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15th November 2004, 04:03 PM
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This chapter contains explicit sexual content. Reader discression
strongly advised.
Overall the story contains violence, adult language and situations and
it's not intended for readers under the age of 16.
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CHAPTER ONE - MISSING
Captain's Log - Stardate 60519.2. It's finally happened. I have
reached the age where birthdays are no longer fun. I spent the entire day
watching a mouse caper around in a feeble attempt to make a group of
Bajorian children laugh.
Ranma shuddered at the memories the mouse gave him. He shuddered
again as the memories of the mouse singing him happy birthday resurfaced.
Ranma flushed the nightmarish thoughts out of his head and he looked
back at his bed. Akane was laying on it, still fully dressed, sleeping
away. Ranma smiled.
Akane and I are going back to the station later this evening for a
more formal dinner. Her sisters will be here in a little under a day. It
will be good to see them again. Looking forward to seeing if Kasumi will
make some of her soufflés before she leaves.
Ranma scoffs to himself.
And not looking forward to seeing how much money Nabiki will manage
to get out of me.
Ranma stands and removes his shirt. The increase in his muscle mass
is very noticeable. The last few missions have given him quite the work
out. He has also made a habit of getting back to the gym and working out
on a daily basis, something that he had allowed to slip previously.
Ranma continued his log as he walked into the bathroom.
On a more professional note, I am still making an attempt to get used
to my new ship. Technically it's the same ship but you'd be hard pressed
to find something on board that hasn't changed. There have been so many
changes that Starfleet even changed the class. It's made my bartender a
bit sad, as he enjoyed having a ship class named after him, but he will
get over it.
Commander Hino seems to be settling into her new position nicely. She
has been running drills daily with her group. From what she has reported
she has the Neo Special Operations Team running like clockwork.
As she should. Starfleet has given her every resource that she could
possibly need, including devoting an entire four decks of the ship to her
group.
Ranma takes off his pants and sets them on a clothes hamper. He walks
to the shower and turns on the cold water faucet. After a couple of
moments he checks it, to make sure it's cold enough and steps in.
Instantly Ranma converts to his female self. After wetting down her
hair thoroughly she steps out. Female Ranma slides on a one piece sports
swim suit as she finishes her log.
Once our personal time is complete here at Deep Space Nine we are
scheduled to head back to Earth. Commander Hino's group is scheduled for
some planetary training with the Earth Land Defense Forces. I have also
scheduled Commander Kino's security forces to receive some upgraded
infantry training as well.
Everything, operationally, is okay right now. Assuming Ryouga will be
able to back us away from the station without causing major damage we
should have no problems.
"End log." Ranma orders as she puts on a black bathrobe over her suit
and picks up a towel.
The computer chirps and Ranma turns to Akane.
"Akane?" Ranma softly says.
Akane stirs slightly and turns towards Ranma's voice.
"Yeah?" She sleepily asks, without actually opening her eyes.
"I am going to go for a swim. I'll be back in about an hour."
"Okay." Akane replies as she drifts back off to sleep. Ranma smiles,
walks over to his wife, and kisses her on the cheek.
Akane smiles in her sleep as Ranma walks out the door and into the
hallway.
Ranma proceeds down the blah grey corridor of deck two.
Ranma didn't really care for all the grey the ship was coated in now.
It was once a nice cream colored interior with the black computer
consoles on the wall.
Now it was grey. The lighting wasn't all that great either. It was
far dimmer than the lighting was before. All the lights were built into
the walls towards the ceiling. The grey walls didn't provide for much
reflection.
Ranma eyed the names on the doors as he walked by. Shampoo's quarters
were only a section down from his. There were also the quarters of a few
other bridge officers.
One of the changes Ranma liked.
His quarters were moved from deck four to deck two, making it much
easier for him to get to the bridge quickly. He was also able to make
back to his quarters quickly after a stressful day on the bridge. It was
a win-win situation.
Ranma reached the turbolift and hit the call button. Usually he
didn't have to wait long for a car to descend the one deck from the
bridge to deck two, but this time he was stuck waiting for almost a
minute.
Once the lift got there and the doors opened Ranma was greeted with a
strong odor.
Vodka.
Shampoo giggled as she saw Ranma standing there waiting.
"Hiya Ranma!"
Ranma nodded at Shampoo. "Afternoon, Shampoo. How are you?"
Shampoo thought about this for a second.
"Shampoo okay." She sized Ranma up for a second and continued.
"Why Ranma a girl?"
Ranma groaned. He really disliked being in his female form.
"I am going swimming. Since it will turn me into a girl I just get it
over with in the privacy of my own quarters." She explains.
"Ranma want company? Shampoo don't start work till 1400."
Ranma shifted uncomfortably.
"I am just going to work out, not really socialize. I wouldn't be
much fun." She stated quietly. "Sorry."
Shampoo grinned. "Is okay, Ranma!" She steps off the lift and allows
Ranma to get on.
"Happy birthday!"
Ranma smiles at her as the lift doors close.
"Thank you."
After the doors close Shampoo loses the smile she forced upon herself.
She takes a moment, wipes some moisture out of her eye and walks towards
her quarters.
"Deck 16, pool." Ranma tells the lift. It complies and begins it's
both vertical and horizontal trip down to the Olympic sized pool near the
deck 16 gym.
Ranma groaned with displeasure as looked at the interior of the grey
turbolift car. She had three weeks to get used to the color of the ship,
but he hadn't.
There were a lot of things he hadn't gotten used to yet. The new
bridge, the total isolation of a group he was supposed to be the captain
of, the fact that there was NOTHING for his ship to do unless it was
needed for some mission.
He hated the old mission. Running up and down the
Cardassian/Federation border but he hated doing nothing even more.
As far as he knew he didn't even have an area he was supposed to be
patrolling while waiting for a mission.
He hated having too much time on his hands.
It was good for him though. He and Akane had gotten to spend a lot
more quality time together. His boredom had him working out more often
and getting himself into better shape.
He had gotten to spend some time in engineering with Lt. Devall and
learn a lot about the new engines and about cloaking technology. He was
upset that the Sisko wasn't equipped with one but he understood why.
The Treaty of Algeron forbids cloaking devices on Federation ships.
It was only recently that the treaty was changed to allow for cloaking
devices on ships traveling in the Gamma Quadrant. Starfleet apparently
assumed no mission would ever be there for the Sisko.
The lift finally comes to a stop and the doors open. Ranma walks out
and down the hall to a set of large doors. She walks in to find the pool
empty.
She sighs at the gray walls and sets her robe down on a chair. She
picks up a towel and places it next to the pool. Ranma inhales deeply,
dives in, and proceeds to fiercely swim lap after lap.
* * * *
"It doesn't seem to be broken, Commander." A medic in sickbay informs
Raye. "How did you hurt it?"
Raye groaned. "I fell. About 4 meters."
The medic nods and continues to run scans on Raye's swollen ankle.
Raye looks up to Shelton who just stands and grins at her.
"What?" She asks.
"I didn't say a word." Shelton grins.
Raye groans. The sickbay doors slide open and a young woman walks in.
She is wearing the NSO uniform that both Raye and Shelton are wearing.
She marched right up to Shelton and Raye and stands at full attention.
Raye nods at her. "At ease, chief."
Chief Warrant Officer Kio Yuki loosens her stance slightly.
"Lieutenant Dowis wanted me to bring you the results of Beta team's
hostage recovery drill." Yuki states, her nervousness apparent in her
voice.
Shelton watches the exchange as Yuki walks over and hands Raye a PADD.
Yuki then quickly backpedals to where she was and stands, her hands
gripped together behind her back.
Raye takes a moment to read the report. Once she is finished she
slowly sets the PADD down next to her. She inhales deeply and slowly
looks up to Shelton.
"They're all dead." Raye states.
"The hostages?" Shelton asks.
"No, everyone." Raye looks to Yuki. "The hostages, the hostage takers,
Bravo Team. All of them. Blown to bits. Would you like to explain to me
how this happened?"
Yuki looks at Shelton for just a second before being scolded.
"I DIDN'T SAY TELL COMMANDER SHELTON!" Raye yells. A couple of the
medics in sickbay look to watch the exchange.
"I'm sorry, Commander." Yuki softly replies, her eyes quickly
returning their focus on Raye.
"What happened?" Raye asks again.
"One of the hostage takers drew his weapon on us. We shot him, but he
was wearing an explosive vest. It exploded and destroyed the building."
Yuki explained, doing her very best to keep her shame from coming out in
her voice.
"Why did you shoot someone wearing an explosive vest in the chest?"
Raye asked.
"We didn't know he was wearing one, ma'am." Yuki explained. Raye
fumed.
"No one scanned him?"
Yuki knew she was being backed into a corner. She paused for a moment.
The pause seemed to infuriate Raye even more.
"ANSWER ME!" She yelled.
Shelton eyed Raye with concern. He knew better than to intervene, but
he also knew that Raye had the young warrant officer scared out of her
wits.
Yuki backed up a bit upon being yelled at. She tightened her stance
and continued her explanation.
"Sergeant Simpson was told to scan him. I assumed that if he had
something like that on he would have told me."
Raye shook her head.
"You assumed." Raye hopped off the bed, ignoring the protest of the
medic who was still scanning her foot. Raye hobbled over and came to
within a half foot of Yuki.
"You can't fucking assume out there. You are in charge of that team.
YOU are responsible for the death of the hostages and your team. If you
can't handle something like a god damned simulation how do ever expect to
be able to handle yourself in a real situation where the program does not
end and you stay dead?"
Raye didn't want an answer to that. Not that it mattered. Yuki didn't
have one to give her anyway. Raye moved closer to Yuki to finish. Raye's
voice was quiet, yet stern as she stood nose to nose in front of the
young soldier.
"I want you to rerun this simulation until you can do it perfectly. I
don't want to see you or anyone else in Bravo team out of that holodeck
until then. I don't care if it takes you a fucking week. Do you
understand me, Chief?"
"Yes ma'am." Yuki softly replies.
"I'm sorry, what?" Raye asks.
"YES MA'AM." Yuki replies much louder.
"Dismissed."
Yuki nods, quickly turns around and exits sickbay.
Raye groans. The medic walks over to her.
"If you are done belittling your troops would you mind if I finish
fixing your ankle?" He asks.
Raye grumbles at him and hobbles back to the bed. She tries to hop
onto it but puts too much force on her hurt ankle.
"Shit." She groans.
"Here." Shelton states as he walks over to her. He helps her hop onto
the bed. The medic resumes his work as Shelton looks at Raye.
"Was that necessary?" he asks her.
"Don't question me, Commander." Raye dryly states.
"With all due respect, Commander, I doubt very much you would have
made me your second in command if you never wanted to be questioned."
Shelton was right. Raye knew from his service record that he was not
one to stay quiet when he thought something was not right. Raye wanted
someone who agree with her when she planned something right, but also
question her when she planned something wrong.
"She got her entire team killed." Raye said. She sat up slightly but
the medic treating her pushed her back down flat onto the bed.
"What should I have done?" Raye continued while staring at the
overhead lighting. "Tough cookies, better luck next time?"
"She made a mistake. One that she will not make again. That's what
these simulations are for. To make mistakes."
Raye sighed.
"We can't afford mistakes."
Shelton looks down at Raye's ankle. Raye sits back up and notices
this. She sighs as the medic once again shoves her back to the bed.
"Fine, point taken. What do you suggest?"
Shelton leans over Raye. "Work with her. Obviously her fighting
skills are superb. Why else would you have chosen her to be on the team?"
Shelton stands upright and starts to walk towards the door. "You need to
make sure she knows she's a leader. And only a leader herself can mold
another leader."
Shelton walks out of sickbay. Raye sits up and looks towards the door.
She hates it when other people are right.
The medic shoves her back down onto the exam table.
* * * *
"A 'screwdriver' for the gentleman and a beer for the lady." A
Ferengi says as he places the drinks in front of their respective owners.
Ryouga applies his thumbprint to a pad the Ferengi hands him. Once
the bill is paid the Ferengi scampers off to wait on the next table.
"How was your day?" Ryouga asks.
Mina takes a sip of her beer and groans.
"Boring. There is absolutely nothing to do while in command when a
ship is docked. I look forward to the Captain coming back on duty so I
can go back to operations."
Ryouga took a sip of his drink.
"I thought you liked being in command."
Mina nods. "When there is something going on. Being in charge of
sitting around simply means you do the most sitting around."
"Well don't feel bad." Ryouga smiled. "There isn't much piloting for
me to do while docked."
"How do you like that new helm console?"
Ryouga laughs. "It's so long I get lost from one end to the other."
Mina laughs as well. He may not have a sense of direction but at
least he's got a sense of humor. One of the qualities of Ryouga's that
Mina has come to enjoy.
"Seriously though," Ryouga continued. "It's not as complicated as it
looks. It's actually less so. Instead of having to switch from screen to
screen all I have to do is slide a bit."
Mina nods. "Operations is like that now as well."
Ryouga takes another swig of his swill. "Another nice thing is I
don't have Ranma sitting above me in his throne like chair."
Mina takes a second to look at Ryouga as he finishes his drink and
motions for the waiter to come back.
"You honestly don't like him, do you?"
Ryouga tells his order to the waiter and turns back to Mina.
"He's a cocky, arrogant jerk. He treats Akane like she was something
he stepped on. She could do so much better than him."
Mina slowly nurses her beer.
"Like you?"
Ryouga signs for his drink and starts to drink it before he realized
exactly what Mina said.
"ME?" Ryouga begins to blush. "Maybe once."
Mina continues to nurse.
"I understand what that is like. Loving someone who doesn't love you
back."
Ryouga gave Mina a soft look. She didn't really notice though.
"It's hard to let go." She continued. "But you have to. Even if you
don't want to, you have to."
Ryouga just continued to look at Mina. She looks up finally and
smiles.
"Would you get me another beer please? I'll be back in a moment."
Ryouga nods as Mina stands and walks away.
"So let me get this right." A man says as he sits down in Mina's seat.
"HEY! THIS SPOT IS TAKEN!" Ryouga bellows. He then notices the man's
rank insignia. "Sorry, Lieutenant."
Lt. Jeff Fuchs, the Sisko's new chief councilor, grins. "No problem.
I'm Lt. Fuchs, the ships councilor. I'd like to help, but I need to make
sure I have everything straight."
Ryouga isn't quite sure how to respond, but before he has a choice
Jeff continues.
"You're in love with Akane Tendo, who is Akane Saotome now, and you
hate Ranma Saotome because she chose him over you."
Ryouga attempts to butt in but Jeff continues.
"Now, even though you were madly in love with Akane you never told
her because you were embarrassed about the fact that you turn into a
little black piggy."
"How did-" Ryouga gasps.
"I'm Betazoid." Jeff clarifies without pause. "Any who, now you want
to try and start a relationship with Mina Aino but still, for some reason,
think that you would be betraying Akane Tendo, who is now Akane Saotome,
even though she doesn't know how you feel and doesn't have those feelings
for you."
"She might have feelings for me." Ryouga interjects.
"That's why she married Ranma?" Jeff asks.
"NO! She married him because her father and his father made an
arrangement."
Jeff laughs. "Son, this is the 23rd century. That kind of stuff
doesn't matter anymore! Besides, we've gone three stories without
sticking to anything even closely related to the original story lines,
why would we start now?"
Suddenly a dart comes out of no where and jabs Jeff in the back. Jeff
pulls the dart out and turns towards a dart board where a fat man with a
shaved head and a goatee is standing.
"Hey, sorry about that! Damn dart just got away from me!" The fat man
apologizes.
"Yeah, okay." Jeff grumbles, tossing him back the dart.
Jeff turns back to Ryouga.
"Akane made her choice. You have to accept that, like it or lump it.
If you don't, nothing more than meaningless, albeit great, sex will be
all you have."
Ryouga enjoyed the great sex with Mina but he did want more. The pair
got along very well. They made great friends. But could he ever really
get over Akane?
"You'll have to." Jeff smiled as he stood up.
"STOP READING MY MIND!" Ryouga screamed.
Jeff just laughed as he passed Mina. "Commander." He greeted her.
Mina nods to Jeff as he walks away giggling. She comes and takes her
seat.
"What was that all about?" She questions.
"Just someone giving me some advise."
"Advise? What about?"
Ryouga inhales deeply. He then reaches his hand across the table and
takes Mina's.
"Just advise."
Mina smiles as she holds Ryouga's hand back.
* * * *
18:31.
Shampoo's head was pounding and this evening just wasn't going fast
enough. She didn't fully understand why she even needed to be on the
bridge. It's not like they were going anywhere or going to do something.
No, they were just sitting.
It wasn't even sitting! They were attached to the station, orbiting
the planet and spinning with it.
They were hanging.
Shampoo sighed. The purple haired beauty had far too many things
going on in her head. Currently the strongest one was her hangover. But
the other things were placing a close second.
As much as she would deny it, she still wasn't over the loss of
Mousse. He was indeed very important to her, yet she still treated him
poorly. That made his death even worse.
Then, not more than three days later, Ranma had left her. He hadn't
died, but he might as well have. He killed her that was for sure. His
secret marriage to Akane was a stake that was driven right through
Shampoo's heart.
While her Amazon law required her to marry Ranma, it was no longer
about that. Shampoo had genuinely fallen in love with him. But no matter
what she did, he constantly tried to push her away. She couldn't
understand it. She would have been the perfect wife. Obedient. Cheerful.
A master cook. An excellent lover. She was everything Akane wasn't.
While she had grown to accept the marriage, she would never be happy
with it. She would like nothing better then to shove Akane into a torpedo
tube and send her on an endless voyage through space, but she couldn't.
Not just because of the obvious legal ramifications, but because Ranma
loved Akane.
And Shampoo loved Ranma to much to put him through the same pain
she'd had been put through.
It was a conundrum she had grown tired of.
18:33.
Shampoo took a look around the Sisko's new bridge. She liked the new
look. She had a thing for grey. Plus it really seemed more like the
battle ship it was now.
Shampoo, a warrior, felt right at home.
A young enlisted man walks up to where Shampoo is and snaps to
attention.
"The security reports from 1400 - 1800 ma'am." He informs her.
Shampoo takes the PADD and nods to the man. He returns the nod and
walks off.
She looks down and begins to glance over everything. Most of it was
just reports of people coming and going. She makes a note of both Ranma
and Akane leaving the ship at 1755. She notes that there were several
Bajorian tourists detained after being found on board.
The tourists were released after it was determined that they were
just curious. Having a ship named after their emissary was drawing the
Bajorian's on board like flies.
Shampoo continues to peruse the report and notes that Ryouga and Mina
returned to the ship at 1541. She chuckles silently.
*Why she pick Ryouga?* She thinks to herself. *Maybe she like to hear
him say oink-oink when they together?*
Shampoo laughs out loud at her own joke. A couple of the other bridge
people look at her, but she doesn't notice. She simply places the PADD
into the center console and leans back.
It was obvious that Shampoo's mind was not what it used to be. Far
from it even. Shampoo could be diabolical, resourceful and just plain
smart.
Now though...
Her mind only thought of very few things. When it was able to think
at all that is.
She had begun to drink far more then she ever did before. Since
docking at DS9, she had probably spent a majority of her off duty time,
and probably a good chunk of her on duty time, drunk.
She was restless the remainder of the time. It was impossible for her
to drink while she was on the bridge. Occasionally she would wander off
under the guise of using the restroom, but she would actually just return
to her quarters and have a quick drink.
She knew it was clouding her thinking and her judgment, but what does
that matter? They were docked. The extent of any decisions she would have
to make would be to allow resources to be diverted for tests.
Some of the other bridge crew was noticing her change. Some of them
had been on the ship since it first departed, but others had just joined
after the refit.
The ones that had been around constantly asked her how she was doing,
or if she needed anything. They hesitated in bringing anything specific
up because Shampoo was an angry drunk. The new ones just avoided her as
much as possible. They wanted to bring up their concerns with the Captain,
but being new they didn't want to make any waves. Even some of the older
crew members wanted to say something, but didn't.
In Shampoo's mind though, she was fine. She didn't get lost, so she
was one up on Ryouga. She never tripped on her own hair, so she was ahead
of Serena. And, in her opinion, she wasn't a psychopath, so she was
better than Raye.
18:40.
Shampoo wanted to attack the clock sitting above the main viewer. It
seemed to be mocking her. Every time the colon blinked it she could hear
it say 'Three more hours!'
It was starting to really fucking bug her.
She needed to go for a walk.
Shampoo stands and turns to the operations officer.
"I be back in a bit. You have bridge."
The operations man nods, but remains where he is. Shampoo moves
towards the turbolift and gets in.
The woman manning the security station turns towards operations and
gives him a look.
The concern in her face was not missed by the operations officer.
"I know. Just let it go."
She looks at him for a moment longer as he goes back to his duties.
The security officer moves back to a small terminal in the back of the
enclave where security was stationed. She begins to type a message.
TO: Saotome, Ranma (CPT)
FROM: Jansen, Amanda (LJG)
RE: CDR Shampoo
((PRIVATE AND CONFIDENTIAL))
Captain -
Please keep this message in the strictest confidence. I would like to
issue my concerns regarding Commander Shampoo. I know several other of
the bridge officers won't voice their concerns because the care for the
commander and don't want her to get into any trouble. But however I feel
that because I care for her, I must.
Recent events have gotten to her. She has become very easily
distracted and I believe that she is drinking while on duty. Surely you
have noticed how much she has been drinking while off duty.
I do believe that you should attempt to talk to her about what is
bothering her. I also believe that if her drinking is not gotten under
control immediately, it will be necessary to relieve her from duty.
The safety and security of the ship must remain our number one
priority and I do not feel that it can be maintained while our executive
officer is in the current state of alcoholism she is in right now.
Thank you for your time.
Lt. Amanda Jansen.
Amanda sighs, and hits a button. The letter is saved into her draft
folder.
*Maybe it won't come to this...* She hopes as she turns her chair
around to watch the tactical display.
* * * *
Happiness wasn't something that came easily for Akane. She had grown
up without a mother. She came across as a strong, confident woman, but
underneath it all she knew that she was a sad person.
Her father had tried to force a marriage down her throat. That didn't
make her happy. She thought that no one in the world cared what she
thought or how she felt. It made her angry.
She had been constantly attacked when she was younger. People feeling
that if they could forcefully get past her physical and emotional
barriers they would have her. She lived in fear of that eventually
happening to her.
But as she leaned against Ranma's chest while the two slowly swayed
to the music playing in the Bajorian restaurant they were in, she made an
admission to her self. One she never thought she would make.
She was happy. Truly, one hundred percent happy.
Her life had made a turn for the better. She had a great job and got
to work with some great people. Except Shampoo, she conceded. But that
was neither here nor there. She had gotten married, but not because she
was forced to.
Because she wanted to.
When the two first met things were different. Never in a million
years would she have thought she would actually enjoy being married to
Ranma. They fought constantly. He was always insulting her. He was
nothing but a perverted, disgusting jerk.
But that changed. She began to get to know the real Ranma. The man
who risked his life on countless occasions to save her. The only man who
truly acted as if he cared about her.
They still fought from time to time. But it wasn't anything that
couldn't be fixed. Both had learned to do something that neither of them
could do before.
Admit fault.
They were both very stubborn. It took a lot of work and courage, but
they had both learned that when it was necessary they would have to suck
it up and just say it.
I'm sorry.
Ranma looked down at his wife as the music ended. Akane returned the
look and they both engaged in a passionate kiss.
Yeah, it was love alright. Ranma was too easily embarrassed to do
such a thing in public otherwise. But the intoxication that being with
Akane gave him pushed his fears and inhibitions aside.
It was the same for Akane. The fear of people seeing them and judging
them went out the airlock when she was with him. She didn't care. Not one
bit. She loved this man and there was no one who was going to make her
feel silly for that.
Once the pair has completed their act, Ranma took Akane's hand and
led her back to the table where they were seated.
After they were seated, the waitress returned to them.
"Anything else I can get for you two?" She asked.
"Want anything else, Akane?" Ranma looked to his wife.
Akane shook her head. "No, I'm fine."
Ranma returned his attention to the waitress. "No, just the check."
The waitress grinned.
"Compliments of the house. Happy birthday, Captain."
Ranma smiled. He was his father's son alright. The thought of a free
meal just tickled him pink.
"Thank you." Ranma stated.
The waitress continued to grin and walked off. Ranma looked to Akane
who was finishing off her glass of wine.
"Shall we go?"
Akane nodded. Ranma stood and being the chivalrous man that he was,
helped Akane out of her seat.
Akane was wearing a tight, low cut black cocktail dress. The dress
perfectly showed off her figure. From her pert breasts down past her trim
waist. The dress draped perfectly around her soft buttocks and clung
nicely to her long silky legs.
Ranma wondered how he ever could have called her 'uncute'.
Ranma's features were more hidden within his loose suit. Even though,
Akane had no problem locking her eyes on his broad shoulders and well
toned chest.
Both knew that they were sizing each other up. And both loved it.
Ranma and Akane walked from the restaurant, arm in arm, down the
promenade. Through the hideously brown corridors of the station to a
turbolift. Once in the lift, Ranma ordered it to proceed to airlock
seventeen, where the Sisko was docked.
They wouldn't make it though.
It wasn't long before the desire inside the two boiled and had to be
released.
It started with a deep look into each others eyes. Akane's, a dark
fiery brown. Ranma's, a piercing blue.
"Computer, hold." Ranma ordered.
The lift shuddered to a stop as Ranma backed Akane against the wall
of the lift. Ranma just continued to stare into Akane's eyes.
"R-Ranma." Akane stammered.
"I can't believe I waited so long." Ranma quietly stated. "You are
the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
Akane blushed slightly. "R-Ranma."
Ranma shook his head, grinned, and kissed Akane again. His tongue
reaching into her mouth.
He pulled away slightly and worked his way down to Akane's neck. He
began to kiss and nibble on her neck and on to her shoulders.
Akane moaned slightly as chills shot down her spine. She could feel
every part of Ranma on her; his mouth working her neck and shoulders; his
hands skillfully moving up and down her back and sides.
Akane shivered slightly as she felt Ranma's hands move up to the
straps of her dress.
Ranma slowly pulled the straps over he shoulders and down her arms.
He then pulled the top of the dress down and past her breasts.
Ranma dirtily grinned to himself over Akane's lack of a bra. He
lowered himself to he knees and pulled Akane slightly down as well.
Akane didn't say a word. She just allowed Ranma to softly need her
breasts with his hands, and her nipples with his mouth.
"Ohhh." She murmured as Ranma hands went down to her legs. The then
proceeded back up, underneath her dress. His hands rubbing her hips,
thighs, and butt. Ranma used his fingernails to make sure every nerve
ending in her lower body was stimulated.
Akane wouldn't be able to withstand much more of this. Her satin
panties were already becoming wet with anticipation. She felt as though
her body was going to explode.
Ranma was in a similar situation. The smell of Akane's arousal was
moving Ranma to the brink of his own pleasure threshold. While a
Cardassian turbolift wasn't the most romantic place to make love to his
wife, he really didn't think either of them would make it to their
quarters.
It was a moot point anyway. Both lovers were far to into each other
to care where there were. The only thing either of them cared about was
that they were there together.
Ranma began to run his tongue down Akane's stomach. Meanwhile his
hands had returned to the outside of Akane's dress and had began to pull
it down even farther.
Akane sighed happily as Ranma's tongue moved down and around her
navel, following the downward progression of her dress.
Suddenly Ranma's communicator chirped.
A look of displeasure came across Akane's face. Ranma ignored the
noise however and continued.
The device chirped again.
Akane, never opening her eyes, softy queried Ranma. "Shouldn't you
answer that?"
Ranma looked up to his wife, then pulled the communicator out of his
jacket pocket. He grinned as he flung it up against the side of the lift,
shattering it into thousands of little electronic pieces.
"Nuts to them." Ranma smiled as he returned his attention to his
Akane's midriff. "Tonight's about us."
Euphoria over came Akane. Never before has she been made to feel more
important. Ranma was never one to shirk his responsibilities. But for her,
he did. Even though today was HIS birthday he refused to make it about
him.
"About us." Akane softly moaned as Ranma began to pull Akane's
panties away from her body.
"He's not answering, Commander." Lt. Jansen informed Shampoo.
Shampoo could care less. The clock read 21:55. She was off in five
minutes.
"Send email. It not that important."
The tall redhead nods and types away.
Akane steps out of her dress and panties which are now on the cold
floor of the turbolift. She pushes Ranma away from her.
Ranma looks up at Akane, with some disappointment in her eyes.
Akane grins back at Ranma with a look that can best be described as
the look a tiger gives its prey just before moving in for the kill.
"It's your birthday." Akane giggles suggestively. "It simply wouldn't
be fair if you were made to do all the work."
The disappointment fades as Akane shoves Ranma back a bit more. She
moves forward and down to her knees. The cold of the floor mixing with
the heat from her body sends and intense shudder through her body.
Akane grabs Ranma's belt and pulls him a bit closer. She slowly
unbuckles his belt. Once that is done she undoes the button keeping his
pants fastened and lowers the zipper.
Ranma gulps as Akane begins to work his pants down and around his
knees. Ranma's boxers could barely contain him, so it took very little
movement on Akane's part to release his fully erect and anticipating
member from its confines.
Akane looked up to Ranma and grinned. The pure seductiveness of
Akane's look nearly caused Ranma to explode.
"Damn you're hot." He grinned.
Akane didn't respond with words. She simply leaned forward and
allowed her tongue to move around the tip of Ranma's shaft. Ranma groaned
in pleasure as Akane skillfully toyed with the head of his penis.
Ranma continued to watch his spouse work her magic on him. His head
at time uncontrollably leaned back and wave after wave of pleasure flowed
through him.
"Constable Odo." A Bajorian security officer stands and turns towards
the station chief of security.
"Yes, what is it?" He asks without looking up.
"Turbolift 32-Bravo has been stopped for the past 15 minutes between
decks."
Odo stands and walks over to the security officer's terminal and
reads the display.
"Is it stuck?"
The security officer hits some buttons and shakes his head.
"No. It appears to have been manually held."
Odo nods. "Activate the security camera."
The officer complies. Both turn white at the scene before them.
"Oh my." Odo notes.
Another security officer walking by notices the scene out of the
corner of his eye. He stops, backpedals and begins to watch.
"Should I." The officer starts to ask.
Odo cuts him off and shakes his head. "No, I will talk to him later.
We were told to give the Sisko crew VIP treatment. So I suppose we can
let this slide."
Odo starts to walk off. "This time."
The officer nods and resumes watching.
"Turn that off." Odo orders from across the room.
The officer groans, but does as he's told. The second gawker also
groans and resumes his duties.
Akane's head was now moving in a fluid motion up and down on Ranma's
member. One of her hands was kneading Ranma's gluts. The other was moving
back and forth on Akane's own pleasure center.
Ranma was approaching the brink of pleasure. Though all his training,
both mental and physical, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop the
inevitable.
"Stop." He softly ordered Akane.
Akane did and looked up to him. Ranma took off his coat and laid it
on the floor. He then laid Akane on his coat and moved to his knees.
Ranma spent the next couple of minutes allowing his tongue to move
around Akane's soft vagina. He paid special attention to her clit and
anywhere else Akane's hands moved his head to.
Akane's breathing was becoming more rapid. Her soft moans were
becoming louder and sharp.
Ranma continued. He gently massaged Akane's breasts as his tongue
forcefully entered Akane.
Akane wrapped her legs around Ranma's back, forcing him closer. Ranma
didn't miss a beat. He continued to pleasure her, licking and sucking.
Akane screamed.
Her hips began to buck and Ranma could tell her vaginal muscles were
contracting. Ranma quickly broke free of Akane's grip and lined himself
up.
Akane continued to moan as Ranma penetrated her with his still fully
erect member. Ranma began to stroke, slowly at first. His hands were
assisting his johnson, rubbing Akane's button.
Akane continued to uncontrollably buck as Ranma thrust. Ranma watched
her as he began to pant in unison with Akane's heavy breathing.
Wave after wave of immense pleasure shot through Akane. Every part of
her was feeling the intensity of her orgasms.
Within moments Ranma grunted and pushed in with one final thrust as
the euphoria rushed through him. His knees, buckling under him, could no
longer hold him up. Ranma collapsed on top of a sweat drenched Akane.
Akane wrapped her arms around her lover and held him to her. The pair
stayed in that position for about ten minutes.
"Ranma." Akane stated softly.
Ranma opened his eyes and looked at Akane. Her hair was a mess. Her
makeup was smeared. Her eyes were only partially open.
"Yeah."
Akane just smiled.
Ranma kissed her and stood up. He assisted her up and helped to
gather their clothes. Once they were dressed again Ranma sighed.
"I wish I had more birthdays." He mused.
Akane chuckled.
"Computer, continue." Ranma ordered.
Upon reaching their quarters Akane headed towards the shower. Ranma
moved to his terminal on his desk and noticed that he had an email.
Ranma opened it up.
TO: Saotome, Ranma (CPT)
FROM: Jansen, Amanda (LJG)
RE: Message from TICI Nerima
Captain -
Nabiki Tendo, Captain of the TICI Nerima wanted us to advise you that
they would be delayed due to some business. They stated it shouldn't take
more than an additional six hours and that they should be here by 03:00.
They'd like to meet you and Commander Saotome at 10:00 for breakfast on
the station.
Ranma grinned. He was pleased that Nabiki hadn't changed any. She was
never one to not pass up an opportunity, even if it meant a slight
inconvenience for others.
It didn't matter though. They weren't required to be back at Earth
for two days. There was plenty of time.
Ranma walked over to the door of the bathroom.
"Hey Akane?"
"Yeah?" She called out from the shower.
"Your sisters are running behind. They want to meet tomorrow at ten
hundred for breakfast."
"Okay." She replied.
Ranma started to walk back over to his desk when Akane called after
him.
"Hey Ranma?"
"Yeah?"
"There's a spot I just can't get to. Can you come and help me?"
Ranma grinned. Akane can be so dirty when she wants to be.
Ranma walked to the bathroom and slid the door shut behind him.
* * * *
The large silver ship streaks to a slow crawl about 60 au from Deep
Space Nine. The perimeter of DS9's traffic control.
Nabiki leans back in her chair as the Ferengi pilot calls DS9 for
authorization to enter its space.
"Deep Space Nine, This is the Tendo Intersystem Commerce cargo ship
'Nerima', requesting permission to enter your space."
The communication system crackles. "Nerima, this is DS9 flight
operations, what is your destination?"
The Ferengi checks something on his terminal. "System F-21AD in the
delta quadrant."
"Standby please." The radio responds. The Ferengi looks confused and
turns to Nabiki.
"Don't worry." Nabiki states, answering the Ferengi's unasked
question. "There is a trade embargo against Dominion aligned systems.
They are just checking our destination in their databanks. F-21AD is
unaligned, so we will have no problem."
The Ferengi nods and turns back to his computer. The radio begins to
speak again.
"Nerima, you have clearance to proceed through DS9 space to the
wormhole. Be advised though there is still some Jem Hadar activity in the
delta quadrant. Ships have been known to be attacked by fringe groups
that don't want to believe the war is over. We are uploading a map to you
and suggest you take the course recommended on the map."
The computer chirps to advise them that an upload as been received.
The voice on the radio continues.
"Because you are not a Federation ship we are unable to assign you an
escort. Be careful and please notify us prior to reentering the wormhole.
Do you have an approximate time you will be spending in the delta
quadrant?"
"Ten hours." Nabiki states loud enough for the radio to hear her.
"Roger that. If you will be delayed, please advise, DS9 out." The
voice concludes.
The Ferengi brings the ship to full impulse and heads towards the
location of the wormhole. Kasumi looks at her sister with concern.
"This person couldn't have met you in a safer location?" She asks.
Nabiki chuckles and turns to Kasumi. "Our ships have been into the
Delta Quadrant dozens of times, all without incident. The only Jem Hadar
attacks have been on Federation ships that were moving through Dominion
territory. We'll be light years from that."
The look of concern doesn't leave Kasumi's face.
"We're delivering explosives to a mining company that is mining on F-
21AD. They don't have cargo ships this large to make it in one trip."
Nabiki grins and turns back towards the window as the ship creeps
through the sky towards the wormhole. "Besides, they are making it VERY
worth our while."
Kasumi sighs. She has faith in Nabiki but still thinks her lust for
money overrides her judgment at times.
The ship eventually reaches the outer perimeter of the wormhole,
causing it to open. Both the Ferengi and Nabiki continue concentrating on
the road ahead, but Kasumi stares wide eyed.
Kasumi has never seen the wormhole before, much less this close up.
The brilliant colors illuminate her awestruck face.
"It's beautiful." Kasumi states.
Nabiki nods. "That it is, sis. That it is."
The ride through the wormhole lasts about three minutes. After
exiting the other side the Ferengi gets to work plotting the advised
course sent to them by DS9.
"Just go straight." Nabiki orders.
The Ferengi pauses for a moment, and then complies, setting a
straight course from where they are to F-21AD. Before he can engage the
engines a Sovereign class starship comes swooping down out on no where
and parks in front of them.
"We're being hailed." The Ferengi advises as the computer begins to
chirp.
"Open a channel." Nabiki orders.
"This is the USS Columbia." A female voice on the other end advises
them. "Please advise your ship name and destination."
Nabiki stands and walks to the window to get a good look at this ship.
"This is the TICI cargo ship Nerima. We are en route to F-21AD."
There is a pause. "Can you advise the purpose of your cargo?"
Nabiki groans. "No."
"Ma'am." The voice continues. "This is currently a volatile area. I
need you to advise the intended use of your cargo before we can allow you
to pass."
Nabiki slaps the console she was leaning on. "Under what
jurisdiction?"
The look of concern increases on Kasumi's face as she watches the
exchange between the faceless person on the Federation ship and her
sister.
"This and the surrounding systems are under the control of Alpha
Occupational Authority, under the terms of the cease fire between the
Alpha Quadrant Coalition and the Dominion. You are carrying extremely
dangerous explosives. Under that authority we can detain and seize your
ship and cargo if you do not cooperate." The voice explains.
Nabiki sighs and surrenders. "Vor'Gal Mining Corporation is operating
on F-21AD. They ordered these explosives from the Romulans. I'm just
delivering them. I don't know what they are going to do with them, but I
would assume they are for mining."
Another pause. After a few moments the Federation ship begins to move
away.
"Thank you for your cooperation. For future reference, any cargo that
is embargoed against the Dominion will receive this kind of scrutiny.
Columbia out."
The communication ends. Nabiki looks at her Ferengi pilot.
"Go."
The Ferengi nods and engages the engines. Nabiki returns to her seat.
Kasumi watches her sister for bit before Nabiki turns to her.
"What?"
Kasumi shakes her head. "Nothing. Just don't think you need to always
be so confrontational."
Nabiki rolls her eyes and continues to watch the stars shoot by.
After about three and a half hours of near total silence the Nerima
drops to impulse. About seventy million kilometers away a blue and brown
planet, similar to Earth shines. The large cargo ship begins to creep
towards it at half impulse.
"Will we be landing?" The Ferengi pilot asks Nabiki.
"No. We'll meet Vor'Gal in orbit and once payment is received
transport the cargo down."
The Ferengi nods and begins the procedures for standard orbit. After
a few seconds the communications panel begins to chirp. The Ferengi
acknowledges it and calls back to Nabiki, without ever taking his eyes
off the controls.
"Vor'Gal." He states.
Nabiki nods and hits a button on her console.
"This is the TICI transport ship Nerima."
Vor'Gal's voice pipes up on the other end. "Greetings. Thank you for
the prompt delivery. I assume the Federation gave you no problems getting
here?"
Nabiki laughs. "Nothing I couldn't handle."
Vor'Gal returns the laugh. "Well, I assume you are going to require
payment prior to lowering your shields?"
"You assume correctly." Nabiki replies smugly.
Some time passes and the Nerima's computer chirps. The Ferengi looks
at the console and reports to his boss.
"Eight million bars of latinum have been transferred into the
corporate account."
Nabiki smiles and turns to Kasumi. Kasumi has a look of shock on her
face.
"Oh my." Is all she manages to mutter. Nabiki turns back towards the
window as Vor'Gal's ship approaches the Nerima. Nabiki smirks. "Damn
right 'oh my'."
Nabiki looks to the Ferengi. "Lower the shields." She orders.
He complies.
Nabiki waits for the explosives to disappear.
They don't.
Instead ten figures appear on the bridge of the ship. All armed. They
quickly swoop down on the trio and detain them.
"What the hell are you doing?" Nabiki demands.
One of the boarding party says something into his communicator in
Vulcan. Shortly there after Vor'Gal and T'Sol transport onto the bridge.
"Hello." Vor'Gal grins. "I want to congratulate you. You are all
going to be a part of the ejection of the occupation forces from Vulcan!"
"What are you talking about?" Nabiki glares.
"Oh, there is no need to get into details now." Vor'Gal explains.
"All you need to do is cooperate."
T'Sol walks over to the control console. The guards holding the
Ferengi move. T'Sol draws his weapon and fires at the Ferengi, killing
him instantly.
T'Sol moves in and takes a seat at the console.
"Course to the wormhole set." T'Sol explains.
"Good." Vor'Gal acknowledges. "I'll be back on the Ek'Skil. We'll
cloak and be right behind you."
T'Sol nods and Vor'Gal, along with two of the boarding party vanish.
T'Sol turns to Nabiki and Kasumi.
"Here is the deal. You don't do anything a hostage shouldn't do, you
won't be harmed. Otherwise you will be killed, starting with her." T'Sol
points to Kasumi.
"Look." Nabiki growls. "You want the explosives and the ships, take
them. There's no reason to kidnap us."
"Sure there is." T'Sol states. "If we get found out, we need some
sort of bargaining chip. And you, my dears, are them."
T'Sol begins to turn back to the console, but notices the dead
Ferengi on the floor. He looks to one of the guards.
"Get rid of that."
The guard nods and drags the lifeless pilot off the bridge and
towards an airlock. The other guards force Kasumi and Nabiki next to each
other and move them back into the cargo bay where they are left to sit
next to one of the cargo containers.
Kasumi leans into Nabiki.
"Won't Akane-"
Nabiki shushes her sister and gives her a reassuring nod.
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CHAPTER ONE - MISSING
Captain's Log - Stardate 60519.2. It's finally happened. I have
reached the age where birthdays are no longer fun. I spent the entire day
watching a mouse caper around in a feeble attempt to make a group of
Bajorian children laugh.
Ranma shuddered at the memories the mouse gave him. He shuddered
again as the memories of the mouse singing him happy birthday resurfaced.
Ranma flushed the nightmarish thoughts out of his head and he looked
back at his bed. Akane was laying on it, still fully dressed, sleeping
away. Ranma smiled.
Akane and I are going back to the station later this evening for a
more formal dinner. Her sisters will be here in a little under a day. It
will be good to see them again. Looking forward to seeing if Kasumi will
make some of her soufflés before she leaves.
Ranma scoffs to himself.
And not looking forward to seeing how much money Nabiki will manage
to get out of me.
Ranma stands and removes his shirt. The increase in his muscle mass
is very noticeable. The last few missions have given him quite the work
out. He has also made a habit of getting back to the gym and working out
on a daily basis, something that he had allowed to slip previously.
Ranma continued his log as he walked into the bathroom.
On a more professional note, I am still making an attempt to get used
to my new ship. Technically it's the same ship but you'd be hard pressed
to find something on board that hasn't changed. There have been so many
changes that Starfleet even changed the class. It's made my bartender a
bit sad, as he enjoyed having a ship class named after him, but he will
get over it.
Commander Hino seems to be settling into her new position nicely. She
has been running drills daily with her group. From what she has reported
she has the Neo Special Operations Team running like clockwork.
As she should. Starfleet has given her every resource that she could
possibly need, including devoting an entire four decks of the ship to her
group.
Ranma takes off his pants and sets them on a clothes hamper. He walks
to the shower and turns on the cold water faucet. After a couple of
moments he checks it, to make sure it's cold enough and steps in.
Instantly Ranma converts to his female self. After wetting down her
hair thoroughly she steps out. Female Ranma slides on a one piece sports
swim suit as she finishes her log.
Once our personal time is complete here at Deep Space Nine we are
scheduled to head back to Earth. Commander Hino's group is scheduled for
some planetary training with the Earth Land Defense Forces. I have also
scheduled Commander Kino's security forces to receive some upgraded
infantry training as well.
Everything, operationally, is okay right now. Assuming Ryouga will be
able to back us away from the station without causing major damage we
should have no problems.
"End log." Ranma orders as she puts on a black bathrobe over her suit
and picks up a towel.
The computer chirps and Ranma turns to Akane.
"Akane?" Ranma softly says.
Akane stirs slightly and turns towards Ranma's voice.
"Yeah?" She sleepily asks, without actually opening her eyes.
"I am going to go for a swim. I'll be back in about an hour."
"Okay." Akane replies as she drifts back off to sleep. Ranma smiles,
walks over to his wife, and kisses her on the cheek.
Akane smiles in her sleep as Ranma walks out the door and into the
hallway.
Ranma proceeds down the blah grey corridor of deck two.
Ranma didn't really care for all the grey the ship was coated in now.
It was once a nice cream colored interior with the black computer
consoles on the wall.
Now it was grey. The lighting wasn't all that great either. It was
far dimmer than the lighting was before. All the lights were built into
the walls towards the ceiling. The grey walls didn't provide for much
reflection.
Ranma eyed the names on the doors as he walked by. Shampoo's quarters
were only a section down from his. There were also the quarters of a few
other bridge officers.
One of the changes Ranma liked.
His quarters were moved from deck four to deck two, making it much
easier for him to get to the bridge quickly. He was also able to make
back to his quarters quickly after a stressful day on the bridge. It was
a win-win situation.
Ranma reached the turbolift and hit the call button. Usually he
didn't have to wait long for a car to descend the one deck from the
bridge to deck two, but this time he was stuck waiting for almost a
minute.
Once the lift got there and the doors opened Ranma was greeted with a
strong odor.
Vodka.
Shampoo giggled as she saw Ranma standing there waiting.
"Hiya Ranma!"
Ranma nodded at Shampoo. "Afternoon, Shampoo. How are you?"
Shampoo thought about this for a second.
"Shampoo okay." She sized Ranma up for a second and continued.
"Why Ranma a girl?"
Ranma groaned. He really disliked being in his female form.
"I am going swimming. Since it will turn me into a girl I just get it
over with in the privacy of my own quarters." She explains.
"Ranma want company? Shampoo don't start work till 1400."
Ranma shifted uncomfortably.
"I am just going to work out, not really socialize. I wouldn't be
much fun." She stated quietly. "Sorry."
Shampoo grinned. "Is okay, Ranma!" She steps off the lift and allows
Ranma to get on.
"Happy birthday!"
Ranma smiles at her as the lift doors close.
"Thank you."
After the doors close Shampoo loses the smile she forced upon herself.
She takes a moment, wipes some moisture out of her eye and walks towards
her quarters.
"Deck 16, pool." Ranma tells the lift. It complies and begins it's
both vertical and horizontal trip down to the Olympic sized pool near the
deck 16 gym.
Ranma groaned with displeasure as looked at the interior of the grey
turbolift car. She had three weeks to get used to the color of the ship,
but he hadn't.
There were a lot of things he hadn't gotten used to yet. The new
bridge, the total isolation of a group he was supposed to be the captain
of, the fact that there was NOTHING for his ship to do unless it was
needed for some mission.
He hated the old mission. Running up and down the
Cardassian/Federation border but he hated doing nothing even more.
As far as he knew he didn't even have an area he was supposed to be
patrolling while waiting for a mission.
He hated having too much time on his hands.
It was good for him though. He and Akane had gotten to spend a lot
more quality time together. His boredom had him working out more often
and getting himself into better shape.
He had gotten to spend some time in engineering with Lt. Devall and
learn a lot about the new engines and about cloaking technology. He was
upset that the Sisko wasn't equipped with one but he understood why.
The Treaty of Algeron forbids cloaking devices on Federation ships.
It was only recently that the treaty was changed to allow for cloaking
devices on ships traveling in the Gamma Quadrant. Starfleet apparently
assumed no mission would ever be there for the Sisko.
The lift finally comes to a stop and the doors open. Ranma walks out
and down the hall to a set of large doors. She walks in to find the pool
empty.
She sighs at the gray walls and sets her robe down on a chair. She
picks up a towel and places it next to the pool. Ranma inhales deeply,
dives in, and proceeds to fiercely swim lap after lap.
* * * *
"It doesn't seem to be broken, Commander." A medic in sickbay informs
Raye. "How did you hurt it?"
Raye groaned. "I fell. About 4 meters."
The medic nods and continues to run scans on Raye's swollen ankle.
Raye looks up to Shelton who just stands and grins at her.
"What?" She asks.
"I didn't say a word." Shelton grins.
Raye groans. The sickbay doors slide open and a young woman walks in.
She is wearing the NSO uniform that both Raye and Shelton are wearing.
She marched right up to Shelton and Raye and stands at full attention.
Raye nods at her. "At ease, chief."
Chief Warrant Officer Kio Yuki loosens her stance slightly.
"Lieutenant Dowis wanted me to bring you the results of Beta team's
hostage recovery drill." Yuki states, her nervousness apparent in her
voice.
Shelton watches the exchange as Yuki walks over and hands Raye a PADD.
Yuki then quickly backpedals to where she was and stands, her hands
gripped together behind her back.
Raye takes a moment to read the report. Once she is finished she
slowly sets the PADD down next to her. She inhales deeply and slowly
looks up to Shelton.
"They're all dead." Raye states.
"The hostages?" Shelton asks.
"No, everyone." Raye looks to Yuki. "The hostages, the hostage takers,
Bravo Team. All of them. Blown to bits. Would you like to explain to me
how this happened?"
Yuki looks at Shelton for just a second before being scolded.
"I DIDN'T SAY TELL COMMANDER SHELTON!" Raye yells. A couple of the
medics in sickbay look to watch the exchange.
"I'm sorry, Commander." Yuki softly replies, her eyes quickly
returning their focus on Raye.
"What happened?" Raye asks again.
"One of the hostage takers drew his weapon on us. We shot him, but he
was wearing an explosive vest. It exploded and destroyed the building."
Yuki explained, doing her very best to keep her shame from coming out in
her voice.
"Why did you shoot someone wearing an explosive vest in the chest?"
Raye asked.
"We didn't know he was wearing one, ma'am." Yuki explained. Raye
fumed.
"No one scanned him?"
Yuki knew she was being backed into a corner. She paused for a moment.
The pause seemed to infuriate Raye even more.
"ANSWER ME!" She yelled.
Shelton eyed Raye with concern. He knew better than to intervene, but
he also knew that Raye had the young warrant officer scared out of her
wits.
Yuki backed up a bit upon being yelled at. She tightened her stance
and continued her explanation.
"Sergeant Simpson was told to scan him. I assumed that if he had
something like that on he would have told me."
Raye shook her head.
"You assumed." Raye hopped off the bed, ignoring the protest of the
medic who was still scanning her foot. Raye hobbled over and came to
within a half foot of Yuki.
"You can't fucking assume out there. You are in charge of that team.
YOU are responsible for the death of the hostages and your team. If you
can't handle something like a god damned simulation how do ever expect to
be able to handle yourself in a real situation where the program does not
end and you stay dead?"
Raye didn't want an answer to that. Not that it mattered. Yuki didn't
have one to give her anyway. Raye moved closer to Yuki to finish. Raye's
voice was quiet, yet stern as she stood nose to nose in front of the
young soldier.
"I want you to rerun this simulation until you can do it perfectly. I
don't want to see you or anyone else in Bravo team out of that holodeck
until then. I don't care if it takes you a fucking week. Do you
understand me, Chief?"
"Yes ma'am." Yuki softly replies.
"I'm sorry, what?" Raye asks.
"YES MA'AM." Yuki replies much louder.
"Dismissed."
Yuki nods, quickly turns around and exits sickbay.
Raye groans. The medic walks over to her.
"If you are done belittling your troops would you mind if I finish
fixing your ankle?" He asks.
Raye grumbles at him and hobbles back to the bed. She tries to hop
onto it but puts too much force on her hurt ankle.
"Shit." She groans.
"Here." Shelton states as he walks over to her. He helps her hop onto
the bed. The medic resumes his work as Shelton looks at Raye.
"Was that necessary?" he asks her.
"Don't question me, Commander." Raye dryly states.
"With all due respect, Commander, I doubt very much you would have
made me your second in command if you never wanted to be questioned."
Shelton was right. Raye knew from his service record that he was not
one to stay quiet when he thought something was not right. Raye wanted
someone who agree with her when she planned something right, but also
question her when she planned something wrong.
"She got her entire team killed." Raye said. She sat up slightly but
the medic treating her pushed her back down flat onto the bed.
"What should I have done?" Raye continued while staring at the
overhead lighting. "Tough cookies, better luck next time?"
"She made a mistake. One that she will not make again. That's what
these simulations are for. To make mistakes."
Raye sighed.
"We can't afford mistakes."
Shelton looks down at Raye's ankle. Raye sits back up and notices
this. She sighs as the medic once again shoves her back to the bed.
"Fine, point taken. What do you suggest?"
Shelton leans over Raye. "Work with her. Obviously her fighting
skills are superb. Why else would you have chosen her to be on the team?"
Shelton stands upright and starts to walk towards the door. "You need to
make sure she knows she's a leader. And only a leader herself can mold
another leader."
Shelton walks out of sickbay. Raye sits up and looks towards the door.
She hates it when other people are right.
The medic shoves her back down onto the exam table.
* * * *
"A 'screwdriver' for the gentleman and a beer for the lady." A
Ferengi says as he places the drinks in front of their respective owners.
Ryouga applies his thumbprint to a pad the Ferengi hands him. Once
the bill is paid the Ferengi scampers off to wait on the next table.
"How was your day?" Ryouga asks.
Mina takes a sip of her beer and groans.
"Boring. There is absolutely nothing to do while in command when a
ship is docked. I look forward to the Captain coming back on duty so I
can go back to operations."
Ryouga took a sip of his drink.
"I thought you liked being in command."
Mina nods. "When there is something going on. Being in charge of
sitting around simply means you do the most sitting around."
"Well don't feel bad." Ryouga smiled. "There isn't much piloting for
me to do while docked."
"How do you like that new helm console?"
Ryouga laughs. "It's so long I get lost from one end to the other."
Mina laughs as well. He may not have a sense of direction but at
least he's got a sense of humor. One of the qualities of Ryouga's that
Mina has come to enjoy.
"Seriously though," Ryouga continued. "It's not as complicated as it
looks. It's actually less so. Instead of having to switch from screen to
screen all I have to do is slide a bit."
Mina nods. "Operations is like that now as well."
Ryouga takes another swig of his swill. "Another nice thing is I
don't have Ranma sitting above me in his throne like chair."
Mina takes a second to look at Ryouga as he finishes his drink and
motions for the waiter to come back.
"You honestly don't like him, do you?"
Ryouga tells his order to the waiter and turns back to Mina.
"He's a cocky, arrogant jerk. He treats Akane like she was something
he stepped on. She could do so much better than him."
Mina slowly nurses her beer.
"Like you?"
Ryouga signs for his drink and starts to drink it before he realized
exactly what Mina said.
"ME?" Ryouga begins to blush. "Maybe once."
Mina continues to nurse.
"I understand what that is like. Loving someone who doesn't love you
back."
Ryouga gave Mina a soft look. She didn't really notice though.
"It's hard to let go." She continued. "But you have to. Even if you
don't want to, you have to."
Ryouga just continued to look at Mina. She looks up finally and
smiles.
"Would you get me another beer please? I'll be back in a moment."
Ryouga nods as Mina stands and walks away.
"So let me get this right." A man says as he sits down in Mina's seat.
"HEY! THIS SPOT IS TAKEN!" Ryouga bellows. He then notices the man's
rank insignia. "Sorry, Lieutenant."
Lt. Jeff Fuchs, the Sisko's new chief councilor, grins. "No problem.
I'm Lt. Fuchs, the ships councilor. I'd like to help, but I need to make
sure I have everything straight."
Ryouga isn't quite sure how to respond, but before he has a choice
Jeff continues.
"You're in love with Akane Tendo, who is Akane Saotome now, and you
hate Ranma Saotome because she chose him over you."
Ryouga attempts to butt in but Jeff continues.
"Now, even though you were madly in love with Akane you never told
her because you were embarrassed about the fact that you turn into a
little black piggy."
"How did-" Ryouga gasps.
"I'm Betazoid." Jeff clarifies without pause. "Any who, now you want
to try and start a relationship with Mina Aino but still, for some reason,
think that you would be betraying Akane Tendo, who is now Akane Saotome,
even though she doesn't know how you feel and doesn't have those feelings
for you."
"She might have feelings for me." Ryouga interjects.
"That's why she married Ranma?" Jeff asks.
"NO! She married him because her father and his father made an
arrangement."
Jeff laughs. "Son, this is the 23rd century. That kind of stuff
doesn't matter anymore! Besides, we've gone three stories without
sticking to anything even closely related to the original story lines,
why would we start now?"
Suddenly a dart comes out of no where and jabs Jeff in the back. Jeff
pulls the dart out and turns towards a dart board where a fat man with a
shaved head and a goatee is standing.
"Hey, sorry about that! Damn dart just got away from me!" The fat man
apologizes.
"Yeah, okay." Jeff grumbles, tossing him back the dart.
Jeff turns back to Ryouga.
"Akane made her choice. You have to accept that, like it or lump it.
If you don't, nothing more than meaningless, albeit great, sex will be
all you have."
Ryouga enjoyed the great sex with Mina but he did want more. The pair
got along very well. They made great friends. But could he ever really
get over Akane?
"You'll have to." Jeff smiled as he stood up.
"STOP READING MY MIND!" Ryouga screamed.
Jeff just laughed as he passed Mina. "Commander." He greeted her.
Mina nods to Jeff as he walks away giggling. She comes and takes her
seat.
"What was that all about?" She questions.
"Just someone giving me some advise."
"Advise? What about?"
Ryouga inhales deeply. He then reaches his hand across the table and
takes Mina's.
"Just advise."
Mina smiles as she holds Ryouga's hand back.
* * * *
18:31.
Shampoo's head was pounding and this evening just wasn't going fast
enough. She didn't fully understand why she even needed to be on the
bridge. It's not like they were going anywhere or going to do something.
No, they were just sitting.
It wasn't even sitting! They were attached to the station, orbiting
the planet and spinning with it.
They were hanging.
Shampoo sighed. The purple haired beauty had far too many things
going on in her head. Currently the strongest one was her hangover. But
the other things were placing a close second.
As much as she would deny it, she still wasn't over the loss of
Mousse. He was indeed very important to her, yet she still treated him
poorly. That made his death even worse.
Then, not more than three days later, Ranma had left her. He hadn't
died, but he might as well have. He killed her that was for sure. His
secret marriage to Akane was a stake that was driven right through
Shampoo's heart.
While her Amazon law required her to marry Ranma, it was no longer
about that. Shampoo had genuinely fallen in love with him. But no matter
what she did, he constantly tried to push her away. She couldn't
understand it. She would have been the perfect wife. Obedient. Cheerful.
A master cook. An excellent lover. She was everything Akane wasn't.
While she had grown to accept the marriage, she would never be happy
with it. She would like nothing better then to shove Akane into a torpedo
tube and send her on an endless voyage through space, but she couldn't.
Not just because of the obvious legal ramifications, but because Ranma
loved Akane.
And Shampoo loved Ranma to much to put him through the same pain
she'd had been put through.
It was a conundrum she had grown tired of.
18:33.
Shampoo took a look around the Sisko's new bridge. She liked the new
look. She had a thing for grey. Plus it really seemed more like the
battle ship it was now.
Shampoo, a warrior, felt right at home.
A young enlisted man walks up to where Shampoo is and snaps to
attention.
"The security reports from 1400 - 1800 ma'am." He informs her.
Shampoo takes the PADD and nods to the man. He returns the nod and
walks off.
She looks down and begins to glance over everything. Most of it was
just reports of people coming and going. She makes a note of both Ranma
and Akane leaving the ship at 1755. She notes that there were several
Bajorian tourists detained after being found on board.
The tourists were released after it was determined that they were
just curious. Having a ship named after their emissary was drawing the
Bajorian's on board like flies.
Shampoo continues to peruse the report and notes that Ryouga and Mina
returned to the ship at 1541. She chuckles silently.
*Why she pick Ryouga?* She thinks to herself. *Maybe she like to hear
him say oink-oink when they together?*
Shampoo laughs out loud at her own joke. A couple of the other bridge
people look at her, but she doesn't notice. She simply places the PADD
into the center console and leans back.
It was obvious that Shampoo's mind was not what it used to be. Far
from it even. Shampoo could be diabolical, resourceful and just plain
smart.
Now though...
Her mind only thought of very few things. When it was able to think
at all that is.
She had begun to drink far more then she ever did before. Since
docking at DS9, she had probably spent a majority of her off duty time,
and probably a good chunk of her on duty time, drunk.
She was restless the remainder of the time. It was impossible for her
to drink while she was on the bridge. Occasionally she would wander off
under the guise of using the restroom, but she would actually just return
to her quarters and have a quick drink.
She knew it was clouding her thinking and her judgment, but what does
that matter? They were docked. The extent of any decisions she would have
to make would be to allow resources to be diverted for tests.
Some of the other bridge crew was noticing her change. Some of them
had been on the ship since it first departed, but others had just joined
after the refit.
The ones that had been around constantly asked her how she was doing,
or if she needed anything. They hesitated in bringing anything specific
up because Shampoo was an angry drunk. The new ones just avoided her as
much as possible. They wanted to bring up their concerns with the Captain,
but being new they didn't want to make any waves. Even some of the older
crew members wanted to say something, but didn't.
In Shampoo's mind though, she was fine. She didn't get lost, so she
was one up on Ryouga. She never tripped on her own hair, so she was ahead
of Serena. And, in her opinion, she wasn't a psychopath, so she was
better than Raye.
18:40.
Shampoo wanted to attack the clock sitting above the main viewer. It
seemed to be mocking her. Every time the colon blinked it she could hear
it say 'Three more hours!'
It was starting to really fucking bug her.
She needed to go for a walk.
Shampoo stands and turns to the operations officer.
"I be back in a bit. You have bridge."
The operations man nods, but remains where he is. Shampoo moves
towards the turbolift and gets in.
The woman manning the security station turns towards operations and
gives him a look.
The concern in her face was not missed by the operations officer.
"I know. Just let it go."
She looks at him for a moment longer as he goes back to his duties.
The security officer moves back to a small terminal in the back of the
enclave where security was stationed. She begins to type a message.
TO: Saotome, Ranma (CPT)
FROM: Jansen, Amanda (LJG)
RE: CDR Shampoo
((PRIVATE AND CONFIDENTIAL))
Captain -
Please keep this message in the strictest confidence. I would like to
issue my concerns regarding Commander Shampoo. I know several other of
the bridge officers won't voice their concerns because the care for the
commander and don't want her to get into any trouble. But however I feel
that because I care for her, I must.
Recent events have gotten to her. She has become very easily
distracted and I believe that she is drinking while on duty. Surely you
have noticed how much she has been drinking while off duty.
I do believe that you should attempt to talk to her about what is
bothering her. I also believe that if her drinking is not gotten under
control immediately, it will be necessary to relieve her from duty.
The safety and security of the ship must remain our number one
priority and I do not feel that it can be maintained while our executive
officer is in the current state of alcoholism she is in right now.
Thank you for your time.
Lt. Amanda Jansen.
Amanda sighs, and hits a button. The letter is saved into her draft
folder.
*Maybe it won't come to this...* She hopes as she turns her chair
around to watch the tactical display.
* * * *
Happiness wasn't something that came easily for Akane. She had grown
up without a mother. She came across as a strong, confident woman, but
underneath it all she knew that she was a sad person.
Her father had tried to force a marriage down her throat. That didn't
make her happy. She thought that no one in the world cared what she
thought or how she felt. It made her angry.
She had been constantly attacked when she was younger. People feeling
that if they could forcefully get past her physical and emotional
barriers they would have her. She lived in fear of that eventually
happening to her.
But as she leaned against Ranma's chest while the two slowly swayed
to the music playing in the Bajorian restaurant they were in, she made an
admission to her self. One she never thought she would make.
She was happy. Truly, one hundred percent happy.
Her life had made a turn for the better. She had a great job and got
to work with some great people. Except Shampoo, she conceded. But that
was neither here nor there. She had gotten married, but not because she
was forced to.
Because she wanted to.
When the two first met things were different. Never in a million
years would she have thought she would actually enjoy being married to
Ranma. They fought constantly. He was always insulting her. He was
nothing but a perverted, disgusting jerk.
But that changed. She began to get to know the real Ranma. The man
who risked his life on countless occasions to save her. The only man who
truly acted as if he cared about her.
They still fought from time to time. But it wasn't anything that
couldn't be fixed. Both had learned to do something that neither of them
could do before.
Admit fault.
They were both very stubborn. It took a lot of work and courage, but
they had both learned that when it was necessary they would have to suck
it up and just say it.
I'm sorry.
Ranma looked down at his wife as the music ended. Akane returned the
look and they both engaged in a passionate kiss.
Yeah, it was love alright. Ranma was too easily embarrassed to do
such a thing in public otherwise. But the intoxication that being with
Akane gave him pushed his fears and inhibitions aside.
It was the same for Akane. The fear of people seeing them and judging
them went out the airlock when she was with him. She didn't care. Not one
bit. She loved this man and there was no one who was going to make her
feel silly for that.
Once the pair has completed their act, Ranma took Akane's hand and
led her back to the table where they were seated.
After they were seated, the waitress returned to them.
"Anything else I can get for you two?" She asked.
"Want anything else, Akane?" Ranma looked to his wife.
Akane shook her head. "No, I'm fine."
Ranma returned his attention to the waitress. "No, just the check."
The waitress grinned.
"Compliments of the house. Happy birthday, Captain."
Ranma smiled. He was his father's son alright. The thought of a free
meal just tickled him pink.
"Thank you." Ranma stated.
The waitress continued to grin and walked off. Ranma looked to Akane
who was finishing off her glass of wine.
"Shall we go?"
Akane nodded. Ranma stood and being the chivalrous man that he was,
helped Akane out of her seat.
Akane was wearing a tight, low cut black cocktail dress. The dress
perfectly showed off her figure. From her pert breasts down past her trim
waist. The dress draped perfectly around her soft buttocks and clung
nicely to her long silky legs.
Ranma wondered how he ever could have called her 'uncute'.
Ranma's features were more hidden within his loose suit. Even though,
Akane had no problem locking her eyes on his broad shoulders and well
toned chest.
Both knew that they were sizing each other up. And both loved it.
Ranma and Akane walked from the restaurant, arm in arm, down the
promenade. Through the hideously brown corridors of the station to a
turbolift. Once in the lift, Ranma ordered it to proceed to airlock
seventeen, where the Sisko was docked.
They wouldn't make it though.
It wasn't long before the desire inside the two boiled and had to be
released.
It started with a deep look into each others eyes. Akane's, a dark
fiery brown. Ranma's, a piercing blue.
"Computer, hold." Ranma ordered.
The lift shuddered to a stop as Ranma backed Akane against the wall
of the lift. Ranma just continued to stare into Akane's eyes.
"R-Ranma." Akane stammered.
"I can't believe I waited so long." Ranma quietly stated. "You are
the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
Akane blushed slightly. "R-Ranma."
Ranma shook his head, grinned, and kissed Akane again. His tongue
reaching into her mouth.
He pulled away slightly and worked his way down to Akane's neck. He
began to kiss and nibble on her neck and on to her shoulders.
Akane moaned slightly as chills shot down her spine. She could feel
every part of Ranma on her; his mouth working her neck and shoulders; his
hands skillfully moving up and down her back and sides.
Akane shivered slightly as she felt Ranma's hands move up to the
straps of her dress.
Ranma slowly pulled the straps over he shoulders and down her arms.
He then pulled the top of the dress down and past her breasts.
Ranma dirtily grinned to himself over Akane's lack of a bra. He
lowered himself to he knees and pulled Akane slightly down as well.
Akane didn't say a word. She just allowed Ranma to softly need her
breasts with his hands, and her nipples with his mouth.
"Ohhh." She murmured as Ranma hands went down to her legs. The then
proceeded back up, underneath her dress. His hands rubbing her hips,
thighs, and butt. Ranma used his fingernails to make sure every nerve
ending in her lower body was stimulated.
Akane wouldn't be able to withstand much more of this. Her satin
panties were already becoming wet with anticipation. She felt as though
her body was going to explode.
Ranma was in a similar situation. The smell of Akane's arousal was
moving Ranma to the brink of his own pleasure threshold. While a
Cardassian turbolift wasn't the most romantic place to make love to his
wife, he really didn't think either of them would make it to their
quarters.
It was a moot point anyway. Both lovers were far to into each other
to care where there were. The only thing either of them cared about was
that they were there together.
Ranma began to run his tongue down Akane's stomach. Meanwhile his
hands had returned to the outside of Akane's dress and had began to pull
it down even farther.
Akane sighed happily as Ranma's tongue moved down and around her
navel, following the downward progression of her dress.
Suddenly Ranma's communicator chirped.
A look of displeasure came across Akane's face. Ranma ignored the
noise however and continued.
The device chirped again.
Akane, never opening her eyes, softy queried Ranma. "Shouldn't you
answer that?"
Ranma looked up to his wife, then pulled the communicator out of his
jacket pocket. He grinned as he flung it up against the side of the lift,
shattering it into thousands of little electronic pieces.
"Nuts to them." Ranma smiled as he returned his attention to his
Akane's midriff. "Tonight's about us."
Euphoria over came Akane. Never before has she been made to feel more
important. Ranma was never one to shirk his responsibilities. But for her,
he did. Even though today was HIS birthday he refused to make it about
him.
"About us." Akane softly moaned as Ranma began to pull Akane's
panties away from her body.
"He's not answering, Commander." Lt. Jansen informed Shampoo.
Shampoo could care less. The clock read 21:55. She was off in five
minutes.
"Send email. It not that important."
The tall redhead nods and types away.
Akane steps out of her dress and panties which are now on the cold
floor of the turbolift. She pushes Ranma away from her.
Ranma looks up at Akane, with some disappointment in her eyes.
Akane grins back at Ranma with a look that can best be described as
the look a tiger gives its prey just before moving in for the kill.
"It's your birthday." Akane giggles suggestively. "It simply wouldn't
be fair if you were made to do all the work."
The disappointment fades as Akane shoves Ranma back a bit more. She
moves forward and down to her knees. The cold of the floor mixing with
the heat from her body sends and intense shudder through her body.
Akane grabs Ranma's belt and pulls him a bit closer. She slowly
unbuckles his belt. Once that is done she undoes the button keeping his
pants fastened and lowers the zipper.
Ranma gulps as Akane begins to work his pants down and around his
knees. Ranma's boxers could barely contain him, so it took very little
movement on Akane's part to release his fully erect and anticipating
member from its confines.
Akane looked up to Ranma and grinned. The pure seductiveness of
Akane's look nearly caused Ranma to explode.
"Damn you're hot." He grinned.
Akane didn't respond with words. She simply leaned forward and
allowed her tongue to move around the tip of Ranma's shaft. Ranma groaned
in pleasure as Akane skillfully toyed with the head of his penis.
Ranma continued to watch his spouse work her magic on him. His head
at time uncontrollably leaned back and wave after wave of pleasure flowed
through him.
"Constable Odo." A Bajorian security officer stands and turns towards
the station chief of security.
"Yes, what is it?" He asks without looking up.
"Turbolift 32-Bravo has been stopped for the past 15 minutes between
decks."
Odo stands and walks over to the security officer's terminal and
reads the display.
"Is it stuck?"
The security officer hits some buttons and shakes his head.
"No. It appears to have been manually held."
Odo nods. "Activate the security camera."
The officer complies. Both turn white at the scene before them.
"Oh my." Odo notes.
Another security officer walking by notices the scene out of the
corner of his eye. He stops, backpedals and begins to watch.
"Should I." The officer starts to ask.
Odo cuts him off and shakes his head. "No, I will talk to him later.
We were told to give the Sisko crew VIP treatment. So I suppose we can
let this slide."
Odo starts to walk off. "This time."
The officer nods and resumes watching.
"Turn that off." Odo orders from across the room.
The officer groans, but does as he's told. The second gawker also
groans and resumes his duties.
Akane's head was now moving in a fluid motion up and down on Ranma's
member. One of her hands was kneading Ranma's gluts. The other was moving
back and forth on Akane's own pleasure center.
Ranma was approaching the brink of pleasure. Though all his training,
both mental and physical, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop the
inevitable.
"Stop." He softly ordered Akane.
Akane did and looked up to him. Ranma took off his coat and laid it
on the floor. He then laid Akane on his coat and moved to his knees.
Ranma spent the next couple of minutes allowing his tongue to move
around Akane's soft vagina. He paid special attention to her clit and
anywhere else Akane's hands moved his head to.
Akane's breathing was becoming more rapid. Her soft moans were
becoming louder and sharp.
Ranma continued. He gently massaged Akane's breasts as his tongue
forcefully entered Akane.
Akane wrapped her legs around Ranma's back, forcing him closer. Ranma
didn't miss a beat. He continued to pleasure her, licking and sucking.
Akane screamed.
Her hips began to buck and Ranma could tell her vaginal muscles were
contracting. Ranma quickly broke free of Akane's grip and lined himself
up.
Akane continued to moan as Ranma penetrated her with his still fully
erect member. Ranma began to stroke, slowly at first. His hands were
assisting his johnson, rubbing Akane's button.
Akane continued to uncontrollably buck as Ranma thrust. Ranma watched
her as he began to pant in unison with Akane's heavy breathing.
Wave after wave of immense pleasure shot through Akane. Every part of
her was feeling the intensity of her orgasms.
Within moments Ranma grunted and pushed in with one final thrust as
the euphoria rushed through him. His knees, buckling under him, could no
longer hold him up. Ranma collapsed on top of a sweat drenched Akane.
Akane wrapped her arms around her lover and held him to her. The pair
stayed in that position for about ten minutes.
"Ranma." Akane stated softly.
Ranma opened his eyes and looked at Akane. Her hair was a mess. Her
makeup was smeared. Her eyes were only partially open.
"Yeah."
Akane just smiled.
Ranma kissed her and stood up. He assisted her up and helped to
gather their clothes. Once they were dressed again Ranma sighed.
"I wish I had more birthdays." He mused.
Akane chuckled.
"Computer, continue." Ranma ordered.
Upon reaching their quarters Akane headed towards the shower. Ranma
moved to his terminal on his desk and noticed that he had an email.
Ranma opened it up.
TO: Saotome, Ranma (CPT)
FROM: Jansen, Amanda (LJG)
RE: Message from TICI Nerima
Captain -
Nabiki Tendo, Captain of the TICI Nerima wanted us to advise you that
they would be delayed due to some business. They stated it shouldn't take
more than an additional six hours and that they should be here by 03:00.
They'd like to meet you and Commander Saotome at 10:00 for breakfast on
the station.
Ranma grinned. He was pleased that Nabiki hadn't changed any. She was
never one to not pass up an opportunity, even if it meant a slight
inconvenience for others.
It didn't matter though. They weren't required to be back at Earth
for two days. There was plenty of time.
Ranma walked over to the door of the bathroom.
"Hey Akane?"
"Yeah?" She called out from the shower.
"Your sisters are running behind. They want to meet tomorrow at ten
hundred for breakfast."
"Okay." She replied.
Ranma started to walk back over to his desk when Akane called after
him.
"Hey Ranma?"
"Yeah?"
"There's a spot I just can't get to. Can you come and help me?"
Ranma grinned. Akane can be so dirty when she wants to be.
Ranma walked to the bathroom and slid the door shut behind him.
* * * *
The large silver ship streaks to a slow crawl about 60 au from Deep
Space Nine. The perimeter of DS9's traffic control.
Nabiki leans back in her chair as the Ferengi pilot calls DS9 for
authorization to enter its space.
"Deep Space Nine, This is the Tendo Intersystem Commerce cargo ship
'Nerima', requesting permission to enter your space."
The communication system crackles. "Nerima, this is DS9 flight
operations, what is your destination?"
The Ferengi checks something on his terminal. "System F-21AD in the
delta quadrant."
"Standby please." The radio responds. The Ferengi looks confused and
turns to Nabiki.
"Don't worry." Nabiki states, answering the Ferengi's unasked
question. "There is a trade embargo against Dominion aligned systems.
They are just checking our destination in their databanks. F-21AD is
unaligned, so we will have no problem."
The Ferengi nods and turns back to his computer. The radio begins to
speak again.
"Nerima, you have clearance to proceed through DS9 space to the
wormhole. Be advised though there is still some Jem Hadar activity in the
delta quadrant. Ships have been known to be attacked by fringe groups
that don't want to believe the war is over. We are uploading a map to you
and suggest you take the course recommended on the map."
The computer chirps to advise them that an upload as been received.
The voice on the radio continues.
"Because you are not a Federation ship we are unable to assign you an
escort. Be careful and please notify us prior to reentering the wormhole.
Do you have an approximate time you will be spending in the delta
quadrant?"
"Ten hours." Nabiki states loud enough for the radio to hear her.
"Roger that. If you will be delayed, please advise, DS9 out." The
voice concludes.
The Ferengi brings the ship to full impulse and heads towards the
location of the wormhole. Kasumi looks at her sister with concern.
"This person couldn't have met you in a safer location?" She asks.
Nabiki chuckles and turns to Kasumi. "Our ships have been into the
Delta Quadrant dozens of times, all without incident. The only Jem Hadar
attacks have been on Federation ships that were moving through Dominion
territory. We'll be light years from that."
The look of concern doesn't leave Kasumi's face.
"We're delivering explosives to a mining company that is mining on F-
21AD. They don't have cargo ships this large to make it in one trip."
Nabiki grins and turns back towards the window as the ship creeps
through the sky towards the wormhole. "Besides, they are making it VERY
worth our while."
Kasumi sighs. She has faith in Nabiki but still thinks her lust for
money overrides her judgment at times.
The ship eventually reaches the outer perimeter of the wormhole,
causing it to open. Both the Ferengi and Nabiki continue concentrating on
the road ahead, but Kasumi stares wide eyed.
Kasumi has never seen the wormhole before, much less this close up.
The brilliant colors illuminate her awestruck face.
"It's beautiful." Kasumi states.
Nabiki nods. "That it is, sis. That it is."
The ride through the wormhole lasts about three minutes. After
exiting the other side the Ferengi gets to work plotting the advised
course sent to them by DS9.
"Just go straight." Nabiki orders.
The Ferengi pauses for a moment, and then complies, setting a
straight course from where they are to F-21AD. Before he can engage the
engines a Sovereign class starship comes swooping down out on no where
and parks in front of them.
"We're being hailed." The Ferengi advises as the computer begins to
chirp.
"Open a channel." Nabiki orders.
"This is the USS Columbia." A female voice on the other end advises
them. "Please advise your ship name and destination."
Nabiki stands and walks to the window to get a good look at this ship.
"This is the TICI cargo ship Nerima. We are en route to F-21AD."
There is a pause. "Can you advise the purpose of your cargo?"
Nabiki groans. "No."
"Ma'am." The voice continues. "This is currently a volatile area. I
need you to advise the intended use of your cargo before we can allow you
to pass."
Nabiki slaps the console she was leaning on. "Under what
jurisdiction?"
The look of concern increases on Kasumi's face as she watches the
exchange between the faceless person on the Federation ship and her
sister.
"This and the surrounding systems are under the control of Alpha
Occupational Authority, under the terms of the cease fire between the
Alpha Quadrant Coalition and the Dominion. You are carrying extremely
dangerous explosives. Under that authority we can detain and seize your
ship and cargo if you do not cooperate." The voice explains.
Nabiki sighs and surrenders. "Vor'Gal Mining Corporation is operating
on F-21AD. They ordered these explosives from the Romulans. I'm just
delivering them. I don't know what they are going to do with them, but I
would assume they are for mining."
Another pause. After a few moments the Federation ship begins to move
away.
"Thank you for your cooperation. For future reference, any cargo that
is embargoed against the Dominion will receive this kind of scrutiny.
Columbia out."
The communication ends. Nabiki looks at her Ferengi pilot.
"Go."
The Ferengi nods and engages the engines. Nabiki returns to her seat.
Kasumi watches her sister for bit before Nabiki turns to her.
"What?"
Kasumi shakes her head. "Nothing. Just don't think you need to always
be so confrontational."
Nabiki rolls her eyes and continues to watch the stars shoot by.
After about three and a half hours of near total silence the Nerima
drops to impulse. About seventy million kilometers away a blue and brown
planet, similar to Earth shines. The large cargo ship begins to creep
towards it at half impulse.
"Will we be landing?" The Ferengi pilot asks Nabiki.
"No. We'll meet Vor'Gal in orbit and once payment is received
transport the cargo down."
The Ferengi nods and begins the procedures for standard orbit. After
a few seconds the communications panel begins to chirp. The Ferengi
acknowledges it and calls back to Nabiki, without ever taking his eyes
off the controls.
"Vor'Gal." He states.
Nabiki nods and hits a button on her console.
"This is the TICI transport ship Nerima."
Vor'Gal's voice pipes up on the other end. "Greetings. Thank you for
the prompt delivery. I assume the Federation gave you no problems getting
here?"
Nabiki laughs. "Nothing I couldn't handle."
Vor'Gal returns the laugh. "Well, I assume you are going to require
payment prior to lowering your shields?"
"You assume correctly." Nabiki replies smugly.
Some time passes and the Nerima's computer chirps. The Ferengi looks
at the console and reports to his boss.
"Eight million bars of latinum have been transferred into the
corporate account."
Nabiki smiles and turns to Kasumi. Kasumi has a look of shock on her
face.
"Oh my." Is all she manages to mutter. Nabiki turns back towards the
window as Vor'Gal's ship approaches the Nerima. Nabiki smirks. "Damn
right 'oh my'."
Nabiki looks to the Ferengi. "Lower the shields." She orders.
He complies.
Nabiki waits for the explosives to disappear.
They don't.
Instead ten figures appear on the bridge of the ship. All armed. They
quickly swoop down on the trio and detain them.
"What the hell are you doing?" Nabiki demands.
One of the boarding party says something into his communicator in
Vulcan. Shortly there after Vor'Gal and T'Sol transport onto the bridge.
"Hello." Vor'Gal grins. "I want to congratulate you. You are all
going to be a part of the ejection of the occupation forces from Vulcan!"
"What are you talking about?" Nabiki glares.
"Oh, there is no need to get into details now." Vor'Gal explains.
"All you need to do is cooperate."
T'Sol walks over to the control console. The guards holding the
Ferengi move. T'Sol draws his weapon and fires at the Ferengi, killing
him instantly.
T'Sol moves in and takes a seat at the console.
"Course to the wormhole set." T'Sol explains.
"Good." Vor'Gal acknowledges. "I'll be back on the Ek'Skil. We'll
cloak and be right behind you."
T'Sol nods and Vor'Gal, along with two of the boarding party vanish.
T'Sol turns to Nabiki and Kasumi.
"Here is the deal. You don't do anything a hostage shouldn't do, you
won't be harmed. Otherwise you will be killed, starting with her." T'Sol
points to Kasumi.
"Look." Nabiki growls. "You want the explosives and the ships, take
them. There's no reason to kidnap us."
"Sure there is." T'Sol states. "If we get found out, we need some
sort of bargaining chip. And you, my dears, are them."
T'Sol begins to turn back to the console, but notices the dead
Ferengi on the floor. He looks to one of the guards.
"Get rid of that."
The guard nods and drags the lifeless pilot off the bridge and
towards an airlock. The other guards force Kasumi and Nabiki next to each
other and move them back into the cargo bay where they are left to sit
next to one of the cargo containers.
Kasumi leans into Nabiki.
"Won't Akane-"
Nabiki shushes her sister and gives her a reassuring nod.