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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
This work is meant as parody. Star Trek and all the characters are owned by someone else, either CBS, Paramount, or the Roddenberry family. Rule 34 is in use.
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- This story ist part of the Used and Abused Tournament
- It competes against nobody in the R16-3
- Theme: Last Day of Light
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The Fugue
“Captain’s Log, Stardate 2319.8. The Enterprise is delivering an Ambassador to a conference on Akeeli Minor while the shuttlecraft Galileo is en-route to the planet Akeeli Prime to pick up a team of xenoanthropologists observing a pre-warp civilization called the Akeeli. According to reports they are very humanlike, but have evolved a form of telepathy that is affected by environmental conditions. Our last contact with the team came three weeks ago, they are now overdue.”
Ortegas piloted the Shuttlecraft Galileo through Akeeli Prime’s night sky, avoiding local radar. Fortunately there were enough gaps for the experienced pilot to get the shuttle under the radar, even if it meant kissing the tree tops on their way to the duckblind.
In the shuttle, Lt. Ortegas sat in the left pilot seat while Number One sat in the command seat. Number One, a.k.a. Commander Una Chin Riley, looked to the rear of the shuttle. The away team consisted of Spock, Sam Kirk, Nurse Chapel, Lt. Scott, Lt. La’an, and Ensign Uhura. She trusted all of them to do their jobs. Erica Ortegas is the best natural pilot this side of Starbase 1. The half-Vulcan Spock is cool under pressure. Sam knows more about the survey than the rest of the team combined. Christine Chapel is an experienced trauma nurse. Scotty, as Pelia called him, is a genius with tech and could build a tricorder out of two rocks and a pine cone. La’an is the toughest woman on the ship, and Uhura is a polyglot who knows all Federation communication protocols backwards and forwards. This is why the senior staff went on these away missions, they were the best at what they do.
“How long until we reach the duckblind?”
“About 5 minutes, Commander.” Ortegas said, keeping her eyes on the horizon. The shuttle banked quick through several old growth trees. Una saw a smirk form on Erica’s face. She was showing off.
A few minutes later the shuttle approached a landing near cliff. As the away team exited the shuttle, Una spoke up.
“La’an, look for any other way in. Sam, go with her. Spock, are we alone? Uhura, any sign of the team?”
Spock looked into his tricorder. “Readings are inconclusive, the atmosphere is interfering with our equipment.”
“I’m reading one communicator coming from the duckblind, no response.” Uhura pointed to their destination. The duckblind was built into the cliff, about 10 meters up. The climb was rough, but doable. There had to be another entrance they didn’t know about yet.
Sam Kirk walked with La’an, pointing to something behind a thorny bush. It was a hatch that led to some very steep steps. La’an opened it.
“Found the front door.” La’an said in her British accent. It was dark but as she walked in, the emergency lighting activated, guiding her path. Sam followed her. As much as he tried, he couldn’t help but notice how nice her ass looked in those tight black pants.
La’an opened the upper hatch to the duckblind, securing their entry. As she entered, the lights came on around the facility. It was small, about the size of an office with a series of displays along three walls. A hallway led further into the cliff. La’an and Sam established themselves as the rest of the away team followed them up. The space was getting cramped.
Sam looked through some PADD’s lying on a desk as Uhura went through the remaining rooms. Spock joined her as Scotty assessed the tech situation.
“No one is here.” Spock said.
“Nothing broken at first glance, looks like someone turned the bloody thing off and locked it. Gimme a sec.” Scotty did something to the computer and had access to the system logs. From there, he backdoored his way into the main OS and unlocked it. “That should do it.”
Una played the last few weeks of mission reports and logs on the main display. The mission reports were sent each week, but she noticed something strange. The next month of reports were queued up and ready to go.
“Why would a survey team prepare so many reports for automatic filing?” Una asked.
“Probably were planning on being busy, maybe on vacation.” Sam added. “Won't know until we review those reports as well.”
They played through a series of survey logs covering the nearby city’s buildup to the Fugue and the Last Night of Light Festival. There was a peculiar pattern to the logs. As they went further, the scientists seemed more distracted and easily flustered. The last 4 were interesting. The first of those showed the married couple watching the festivities from high-altitude drones and enjoying each other as they watched random sexual encounters in the streets. The next was one of the young women, Kendall, reporting that the long nights made her feel very horny, and it only went away during the few hours of light they received. The entry after that showed the married couple holding down the other scientist, Blue Chambers, while Kendall stripped and fucked her, much to Blue’s protests. The final entry appears to be made by Blue shortly after.
“If anyone sees this, I think they’ve gone crazy. The longer the nights get, the hornier they get. I seem to not be as affected. I hoped that being in this duckblind would protect me, but the Johnson’s insist on going outside for hours at a time. Kendall’s doing their bidding, and last night all three of them raped me. It’s the atmosphere and proximity to the city that’s causing this. I tried to get them to stay inside and leave me be, but they refuse. I locked them out, but they forced their way back in. It’s like all rational thought escaped them. Going deeper into the caves might help. If anyone sees this, I’m heading deep down into the caves, hopefully before I get the Fugue. I catch myself feeling flush even as I speak.”
Una looked around the room at her away team. She didn’t know how long until they were affected.
“Scotty, get whatever you can from the databanks. Spock, you and Chapel search the caves, see if you can find anyone hiding in there. Sam, La’an, search the countryside looking for any nearby settlements. They might be hiding with the locals. Ortegas, you and Uhura take a Birdseye view, coordinate everything from the shuttle.”
Everyone split off to their separate duties. Una watched, wondering if they could complete the mission before succumbing to this planet’s effects.
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Spock and Nurse Chapel made their way to the cave entrance about half a kilometer away. Christine could tell something was off with Spock just a couple minutes into their walk. She knew him well enough to know when something bothered him.
“What’s wrong?”
Spock bit his lip, a very human-like reaction to his conundrum. “The tricorder is still having trouble in this atmosphere. I am finding this very penetrating.”
“Penetrating?” Chapel asked, placing why he was bothered. “Got something on your mind?” She smiled at him, hoping he’d pick up on her obvious flirting. She walked closer to him, taking in his scent.
“Infuriating. Fascinating. It’s… I believe that we are beginning to feel the effects of the Fugue. Please perform a medical scan.”
Nurse Chapel pulled out her medical tricorder to scan both of them. “Heightened heartbeat, flushed skin, dilated pupils, faster breathing, and blood flow to your cock is increasing. Medically speaking, you’re hornier than a Rigelian Toad.”
“And you?” Spock asked, forcing himself to stay calm as he looked at Christine in her near skintight white Starfleet Medical uniform, his eyes lingering longer than he liked on her feminine form.
“I don’t need a scanner to know I want to jump your bones the first chance I get. It seems the atmosphere is affecting us. Either the effect is stronger than we anticipated…”
“Or we’re near a settlement that is amplifying these feelings.” Spock said. “I suggest we get to cover soon. The cave entrance is over there, about 50 meters away.”
Nurse Chapel couldn’t hold back any longer. She kissed Spock and grabbed his crotch. “Meet you over there.” She sprinted off, Spock following shortly behind her.
It was only as she dropped her medical bag at the mouth of the cave that she realized something. She could synthesize a hormone supplement to hold back these urges. That thought lasted just long enough for Spock to catch her and push her up against the cave wall in an embrace as they hungrily pulled each other’s uniform off.
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Ortegas and Uhura made their way to the shuttle. Ortegas could feel herself getting flustered just from the walk across the field, and checking out the cute Ensign’s legs and ass in that red miniskirt and thigh high boots sure didn’t help her focus. They’d been on the surface less than an hour and she was already the horniest she’s been in months. Dirty thoughts entered her mind. Push her up against a bulkhead, eat her fine black ass, sit on her face for a week, it all rushed into her mind. From the time Uhura opened the shuttle door to when she walked in, Erica made up her mind.
“Lt. Commander, I-“ Ortegas cut off the Ensign with a rough kiss as soon as they were both in the shuttle. Uhura was in shock, and tried to push away as Ortegas backed her up against the wall of the shuttle, hitting a button to raise the exterior hatch. By the time Uhura could comprehend everything, her skirt was up around her waist, Erica’s hand was between her legs, and panties pushed to the side.
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La’an and Sam traveled half a kilometer through a light forest before reaching a road. La’an asked Sam 3 times which way they should go before he answered East, in the direction of the next big city. La’an was pissed at this man for being so incompetent, so indecisive, and so, so…
So much like his brother Jim. She unconsciously crossed her legs hoping the extra pressure would grant her a little relief from what was overtaking her. She knew the planet would affect her mood but she had no idea that it would be this overpowering this soon. Maybe an hour in the open air and she was trying everything she could to get her mind off anything sexy, only to fail spectacularly as Sam reminded her just enough of a version of a man she fell in love with on an alternate Earth. She’s thought of him ever since, and even when he let her down in the nicest way possible during that event with the random singing and dancing, she’s still thought of him. She’d think of how dumb Sam was, and that just made her think of Jim, which turned her on more.
As they walked down the road, she heard Sam talking to himself. She tried not to hear it, but eventually Sam’s repeat “I have a wife” over and over again grated her nerves. At least she wasn’t the only one going through this.
La’an lost track of how long they’d walked when they heard a commotion coming from up ahead. They made their way behind some shrubbery in front of a collection of houses. She wasn’t prepared for what she saw.
In the street ahead underneath a sign that read “Last Night of Light” was an orgy. Maybe 60 men and women were coupled in various ways. While most were paired off, the most disturbing to her was seeing Dr. Staci Johnson held down by four men as another fucked her and three more stood in line. Next to her, Kendall was taking two cocks at once while screaming for mercy.
La’an felt something inside her twist before she felt a hand on her hip.
“Sam, take your hand off my bum before I break it.” It lingered for a moment longer before Sam pulled himself together and withdrew his hand.
“Sorry. What do we do? Is this a rescue mission or a surveillance operation?” Sam asked. La’an looked at him with confusion.
“What, like walk over there and join the orgy?”
“We don’t have to join, just… mingle.”
“Mingle? How does one mingle at an orgy?”
Sam shrugged. “I don’t know. We go over there, hang around, see if they have anything to drink. Talk about whatever comes up. Okay, bad phrasing. Look, we have to come back with the scientists one way or another, and I’d rather not shoot the whole town. Hopefully they’ll wear themselves out and we can call for a pickup.”
La’an sighed. “Fine. We’ll ‘mingle’. But if someone gets too frisky, I will shoot them. Phasers set to stun.”
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Scotty made quick work of the databanks and had those backed up in minutes. He knew something was wrong. This job took him twice as long to perform. What takes a normal engineer 2 hours took him an hour instead of the normal 30 minutes. He had a hard time focusing on his work. As much as he tried, he couldn’t help but check out Commander Riley as she worked at the desk next to him. It didn’t hurt that he had a great view of her legs from his position under the desk, and that she wore her skirt uniform today. More than once he caught himself going through a mental teardown of the dilithium matrix to keep his mind on work and not Number One’s hand mindlessly wandering between her legs. He’d finished the job a while ago, realigning the same duotronic processing unit a dozen times as her fingers slid into her tights and played with her pussy. He was afraid to move, not sure if she remembered that he was there. Just as her ministrations were about to reach a crescendo, she stopped and stood up. The next thing he knew, he was dragged from under the desk. Una stood over him, unbuckling her belt.
“The pants. Lose’em.
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Chapel moaned as Spock fucked her in a standing position, her back banging against the cave wall. Her legs wrapped around his tight torso and ass helped him stay in her as she held on for dear life. The sweat poured off her body as she came on his cock for the third time in a row. She felt Spock shake and tense right before he grunted and convulsed, shooting his load deep inside her. It took him a moment to catch his breath as the realization of what just happened came over them.
“That was highly unexpected. I feel that we may only have a few minutes to regain our composure.” He said as he tried to find his pants in the cave.
“Humans call it post-nut clarity. But yeah, don’t know how long we’ll have until we’re overcome again.” Christine said, looking for something in her medical bag to clean herself up with. “Might have an hour, or just a few minutes, but that should give us enough time to figure out our next steps and maybe find the missing scientist.”
“Agreed. We should head deeper into the cave. I believe I can now compensate for the interference and detect life signs much easier.” Spock said as he pulled on his shirt.
“I have a hypospray ready to go. You feel overcome, let me know. Same goes for me too.” Christine said as she pulled on her pants.
A minute later, the pair were dressed and headed into the cave. It took them another fifteen minutes to find a naked woman masturbating with a banana. They waited an uncomfortably long time for the petite blonde to finish before approaching.
“Dr. Blue Chambers, I presume.” Spock said. The young woman nearly jumped out of her skin as she scrambled to find something to cover up with.
“Wh-who are you?”
Nurse Chapel stepped forward. “We're from Starfleet. We’re here for your pickup. Where’s the rest of the team?”
Blue shifted for a moment. “They went to the nearest town yesterday. Said it was to ‘observe festivities’ for Last Night of Light, but they’ve lost all reason to the Fugue. Probably in the middle of an orgy by now. Where’s your ship?”
“Our shuttle’s nearby.” Chapel said.
“How long after sexual activity does it take for the Fugue to overpower one’s thoughts and senses?” Spock asked, as cold and logical as possible, given the situation.
“Varies.” Blue said, standing to get dressed in her gray jumpsuit. “There’s usually a moment of clarity after for at least 15 minutes, but the urges come back again. It’s a constant state of horniness.”
“Just like being a teenager again.” Chapel said.
“Except it doesn’t go away, just ebbs like a tide. The natives developed the sense enough that after a while they need to rest, eat, and relax, but we’re not used to it. Our bodies didn’t evolve in this constant horny assault, so it takes a lot out of us. It’s like being in an never ending porn.”
As Blue finished dressing, Chapel approached with the hypospray. “Here.” A quick shot in the neck later, and Blue felt more clear headed than she had in weeks.
“Thanks.” Chapel injected herself and Spock with the serum to keep them clear headed for the walk out of the cave. Spock attempted to raise anyone on the team with his communicator. Blue ate the banana.
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Ortegas and Uhura ignored the sound of the communicators over the sounds of their moans as they scissored on the floor. They’d long shed their uniforms and spent the last hour enjoying each other’s bodies. Uhura was very reluctant, but Ortegas kissing and fingering her silenced her complaints.
It was only after Uhura came for the third time that she heard the communicator go off. Just as she grabbed it, they both heard a pounding on the shuttle’s door.
“Spock to Galileo, respond. We are outside with one of the scientists.
Uhura flipped her communicator open and responded. “Um, uh, Uhura here sir. Having difficulty opening the door, give us a minute.” She hoped that would buy her and Ortegas enough time to get dressed.
“I believe I can open it from the outside.” Spock said.
“No no, you don’t need to-“ Just as Uhura tried to dissuade the Vulcan, the door whooshed open.
Spock, Chapel, and Dr. Blue Chambers stood at the rear hatchway as Uhura and Ortegas rushed to grab their clothes.
“Seriously, can’t you take a hint?” Ortegas said, pulling up her pants, skipping her panties.
Chapel walked forward with the hypospray and gave them both a shot. “This will clear your head for a few minutes.” Ortegas was closer and got hers first. Uhura was next as she straightened out her skirt uniform.
Ortegas looked around, realizing she was senior officer. “Sitrep.”
“We found Dr. Chambers in the caves. There is a settlement nearby, she believes that is where the rest of her team is located.” Spock said.
“They’re probably in the middle of, well, ‘festivities’.” Blue said.
“Banging like rabbits.” Ortegas said as she slipped her uniform top on.
“Exactly.” Chapel said.
“How long do we have?”
“About 12 hours. Tonight’s the Last Night of Light. The sun will come back up, but only for a bout 20 minutes. After that, it’s going to be dark for the next month. It’s the last night that the sun is strong enough to disperse the interference long enough for everyone to act normal again. And someone will notice a bunch of humans dressed weird in their orgy.” Blue said as Ortegas weighed her options.
“Uhura?”
“No response from the rest of the away team. Number One and Scotty are still in the duckblind. La’an and Sam are a couple kilometers to the east.”
“That’s North Blumpkin. Little town on the road to Rorsha, closest city.” Blue said.
“Sir, incoming transmission. It’s La’an, patching her through.”
“We… found… the… team… need…extraction.” La’an's words were strained with effort. The sounds of sex were easily distinguishable in the background.
“We read you Commander. We’ll be airborne shortly.” Uhura said.
“Take your time! No hurries!” Sam said in the background as grunting came from much closer to the communicator.
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Scotty couldn’t believe his eyes. Or his hands, or his mouth or cock. Number One told him to lose the pants as she took off her uniform and mounted him. She rode him like a woman possessed, giving him the best fuck of his life, fucking him for nearly an hour. It took all of his concentration and memorizing the plasma conduit cleaning protocol to not bust a nut.
When she scratched his chest and screamed as she came on his cock, he couldn’t hold back any further. Scotty let out a moan as he came inside his XO, painting her womb with a massive load of cum.
As they were coming down from their session, he heard their communicators go off. She grabbed hers and had it open while he was still fumbling for his. They overheard the conversation between La’an and Uhura.
“Riley to Uhura, swing by and pick us up on your way over. We’ll be ready outside in 5 minutes.”
“Yes sir.” Una closed the communicator and turned to Scotty, who was trying to put his pants back on. “This…”
“Ya, it’s the planet causing this. I’m not saying a word.” Scotty said.
“Good.” Una quickly grabbed her uniform and within two minutes was dressed. Two minutes after that, they were outside the duckblind. The shuttle stopped to pick them up, Chapel coming out and hitting them with the hypospray on their way into the shuttle.
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How does one mingle at an orgy? For Sam and La’an, very awkwardly. No one noticed the pair approach the Last Night of Light festival until they were only meters away. Two naked, happy, and horny men approached them with some bottled beer and wished them a merry time.
Sam gladly drank, as he hoped it would distract from how horny he was, and how hot his fellow officer La’an is. It didn’t. The beer just made things worse. Within minutes, he shed his clothes and was fooling around with a pair of locals while waiting in line fuck Dr. Staci.
La’an’s definition of mingle must have gotten lost in the translation matrix, because instead of hanging out, she decked the first man that grabbed her ass. And the second. When she was about to pull out her phaser, she paused and thought about two things. The first was how bad it would look if she shot up an entire town and how badly this would violate the Prime Directive.
The second was something she never told anyone. She loved being dominated. She craved a strong man, or men, to take charge and let her be soft and feminine. She still carried a bit of the augmented DNA from her ancestor, Khan Noonien-Singh which always made her an outcast and a target for bullies. La’an had to be strong at all times, but deep down she just wanted to let go.
La’an assessed the situation. This was her chance. No matter how tough and well trained she was, she couldn’t hold off 20 horny men trying to rape her. And is it really rape if she goes along with it?
She took off her weapon belt and laid it on the ground and took up a defensive posture. “You want to fuck me? You gotta earn it.”
Some people use soft music and candlelight to get in the mood. La’an uses MMA. The first man to come up to her caught a knee to the gut, second an elbow to the neck. When they used gang tactics to surround her, they saw their first success in getting her to the ground, but then found out that Starfleet uniforms are much tougher than the fabrics they’re used to. It took three men to unbuckle and pull off her pants and boots while a couple others held her down. La’an used this to kick a couple of the men and headscissor flip one into another. This freed her arms enough that the other men let go and she kipped up into a fighting stance. 10 men surrounded her, most rubbing their wounds and sporting hard-ons.
La’an smiled as she pulled off her uniform top, standing only in a black bra and thong panties.
The first man stepped forward from the left, and she parried his attack with a chop to the gut and judo flip. As she recovered from the flip, two more men approached from the front and grappled her arms. A third man came behind her and kicked her legs out from beneath her, causing her to lose her balance. Those men held her up by her arms as the man behind her grabbed her panties and pulled them aside.
A moment later, La’an felt that man’s cock push into her pussy. She grumbled and grunted as the man fucked her. He didn’t last long, pulling out after maybe a minute and spraying his load all over her ass. Another man took up position behind her and took his time fucking her. Again and again. She counted 7 men fucking her before they changed positions and they fucked her on her back on the ground. It was the eleventh man that caught her attention.
Sam.
After he busted a nut by jerking off on Dr. Staci’s face, he came to his senses a bit and realized they needed to get out of here. Unfortunately when he tried his communicator, it was damaged. During La’an’s ‘foreplay’ it was smashed upside some guy’s head. He grabbed La’an's but it wouldn’t unlock without her DNA signature. If he made a scene he’d get them both beaten up, so he palmed her communicator and waited his turn in line. He was horny again by the time his turn came up in line, but still had enough sense to slide it into La’an's hand. He fucked her for a minute before he flipped her over into doggystyle. This gave La’an a chance to activate it and cover her mouth.
“We… found… the… team… need…extraction.” La’an's words were strained with effort. The sounds of sex were easily distinguishable in the background.
“We read you Commander. We’ll be airborne shortly.” Uhura said.
“Take your time! No hurries!” Sam said in the background as grunting came from much closer to the communicator.
Sam kept fucking La’an, taking his sweet time. He had a plan, as long as he could waste enough time until the shuttle was nearby.
While the natives were used to flight, they’ve never seen a Starfleet shuttle hover in the air. They panicked and froze when the bright lights shone on them. The only two expecting it were Sam and La’an. They used the distraction to their advantage. Sam pulled out of La’an and blocked the townsfolk from following her as she grabbed her phaser. She made quick work of the crowd with a few well-placed shots to the bigger men, then set it to wide beam and stunned the rest of the crowd as the shuttle landed and the hatch opened. Number One, Scotty, Spock, Uhura, and Blue ran straight to the group of unconscious people looking for the rest of the survey team. Chapel administered the hypospray to La’an and Sam, then joined the others. Sam gathered their clothes and gear as La’an covered their escape.
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The trip home was awkward. La’an spent most of the trip trying to keep it together after being raped by ten men before she dressed. The scientists were confused as to how they ended up here before Blue filled them in. Ortegas was glad Uhura was not with her in the cockpit. Chapel and Spock kept smirking at each other. The only pair that wasn’t caught fucking was Scotty and Una, but that’s only because they didn’t get caught. Una was busy writing her report while everyone else just sat there in silence. At least until Ortegas spoke up.
“So, we wanna get our stories straight? Just saying, stuff happened that-“
“It was the planet.” Chapel said, cutting her off.
“Agreed. We have scans so that we can study the cause and effects.” Spock added.
“I’d rather not talk about what happened.” La’an said.
“Okay.” Sam said, putting his hand on La’an’s shoulder.
“What happens on Akeeli Prime, stays on Akeeli Prime.” Ortegas said as she approached the Enterprise.
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“Captain’s Log, Supplemental. The Enterprise has recovered the survey team from Akeeli Prime and we are transporting them to Starbase 18 for investigation into ethical violations.”
Number One stood at attention in front of Captain Pike as he read the report in the Ready Room.
“So, The Johnson’s recruited two young women to join them, knowing that they’d fall to the Fugue.”
“Yes sir. Their whole plan was to screw the women for months. They’ve done this for years, but they had a problem with their subspace transmitter. Mr. Scott found that their logs show they submitted their reports but they never transmitted. They had the next two months of reports ready to go. If it wasn’t for the down transmitter, they’d have gotten away with it.” Una said.
“Speaking of that… How’s everyone doing?”
“La’an’s taking her frustrations out in the gym, everyone has counseling sessions scheduled, and the scientists are recovering in sickbay.”
“And you Number One?”
“I’ll be fine. It’s not every day I sexually assault a fellow officer. Might make my visits to Engineering awkward for a while, but I’ll think we’ll be good. In the meantime, I’d like to not interact with Mr. Scott for at least a week.”
“Approved. Now, go get some rest.” Pike said as he finished reading the reports.
“Yes sir.” Number One dismissed herself and left the Captain alone to peruse the ‘spicy’ sections of the report in private.
