asked as she lightly ran a hand down his chest.

He nodded, "No more pheremones that's for sure."

"What's next?", she asked enigmatically.

"With us?"

"That, and other things."

"Well for the fembots, we can get dressed, go back to intel and run a search for them. Then begin to trap them in the cargo bay..."

He sat up, "As for us...."

She stretched and waited for his answer. Whatever it was, she was okay with it.

"Well we can see where it leads, I can't promise a lot but I can promise that we should just play it by ear."

"Okay.", she said with a soft smile, "What happens, happens."

Sitting up he reached for his short. "perhaps we should consider arresting Mr Mudd as well."

"He does have several warrants out for him, that's not a problem.", she said as she sat up, looking for where her clothes were.

He began to dress, "Maybe we can even fix it so he gets executed?"

"I'm still holding you to bringing the drinks when that happens."

He laughed, "A pity Starfleet won't just dump him out an airlock."

"There's always 'oops, he just happened to stumble and got shot out the torpedo bay'.", she said with a smile as she dressed.

He had to chuckled at that one, "I don't think that would make us too popular with the captain."

"We could blame it on the Orions.", she said as she started to hop back into her boots.

He finished dressing and selected a weapon, "First things first, let's corral some androids."

"Beauty and The Beast"

Lt. Commander Rose Isis MacAllen
Chief of Archology

Lady Karyn Shinta MacAllen

Jeremy Savoie
Chief Helmsman

**Halfway towards Ten-Foward**

The six-months prenancy woman was pulling her little daughter's hovercraft while heading towards Ten-Foward for something sweet.

"My little girl I can't wait when you work this yourself." she told little Karyn while the young Betazoid-Human girl playing her little teddy bear that James Corgan gave her.

Rose was resting again an wall trying to rest the twins in her stomach was kicking up an storm, ~Gods I can't wait for you two to come out of my stomach.~

Meanwhile, in a not-too-unusual scene, Jeremy Savoie stormed down the corridor, muttering to himself as he went. Things had gone really badly in Ten Forward just now -- he'd managed to piss off Erin and in the meantime, lose his four fembot escorts to some crewmen nearby who swooped in and scurried off with them before Jeremy had even recovered from the kick to the groin Erin had delivered in her fury.

Like most times when he was this frustrated, the red-faced helmsman wasn't really paying attention to where he was going, and as he rounded a corner, he nearly tripped over a small hovercraft making its way down the corridor carrying -- a baby?

"Oof!" the surprised guy exclaimed, catching himself before he fell on his face. "Hey! What the . . . ." Seeing an infant before him, he stopped the flow of explatives that would usually have followed. "You better watch that thing or someone's going to get hurt," he muttered to the woman leading the hovercraft without looking at her.

"Oh please forgive me Lieutenant, but I need to rest it not easy pushing your two-year old daughter in her hovercraft while I'm six months pregnant."

"Well teach her to walk," the annoyed man groused. This had been the most fucked-up day he could remember having in a long time, he really wasn't in the mood to discuss child-rearing.

"She can't, little Karyn can never work in her lifetime. You helmmen are all the same, so damn full of yourself...come along Karyn we can get something to eat somewhere else."

The little Betazoid girl stuck her tongue out at the "mean" helmsman while her mother started to pulls her daugther the other way.

"Aw fuck . . . ." Savoie said, kicking an imaginary wall or something. "Takes a real man to insult a baby, idiot," he mumbled in self-chastisement. Then he continued on his way, waiting to see who else he could piss off

"Second Impressions"

By Ensign Dhanishta Eshe
&
Lieutenant Commander Ethan Suder. Engineering

<ooc note; the newbies jp is to follow at some point re Lanjep & boarding>

Dhanishta fixed her com badge onto the left breast of her uniform and looked in the mirror. Good to go, she thought tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She took a deep breath and left her quarters. She stepped into the empty turbo lift at the end of the corridor, “Deck 36.” she announced to the computer. As the turbo lift began to move she felt a pinch of anxiety; her first day!

The doors of engineering slid open before her revealing the pumping heart of the ship. She stepped inside. She could hear the hum of the Warp Core and see its eerie blue glow dance around the walls; it was beautiful, more so than she’d imagined. She wondered how long it would take for the beauty to fade away; to the picture that you see yet never look at. She stood for a few moments mentally encapsulating this moment; this feeling.

Behind her people gathered around the master systems display talking amongst themselves. Dhani tagged on behind them. The talking subsided as someone approached, Dhani couldn’t see who it was from her disadvantaged view point but she guessed that it must bee the chief; her new boss!

Suder strolled up to the Master Display console and placed a data padd on to the console. “I’ve been informed that the warp field coils need some minor adjustments. Alpha team, assemble together and help out with Lieutenant McDowell’s team. Beta team, I need one person to go to Holodeck three, there’s a minor glitch in the system and I’d like the rest of you to respond to reports that personnel have made. The usual, problems with replicators and sonic showers etc. Delta and Gamma team when they start their shift will pick up where you guys have left off.” He finally looked up at the faces he already knew and then glanced down at his data padd. “We also have a new Engineer joining us today. Ensign Dhanishta Eshe.” He introduced once again looking up to see if she was there. As he looked around quickly, his gazed finally centred on the half Trill, half Betazoid female stood on the other side of the console. He then glanced down at the data padd, a little lost for word! s.

At the mention of her name Dhani stepped forward to the front of the crowd, she looked up to see who her new boss was, if she had been a cartoon character her jaw would have been on the floor and her eyes bouncing out of her scull on little springs, you’ve GOT to be kidding, she thought.

“She will start today on Alpha shift and then as of tomorrow will be on Delta shift. The usual routine, show her the ropes people.” He said as he looked at her. “I assume you’ve looked at the ships schematics and procedures?” he asked.

Dhanishta just stared into space her mind returning to the moment in the Lounge when she looked at him; those feelings came flooding back to her, and the sudden feeling of nausea. She covered her mouth with her hand and leaned slightly on the console in front of her for balance.

Ethan watched as Dhanishta leaned against the console. “All right everyone, let’s get to work.” He said enthusiastically. He walked around the console over to Dhanishta who was continuing to stand still. “Ensign?” he called out.

Dhanishta fought off the urge to throw up, slowly but surely engineering remerged around her.

Suder gave her a few seconds to get over whatever it was that was going through her head. It felt odd that he be introducing new Engineers and welcoming them onboard, but it still felt out of place. Sure he’d welcomed others onboard, but he wasn’t use to doing it, he was use to his former boss being the one to welcome them onboard, right before throwing a data padd around in her office. He almost chuckled at the memory and then returned his attention to the present. “Ensign, my office.” He said as he strolled towards “his” office. Strange, after all this time, all these years, it still felt odd for it to be “his” office. As he made his way to the Chief’s office, Suder thought back to the tournament where he had faced the same woman who had just been assigned to the Galaxy. Small world he thought.

Dhanishta soon realised that she was standing alone, well this is just great, she thought, I must look like a complete idiot, she wanted to kick herself, but then she would look even more like the dick she felt, at this rate I’ll be back at Starfleet engineering within a week!

He sighed with frustration when he reached his office and realised that Ensign Eshe was not with him. He walked back towards her and when he was about two meters away, he stopped. “Ensign Eshe.” He called out again, this time a bit more forceful.

She jumped with the sharpness of his tone, looking up in the direction of the voice she saw Suder; he did not look pleased, he motioned her to follow with a hand gesture. Like a puppy with its tail between its legs, Dhanishta followed. Maybe less than a week!

Suder walked into his office with Dhanishta and stood behind his desk. He figured that Dhanishta would probably rather stand than sit, so he remained standing as well. He called up her service record and then looked at her. “Second impressions aside, something troubling you Ensign?” he asked.

Dhani bit her bottom lip; something she did unconsciously when she was troubled. “No sir. Sorry sir.” she said at last. She wasn’t about to explain what was going on in her head to him, she couldn’t even explain it to herself!

Ethan gave a nod and sat down. He knew she was troubled or distracted and her apologizing was recognition of that. “You did well at the tournament.” He said trying to ease the tension slightly. “Where’d you learn to fight like that?”

Surprised at the apparent lack of a bollocking Dhani relaxed slightly. It took her a moment to realise that he’d asked her a question, “Qo’noS.” she replied blankly, still a little out of sorts.

“Of course.” Ethan said with a tut. He had read her personnel file before she came onboard and knew she had been raised on Vulcan and Qo’nos. “Technically, we never did finish that fight. We’ll have to find out who would have won some time.” He said.

“Do you really think that would be wise, sir?” she questioned, “I know that competition is healthy but it could really undermine your authority here when I beat you.” she smiled warmly at him. Looking around she felt an eerie familiarity with his office, in fact the whole ship had felt that way from the moment she had boarded; uneasiness sank into her whole being, she didn’t like it but kept her cool.

“Nothing wrong with sparring, Ensign.” He commented. “And as your Commanding Officer, I feel the urge to order you to put you money where your mouth is. I’ve got the trophy from the tournament. Afterall, it was going to be given to me or you anyway. We’ll have to see who deserves it.” He joked. Now, I’d like you to go to the Nacelle Control room on Deck 25, there you’ll meet Lieutenant McDowell. I’d like you to help out with the configurations we’re doing. He’ll explain it all when you get there. Oh, and welcome to the Galaxy.”

Dhani nodded her acknowledgment and turned to leave. She paused at the door and turned back, “Money? In this day and age?” she said with a raised eyebrow, “Respectfully sir I’d prefer to use my Bat’leth.” she smiled cheekily, left and made her way to deck 25. Glad that her awful first impression had been over looked, and maybe overwritten?

Suder raised an eye brow in response and forced a half smile as she turned to leave. It was good having a new Engineer onboard. He liked seeing them develop into miracle workers. He thought back to the days when Michael McDowell first came onboard the Galaxy. He was this fresh cut Ensign out of the Academy who did everything by the book and didn’t ask questions. Then a few years later, he was his best friend and his right hand in Engineering, Assistant Chief. Not to mention the experience and knowledge that Michael had gained over the years. This was the place that hero’s were made.

"The Haunting"

Lieutenant Commander Ethan Suder
Chief Engineer

Suder walked back to his quarters for a brake. He had been working all day. Although he was only suppose to be on Alpha shift, he worked through most of the day, purely to keep himself busy.

He sat on the couch and then decided to lay there for a few moments. Repositioning himself so that he was laying down, he though once again about the past and other things.

He remembered the good old days. Captain Price going about making jokes. Doing what he could to ensure that the crew was happy. And Commander Casey, oh yeah, Casey, the man that believed his was gods gift to women. Well, he probably didn't but that's the way it came across. The man who almost destroyed his own marriage by cheating on his wife. What a great man he was. But that aside, he was eventually promoted and transferred. What a relief. Then there was McDowell. When he first came onboard, Ethan remembered how they had worked side by side for a very long time. They made a damned good team. Chief Engineer David Mercury, a good and honest man. A good role model for all Engineers. Then with his departure, the next Chief was Samara. She was a good Chief Engineer.

He wandered how Samara was doing. She had left the Galaxy some years back now. Back to the Klingon home world where they might be able to cure her deafness. A wave of guilt washed over him. He thought back to the scene that led to it all.

Crawling down the Jefferies tube, Kay reached the correct section and opened up an access panel. Tapping her badge, she spoke, "Lt. Suder, I'm ready when you are."

"Everything's set down here, you can proceed, Chief." Suder responded.

Kay reactivated the relay and smiled when it started humming again. Closing the panel, she didn't see the little green light start to flash before going to red. Crawling back up the conduit, she stopped when she felt a vibration in the deck beneath her. Turning, she gasped when she saw a section of the conduit blow out in shrapnel behind her.

Quickly, her Klingon instincts took hold and she crawled as fast as she could down the conduit. Just as the flash of an explosion hit her from behind, she yelled as the explosive force blew her into an empty junction.

"Computer, local EPS grid shutdown K'Etyanna Alpha Six!" she ordered.

A repeating and rather loud beeping noise echoed through Suder's ears. He looked at the display on the Master Display console and achknowledged the emergency alert beeping.

"What is it?" McDowell asked.

"The EPS grid conduit, it just overloaded." Suder said shocked, his fingers shaking and eyes wide, glued to the display.

Michael McDowell looked down at the console displaying the information and then at Suder with concern.

Suder seemed to be short of breath. It was the first time Michael had seen him like this, it was panic and shock.

Suder tapped buttons on the console to shut down the area. "Um, Mi-Michael." he stuttered. "Engineering, you. Take it!" he said as he ran towards the nearest turbolift.

Running down a corridor in the battle drive section of the Galaxy, Ethan ripped a panel off the wall and climbed inside. Crawling down the Jefferies tube as quickly as he could, he finally got to the section that had overloaded. The entire section was burnt out. The fire suppression system had kicked in straight after the explosion. He picked up several small pieces of material and looked at them closely. His breathing was still short and his heart pounding through his rib cage. He turned around and jumped through the Jeffereies tube as quickly as he could.

Still running, Suder finally reached Sickbay. He had to come to a full halt when the doors didn't open in time. Still holding the pieces of material that he had realised was parts of Kay's uniform, he entered Sickbay.

Ethan took only a few steps into Sickbay and straight away saw Kay laying on a biobed unconscious. Near the bed was Commander Deiran Casey, a Doctor and Captain Price. As if a surprise, they hadn't noticed his entrance and unusual pale look.

"Yes, Captain. It isn't good news. We have healed most of her injuries, but at the moment, she has suffered damage to her brain and is deaf." The Doctor said.

Deiran shook his head, "She hates being in Sickbay enough. This is going to be terrible for her."

"That's definitely true, mate. Does the hearing loss look like it is curable?" Price asked the Doctor.

"I really don't know at the moment. Klingons, and Lt. Commander Samara as well, have very sensitive hearing. While not as sensitive as Feringy, the Klingon brain's hearing centers are very complex. Most likely, she will need to be transferred to the Klingon homeworld. We will give you reports as things change." The Doctor explained.

The doors closed behind Suder who hardly felt like breathing. Still holding the materials of her uniform in his hands, he couldn't really focus on anything. Several crew members gave him a concerned look as they passed. He was as pale as the white lights above him and sweat covered his face. As if his best friend had just died before his own eyes. He wasn't sure what to do now. What had gone wrong? One second all is fine and he is content, the next, an EPS grid overloaded some how and he should have picked up on it or seen it coming. Why didn't he!? He looked around again, still not sure what to do. He took several steps down the corridor and turned and looked at the doors of Sickbay. He wanted to go back in and see her again, but with Casey and Price there, it wouldn't be the best thing to do. Of all the things he wanted to happen, Commander Casey finding out about Suder's feelings was not one of them. Instead, he reluctantly turned away and continued walking down the corridor in a very shocked state. He probably should have gone to Engineering to see if Michael had come up with some reason as to what happened, but Ethan just kept walking, to no where in particular. Just kept walking, his brain, dead of all thoughts except if the Chief Engineer was going to be ok.

Ethan jumped up in a cold sweat. He found himself still lying on the couch in his quarters. He looked around, trying to catch his breath. He must have fallen asleep. He sat up slowly and let his legs hit the floor lifelessly. He raised his hands to his face and covered his eyes.

To be Continued.

"Addicted to Love"

Leo Streeley, (npc or unauthorized use of apc, not sure which) & the "Palmer Girls"

Off: Sudden inspiration while driving home today, so excuse me, I had to get the idea out :)

~There was a funky singer playin' in a rock & Roll Band and never had no problems, yeah, burnin' down one night stands and everything around me, yeah, got to stop to feelin' so low and I decided quickly, yes I did, To disco down and check out the show ~

Leo Streeley wandered down the halls of Galaxy, the old earth tune that was stuck in his head putting the spring in his step. He was oblivious to the (cough) dangers surrounding him.

Most likely because there were no dangers surrounding him.

The ship was eerily absent of people, although he subconsciously noted a lot of banging noises and more than a few giggles as he passed by closed doors. And the few people he had seen were women. Which he didn't mind, even though most of them glared at him and told him to get inside. Which he figured was because he stared at most of their asses after they past by him.

Leo was also in the middle of multi-tasking his thoughts.

Now most people would have thought that the security deputy was incapable of something so complex but, hell, if a blonde could walk, talk, and chew bubble gum at the same time... As it was, he had only walked straight into a wall twice.

Leo's thoughts went something like this-

Play that funky music white boy. I'd really kill for a hamburger. Play that funky music right. That Betty chickie is kinda hot. Play that funky music white boy...

They weren't exactly what you would call DEEP thoughts but then the universe wasn't really ready for Leo Streeley's DEEP thoughts.

Lay down that boogie and play that funky music till...

Leo came to a screeching halt as he rounded a corner and found himself standing before four of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. They stood there invitingly and also appeared to have lost many of their clothes.

His mouth dropped open.

"We're lost." The redheaded one purred. The blonde nodded and the two brunettes giggled.

It was like some dream had come true. He decided to pinch himself hard and then screeched loudly when he realized he wasn't dreaming. "Well.." he began lamely, then with more confidence "Fear not ladies. Leo the love ma-chine is here to save the day."

They didn't sneer at him, they didn't run. In fact, they were almost beckoning him towards them.

Leo's mouth dropped open further and suddenly a new song came into his head.

~Your lights are on, but you're not home Your mind is not your own Your heart sweats, your body shakes Another kiss is what it takes~~

"Er, sorry." Leo said, shaking his head. "What was that?"

"Can you help us find our way home?" the redhead asked sweetly, her bra strap slipping off her shoulder. Way off her shoulder. Yup, yup, his brain cried, he could see boobies!

~You can't sleep, you can't eat There's no doubt, you're in deep Your throat is tight, you can't breathe Another kiss is all you need~

"Oh, er, yeah sure." the security chief said. He was finding it harder than normal, understandably, to concentrate. "Where is it?"

The redhead waited a beat. "We meant YOUR home."

~Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough, you know you're Gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love.~

Leo thought if his mouth dropped open any wider he'd break his jaw. The four fembots giggled and grabbed hold of his arms to lead him away. He noticed more clothing being left behind and he followed in a dazed stupor.

Whatever he had eaten this morning for breakfast, it was the best damned groovy shroomy he had ever had. He would have to tell his buddy Raven to put that in his peace pipe instead.

Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love....

There are three members to the tribunal that will determine whether or not the fembots are sentient and can be sold/traded. These three characters are: Rear Admiral Leigh Dierdre Whitman, the tribunal chair/leader, Captain Alanna O'Ryan, and JAG Officer Captain Sutherland.

~Delegation Arrival~

Captain John Q. Bhrode
Harcourt Fenton Mudd

Admiral Leigh Dierdre Whitman
Captain Alanna O'Ryan
JAG Officer Captain Sutherland

Various others

"Commander, there's a Federation starship approaching."

Rebecca von Ernst turned her head over her shoulder to face Rima Pennington, the new assistant tactical officer.

"Its the Hawkwing," Pennington reported.

Ernst stood from the captain's chair and walked out to the center of the bridge, "On screen," she calmly ordered and at her command the viewscreen shifted away from the planet the Galaxy was in orbit around and out into space. Slowly, the picture filled with the approaching starship. The gun metal gray hull reflected the white light from the near by star and the soft blue glow of Federation warp nacelles softened the light aboard the bridge. The Hawkwing slowed and took up an orbit near the Galaxy and the women on the bridge received the chance to see one of the finest works of art Starfleet has ever produced, an Excelsior class starship.

"They're hailing, sir," Kiora Geluf said from OPS.

"Put them on," Rebecca ordered, and at her word the viewscreen changed once more. An elderly woman appeared on screen, her graying hair pulled back in a bun and her features soft, like a wise old grandmother.

"Commander? I'm Admiral Whitman. Where is Captain Bhrode?"

"The captain has sealed himself off in his ready room. Do you need to speak with him?" Rebecca asked, standing as tall as her short frame would allow.

"No, that won't be necessary. Just tell him that Captains O'Ryan and Sutherland and I are preparing to transport aboard."

Ernst nodded, "We're ready to receive you. I'll alert the captain."

"Thank you, Commander," Whitman smiled and her image disappeared, leaving a view of the Hawkwing in her place.

*****************************************************

Damn Mudd! Damn sex machines, Bhrode cursed to himself as he stormed down the halls of deck 6. He just had to come aboard MY ship and turn MY crew into a bunch of horny teenagers! I should have never let him come aboard, he thought, I hope this tribunal exiles him to Breen! I bet Commander Thomas would appreciate an android, although I don't think even they would sink that low! Damn Mudd! Damn sex mach.......

Bhrode's thoughts stopped in their tracks as he turned the corner of the hallway, and the vein on his temple began to instantly throb.

"Why Captain Bhrode! What a pleasure it is to see you!" Mudd. And one of his androids.

"Hi there, cap'n," the robot said, hanging off her master's shoulders.

"Captain, I've been meaning to talk to you. You have a lovely ship, let me assure you, but I do have some, er ... complaints about my quarters. They're so, so ... drab. And there's nothing of any use in there, someone's even removed all the silverware. It really is quite ... oh, it just won't do!" Mudd exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air rather dramatically.

"And the bed is much to small," the android added, reaching a hand out to stroke Bhrode's arm.

"Get the hell away from me!" he exploded, shoving the android to the floor. Mudd opened his mouth to object, but Bhrode stormed past, grabbing the back of Mudd's collar and dragging him along. "You, with me!"

"Well! I say!"

"I like a man who can take charge," the android called out from the floor.

*******************************************************

He soon reached Transporter Room 1, with Mudd in tow. "You sit here," he ordered the century-old man. "And you, make sure he behaves," he said to Ensign D'Tinya, the new security officer, who stood near the door.

"It's nice to see you decided to show up, Captain."

"I don't need any of your prissy remarks right now, Curran," Bhrode said.

The Kelvan Liason officer humphed. "I'm glad to see Harcourt's androids haven't had much of an affect on you."

"I'm an old man, Curran. I don't stumble all over a pretty girl like all the other boys on this ship. Besides, I like a little more meat on my women," the captain said, facing the transporter pad. He paused momentarily, then smiled slightly to himself. "I see that they haven't gotten through that anal retentive force field of yours either, Legate."

Curran only humphed in arrogant dissatisfaction at the remark.

"Hawkwing reports they are ready to initiate transport, sir," the young technician reported behind the transporter control.

"Begin transport," Bhrode and Curran said in unison, then turned and faced each other, annoyed.

A blue shimmering light began to fill the pad before the gathered group. After a few seconds, the light faded, revealing three people. The oldest of the three stepped forward. "Captain? I'm Admiral Whitman."

Bhrode nodded and saluted, "Welcome aboard the Galaxy, Admiral."

Whitman nodded, and turned to introduce her colleagues. "This is Captain Alanna O'Ryan, the commander of the USS Hawkwing, and JAG Officer, Captain William Sutherland. We are here to determine the legality of the androids you currently have aboard.

"Yes, good," Bhrode said. The sooner they start, the soon those damn robots will be off my ship! "I --"

He was interrupted by a throat clearing to his right. Irritation crossed the captain's naturally angry face before he sighed and said, "This is Legate Kylar Curran."

"It is a pleasure. I will be responsible for your comfort here, if there is anything you need, please, just --"

"Yes, yes. Anyway, I --"

Another throat clearing, from his left. "What?!" Bhrode turned. Mudd waved his hand towards the tribunal of JAG officers, indicating that he, too, desired to be introduced.

"And this is Mudd. Owner of the androids."

"The one and only Harcourt Fenton Mudd, at your service, madams and sir."

"Its good to meet you all," Whitman spoke, before someone else could interrupt Bhrode. "Captain, we're eager to begin our investigation. Is there a court room or council chamber for us to hold our proceedings?"

"Oh! There is lovely chamber down on the planet in my home! I insist that you work there, nothing would please me more," Mudd beamed, clasping his hands together in front of his chest.

Curran turned towards Bhrode, "It would perhaps be best if the investigation did not take place aboard the Galaxy, considering our other 'guests."

"Agreed. Does that suit you, Admiral?"

Whitman turned to O'Ryan and Sutherland, and when she received a nonverbal agreement from both, she turned back and said, "That will be acceptable."

"Wonderful!" Mudd exclaimed. "I have rooms for each of you. Oh! It will be nice to have guests again. I haven't had a guest since James Kirk dropped in for a visit!" he mused, twirling the end of his mustache. "We can go right now!"

He hopped aboard the transporter pad, and waved for the three judges to join him. Kylar reluctantly stepped aboard as well. "I do believe we're ready. You can beam us down, Miss Transporter Ma'am."

"Do it," Bhrode ordered, and in a matter of seconds, they were gone. Good riddance!

NRPG: Sorry to keep my corespondence to a trickle, but i've been looking for work and writing to boot. At least I got some day labor at the local bottling plant. :-) Here is another installment for my character, this time with some more serious consequences.

Also, i'm happy to announce that i'm fleshing out my first novel. Writing should begin in the next few weeks.

“This Gratuitous Morning After Scene Has Not Yet Been Rated”

By Lieutenant Commander James Lionel Corgan
Chief of Security, USS Galaxy

Guest Starring:

Renee and Lily, Cyber-sexual Pleasure Specialists

Location: James Corgan’s Quarters

Sunlight broke through the veil of James Corgan’s welded shut eyelids. Painfully, he saw black, with a patch of red in the middle, a warm, searing light that demanded he wake up from his fitful slumber. It was powerful enough to cut through dreams, and disturbing enough for James to try to shut his eyes tighter, but the light kept trying to punish him through his fleshy covers. It wanted his attention. The light couldn’t be denied.

“Computer… lights off.” Corgan groaned, his fatigued body wracked by wincing bruises. The lights didn’t dim. They kept shining.

“Awwww… f**k off.” The chief of security protested, but the light kept shining. He rose his body out of bed, but found that when he sat up, no silken sheets slid off his chest and shoulders. He also found that his bed felt strangely like carpeting mixed with broken pieces of plastic.

He dug out one coherent thought out of his head. It said, ~”Ohhhh… do I want to know why I’m on the floor right now? For that matter, do I want to know why it’s so damn drafty in here?”~

James shrugged. He would have to open his eyes and wake up sometime. Bravely, the young security chief lifted the lids on his good eye, taking a gentle peek. It was still very dark, except for a lamp that was shining to the side, obscuring his vision. He then opened the other eye, which shrieked in protest due to an old wound causing sensitivity to light. James hurriedly closed his eyes again. If he was close to his lamp, then it meant he was close to his desk, and his glasses were nearby. His hands groped around the desk, until he found the slim, wiry frame of his spectacles. He slid the glasses on his face, activated the sunglasses tint, and then slowly, opened his eyes.

“OH MY GOD!!!” James screamed out, “WHAT THE F**K HAPPENED TO ME?!?!?!”

His quarters was literally in a shambles. His quarters, usually pristine and decorated with rock and roll memorabilia, was now a war scene from the demilitarized zone. His newest Rob Zombie poster, hundreds of years old and once framed, was a tattered flag hanging limply from broken glass teeth. His collection of music chips, once neatly placed in a holding rack taking over a corner of the room, was tipped over, spilling chips. A few of his isolinear music chips looked as if they were stepped upon by giants. Broken pieces of plastic from music packaging covers was all over the place, as was scattered electronics and flung about sheet music.

“Oh no…” James groaned, “Not again…”

He stumbled his way to the replicator, resolved to ordering himself some aspirin and raw eggs to battle the throbbing pain in his head. As he walked to the replicator, his foot hit something cylindrical, and as he stepped down it squeaked at him.

“Mudball?” He called, mistaking the squeak for his pet tribble. James gingerly moved his foot away and looked down, hoping he didn’t step on his pet.

What he saw was different. It wasn’t the tribble he expected. It wasn’t even cylindrical. It was more sausage like, a large, peach colored sausage with pinkish, jagged lines. It had a pink, bulbous end. When James gave it an experimental, wary kick to the side, the toy squeaked and flopped.

It was then he realized what he stepped on, and his senses went up to red alert.

“Ahhhh!!!!!! Fake penis!!!!!!” James slinked away from the object like it was radioactive waste. He saw more items, each one scaring him that much further.

Furry handcuffs.

Astroglide.

A black riding crop.

An Andorian penis pump.

One studded ‘board of education’ paddle

An scattered pile of Klingon roasted targ fur aphrodisiac.

A holorecorder in the corner of the room, set to record hours ago.

And last but not least, one blown up, life size, anatomically correct Captain Kirk pleasure doll.

“Huh?” James sputtered in horror, “But half of this stuff isn’t even mine!”

Looking down at himself, he saw that his vision was partially obscured be something on his face. He pulled off the mask like intrusion, which came apart as two pieces of cloth.

Correction. It was two pieces of cloth. One was a very skimpy, pink pair of panties. The other was an equally skimpy, baby blue g-string.

“What’s going on!?” Corgan shivered as he looked down at himself, his body waking up as more shocks hit his system. He found that his clothes were different too. All he had on was spotted leopard underwear, in which a thin strip of leopard cloth exposed his cheeks and rode into his crack (and also explained that annoying draft). He had a white ‘I love NY’ t-shirt on, and underneath was a pair of pasties, one for each nipple.

The best was yet to come, but it all came full circle, explaining itself as his eyes homed in on his bed. The normally clean sleeping bed was covered with the remnants of wild lovemaking. Whipped cream, chocolate syrup, butterscotch, and mint chips made a gooey mess that spilled on the floor and ruined the sheets. Outside the mess, curled up in the only good sheets left in the quarters, was two androids. Their faces were marred with chocolate, their hair tangled, both resting peacefully as an extension cord protruded from their fingers and plugged into the nearest outlet.

“Oh no.” James realized, “I didn’t… I didn’t… Oh my f**king god, I did! I did?! I did?!? Did I?!?!?”

The numerous sex toys on the ground and two naked women in his bed were too much to deny. ~”Afraid so… I had sex with Lily and Renee.”~

Now with the knowledge that much carnal activity took place in his quarters, involving him and two women androids, James took the dignified route when one was assaulted head on by a most unbelievable series of events. He kept quiet, went to his closet, procured a uniform, and went into his bathroom for a sonic shower to contemplate the whole mess.

He tossed the uniform aside and stripped off his skimpy, lurid underwear and bizarre city praising t-shirt. He then stepped into the small sonic shower chamber, ordered the computer to set the sonic frequency to high, and let the grime, sweat, and other bodily fluid associated with lovemaking disintegrate off.

~”Oh no, I can’t believe I did what I did out there…”~ James fretted as he constricted a poor bottle of sonic shower shampoo. He plopped a glob of the cleaner on his hand and scrubbed it vigorously into his scalp. ~”I just had sex with two beautiful women. I… had sex. Period. I haven’t had sex since that incident with the two Orion strippers and the Romulan Ale back at the academy… and that was the reason I swore off sex until marriage! Hell… haven’t even masturbated in ages. I have the sex drive of a turtle, and here I am, screwing the positronic circuits out of two androids? I know people can get pretty damn horny when they don’t do it for a long time, but… damn me! That was a bit much!”~

As his hair lathered up, his hand grabbed a bar of soap. He passed the coarse, Federation issue pumice over his skin, which was surprisingly sensitive at his buttocks and back. Needles of pain announced the presence of scratches and welts.

He continued with his thoughts, ~”Can’t believe it! I let myself get drawn in by two… sirens! I’m not like this! I don’t just give in to every dirty sexual whim! I’m better than that! But I did it anyways…”

The sonic shower screamed off the soap and dirt off his body, leaving his skin tingly and refreshed. He stepped out of the sonic shower and opened his medicine cabinet, where he brought out his shaving device. Activating the shaver, it flashed a wand of bluish light over his chin that ate away his stubble.

~”What is Rose going to think? I know she has some sort of affection towards me. Once she finds out I had sex with a android that looked almost like her, she’s going to use my broken body as a plasma conduit, and I’ll be forever known to her kids as ‘That son of a bitch pervert who treated mommy like a sex toy!’”

He waved the wand over his face and erased every last bit of stubble. He then put the shaver away, and brought out a low tech toothbrush and toothpaste. A glob of paste on his brush, and it was ready to scrub his teeth clean. ~”Ugggg… mint flavored. Oh… and what about Rebecca? I had sex with a sexier version of herself! Her confidence is fragile enough without having to be conscious about me having sexual fantasies about her. But if she finds out that I had sex with a perfected version of her, she’ll likely forget about turning my ass into a plasma conduit and go straight for the kill.”~

James finished brushing, and thought as he ruefully spat out used toothpaste into the sink, ~”I’m so dead. Rose will kill me. Rebecca will kill me. I’ll never know which person is right for me. I’ll lose my love forever… all because I gave into my lust and went about doing the nasty with artificial versions of themselves. GEEZ! This sounds so f**king absurd, and yet so true!”~

He dressed into his uniform, preferring Starfleet issue boxers, familiar and comfortable, over exotic leopard patterned and uncomfortable g-strings. The uniform felt more familiar, the side of him he knew so well and wanted to stay. A man who fought hard for control over his emotions and trauma, a person who was self assured and controlled. He didn’t like the other side that developed last night. He was an untamed animal, a lust addled being who took pleasure without thinking of the consequences.

The consequences were all too clear. He saw his integrity and the trust of others on the line. He didn’t know how he could look Rose and Rebecca in the face now that he took advantage of the androids, even if the two women didn’t have a clue. If they were to find out, James fledgling relationships would be over, without a chance of finding out whom he was supposed to be with. And with James heart being revealed to himself, destroying the myth that his affection for either woman was about friendship or love and now about the physical, he felt perverted and shallow. ~”I am so damn sorry.”~ He confessed, ~”I haven’t even figured out who, and already I might lose them both. How could I be so stupid and shortsighted? I’m so sorry…. So sorry… so sorry…”~

Solemnly, James exited his quarters, leaving the sleeping beauties alone with a note on his PADD. It read:

=/\=”I would like to thank you and Harry Mudd for a wonderful time together. I enjoyed your company and had a great time with you both, Lily and Renee. Feel free to use the replicator or anything else in my quarters, and rest as long as you like. I will make living arrangements for you both. Again, thank you for last nights activities.”=/\=

~”And I enjoyed it too. I wouldn’t be so damn guilty if I was drunk, or drugged, or if they were trying to rape me. But I consented, did it, and I liked it. No, I liked it a lot. Hell, sex is a great activity.”~ James thought as he exited his quarters, ~”But man, can it go so wrong when there’s a lot more at stake. People can be hurt… I can be hurt. Sh*t, I could ruin somebody’s life this way. But isn’t this the 24th century? Pleasure without consequence? Sex without having to worry about disease or pregnancy, or about messing up someone else’s head? It’s the 24th century dammit! Should I be worrying about this?”~

James shoulders slumped as he stopped in the middle of the hall, “Who am I kidding? I f**ked up. 24th century freedom is full of….”

And that was when it hit James like a splash of cold water. Not a revelation, but literally a splash of cold water as he was spun around by his shoulder and accosted by a Vulcan and Human security officer, each serving a splash of water to his face.

“What the f**k?” James sputtered, wiping water off his face, “T’lan! O’Rourke! What the hell are you doing?”

Lieutenant jg T’lan looked curiously at James, then addressed her partner, “Fascinating. This method of revival worked on approximately fifty two point five nine percent of all encountered male crewmembers.”

“Well, it looks like the Boss is more than revived.” Lieutenant O’Rourke pointed out.

“Gee, no sh*t, if I may say so ladies.” James cut in, drolly, “Now, do you mind telling me what you two are doing? Why you splashed me? And perhaps when we get around to it, what’s with all this reviving crap you two are talking about?”

“Logically speaking, it is safe to say that Commander Corgan is not under the effects of the android.” T’lan observed.

“You never know. Some guys seemed to act normal until a fembot came by.” O’Rourke added, ignoring the Commander.

“Perhaps. I have observed that the effects of the female androids is only temporary, and perhaps Commander Corgan has been in the company of an android. In that case, we should isolate him from the android population until further notice.”

“But he’s the Commander, T’lan. We can’t just arrest the Chief of Security.”

“It is not arrest. It is merely containment due to an unknown threat.”

“Ok! That’s enough!” James interrupted with his arms in the air, “I caught the part about the androids. You mind talking to me directly? I want to know how the androids are affecting people. Now go. Tell me.”

Not surprised, T’lan turned to her commanding officer, “Commander, we are experiencing a shipwide crisis. The androids are distracting male members of the crew, to the point where shipwide shortages of personnel are running rampant. When we investigated, we found a pattern. All personnel shortages are due to absenteeism in the male population. The source, Harry Mudd’s female androids.”

“They’re seducing the men.” O’Rourke announced, “But we don’t know how. They’re… good at what they do.”

James laughed, “I’ll say. I have two of them in my room right now.”

“WHAT?!” O’Rourke snapped in surprise, “But… sir! They’re dangerous!”

“Relax!” James assured his subordinate, “They’re deactivated right now. They got… ummm… tired… after…”

“Sexual intercourse?” T’lan raised her eyebrow.

“How did you guess?”

“Observation. The androids choose a male, and seduce them innuendo, foreplay, and eventually… sex. We have observed multiple infractions of Federation indecency laws alone on this ship involving members of this crew and the androids.”

O’Rourke cut in, “Did you go willingly with them?”

James answered, flustered, “Well… not at first. I wanted them to go away, but they followed me. We started talking, then one thing led to another, and the next thing you know, we were doing it in ways I never imagined. Why?”

O’Rourke thought for a minute. “Damn… that’s not a yes or a no.”

“It is both.” T’lan added, “There was resistance at first, but eventually, commander, your resistance was worn away.”

“And now… we have to get you out of here.” O’Rourke walked to Corgan’s door, and tapped in a few keys, activating command protocols, “Computer, lock this door. Allow access in and out to only myself and Lieutenant jg T’lan.”

=/\=”Affirmative.”=/\= The computer responded.

“There. Sorry sir, but until we find out how they are bewitching the men, we can’t trust you around them. Come with us.”

Confused, James muttered, “Yeah… sure. Can’t have them taking advantage of me and… whatnot.”

“We cannot.” T’lan grabbed James by the wrist, and slapped a pair of wristcuffs on, “Meanwhile, your actions will be monitored by us at all times.”

James looked down at the cuffs, his anger slowly boiling, “HEY! Come on! What the f**k?”

“Sorry sir.” O’Rourke shrugged.

“It is a precaution. There could be a chance that Harry Mudd sent your androids to distract you while he was on board, and we cannot risk a high ranking bridge officer being compromised during this crisis.” T’lan stated coldly.

James looked down at his handcuffs, accepting his fate. “Dammit.” He sighed, “I already spent half a night in these…

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