Author's Note: This is just a bit of fun, if you genuinely like it, I'd love to hear, but most of it is designed to be erotic, yet tongue-in-cheek. Enjoy! * The Puerto Rican sun beat down on the grassy plain and the tropical wind was relentless in its humid torment of the group of travellers. Camilla sighed; this was the part she hated about palaeontolog...
"Captain's Personal Log, Stardate 35276.61, Captain Esek Hrelle, Commanding: the Surefoot is currently engaged in a maintenance and upgrade cycle of a series of automated subspace communications and surveillance buoys within our sector, an opportunity for our cadets to gain practical experience in an extravehicular environment, so we're getting them to suit...
USS Surefoot, Deck 1, Conference Room: Commander T'Varik stood at the end of the room, beside the display listing the key points of the morning meeting. Naturally the Vulcan did not need to refer to the display to remember the points being discussed. "The operation to continue retrofitting the subspace communications buoys in this sector of space is proceed...
"Personal Log, Stardate 49561.36, Sasha Hrelle recording: The Surefoot has arrived at Earth prior to the graduation of the Class of 2372. My class. The cadets and crew are taking the opportunity to catch up with relations or take shore leave. I, however, have... business to attend to. I'm an Adult now, you see. I hope I can manage Adulting. Seems in parts s...
Hrelle was floating in the Void again, the sights and sounds of his encounter with the Bajoran Orb of Tomorrows racing past him, impossible memories of things to come briefly touching his senses, like signposts barely glimpsed at the side of a road while he drove at top speed. He wanted to stop and study them, gain insight, clues, spoilers- how he and his so...
Shuttlecraft Telamon: Sasha changed course once more, avoiding getting caught in the crossfire. She could have put it in the proverbial hands of the autopilot, but the battle around them kept shifting, far more quickly than even a computer can handle. Oh, and now you're superior to a computer, Bubulah? She told herself. You couldn't even tell that your boy...
V The twins came two years later, deep in the night of the seventh day of the seventh month. The midwife spoke softly of how gently the first had come, and how harshly the second; all Anna Podgolskiv could think about was her husband, and what had taken him from this moment. What was love that it could be so easily sundered? A bureaucrat from the city, som...
This is Chapter 3 of Accepted, a continuing story about Sasha Milovic. If you have not read the previous chapters, please check it out before diving in! I had originally written the first three chapters before deciding to submit them, so please be patient as I work on future ones. After seeing how long (or short!) the first two ended up being when publishe...
"Captain's Log, Caitian Date Firemoot 7th, 1218 After Landing, Fleet Captain Ma'Sala Shall, Recording: The CAV Mother's Fury is completing the final tenday of its patrol at the edge of our system, before returning to the Motherworld and taking a well-deserved shore leave. Myself included, of course, albeit reluctantly-" Ma'Sala heard the sound from her Firs...
Dominion Support Vessel 323-742-5669, Hellbaum Sector: Vonbran leaned back in his chair and rubbed his deep violet eyes, fighting off the exhaustion that had been plaguing him for the last several days, the closer they approached the Test Site. He had to make sure that everything was perfect, everything was right. The alternative... the alternative... "Vor...