PoT: To Boldly Go... (Part 3)
Episode Three: First Contact
by omi
Voiceover by Captain Ukemura: This is the RKD LOVE BOAT. Our mission is to seek out new civilisations and spread tru boi love and tennis ... To boldly go, where no gender has gone before!
"Captain's log, stardate 12679.600.4758. Our security chief has just suffered a mental and emotional breakdown after one of Cadet Kirihara's little pranks. Perhaps gluing the phaser to the poor man's groin was a little too much. In any case, we have released the good lieutenant on permanent sick leave in hopes that he will regain sensation in that area one day. In the meantime, Federation headquarters would be sending us a replacement, one Lieutenant Jackal, one of the few Klingon halfbreeds who joined the Federation. I have requested that Counselor Bunta take him under his wing, and am certain that this new security chief would make a welcome addition to our happy family on the RKD LOVEBOAT."
***
Counselor Bunta chewed his gum, tugged a little at his skirt, tapped his feet, and waited impatiently for the bloody fucking shuttle to get here already. He was supposed to give the new guy -- some klingon half-breed dude -- the usual meet and greet session. Really boring stuff, and a total waste of his time, considering his workload.
Bunta mentally ran through his to-do list. There was the Engineering guy who was traumatised by his new partner's kinky sexplay he needed to help, and the love quadangle mess in Medical Section, and Cadet Kirihara's line of victims to counsel, and the rather long line of people who are addicted to that Pleasure Nights Holodeck Stim that the Captain's approved for the crew...
Counselor Bunta sighed. So many screwed up people. So little time.
And now he had to babysit a newbie on top of everything? Not for the first time, Bunta contemplated going into Captain Ukemura's mind, just to see how exactly did the delicately beautiful man manage to arrange everyone and everything to his own convenience, and manage to have regular hot mansex as well.
The shuttle arrival bell chimed, and there was a series of clunks and thumps as the shuttle linked to the ship.
Finally.
Bunta popped his bubblegum, straightened marginally and prepared to meet the latest addition to his ship, and his new charge.
The door hissed open... and Bunta's jaw dropped. Oh. My. God. The man was hot. And was the colour of Bunta's second-favourite chocolate tiramisu. And that head! Bunta itched to run his fingers, tongue and other appendages through the gorgeous ridges that looked exactly like the frosting on the chocolate log cake that his family used to get every Christmas.
"Good day."
And that voice! Bunta felt his legs go weak and nearly let out a whimper. No! He mustn't be weak! He can't give in! But... He wanted to jump the new security chief so bad... His telepathic senses buzzed, and threatened to completely give way to the wave of arousal flooding over him.
"Are you all right?" The man came closer. Bunta closed his eyes and tried to ignore the heat emanating from the other man's body and the rising tentage under his own short dress. Think unsexy thoughts, Bunta-boy, think unsexy thoughts.
"Excuse me?"
Right. Must. Say. Something. Bunta took a deep breath and looked up, directly into meltingly-rich chocolate brown eyes. A tiny 'eep' escaped between his lips. "I, er, that is," Bunta stammered slightly, "Here! Take this!" Bunta thrusted the guide he privately dubbed the Idiot's Guide To Finding Your Way Around Your Own Ship at the luscious piece of walking sex, who caught it reflexively, and fled.
Lieutenant Jackal, pride of his graduating class, Klingon warrior par-excellence, honor and responsibility personified... looked at the swiftly disappearing back of the pretty red-head officer who just thrusted something at him and sweatdropped.
He'd heard the rumours about this ship before receiving this post, about the scandal that drove the two brightest lights of the Federation, Captain Ukemura and Commander Sanada, into exile. But this was... bizarre, even by their standards. Perhaps the officer just wasn't comfortable with serving with a Klingon... thought Jackal grimly, straightening to his full height unconsciously. It won't be the first time this happened.
In the end, he'd manage to find his way to his room, although a silver-haired, silver-eyed officer had given him wrong directions and he had to make his way through the entire length of the ship and back before finally finding the right place. And he'd only been given about twenty minutes to settle and unpack, before a message from the Captain informed him that there would be a short briefing on his duties and then an official Dinner to welcome him to the ship that night.
***
Adjusting his formal Klingon belt, Lieutenant Jackal stood in front of the Captain's quarters, and announced himself. "Lieutenant Jackal, reporting for duty, sir!"
"Come!"
The door hissed open. Jackal stepped in, and had to struggle not to let his jaw drop. The Captain's quarters was oddly... pretty, in a mustard-yellow fur-covered kind of way. Soft gossamer curtains drifted at the windows looking out at the stars, and there were flowers. But one found one's eyes drawn mostly to the massive bed, complete with chains and black leather restrainers.
Jackal swallowed slightly.
"Ah, Lieutenant Jackal!" A soft clear voice sounded in the room, and Jackal wheeled about to find a slight willowy man with beautiful eyes like stars standing behind a large oak table.
Jackal leapt to attention and saluted. "Captain!"
"Ah, at ease, at ease. I think you'll find that we're all really quite casual around here, Lieutenant. How was your shuttle journey? Ready to get back to work?" asked Captain Ukemura genially.
"It was fine, sir."
"Good. Good. Now, I've given some thought with regards to your duties on this ship, and I've come a decision. You will be in charge of Cadet Kirihara."
Jackal nodded and waited expectantly for the Captain to state the rest of his duties.
Captain Ukemura smiled serenely back at Jackal.
Jackal shifted, a slight frown deepening the ridges on his forehead. "Excuse me, Captain, but... Is that all? Simply to take charge of this Cadet?"
Captain Ukemura beamed and nodded. "Oh, yes. I think you'll find him a bit of a handful. But really, he's very bright. He just needs a strong hand to discipline him now and then."
"Yes, sir" Jackal managed stiffly through a somewhat frozen smile.
"Good. Now that the briefing's done, let's go for dinner, and you'll meet the rest of the executive officers on board the ship. Has Counselor Bunta introduced you to anyone yet?"
"Counselor Bunta? Do you mean the red-head officer who was there when I board the ship, sir?"
"Why, yes." An elegant eyebrow arched up into dark wavy hair. "You don't mean to tell me he didn't introduce himself?"
Jackal smiled a trifle grimly. "I believe he was in a bit of a hurry, and didn't get around to it, sir."
Captain Ukemura waved airily. "Never mind, you'll get to meet us all soon enough."
With that, Captain Ukemura led Jackal into the dining quarters where the entire executive crew of the ship waited.
Captain Ukemura walked to the head of the table, picked up his glass, and signalled for his crew's attention. "Gentlemen, I give you Lieutenant Jackal, the new Head of Security for the RKD Loveboat."
There was a round of polite applause, and someone said, rather loudly, "Brave man!"
The Captain shook his head slightly at the man, who immediately blushed and sank lower in his chair, muttering a "sorry, Captain" as he did. Unfortunately, it was already too late for the poor man, who would later go back to find his own quarters mysteriously ransacked, and all his clothing shredded to pieces.
In the meantime, Jackal was being introduced to the rest of the crew, who all had some helpful advice to dispense on how best to deal with the new security chief's charge.
From Commander Sanada. "Lots of discipline. The occasional smackaround. Or the backhand. I prefer the backhand myself."
From Lieutenant Commander Yanagi. "He's really quite brilliant. And destructive. But his brilliance outweighs his destructiveness by approximately 7.83%."
From Doctor Yagyuu. "This is my personal paging comm line. My emergency medical pack is always ready. Feel free to call me, any time."
From Lieutenant Commander Niou. "Can I touch your head?"
And then Jackal came to the same red-head he'd met earlier. "Counselor Bunta," said Jackal somewhat remotely.
The counselor blushed slightly, and murmured, "Lieutenant." The captain came up just then, from out of nowhere, and quipped, "Dear counselor, our Lieutenant seems to think you don't have any time for him? Isn't that silly!"
Bunta and Jackal jumped. "Captain!" They chorused.
The captain laid a friendly hand on both their shoulders and gave them a little push together. Klingon and telepath touched shoulders briefly, and it was as if an electrical current ran through them both. Bunta flinched, flushed a deeper shade of pink, and muttering a quick apology, ran out of the room, leaving a bemused Jackal behind.
Jackal turned to his captain and confided glumly, "I don't think the Counselor likes me..."
"Oh dear," murmured the captain. "Excuse me, I think the counselor and I need to have a little chat." He looked around and waved to his second in command. "Sanada? Dear commander, would you take care of our good Lieutenant here and introduce him to Cadet Kirihara?" he asked, lowering his lashes in a devastating display of coyness.
Commander Sanada could only nod mutely in acknowledgement while his beloved captain flitted off in search of the errant counselor.
Jackal looked at the Commander consideringly. "So. You got it bad, haven't you?"
Sanada managed to breathe. "Yeah..." he sighed as he looked wistfully after his captain's disappearing back. "Come on, let's go take you to see the monster."
***
Captain Ukemura found his counselor alone at the bridge, staring out at the stars. "Bunta," he called softly.
Bunta looked up and flushed and looked away again, not meeting his captain's eyes.
Captain Ukemura swung himself up along the railings, and asked sympathetically. "Is it the cake thing again?"
Not trusting his voice, Bunta nodded, blinking back tears.
A wave of sympathy for the poor Counselor flooded across the captain. Bunta came from a race of telepathic sapiens. An unfortunate accident involving cake, Bunta's first crush, and telepathic shielding lessons in his youth had traumatised the young Bunta, creating a very specific oral fixation coupled with strong repressed telepathic powers.
Hurt and isolated, the young Bunta had sought refuge in the great Federation, managing to bury himself in the unending work that is the lot of a Federation Counselor. But the spectre of cake coupled with good-looking men looms everywhere, and the young telepath had to be constantly vigilant against its seductive powers.
Now, faced with a stunning example of luscious manhood whose head just so happens to resemble the famous round chocolate cakes of Z'folp, small wonder that poor Bunta's telepathic and sexual controls have started to waver....
Captain Ukemura was kind, understanding, and a firm believer in the power of sexual healing. He patted Bunta reassuringly on the back, and quietly made a few interesting and highly descriptive suggestions.
***
Meanwhile, Commander Sanada and Lieutenant Jackal had finally managed to run the elusive Cadet Kirihara down to earth in the Engineering Section.
"Cadet, this is your new... " Sanada paused for a moment as he tried to think of a suitable phrase. Babysitter? Guard? Keeper? He finally settled for "...guardian. Yes. You will listen to him, and obey him, and if you ever pull that last stunt again...." Sanada glowered at Kirihara, even as his hand wandered protectively towards his groin, "... I'll have the Captain discipline you personally," he ended with hint of savageness in his eyes.
Cadet Kirihara looked wide-eyed at the Commander. "For me? Really?"
"Yes," Sanada gritted from tightly clenched teeth.
The young dark-eyed youth smiled angelically, and his eyes slid over the upright figure next to Sanada... and for the first time, the smile faded slightly as he *really* looked at his new, so-called guardian.
Guardian and boy looked at each other, taking each other's measure.
The boy saw a sleek seasoned hunter, still with the promise of explosive strength residing in every line of his body. Pride was carved onto his face, and persistance, and a strong will.
The hunter saw a boy, an angelic face, all dark curls and eyes, and an impish smile. Saw the cunning and mischief and intelligence all intermingled within those eyes.
Jackal smiled.
Kirihara involuntarily took a small step back, bumping into one Lieutenant Commander Yanagi as he did so. The young cadet looked up, recognised the tall newcomer as a potential saviour, and immediately scrambled around the Lt Commander, hugging him at his waist, and peering around with wide eyes. "Save me, Yanagi-senpai!"
The Lt. Commander looked down through mostly closed eyes at Kirihara. "This... will be good for you." Inclining his head politely at Jackal and Sanada, Lt. Commander Yanagi easily disengaged himself from Kirihara's grasp and continued along his way, leaving behind a stunned Kirihara.
Sanada stifled a grin, and looked at Jackal. "He's all yours now." Waving a casual farewell, Sanada stepped up his pace easily, and loped after the head of Engineering.
Left alone with his charge, Jackal studied the young boy for a moment. "Cadet Kirihara," he said, as he placed a hand on Kirihara's shoulder.
Kirihara snapped reflexively at the hand on his shoulder, his teeth just centimetres from his flesh. But Jackal's honed Klingon skills were more than a match for him. Kirihara found himself being jerked around, then pinned painfully to the wall. Lifted almost entirely off the ground, Kirihara scrambled, legs kicking weakly, struggling to find some support.
A deep low voice sounded besides his ear. "I don't know how the previous security chief handled you, and frankly, I don't care. I'm in charge now, and there isn't a person on this ship that I can't handle.
"When a ranking officer calls your name, you say 'Yes Sir!'. And when I tell you to do something, you'll do it. Because the Captain has asked me to make an officer out of you, and by my C'haraks, you'll be one or die trying.
Do you understand?"
Kirihara whimpered slightly.
Jackal narrowed his eyes slightly, then released Kirihara. Kirihara landed with a snarl and promptly launched himself at the taller Klingon officer.
He managed to get a single good swipe in before Jackal managed to subuded him again, this time pinning him down against the floor, with both arms twisted painfully back. Jackal smiled ferally. "Good! Every Federation officer must have a strong spirit that never gives in!
"Since you show so much potential, I will teach you the Klingon method of maiming idiots, and dismembering your enemies!"
Kirihara paused and shot Jackal a suspicious glare. "You promise?"
Jackal smiled again.
TO BE CONTINUED...
*Author's Note: They wear really short unisex dresses in the actual StarTrekverse. Go, Roden-wha'syername! X3333