3 comments/ 39539 views/ 9 favorites Enterprise: Between the Scenes 01 By: philsogood69 Broken Bow Between the Scenes Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Paramount Studios. No money is being made and no infringement is intended. Hoshi Sato, a trim, attractive young asian woman stood in front of an open air classroom at Amazon University in the Brazilian jungle. Though only in her mid-twenties, Hoshi was already the leading exo-linguist on Earth and professor of advanced alien linguistics. Dressed in a red tank top and white shorts that accentuated her figure she did not look like a typical professor. The heat of the jungle made more formal clothing impractical, but her top which clung to her bare breasts was a bit too informal. But then again, Hoshi enjoyed the attention her male students gave her. The young professor looked down at the twenty or so human students who sat on benches in this classroom surrounded by the lush tropical foliage. They spoke in unison trying to master an alien language containing clicks and bizarre guttural sounds. “Ghlungit!tak nekl.ee!c.” ”Very good,” Hoshi encouraged them. “Again.” ”Ghlun~it!tak nekleet.” Hoshi called to one student in the first row. “Carlos.” Carlos a well built handsome student tore his eyes off his professor’s pert breasts and recited the next phrase alone. ”Ltrunghi!krgltt!” Hoshi corrected one specific word. She did so with a sound that seemed almost impossible for a human to make. “!krgltt!” Carlos attempted to repeat it, but couldn't quite get it quite right. ”!krgltt!” Hoshi tried to help. “Tighten the back of your tongue.” She recalled the last time she was with Carlos. He had been pumping his stiff rod into her mouth and she had tightened the back of her tongue. It was enough to push him over the edge and he had convulsed as his hot semen filled her throat and mouth. She would have to have another special tutoring session with him right after class. Teaching did have its perks she thought to herself. ”!kr~ltt!” As Carlos futilely attempted to get the word right, Hoshi noticed Captain Archer standing at the back of the class. He wore a muted Hawaiian shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. ”Keep trying,” she encouraged him. “You've almost got it. I'll be right back.” Hoshi warmly greeted Archer then they went for a walk in the jungle. Archer explained that he needed her back on the Enterprise within three days. “There's two more weeks before exams,” Hoshi explained. “It's impossible for me to leave now.” ”You've got to have someone who can cover for you.” “I'm sorry, Captain. I owe it to these kids.” Hoshi thought about the numerous “special” private tutoring sessions she had planned with various male students in her class before the exams. She also realized that on a starship she wouldn’t have the same opportunities or freedom to satisfy her voracious sexual appetite. Though she appeared demure and reserved on the surface, underneath, she seethed with tremendous sexual energy. Archer removed a small recorder from his breast pocket, and tapped a button. Hoshi heard a man speaking in a coarse guttural language. Hoshi was immediately intrigued. The language sounded so masculine and raw. “What's that?” she asked. ”Klingon. Ambassador Soval gave us a sampling of their linguistic database.” “I thought you said the Vulcans were opposed to this.” “They are. But we agreed to make a few... compromises.” Hoshi listened to the Klingon voice. These people sounded very hot blooded and passionate. She flushed and became aroused as she continued to listen. The real reason she became an exo-linguist was the opportunity to make contact with different aliens, physical contact if at all possible. She had studied exobiology and the thought of all the variety of aliens the universe had to offer and the pleasure they could show her was too much to pass up. Despite her misgivings about space travel, the thought of sexual contact with hundreds of different alien species pushed her to volunteer to serve on the Enterprise, the first human starship. As an exo-linguist, she had access to restricted information in the Vulcan database, but had not read anything about Klingons. “What do you know about these... Klingons?” she asked. ”Not much. An empire of warriors with eighty poly-guttural dialects constructed on an adaptive syntax.” Archer replied. ”Turn it up.” Archer tapped a control, and handed the recorder to her. The Klingon voice got louder. As Hoshi listened Archer continued. ”Think about it. You'd be the first human to talk to these people. Do you really want someone else to do it?” Hoshi looked at Archer thinking that she’d not only like to be the first to talk to them, but to be the first human to make intimate contact with a Klingon. “Okay. You’ve got me. Just give me two days to give my students a final overall exam and then I’ll be ready to go.” Archer left Hoshi who returned to her class, her mind spinning with all that she had to do. She had 48 hours and 12 male students she needed to have one on one sessions with. She told the class that she had to leave earlier than expected and that they needed to send her their final exam for grading. As the class dispersed, she called to Carlos. “Carlos. I need you to help me with something.” As Hoshi led him into the jungle, she turned on the recorder and played the Klingon voice for Carlos. “Listen to this….” She led him far enough until they were surrounded by thick foliage. She stopped and turned to Carlos. “But I didn’t bring you here just so you could hear the Klingon language.” Hoshi kneeled in front of her student, jerked his shorts down and took his flaccid penis into her mouth. Her free hand held the recorder which provided a guttural backdrop that she found so arousing. Carlos quickly responded to her oral ministrations and was soon thrusting his erection deep into his professor’s mouth. She stood, pulled her shorts off in one swift movement, and bent over, her hands resting on a tree trunk. “I need you now.” Carlos didn’t need any more encouragement. He placed his erect staff at the entrance of her wet canal and thrust deeply, burying himself to the hilt. He set up a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out as his hands wandered up her body. He slid his hands under her shirt and cupped both breasts, squeezing them as he played with her nipples. Hoshi groaned with pleasure as the pressure in her pelvis grew with each thrust, accentuated by the electrical shocks of pleasure from her nipples. She closed her eyes, listening to the Klingon voice, fantasizing that it was a Klingon behind her ravishing her body. That image pushed her higher and higher until her body convulsed with pleasure. “Oh, mmmmm, yess, nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng! Carlos held on tight to her bucking hips and continued to pound her until he too erupted, spurting his seed deep inside of Hoshi. As the young professor came down from her orgasm, she was already planning ahead. Eleven more students and so little time. As Carlos’ shrinking penis slipped out of her she thought maybe she could squeeze in one more meeting with Carlos before she left. The next two days flew by all too quickly and when Hoshi finally boarded the shuttle to take her to the Enterprise, she felt a wonderful soreness between her shapely legs. This will have to tide me over for awhile she thought to herself. Hoshi met the rest of the crew and all too soon, the Enterprise was off on her maiden voyage. Space travel was more nerve wracking than Hoshi had expected. The Enterprise was a new ship with new technology. What if something went wrong? They were the only human ship in this part of space. There would be no help close by. Hoshi was also very sensitive to noises and subtle vibrations and any changes brought those fears to the front. Was that noise normal or the sound of something starting to malfunction? The only thing that kept her going was the thought that she might be able to meet Klaang, the Klingon passenger on their ship. Unfortunately, he was unconscious and no one had been able to talk to him. T’Pol didn’t help with her condescending attitude. Hoshi was about to let her have a piece of her mind when Doctor Phlox called Archer on the bridge. “Captain, the Klingon is regaining consciousness.” Archer had Hoshi accompany him to sickbay where a security guard with a plasma rifle stood at the door. Klaang was strapped to the bio-bed. She had seen pictures of Klingons and had been reviewing the linguistic database, but it had not prepared her for seeing a Klingon in the flesh. Even restrained, the Klingon gave off an aura of power, passion, and strength. Hoshi was already jumpy and on edge and now she was being thrown into a situation where she was responsible for conducting the first contact for humans with Klingons. For better or worse, this would set the tone for the relationship between these two peoples. And to make things worse, the translator wasn’t working. “What’s wrong?” Archer asked her. “The translator’s not locking onto his dialect… the syntax won’t align.” She also felt tremendous pressure to prove to Archer that she was a capable exo-linguist. Hoshi gamely translated without the use of the translator, relying on her natural talents and understanding of languages. She managed to convey the gist of what was being said. Suddenly, chameleon like aliens called the Suliban attacked. They dropped from the ceiling, and attacked the crew. Hoshi was pushed to the ground and when the lights came up, Klaang was gone, kidnapped by the Suliban. The crew of the Enterprise tracked a Suliban ship to the Suliban mother ship where they found Klaang. Archer set off a magnetic disruptor that enabled Tucker, the ship’s engineer, and Klaang escape to the Enterprise. Archer was then rescued just in time by the transporter. Archer materialized on the Transporter pad. He stumbled forward, stopping his forward motion, and realized what just happened. Tucker, at the Transporter control station, spoke into the com. “Bridge, we've got him!” He turned to Archer. “Sorry, Captain. We had no other choice.” Archer patted himself to make sure that he was still in one piece. “Well, all the pieces seem to be here. Tell Hoshi to meet me in sick bay.” Archer took the turbolift to the sickbay as the Enterprise jumped to warp. He met Hoshi just outside sickbay. “Good to have you back, Captain,” said a relieved Hoshi. “It’s good to be back. But we still have a lot of work to do. I need you to stay with Klaang and do whatever it takes to get the Klingon language down before we get to Kronos. We don’t want any misunderstandings when we arrive.” “I’ll do my best.” They entered sickbay. Klaang sat on the edge of the bio-bed wearing a loose fitting blue shirt and pants. Doctor Phlox had just examined him. Two security guards stood at the door with phase rifles at the ready. Other wounded crew members sat or lay on the other beds. “How is he?” Phlox looked up at Archer. “He’s actually in very good health. There’s really no need for me to keep him here any longer and I need the space for the other wounded crewmen.” “Excellent.” Archer turned to Hoshi. “Tell Klaang to follow us.” Hoshi spoke to him in Klingon. “Come with us.” Archer and Hoshi led Klaang to the guest quarters, flanked by the two guards. Hoshi kept looking back at Klaang checking him out. She was feeling less anxious and more sure of herself than when they last met. Klaang walked behind the captain and his communications officer. He had learned from the Suliban that these people from earth were on their first interstellar trip. They looked soft and weak, but he found the earth female surprisingly attractive. Klaang let his eyes roam over her body trying to guess what was underneath her uniform. It had been a while since he had been with a woman. He let his gaze linger over the swell of her breasts and the curve of her bottom. Hoshi found herself enjoying the attention. This was a language with which she had much experience. She swayed her hips seductively knowing Klaang was watching. He felt a stirring in his loins as Hoshi teased him. They entered a spartan but comfortable room. The guards took their positions next to the door on the inside of the room. “This is your room,” Hoshi said in Klingon. “Why am I being treated like a prisoner?” Klaang asked, pointing to the guards. “They are…” Hoshi struggled with this unfamiliar language. “they are to protect you.” “Ha. A Klingon needs no protection. We are warriors.” “I understand. But there is no choice. And I need you to help so we can learn you language.” “No. I will not help as long as I’m a prisoner.” “You are not a prisoner.” “As long as there are guards, I am a prisoner.” “Look, there’s nothing we can do.” Klaang didn’t respond. He crossed his arms and stood defiantly. Exasperated, Hoshi explained the situation to Archer. Archer looked at Klaang, sized him up, then came to a decision. “Tell Klaang that he is free to go where he pleases as long as someone accompanies him whenever he leaves his room. However, if there is even the slightest hint of his betraying our trust, we will let the Suliban have him. That should keep him in line.” Hoshi struggles with the translation. Klaang barked back a reply, paused as he let his eyes wander down her body, then uttered one last sentence. “I think understands, but he will only agree if I am the one to accompany him at all times.” Archer looked at his com officer. “Think you can handle it?” “Yes sir. This may be our best chance to get a more personal and in depth look into these people.” “Very well.” He turned to the guards. “You’re dismissed.” The guards exited, and as Archer left, he told Hoshi, “If you need anything we’re only a comlink away.” Then Hoshi and Klaang were alone. “So, what do you want from me?” Klaang asked. “I want you to talk to me so I can learn your language,” Hoshi replied. Klaang stepped closer to her. “That is not all you want.” “You’re right. I want to know more about Klingons.” Klaang moved even closer to her until he was standing right in front of her. He stared down at her soft body, smelling her female fragrance. Hoshi looked up at him, somewhat apprehensively, but feeling a surge of pure physical attraction to this Klingon who was the embodiment of masculinity. Her pupils dilated as her breathing quickened. “I know what you really want. I see it in your eyes. But are you strong enough to withstand nga'chug with a Klingon?” Hoshi wasn’t exactly sure what “nga'chug” meant, but she had a pretty good idea. However, she didn’t know how to proceed because she was on new ground here, never having had much experience interacting with aliens beyond Vulcans and Dr. Phlox, a Denobulan. And she had not been trying to seduce them. She couldn’t be sure what would be acceptable behavior with a Klingon so she decided to play dumb. “Nga’chug? I’m afraid I don’t know the meaning of that term.” “I think you do.” With that, Klaang grabbed the front of her uniform, ripped it apart, and pulled the tattered top down leaving her naked from the waist up. He grabbed one breast and kneaded it roughly, pinching her nipple. He took the other breast into his mouth and sucked and then bit viciously, enough to elicit a squeak of pain from Hoshi. Hoshi was overwhelmed by the Klingon’s primal sexual intensity. She stood passively as he ravaged her breasts. He shoved her roughly to her knees. The material over his groin was tented up. Before Hoshi could react, Klaang pulled out his enormous penis. It was 12 inches long and the there were parallel ridges down the side of the shaft, similar to the ridges on his forehead. Hoshi took it in one hand and stroked up and down, making it swell even harder. She leaned forward and took it in her mouth. Klaang grabbed her head and shoved his penis deep into her mouth, almost making her gag. His viselike grip on her head didn’t allow her to move so Hoshi relaxed the back of her throat to accommodate him. The Klingon penis was soon being thrust down her throat. The realization that she was the first human to have sexual contact with this alien race aroused Hoshi. She also found herself enjoying being used by this brutal alien and was completely wet with desire. Klaang was impressed by the ability of this human female to orally satisfy him. He continued to shove his penis deep into her mouth. It had been too long since he had been satisfied and all too soon, he could feel the pressure building in his loins. He growled in time with his thrusts then roared as he felt his seed shooting deep into the mouth of this human female. Hoshi heard Klaang’s guttural shout and felt his hot semen fill her mouth. It had a distinct pungent taste, different from human semen, but not at all unpleasant. She swallowed as fast as she could, but she wasn’t prepared for the volume. Klaang’s penis kept pumping out the semen and some of it spilled out of her mouth and dribbled onto her breasts. Hoshi felt slightly frustrated because she felt an aching void that needed to be filled and thought that the Klingon would now be finished with her. But to her surprise, the Klingon erection did not diminish after his ejaculation. It remained stiff as he pulled it out of her mouth. She licked the semen from her lips and looked up at Klaang. He glowered at her and backhanded her across the face. The blow took Hoshi by surprise and she fell to her side stunned. Klaang reached down and yanked her suit past her hips to her knees, trapping them. He then grabbed her hips and lifted her so that she was on her feet, but bent over at the waist. He placed the tip of his penis at the entrance of her wet opening and rammed his erection into her in one motion. He then savagely thrust into her, filling her with his immense rod of flesh. Hoshi felt the Klingon push deep inside of her, withdraw and plunge again and again, stimulating her nerves in her pelvis with his pistoning action. The bulbous head of his penis rubbed against her G-spot and the ridges provided added stimulation to her clitoris. Klaang reached forward and grabbed both breasts and roughly squeezed them rubbing her nipples between his fingers. She moaned and pushed back against Klaang in tempo to his thrusting. The waves of pleasure built up in her pelvis by the pounding she was receiving and was accentuated by the electrical shocks of pleasure from her nipples. Hoshi felt the pressure building deep inside of her as Klaang continued to slide in and out of her dripping tunnel. The pressure built as her senses were overloaded by the hard shaft of flesh battering deep inside of her core, the rough hands working over her sensitive breasts and nipples, and the Klingon biting her neck and shoulders. The pleasure crested and Hoshi threw her head back as her body convulsed with her orgasm. Hoshi sagged, her body spent but Klaang continued to mercilessly plunge in and out of her, holding her up by her waist. Another orgasm built and she came again. Klaang looked down on this frail looking human surprised at her ability to take the heat of Klingon mating. He felt a familiar pressure build in his loins and thrust harder and harder. The yelps of pleasure from the human aroused him even more. His shaft hardened further and the head of his penis swelled. He arched his back and bellowed as he felt his hot seed spurt deep into the human female. As Klaang’s penis slid out of her, she could feel his sperm running down her thigh. She smiled to herself. This was going to be better than she had anticipated. Hoshi returned to Klaang’s quarters as often as possible to “learn” as much Klingon as she could. They reached Kronos all too quickly and reluctantly, she accompanied Klaang to the Klingon High Council Chamber with Captain Archer and T’Pol. Archer and Hoshi took in the scene with fascination and awe – it was the most alien environment they had ever seen. Hoshi also found herself becoming aroused at the sight of so many virile Klingon men. Enterprise: Between the Scenes 01 Klaang spoke to the Chancellor, “Wo'mig:h Oag:h! Q'aa.” Hoshi leaned in to Archer and whispered, “Something about disgracing the Empire… he says he’s ready to die.” The Chancellor stood and slowly walked down the great stone steps, pulling a jagged dagger from its sheath. Klaang tensed as the Chancellor stopped before him and raised the knife... Archer, T'Pol and Hoshi looked on, fearing the worst... The Chancellor grabbed Klaang's wrist and drew the blade across his palm. Klaang looked puzzled. The Chancellor called to a nearby aide, “Pog!” The aide approached with a small vial. He held it up, as the Chancellor turned Klaang's hand, allowing a few drops of blood to fall into it. The aide carried the vial to a large machine, which seemed far more high-tech than anything else in the chamber. He poured a drop of blood onto a sensor pad, and inserted it into the machine. A large screen illuminated, displaying highly magnified Klingon blood cells. As the aide worked the controls, the image continued to magnify. The Council Members muttered guttural sounds of approval. The image continued to enlarge and showed spirals of DNA, which continued to magnify... until a new, distinctive pattern took form within the molecules themselves were seen. The High Council continued to mutter in anticipation. Archer, T'Pol and Hoshi watched silently. The aide kept working the controls, and each piece of the molecular pattern began to rotate, and revealed hidden Suliban data: coordinates, maps, text, schedules, etc. The chamber erupted with shouts of gruff approval. The room quieted as the Chancellor turned and walked toward the Enterprise crew. He lifted the dagger to Archer's throat. “ChugDah heg:h... volcha va~,” he barked. With that, the Klingon lowered the blade and walked away. Archer whispered to Hoshi, “I'll take that as a thank you.” ”I don't think they have a word for thank you,” she replied. ”What'd he say?” ”You don't want to know.” But Hoshi knew. Apparently Klaang had told the Chancellor much more than she had expected. The Chancellor had actually told Archer that human women mated well so that he was free to go this time. Hoshi looked around the chamber and realized that all the Klingons were looking directly at her, undressing her with their eyes. Hoshi shivered with anticipation as she felt herself get aroused. This voyage to meet other species was starting off well. Her head spun at the thought of the possibilities. She was ready to go where no woman had gone before. Enterprise: Between the Scenes 02 Star Trek Enterprise – Fight or Flight: Between the Scenes Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Paramount Studios. No money is being made and no infringement is intended. * Even after her successful and very pleasurable first contact with the Klingons, Hoshi still had trouble adjusting to space travel. She recalled the fear she felt on her first away mission. They had come across an alien vessel adrift in space. There were weak bio-signs but they couldn't get in touch with the crew. Archer decided to take the shuttle to see what was wrong with the alien ship. He told Hoshi and Lt. Reed to get ready. Hoshi tried to talk Captain Archer out of taking her. She admitted that the environmental suit made her claustrophobic. And going on an alien ship dead in space wasn't her idea of fun. But Archer was adamant that he wanted her on the away team. Making her carry a phase pistol did little to allay her fears. Wearing an environmental suit she had boarded the alien vessel with Captain Archer and Lt. Reed. The ship was dark, cold and appeared deserted. Until Hoshi found alien bodies (later found to be called the Axanar) hanging upside down from the ceiling. She screamed at the gruesome sight. The bodies were hooked up to a machine draining their fluids. Dr. Phlox figured out that the Axanar were being drained for triglobulin, a valuable fluid that could be used to create medicines, vaccines, and aphrodisiacs. Hoshi went to Dr. Phlox to talk about her reaction on the alien ship. "I screamed like a twelve year old," she told him. He tried to reassure her that she had nothing to be ashamed of, that everyone is frightened by unfamiliar things. "Nobody else screamed," she countered. "I'm a translator. I didn't come out here to see corpses on hooks." "Have you ever considered that you might be happier back at the university?" Phlox asked. "I'm an exo-linguist. I graduated second in my class. I spent three years in Starfleet training. I was Jonathon Archer's first choice for this mission. Every inhabited world we come to is going to be filled with language." Not to mention men she thought to herself. "Some will have hundreds of them. He needs me here." But when Hoshi had to return to the corpse filled alien ship to try to translate the language to send a message, she realized as tempting as meeting new alien men were to her, this was way too stressful. "I'm going to ask the Captain to take me home," she told Trip as they worked on the com system. "I should have never the university. I'm not suited for this. "Give it a try. You'll be fine," he reassured her. "The Captain needs someone he can count on. Someone who shows a little grace under pressure. That isn't me." "You can't be sure of that." "Oh yes I can." After returning to the Enterprise, they were attacked by the enemy vessel that had attacked the Axanar ship. The enemy had superior weapons and the Enterprise was helpless against them. Another Axanar ship appeared and Hoshi tried to communicate with the Axanar captain through the computer translator, but its inaccuracy caused him to think the humans were responsible for the murders. Hoshi became flustered by the immense pressure on her. Their lives depended on her ability to communicate. The enemy ship lowered two metal arms which attached to their hull. Captain Archer told her to translate directly with the Axanar without using the translator which was only causing confusion. Hoshi was too frightened, scared that she would mess up, that she would make things worse. As the enemy ship began to drill through their hull, Archer convinced her that this was the only way, that things couldn't get much worse. Hoshi reluctantly abandoned the translator and began to talk directly to the Axanar captain as best she could in his language. Hoshi managed to convince the Axanar of their friendly intentions, but he still seemed hesitant to help. Feeling the vibrations of the enemy ship drilling through the Enterprise's hull, Hoshi, in desperation, told him that she would do anything for his help. The Axanar captain looked her over, then agreed, promptly attacking the enemy vessel. Hoshi was nervous as she accompanied Captain Archer and Commander T'Pol onto the Axanar ship. The atmosphere was chilly as they stepped through the airlock into the alien ship. The captain and several crewmen stood in the entryway, waiting for them. They were all dressed in identical green and gray uniforms. Hoshi couldn't tell which one was the captain until he stepped forward. "I am Captain Meenok. Welcome aboard our ship," he said as he bowed, his hand on his chest. Hoshi stepped forward, mimicking his gestures. "I am Sato and behind me are Captain Archer and First Officer T'Pol," she replied. "We thank you for coming to our assistance." "It is our pleasure to know you," the captain answered. Hoshi wasn't sure about the syntax but as the Captain's eyes wandered up and down her body, she realized he could have meant "It will be a pleasure to explore you." They were led to a conference room where Hoshi translated for the captains and they came to quickly understand and respect each other. They set up teams from each ship to remove the dead crewmen so they could have their last rites done according to Axanar custom. Hoshi fretted during the entire meeting. When Captain Meenok agreed to help after she had promised him anything, she wasn't sure what he would ask for. She couldn't bring herself to tell Captain Archer what she had done after he had kept praising her. And during the meeting, she nervously kept waiting for him to ask for something outrageous or very valuable from the ship. She wasn't sure what she would do if that happened. Then the meeting ended. Captain Archer, T'Pol, and Hoshi stood and turned to leave. Hoshi breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he didn't understand what she had said in her moment of desperation. Then Captain Meenok said something and Hoshi paused. "Captain Archer, Captain Meenok has requested that I stay and work with him. There's a lot I'm still missing and he wants to get to know us better." "That would be fine," Archer replied "Just think, you're the reason for our successful first contact with these people. Make sure you don't get so caught up in your work that you forget to enjoy yourself." "I'll try, Captain." The other Axanar crewmen led Captain Archer and T'Pol out of the room and the door slid shut, leaving Hoshi alone with Captain Meenok. He walked up and stood directly in front of her. "So you are a human female," he said as he looked down at her. "I was reluctant to intervene and save your ship, but when I saw you and you agreed to do anything for your ship, well, now I will find out if you were worth the effort." So he had understood. "I don't have much of value, but..." Hoshi started. "I don't have need of materials. But I have lived for over 200 years and have never seen one such as you who was so obviously built to give pleasure," Meenok said as he inhaled noisily, taking in her scent. "Satisfy me and your debt is paid." Hoshi instinctively looked down and saw a large bulge in his pants that was not present before. She almost smiled with relief. This was something she could take care of and Captain Archer would be none the wiser. Hoshi placed her small hand over the bulge and squeezed. "I will do my best. After all, you did save our lives," she replied as she knelt in front of him. She pulled at his pants, and the front split open, allowing his stiff member to spring forward. His penis was the same color as the rest of him and the same general shape as a large human penis, about ten inches long. There were ridges that ran down each side that pulsated in time with his heartbeat. The head of the penis was like a knob and at the tip a small amount of thick clear fluid oozed from a slit to form a bead. Hoshi licked her lips in anticipation. She was about to taste her second alien penis. She reached up and gently ran her hand up and down the shaft, feeling its bumpy but pliant texture. Wrapping her hand around its girth, she could feel it pulse in her hand. Hoshi leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue over the thick head, licking up the bead of fluid. It had a surprisingly sweet taste. She took the meaty tip into her mouth and sucked and was rewarded with a squirt of the thick sweet fluid. Eagerly, she continued to suck on the thick fleshy rod as she took more and more of it into her mouth. She grabbed his hips for leverage and pulled him forward until his whole length was stretching down her throat. As an exo-linguist, Hoshi had to learn to change the shape of her mouth, tongue and throat to make all the different sounds that made up other alien languages. One benefit was that she was now able to orally accommodate almost every penis she had met. She worked him with her mouth, sucking on the tip, then taking it deep, back and forth enjoying the taste of the alien flesh. She looked up at Meenok who stood there, hands on his hips, watching her with his erection in her mouth. He seemed indifferent to her talents as she bobbed her head back and forth. Perhaps this was going to be more difficult than she had imagined. She began to hum, adding vibrations to further stimulate him as she bobbed her head up and down, working the turgid flesh that jutted from the Axanar captain. Suddenly, his whole body began to tremble. His mouth dropped open and he began to gasp as the trembling became more pronounced. Hoshi thought the captain was going into a seizure and started to pull her head back. Just then, she felt his penis pulse forcefully as the alien spurted his thick sweet seed into her mouth. She swallowed as quickly as she could, as the shot after shot of alien semen filled her mouth. Finally, he stopped trembling and Hoshi let his still erect member pop out of her mouth. Meenok looked down at her. "Not a bad start," he stated. "What next?" Hoshi was beginning to see that aliens seemed to have more endurance than their human counterparts. She undressed in front of him, first revealing her soft pert breasts topped with large brown nipples. The chilly air caused goosebumps on her skin and her nipples to become erect. Then she removed her boots, pants and finally her panties. Hoshi was acutely aware of his eyes examining her now naked body, taking in the curve of her breast, wandering down her flat stomach to finally fixate on the triangular patch of black hair at the junction of her soft shapely thighs. His erection seemed to grow even more as he silently observed her. Hoshi waited, unsure of what to do. Captain Meenok was still completely dressed, only his penis jutted out from his trousers. He walked around her, looking her up and down silently appraising her. He cupped her breast, feeling its weight in his hand while he pinched a nipple. This sent a tingle of pleasure down her spine. All too quickly, he stopped and ran a hand over her bottom. Then he stood in front of her, hand on his chin. "Very nice," he remarked. "Now present yourself to me." Hoshi was confused and it showed. He impatiently pointed to the table. "There." Understanding finally what he wanted, Hoshi sat on the edge of the table and leaned back. She spread her legs, revealing her opening wet with arousal. Captain Meenok walked up to her, placed the head of his erection at the entrance, and thrust into her in one quick movement to the hilt. Hoshi gasped with the suddenness of the penetration, but she was so lubricated that it felt good to be so quickly filled. He leaned forward grabbing her breasts as he began to thrust. Like a pile driver, he slowly pulled out, then quickly plunged back in, slow out, quick in, driving his flesh deep inside of her. Hoshi held onto the end of the table so she wouldn't slide as she adjusted to the rhythm, wrapping her legs around his waist so she could pull him in further. This also tilted her pelvis forward so that as he thrust, the head of his penis pushed against her G-spot. This stimulation plus the shocks of pleasure shooting down as his rough fingers pinched her nipples quickly caused a pleasurable pressure to build in her pelvis. The Axanar captain then leaned over while squeezing her breasts and licked her now very sensitive nipples. His tongue was rough like a cat's. He continued to thrust as he licked and the added stimulation of his rough tongue on her nipples pushed Hoshi higher and higher until the pleasure peaked. She moaned with pleasure as the waves of her orgasm rolled through her body. Meenok continued to pump in and out of her writhing body with the same tempo not giving her body a chance to recover from her orgasm. Hoshi felt the pressure build again quickly as the stiff alien flesh pushed in and out of her until she had another orgasm. Her body went into a spasm around pounding rod and this time, had the desired effect on the Meenok as his body began to tremble with his impending orgasm. His tempo did not change, but his thrusting became more forceful as he slammed his erection deep inside young ensign until he erupted inside of her. His penis pulsed as his semen shot deep inside of Hoshi filling her with his seed. As his trembling subsided, his erection did not. Hoshi looked up at Meenok. She suddenly felt excited by the challenge of seeing how long he would last with her. Several hours later, she left the Axanar conference room, sore, but feeling very satisfied. During their marathon session, after both she and the captain had had many many orgasms, Hoshi had discovered that the Axanar were an androgynous race who lived for over 400 years. Since they were androgynous, they did not have mates like humans or Vulcans. Rather, those with more masculine tendencies had sex with those with feminine characteristics. Interestingly, those with the most masculine characteristics tended to be the leaders on their world and also had the strongest libidos. Captain Meenok boasted that he had had thousands of alien women, but few had been as satisfying as Hoshi. He was an honorable man, and though he tried to persuade Hoshi to stay with him, he finally let her go, stating that she had paid her debt. At the very least, he had the holo-vids of their session to keep him and his crew entertained. After her encounter with the Axanar, Hoshi began to finally feel more comfortable on the Enterprise and in space. She was no longer intimidated by meeting new races of aliens, realizing that on the most basic physical level, they were all very similar and that all males, whatever planet they were from, wanted the same thing. And this excited her because that's exactly what she came on Enterprise to do, to boldly let these alien men go where no alien had gone before. Enterprise: Between the Scenes 03 Star Trek Enterprise – Civilization: Between the Scenes Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Paramount Studios. No money is being made and no infringement is intended. * Enterprise discovered a Minshara-class planet with a pre-industrial society called the Akaali. The crew of the Enterprise was excited about getting a chance to study a new world first hand. As they made preparations to go down to the planet surface, they picked up neutrino emissions which indicated the presence of an antimatter reactor on a planet without indoor plumbing. Hoshi was part of the away team to not only study this new race of people, but to discover why an antimatter reactor was on this primitive planet. Doctor Phlox added ridges to Hoshi's forehead to make her look like the Akaali and her hair was curled and loosely braided down the back. She wore a simple long burgundy dress with a gray apron and a loose light blue collar. Disguised as Akaali, the away team landed their shuttle outside of a town after dark. They split into two groups, Captain Archer and Commander Tucker in one and T'Pol and Hoshi in the other. Hoshi pulled the hood of her coarse woven purple cloak over her head as they entered town. They noted that many of the people on the streets had lesions on their skin. They paused near a busy street where several men were standing outside a shop, in an animated discussion. "I tell you, witches have done this to us," stated a skinny man with his face covered with sores. "A year and a half ago, none of us were like this." "The apothecary seems to think it is related to the new curio shop," another man added. "No, I think it's witches. The problem is how can you tell who's a witch?" asked another. "Well I know for a fact that a witch cannot stand the touch of our manhood," a large burly man stated as he grabbed his crotch. "Their magic is meant to keep us from functioning, to keep us from our women. But that is also our weapon against these witches." "Well if we find one, we should torture her so we can find them all and be rid of them once and for all," the skinny man stated. "Keep your eyes open for anyone acting suspiciously," the burly man warned. Hoshi and T'Pol made their way through the town. They stepped around a corner of a building so that T'Pol could use her tricorder. Hoshi peaked back around the corner and came face to face with a local, who quickly made his way to another villager and whispered something to her. They looked fearfully back toward Hoshi and T'Pol who decided to leave for a more secluded location. As they left, one of the villagers went to the burly man and pointed them out. He motioned to the skinny man and they stealthily followed the women. T'Pol stopped at a deserted street corner. "I cannot get an accurate reading here," noted T'Pol as she looked up from her tricorder. "It will be more efficient if we separated. Meet me here in one hour." "Are you sure it's safe for us to split up?" "It's for only one hour," T'Pol answered brusquely. "What can happen in that time?" T'Pol went down the darker street. Hoshi put her trepidations to the side and forced herself down the other street. It was late at night and most people were now inside. There was no one out as Hoshi's steps echoed off the stone walls. She looked behind and thought she saw a shadow move. She quickened her pace thinking that there was someone behind her. She turned a corner and almost ran into the burly man. Hoshi was startled by his sudden appearance and jumped back. "Where are you going in such a hurry?" the burly man asked. Hoshi quickly pulled her wits about herself as the skinny man caught up to them. They were alone in a darkened, deserted alley, with high stone walls on both sides. "I got lost and there was no one to ask for directions." "You're not from around here, are you?" the burly man asked as he looked closer. "No, I'm new in the area," Hoshi answered, noticing that their eyes were roaming up and down her body, lingering on the swell of her breasts. "My name is Hoshina." "I am Sinep," the burly man replied, "and this is Nemes." Hoshi quickly sized up the situation – she could pump these men for information and other things and have fun doing it, rather than wander the streets alone for the next hour. She looked carefully around to make sure T'Pol wasn't around. "Pleased to meet you two," Hoshi replied, turning on her charm. She unbuttoned her cloak giving them a better view of her breasts. "I was actually hoping I would run into a couple of the local men who could give me a feel of the area." Nemes was instantly pulled in, hook, line, and sinker. Hoshi knew what part of his body made the decisions. Sinep was a bit more cautious. "How do we know that you're not a witch that's responsible for the plague?" he asked. Hoshi stepped up to him and ran her hand up and down the bulge forming in front of his pants. "Would a witch do this?" she asked while squeezing his erection through his clothes. Sinep shook his head. Hoshi knelt on the stone path and fished his large stiff penis out of his pants and pumped her hand up and down the shaft. "How about this?" Sinep again shook his head. Then Hoshi took the thick mushroom shaped head into her mouth and began to suck. Sinep groaned as she took his entire erection deep inside her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and began to thrust. Nemes was not about to get left out of the action and leaned over so he could cup her breasts from behind. Dissatisfied with the clothing that was in the way, he undid the top of the apron letting it fall over at the waist, then slid his hands to the front of her dress. Too impatient to undo the tiny buttons, he ripped open the top, sending buttons flying as Hoshi's breasts bounced into the open. Her nipples hardened as the cool night air then Nemes' calloused hands caressed her exposed flesh. Nemes pulled her up by her hips so that she was bent over at the waist, her mouth still working on Sinep's stiff rod. Hoshi felt Nemes pull up her dress until her bare bottom was exposed. She avoided wearing underwear whenever she could, and this was no exception. She heard some rustling, then without warning, felt a shaft of flesh penetrate her. Even though Hoshi was already dripping with her arousal, the suddenness of the penetration made her gasp with surprise and pleasure. He grabbed her hips and began to thrust at a furious pace. She wanted to tell him to slow down to enjoy the ride, but the erection her mouth made that impossible. Sinep took this opportunity to fondle her breasts bouncing beneath her as he too began to thrust more vigorously. Hoshi could feel the pressure beginning to grow in her pelvis as the two men plunged into her at both ends, the calloused hands kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples. Her dress was bunched up at the waist with only her leather boots and blue collar covering the rest of her body giving the Akaali men ample opportunity to let their hands roam over her. She felt the sweet pleasure grow and grow, but all too quickly, Nemes' thrusting became more frantic as he slammed his erection deeper and deeper into the young ensign. He began to groan in time with his thrusting and she felt his penis pulse as he ejaculated deep inside of her. She felt him become flaccid as his seed leaked out of her and down her thigh. Hoshi wanted Sinep to take his place behind her, to push her over the edge so that she too could have her moment of ecstasy. But before she could stop him, he held her head in a vice like grip and began to thrust harder into her mouth until he too shot thick load after load of his seed into her mouth. Hoshi swallowed quickly, not wanting to lose a drop of his semen. She continued to suck him dry as his penis deflated in her mouth. They escorted Hoshi to their room which was in a building close by. In their post-coital state of bliss, Hoshi was able to get quite a bit of information from them about the local plague as well as local Akaali customs and beliefs. She also discovered that the Akaali men recovered very quickly and soon they had her on a table, this time with skinny Nemes in her mouth while Senip pushed his stiff member into her most intimate opening. Their pace was less feverish and they were able to last long enough to push the already aroused Hoshi quickly over the edge. She moaned and shuddered as her body was wracked with pleasure, overstimulating the two Akaali men who were unused to such a sensuous woman. Simultaneously, they ejaculated, filling her mouth and vagina with thick ropes of their semen. Hoshi suddenly realized that over an hour had passed and she was late. She quickly pulled on her clothes. The men invited her to stay for the night, but regrettably she had to leave. Hoshi rendezvoused with T'Pol who was waiting, punctual as always. "You are late, ensign," T'Pol stated. "I was busy sampling some of the local goods," Hoshi replied. "Yes, and you still have some on the corner of your mouth," T'Pol said as she pointed. Hoshi quickly wiped the drop of semen with a finger and licked it. "And your clothing is disheveled." T'Pol continued. "I took part in some of the local customs," Hoshi answered. "I must admit that I am surprised at how much you seem to enjoy exploring new worlds," T'Pol remarked. "I was sure that you would leave Enterprise at the first opportunity given your initial trepidation with space travel." "Well, I've found that making contact with new races can be quite stimulating and is much more enjoyable than I anticipated." "The Captain wants to rendezvous in three hours. I still need to get more soil and water samples throughout the city." "If you don't need my help, I would like to continue my study of the Akaali," Hoshi asked, trying not to sound too eager. "It is very late. Do you think there are any villagers still awake?" "I just left a couple of the locals. If they've retired, I'm sure I can arouse them quite easily." "Very well. We will meet in three hours. Do not be tardy, ensign." Hoshi quickly went back to the Akaali men and spent the next three hours trying every combination she could think of with the two men. What they lacked in endurance, they more than made up for with their enthusiasm and a short recovery period. She discovered that the Akaali women were very frigid. When it was time to mate, they would lay still on the bed, fully clothed. The men would have to undress them and position them with their legs apart so that they would have access while the women lay perfectly still. During the entire process, the woman did nothing, made no sound. If a man took too long, only then would the woman act, pushing him off to end the session. The men who quickly ejaculated were thus more likely to be successful impregnating the women. Hence the quick ejaculatory nature of the Akaali men. Sinep and Nemes never had a woman who was so sexual and vocal and this brought them to orgasm even faster than normal. But it also so stimulated them, that they were quickly ready for action again and again. They each ejaculated numerous times and after three hours, it was a very satisfied Hoshi who finally left to meet her crewmates. She met T'Pol in the pre-dawn darkness and they went to meet Captain Archer and Trip at the curio shop. Hoshi was exhausted and sore and hoped that T'Pol with her heightened sense of smell would not be able to detect the scent of the alien seed which had dried on her body. She had hoped to be able to return later to "study" the Akaali men some more, but after their confrontation with Riann, the apothecary, at the curio shop, she had to return to Enterprise. As Enterprise left orbit, Hoshi sighed. She was definitely going to miss the eagerness of the Akaali men, but the thought of all the worlds for her to explore made her almost giddy with excitement. So many worlds, so little time. The young ensign shivered in anticipation of her next encounter. Enterprise: Between the Scenes 04 Chapter 04 Cold Front: Between the Scenes Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Paramount Studios. No money is being made and no infringement is intended. * A week had passed since Enterprise left the Akaali. They navigated into a stellar nursery where they met a group of alien pilgrims who were traveling to view the "Great Plume of Agosoria," a protostar which emitted an epic burst of energy every 11 years. Captain Archer invited the pilgrims onto the ship to socialize. Hoshi thought this would be a chance for her to make intimate first contact with another group of aliens and used her status as linguist to be part of the group of Starfleet personnel to entertain the guests. Hoshi was already aroused in anticipation of interacting with these alien pilgrims as she waited for them in the mess hall, idly wondering what distinctive sexual characteristics they had. But after they arrived and she had a chance to mingle among them, she quickly realized that this encounter would not be very physically satisfying for her. Though she found them to be very polite and well mannered their conversations centered around the spiritual. They seemed more interested in enlightenment of the mind rather than the physical pleasures of the body. She decided to leave early and go back to her quarters where she could find some release for the pent up sexual energy that had built up inside of her before she had to return to duty. She made her way out of the mess hall and was walking down the hall when she heard someone call out to her. "Excuse me." She turned and she saw three pilgrims, the leader Pra'Mantus and two others wearing reddish brown robes with hoods coming after her. They caught up to her and bowed. "We saw you leaving and my two companions wanted to meet you," Pra'Mantus said. He pointed first at the taller man then at his companion. "This is Agorra and this is Dumack." The two other pilgrims had a central vertical ridge in the middle of their forehead, prominent eyebrows and small horn-like structures protruding from their chin. Agorra pulled out a clear cylinder filled with a ruby red fluid from his robe. "They wanted to give this to you," Pra'Mantus continued. "What is it?" Hoshi asked. "It is VunSinTeel," he stated as Agorra handed it to her. "It's a spirit traditionally consumed when the Plume reaches its full brilliance. It enhances the experience." "Thank you," Hoshi replied as she took the container. "Agorra and Dumack have taken a vow of silence until they see the Great Plume to help them reflect on the significance of this event. But they are very curious about you humans and wanted to learn more about you." "Well, I was headed back to my quarters. I'm on duty soon." Agorra motioned to Pra'Mantus, making several gestures with his hands. "What a perfect opportunity," Pra'Mantus said. "Could they see your quarters? They are especially interested in seeing how you live." Hoshi sighed inwardly. So much for relieving herself before her next shift. She was now regretting that she had volunteered for this. "There's not much to see, really," she said trying to excuse herself. "I realize it may not seem much to you, but it would give them much pleasure if you could accommodate them." "Oh, ok," she relented. "But don't expect too much." "I must get back to the rest of my companions," Pra'Mantus said. "Agorra and Dumack may not talk, but they will be able to let you know what they want in other ways." Hoshi led the two silent pilgrims to her quarters, pointing out things she thought might interest her guests. They quietly took in their new surroundings, occasionally nodding or smiling at her comments. She ushered them into her room and the door closed behind them. "This is typical quarters for an ensign on this ship. Bathroom, closet, bed, desk, and porthole. Really not much to see." Agorra gestured toward the VunSinTeel in her hand. Hoshi handed it to him. He pulled out the stopper and handed it back to Hoshi. "I thought you were supposed to wait to drink this," she said. With both hands, he urged her to drink it. "Oh well, I guess tasting it couldn't hurt." Hoshi lifted the container to her nose and sniffed. It had a fruity aroma. She took a sip and the taste was exquisite. She had expected something like wine, but this was so much better with none of the bite of alcohol. Hoshi guessed that it was more an alien fruit drink than a spirit. Under Agorra's urging, she drank more. She began to feel very relaxed and very warm. She looked at her guests and their previously dull robes looked much brighter and more colorful. They seemed to be watching her very closely, she guessed to see how she liked their drink. "Mmm, this is so yummy," she said as she gulped down even more, some of it leaking down the side of her mouth onto her shirt. "Oops, made mess," she slurred as she looked down. Agorra took the drink and then guided her hand lower, placing it on the bulge in front of his cloak. "Ooh," Hoshi purred. "Looks like I found the plume of Agorra." Dumack had moved behind her and she felt him rub his bulge against her bottom. "And the plume of Dumack," she added as she reached behind her to squeeze his erection. The pilgrims wasted no time and quickly stripped the young ensign of her uniform as they finished off the VunSinTeel. They looked appreciatively at her smooth creamy skin, the soft round mounds of her breasts which heaved in time with her chest heaving with excitement, down the graceful taper of her waist to the flare of her hips, and finally to the neat triangular thatch of black curly hair at the junction of her legs. Their cloaks were split down the side and they flipped them out of the way so that they could pull their erections out through an opening in their trousers. Hoshi knelt in front of them and grabbed a penis in each hand, looking at them closely. They were similar in size and shape to a human penis except there was a ring of horn like knobs similar to the ones on their chin around the base of penis. Under the influence of the VunSinTeel, the erections seemed to throb and glow. "I think I drank the VunSinTeel just in time to experience these two plumes at their peak," Hoshi noted. She took Agorra's throbbing member in her mouth and began to suck while she stroked Dumack with her free hand. She then moved over to Dumack to make sure he didn't feel neglected and sucked on him while continuing to play with Agorra. Back and forth she would go, sucking one engorged penis, then the other. When she was sucking on Agorra, Dumack made his way behind the exo-linguist and reached down to fondle her breasts. He kneaded the soft tissue while rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Hoshi groaned around the thick flesh in her mouth as her breasts were stimulated. Dumack then pulled her up so that she was bent over at the waist, still orally pleasuring his partner. He rubbed the tip of his penis up and down her well lubricated opening, making Hoshi jump as it rubbed against her sensitive clitoris. Then he pushed his large stiff rod slowly into her wet opening. Hoshi moaned with pleasure as her aching void was finally filled. Agorra grabbed her head and began to thrust deeper into her mouth. Hoshi relaxed her throat so that she could accommodate his whole length and soon she was nuzzling his pubic hair. He reached underneath her to cup her breasts in his hands as he continued to push down her throat. Dumack was setting up his own rhythm, holding tightly to her hips as he pumped in and out of their hostess. Hoshi was surprised at how quiet they were. There were only the sounds of her sucking and flesh slapping against flesh as Dumack thrust against her bottom. They did not moan or make any other vocalizations which Hoshi was used to hearing whenever a man was inside of her. It was different, but she found herself enjoying this novel experience. As Dumack's stiff member continued to stab deep inside of her, waves of pleasurable pressure began to build in her pelvis. The knobs at the base of his penis would push against her clitoris when he plunged into her, sending additional jolts of pleasure. And the continuous attention her breasts were receiving only added to her delight. As soon as Agorra would let go of her breasts, Dumack would reach up and grab them, kneading them until he had his fill of their softness. Then as soon as he released them, Agorra would have them again in his hands for another round of fondling. The rhythmic pounding in her vagina, coupled with the constant stimulation of her breasts, which was all heightened by the effects of the VunSinTeel and her pent up sexual energy quickly pushed Hoshi over the edge. She moaned as the first waves of her orgasm tore through her body, as she was skewered by stiff alien rods at both ends of her writhing body. She barely had time to recover when a second orgasm washed over her as the pilgrims continued to piston in and out of her. She thought she was going to die with pleasure as she felt the third orgasm build. The VunSinTeel definitely was having an effect. She had never come so quickly, so many times. This orgasm took longer to build but when it hit, her body was wracked with such intense pleasure that seemed to go on and on and on. Her vagina clamped around Dumack's thrusting organ, triggering his orgasm. He thrust harder and harder into her tightening tunnel as his seed shot deep inside of Hoshi. Hoshi's moans of pleasure was enough to push Agorra over the edge. She felt his penis pulse as he ejaculated, filling her mouth with ropes of his thick salty semen. She swallowed, not losing a single drop as she felt him become flaccid in her mouth. But much to her surprise, as she continued to suck to get every last bit, she felt him becoming hard again. She wasn't sure if it was in their nature or a result of the VunSinTeel, but he was ready to go again. She felt Dumack's probing member also stiffening inside of her. They pulled out and led her to her desk. She lay back with her legs hanging off one side and her head off the other. Switching places, Agorra stood between her legs and lifted them to his shoulders as he rammed his hardened staff deep inside her soft folds. Dumack fed his stiff meat to her, letting her wrap her lips around his engorged member. They continued to take turns massaging her breasts as they thrust. Hoshi lost count of her orgasms and theirs. Finally, the VunSinTeel began to wear off and Hoshi realized how sore she was. Her guests each had a final massive orgasm, pumping the biggest load of sperm into her body. They pulled out and this time there was no sign that their shrinking organs would immediately rebound. They straightened their robes, bowed to her and walked out. Not a word had been spoken and they had not uttered a sound during the entire session. Hoshi looked at the chronometer and realized she was late for her shift. She quickly dressed into her uniform and sped to the bridge. She tried to appear calm as she took the turbolift to the bridge. When she entered the bridge Reed and Mayweather were on duty. They looked up at her as she entered. "Did you get to meet them?" Mayweather asked. "Two, briefly," Hoshi answered, smiling as she made her way to her station, feeling their semen leaking out of her vagina. "What were they like?" asked Reed. "Oh ..." she hesitated as she remembered how they made no noise as they came inside of her not ten minutes past, "quiet. They're taking a tour of the ship." "Looks like the Captain is going all out," said Mayweather. "I hope he's not planning to show them the armory," Reed added. "Don't worry, Lieutenant," Hoshi reassured him. "They didn't look like the types who go around stealing military secrets." As Lt. Reed prattled on about the importance of security, Hoshi studied the armory officer. Lt. Reed was so uptight. Someone needed to help him loosen up a bit. She looked closer and for the first time, became aware of his finely sculpted body, his handsome face, things she had never noticed because of his personality. Perhaps she would try to help him loosen up. She remembered that she had to get checked out on the new phase pistols. Perhaps the Lieutenant could be persuaded to demonstrate how his weapon worked on her...