USS Surefoot-A, Deck 3 Fore, Alpha Squad Quarters, Stardate 49702.79: "The time is 0600 Hours. The time is 0600 Hours. The time is 0600 Hours-" "Acknowledged," surrendered Zir Dassene, though that was her only concession to the arrival of the morning. She continued to lie there in the dark with the others in the room, refusing to get up, at least, not ju...
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This is a follow-up to "Trust Is Earned, Not Given." I was amazed at the eighty-plus responses I received, which ran the gamut from wonderful to terrible. As posters informed me, Loving Wives readers are an intensely critical crowd. I got praised as well as skewered. To those who did the former as well as the latter, thanks for reading and commenting. Appare...
USS Surefoot, Deck 1, Captain's Quarters, 1800 Hours: Captain Hrelle reached down into his bowl and drew out a dark purple, bulbous fruit sprinkled with quinoa. "What in the Seven Hells is this thing?" Sitting across from him, Kami was leaning back in her own chair, cradling a bowl of her own. "Betazoid uttaberries. If you don't like them, don't eat them,...
Ding. "Attention ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned off the seat belt sign and if you should feel the need to move about the cabin you may do so at this time. We do however, encourage you to keep the safety belt fastened while in your seats. Thank you." The voice over the PA was full of authority and just a bit sultry, as the best flight attendant...
This is a follow-up to "When Everything Isn't Enough," published in Romance on 8/28/18. Some readers objected to the category, insisting it should have been in Loving Wives. Conceding their point, I've made amends with "Trust Is Earned, Not Given." ***** Now what? Jenny Yeager keeps asking herself that. She's just returned home to Cleveland from a business...
"USS Surefoot-A, Captain's Log, Stardate 42474.19, Captain Esek Hrelle, Commanding: I LOVE THIS SHIP! Sleek, clean, new, with up-to-date equipment and a fresh new mission ahead of us! I love this New Ship Smell! And, my wife is having my cub! MY SPERM ARE MAGNIFICENT! I shouldn't be so happy. It smacks of tempting Fate. But I can't help myself. To get bac...
USS Surefoot-A, Deck 1 Fore – Officers' Mess 5.5 Hours Until Armageddon: The room was eerily quiet despite the numbers present, readying for the morning shift. Captain Esek Hrelle sat at his regular table with the rest of his family, eating without enjoying it. He expected such a reaction, but also knew enough to eat, regardless of the circumstances, n...
USS Surefoot, Deck 1 Fore -- Bridge: Hrelle swallowed, his stomach plummeting into some hidden vortex as he stared at the viewscreen. The basic attack pattern of the enemy was the same as what the probe data had suggested: a main Dominion ship with a swarm of smaller Scarabs trailing behind like schoolcubs, and Cardassian Galor vessels surrounding the main...
Planet Luntanu, Alpha Squad Campsite, 0810 Hours: Alpha Squad was dismantling the campsite, disposing of their trash and packing up the shelters and equipment for their storage back on the shuttle. Giles hefted one of the heating units, grunting as he quipped, "I think we're taking back more than we brought with us." "That is very true, Friend Giles," Kit...