I just found a friend of my brother's. Kaith to be exact. We're currently ferrying him back to a station where he's accused of murder. He insists he didn't do it, which oddly enough, I'm inclined to believe. Not because his story is convincing or anything... simply because Klingons don't tend to lie about that sort of thing much. They take pride in ( Read more... )

"I hear she gave the position to you," I heard just behind me in the corridor. Sounded like Decker, so I didn't say anything. It didn't take long for him to catch up with me. His stride's a little shorter than mine, but he kept pace easy enough.

"Yep," I answered when it seemed he wasn't going away. I hadn't quite cared for his tone, but elected ( Read more... )

The good news is, Noelle's going to recover. She still looks like hell, but at least she's coherent again. It's a start. She's well enough for bunny pajamas, and she asked me to come see her. In the bastard's quarters. She somehow managed to get the fucker to allow her cat into his quarters. Interesting.

The conversation we had was interesting. At ( Read more... )

I swear, if that man weren't twice my size, he'd be dead right now. And to think I would have fucked him were he not disinclined towards the women folk. As it is, he's lucky he remembered so much of what I taught him when we used to spar all those years ago.

So, things had started out well enough. Ran into Tuck, he volunteered himself to show us ( Read more... )

The first part of the mission, meet up with our contact and find out where we're going, went pretty well. I also got to add another blue notch to my bedpost. What was funny was that the conquest was our contact, and I had met him before. Never expected to have a roll with Sharad when I first met him, but I suppose I am pretty easy when I'm expected ( Read more... )

So it started about a month back. I was in the mess, Spiegel, Stace and Noelle all seemed to be working conflicting shifts, so I was all alone at a table in the corner under the window. Up walked the tall, fair haired, Texas bean pole, and he asked if he could join me. He was easy enough on the eyes, and his pulled pork sandwich smelled good, so I ( Read more... )

Letting this cocky bastard I just met join me in my quarters seemed an odder and odder choice as we went from exchanging conversation about rarity of my natural hair color, why he knows the bastard, and why the bastard is a bastard. I pulled out cheap but drinkable liquor, and he seemed to not care whatever it was I handed him, he just drank from ( Read more... )

They told us about the leave so last minute, we didn't really have much time to plan. I apparently got the early warning, as Commander Sevel mentioned it in passing when asking me to get myself up to date on my fighter craft certifications, two days before leave, and two days before she wanted the certifications up to date. That was one hell of a ( Read more... )

Mak did show up at my quarters later, and while a passable fuck, he was most certainly not worth a second go. Even if he had been, he pissed me off in the middle by pausing to tell me that he and Talbin needed to have another interview with me. There are few things that piss me off more than stopping when I'm on the brink of orgasm, which I had ( Read more... )

Yesterday, during lunch, I'd retreated from the Mess when the bastard showed up and proceeded to plunk his stupid ass down at the table I had been sharing with Spiegel and Noelle. Neither of them seemed put out by it, but neither had been shot in the back by the bastard either, so to each their own. I ended up paying a surprise visit to Giannini ( Read more... )