Star Trek: Pioneer
by Galaxy1001D
Chapter One: The Orion Gambit
Tenchi Muyo and all related characters are © AIC/Pioneer. Star Trek and all related material are © Paramount Studios. This story has been written solely for entertainment. The views expressed herein do not necessarily express the opinions of AIC/Pioneer, the author, or this website.
On the alien spaceship, a teenage boy's image could be seen on the main viewscreen. "This is the Pioneer, responding to your distress signal, Erotica," said the boy in the Starfleet uniform. "We shall beam over in a few minutes and assist. What seems to be the trouble?"
In the command chair of the Erotica's bridge was an attractive woman with red hair. Her skin was green, and she was wearing a revealing, skintight outfit that seemed to show off a more of her body than it concealed. Her ingenuous smile matched her perfect complexion. "Thank you, captain," she cooed. "The ship just won't start, and I'm afraid that none of my staff are very good when it comes to things mechanical. I hate to put you out to such trouble."
"It's no trouble at all," the boy in the gold shirt assured her. "That's what we're here for. Pioneer, out."
"Ha, ha, ha!" Laughed the green woman evilly. "Soon we shall no longer be Orion slave girls, but Orion pirates! This plan is foolproof; it can't fail!"
"Are you sure, Ramia?" asked a second green supermodel with black hair, slanted eyes, and red tiger stripes on her cheeks.
"Of course, Matori," Ramia assured her scantily clad cohort. "All we have to do is seduce the top officers of the Federation starship and we will have a pirate ship that is second to none! Ha-ha-ha-ha!" Matori, Misa, and Yugi joined in their lovely leader's laughter.
Misa and Yume, two underage green girls, were a pedophile's dreams come true. Ramia's sister Misa, who appeared to be twelve years old, had a perfect emerald hued complexion that complemented her flaming red hair. Yugi's aspect was even younger. She appeared to be ten at the oldest, but could have been only six. Her ash blonde hair blended with her pale green skin, and her penetrating blue eyes seemed to hypnotize the observer.
Throughout the galaxy, no women were considered more sensuous or beautiful than the green women of Orion. Legend had it that no man could resist their charms, so skilled were they in the arts of seduction.
"Okay, girls, get ready!" the gorgeous and gleeful Ramia exclaimed as she glanced down at her sensor panel. "They are beaming over now! Remember to stay in character and pick a sweetheart. Here they come!"
The electronic hum of a Star Fleet transporter was heard as a teenage boy in appeared at the far end of the room in a shower of sparks. He had on the gold sweater and black trousers and boots that marked him as a member of the command division of a Star Fleet vessel. The boy's lustrous black hair, tanned complexion and dark brown eyes indicated that his ancestors came from a subtropical section of his home planet. He let out a breath he had been holding. His nervous demeanor was at odds with the image of an arrogantly professional Star Fleet officer.
"Hi, I'm James Tenchi," he greeted shyly. "Is everyone okay?"
"Why thank you lieutenant," Ramia's sultry smile almost hid her predatory contempt. The boy must have been a cadet or an ensign at the most, given his age, but the plan was to flatter the officers as much as possible to lower their guard. "I assure you that our problem isn't medical in nature. As you can see, we are all quite…healthy…"
Almost as one, the women assumed seductive, languorous poses and inhaled deeply.
"Heh-heh," Tenchi giggled nervously as a sweatdrop trickled from his temple. "Oh, uh, I'm not a lieutenant," he scratched the back of his neck and looked away from the breathtaking females before him. "I'm, um…the captain."
"The captain?" Ramia gasped. Almost as one, the outrageously scantily clad Orions stared at the boy in slack-jawed amazement. Sure enough, there were captain's stripes on his sleeves. Was this a joke? A trap? Was the captain from a planet where the inhabitants age in reverse? "B-but, but how? You're so young!"
"Er, heh-heh," Captain James Tenchi blushed furiously and squirmed uncomfortably at the question. "I had a transporter accident last year. De-aged me at least three decades. But I assure you, I have more than enough seniority to command the Pioneer."
"You're in command?" Matori stared at the boy in disbelief. She smiled at Ramia. "Well, Ramia, this is even better than we hoped," she said in a quiet voice. If her knowledge of human biology served her, the sex drive of males from his planet was strongest during their teenage years. If that was true, it would take less than ten minutes to completely bend him to their will.
"Yes," Ramia nodded softly. "It looks like a twist of fate has put the Federation starship in the hands of a horny teenager. This is going to be easier than I thought!" She raised her voice to address the unsuspecting captain. "Well, Captain, welcome aboard. We're happy to welcome an officer who is so young and…vigorous!"
The teenage captain backed away and laughed nervously again. He fumbled at his belt for his communicator. "Well, if everything is all right, I'll beam over my staff so we can take a look at your engines. I'm sure the problem is relatively minor."
"Thank you…captain," cooed Ramia. "Go ahead and bring your top…men aboard."
Tenchi's fliptop communicator chirped as he opened it. "Tenchi to Pioneer, everything is in order. Beam over the landing party."
"I'm afraid we're having trouble with the transporter," the voice of his transporter chief replied from his communicator. "We'll have to send them over one or two at a time."
"What?" Tenchi gasped. "Why wasn't I notified before I beamed over?"
"Lieutenant Washu said that you didn't need to know," came the embarrassed reply. "We all know how you feel about the transporter sir."
"Thank you, Chief," growled the embarrassed captain. 'We all know'? The whole ship?
"Despite the low transporter power, it will be perfectly safe as long as we don't have to beam you out in a hurry," the transporter chief continued.
"Yes-yes," Tenchi snapped irritably as he glanced over at the Orion females. "Thank you, Chief! Just get them over here, alright?" He didn't need his transporter phobia advertised to every spaceship in the Alpha Quadrant. He took a breath, composed himself, and smiled at his heavenly hosts. "My first officer should be beaming over next," he assured them."
"Certainly," Ramia tried to hide her predatory grin. "By all means, beam him over."
"Transport the first one, Tenchi out." Tenchi commanded, then shut his communicator with a click.
The room was filled with the electronic whine of the matter transporter, a wondrous device that could take apart solid matter, condense it into a data stream, and then reassemble it at a point up to twenty thousand kilometers away from the ship. Appearing next to Tenchi in a shower of sparks was a second officer dressed in gold and black.
Like the captain, the first officer was young, relatively short, attractive, slender and smooth skinned. However, the Orions immediately noticed a marked difference.
Tenchi gestured to his executive officer. "Ladies, I would like to introduce you to my XO, Lieutenant Commander Lydia Ayeka. She's a capable engineer and should be able to fix the problem."
Lydia Ayeka was such a beauty that she could have passed for an Orion slave girl herself if she was painted green. As it was, her smooth creamy skin was as pale as a Terran Scandinavian. Ayeka's lovely hair was an exquisite shade of purple and worn in bangs in the front and two long ponytails that nearly extended to the floor in the back. Peeking underneath her bangs was an ornate golden tiara engraved with complex knots and designs that could have passed for Norse or Celtic patterns. Her eyes were as red as rubies and as alluring as the crimson jewels they resembled. The first officer's manner was proper and aristocratic, just the right balance between shy and feminine and confident and commanding. Her lithe figure was complemented with a tiny waist, shapely legs, and a pert bosom that made her appear too young for her rank. All and all, Ramia could tell that she was stiff competition.
"Lydia Ayeka reporting for duty," Ayeka clicked her heels and gave a snappy salute. Her ramrod straight posture in her ridiculously short skirt and black leggings made her appear as a fashion model. Her aristocratic accent and purple hair marked her as a scion of the plutocrats of Jurai, the definition of 'old money' for this part of the galaxy. "What seems to be the problem?"
The problem is that the Pioneer's first officer is a baby-faced goddess from a wealthy family with a body that won't quit, Ramia thought to herself. She had the potential to be trouble. Other ships had balding men or snaggly toothed old hags as command personnel, but no, not the Pioneer. She could only hope that the ship's department heads were more pliable. Ramia scowled and nodded to Matori. They would have to separate the captain from the first officer as soon as possible.
"Well, the ship just won't go," Matori explained lamely. "None of us are very good at technical matters."
"'Won't go'?" Ayeka arched her eyebrow skeptically. "What kind of talk is that? Don't you have any diagnostic programs or any theories? What are you even doing in space if you don't know the first thing about your own ship?"
It was as Ramia feared. With Lydia Ayeka around the ruse of 'helpless women in space in need of rescue' was quickly becoming 'brainless bimbos who don't belong in space'. Their ploy to appear vulnerable was making them look silly. First impressions were very important when it came to reducing men to love struck puppets.
"Now, now," Tenchi gently scolded. "It's not their fault. They just don't have our training."
Perhaps they could still salvage the situation! Maybe the captain had a soft spot for women he considered his intellectual inferiors! Time to begin 'Operation Bimbo'…
The bridge of the Orion vessel was once again filled with the sound of a Federation transporter as a third officer appeared in a shower of sparks.
"Oops!" the lanky woman in the gold skirt had appeared in the air two feet above her superior officers and flapped her limbs in the air while attempting to find something to stop her fall. "Yah!" Arms and legs akimbo, the hapless blonde tumbled onto Tenchi and Ayeka knocking them off their feet and sending all three of them to the ground. "Ouch…" moaned bronze-skinned lieutenant as she lay atop her stunned superiors.
"Uff!" came the muffled cry of Commander Ayeka as she pushed a long shapely leg off of her face. "Lieutenant Mihoshi, get off of us this instant! That is an order!"
"Oh my! I am so sorry, Ayeka!" the blue-eyed young woman named Mihoshi apologized as she rolled off the captain and first officer. She scrambled to her feet, stood up straight, clicked her heels and assumed a snappy salute. "Lieutenant Mihoshi, reporting for duty, Captain!"
The teenager rose shakily to his feet and put a hand on his back. "I thought that after my transporter accident, lower back pain would be a thing of the past," he muttered. "Boy, was I mistaken…"
Ayeka stood on tiptoes to stare the flustered young lieutenant in the eye. "Lieutenant Mihoshi, is it your duty to make us the laughing stock of Starfleet?" The fall had transformed Ayeka aristocratic and birdlike voice into a harsh shriek. "Honestly, how much are the Klingons paying you to stay on our side?"
"I…I…I…," was all the terrified blonde could stammer out. "I'm sorry! I wasn't operating the transporter, Commander, I swear!"
"Yes!" Ayeka looked down, closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose in an attempt to calm herself down. It was hard, because she was still smarting from being tackled from above by a long-legged, pointy-eared woman who was almost six feet tall. "You're right!" she snarled as she turned away. "It wasn't your fault! They must have had a malfunction. You're lucky to have made it here in one piece, I guess." She hated to expose the nasty side of her personality to the captain, but the pain and humiliation had made her irritable.
Meanwhile Tenchi had pulled out his communicator. "Pioneer, what happened?" the boy asked in a low irritated voice. "Lieutenant Mihoshi nearly put us in sick bay."
"Sorry about that, Cap'n," said the voice from the communicator. "We lost power at the last second, but we should have it corrected in less than a minute. It should be safe to send the rest of the team."
"Send them over before they wise up and take off," Tenchi grumbled to the communicator, "and get the transporter in order before we have to leave. Is that clear?"
"Aye-aye sir," gulped the voice on the other end. "Pioneer out."
Tenchi snapped the communicator shut and returned it to his belt. He cleared his throat as he straightened his gold shirt and turned to address the gawking green women. "Ahem, ladies, may I present our chief helmswoman, Lieutenant Barbie Mihoshi."
Mihoshi's eyes lit up and an infectious grin graced her face as she once again clicked her heels and saluted. "Lieutenant Mihoshi, ready and able! Don't worry about a thing, 'cause I'm a whiz at navigation systems and can pilot just about anything!"
Ramia and the other Orions groaned inwardly as yet another enchanting female was unveiled before them. Standing at her full height while wearing the ultra short skirt of the female option Starfleet uniform, Mihoshi looked more like a supermodel or an exotic dancer on Risa than a department head of one of the Federation's most powerful starships. She also had the 'ditzy charm' down to a science as well! If they wanted to get to the captain's heart, they'd have to try something different. If dumb won't do it, how about smart? Ramia was good at playing the part of the sophisticated seductress. She'd just have to change gears and…
The Orion leader's calculations were interrupted by the sound of yet another officer appearing in a shower of golden sparks. Ramia closed her eyes in frustration as the short silhouette solidified into yet another young exotic female.
"Fixed it!" came a booming cry from the short woman in blue skirt. At four-foot two inches height, the green-eyed officer seemed to be attempting to make up for it by having the ponytail of her flaming red hair wore high and cascade down her back in a like the feathers of a Native American chief's ceremonial headdress. "Cross-circuited phase 'B'! It should last long enough until they can clear the buffers and fix it for real."
"Are you sure it's safe, Lieutenant Washu?" the captain asked shakily. Her dramatic entrance had made everyone in the room jump.
"Why of course!" Washu put her hand on her hips and struck an arrogantly dramatic pose. "It was a snap for the greatest scientific genius in the universe! I'd like to see anyone else jury-rig a transporter with just a bobby pin!"
"Ohhh…" her fellow Starfleet officers groaned. As a matter of fact, the Orions did too.
Both Ramia and Misa were redheads, and Washu wasn't stubby or deformed, either. On the contrary, she had the same underage prepubescent beauty that Misa had, with slim delicate limbs and a radiant lineless face.
Oblivious to the Orions' distress Tenchi gestured to the little redhead. "Ladies may I introduced my chief science officer, Lieutenant Washu of the planet Chousin. Easily the smartest science officer in Starfleet."
"Also the cutest!" Washu struck an ingeniously childlike pose in imitation of Misa's best come-hither-I'm-too-young-to realize-you're-a-disgusting-pedophile look. "I am cute, aren't I? People are always mistaking me for a little girl, 'cause I look so young…! She nudged the captain's leg with her hip flirtatiously. "And ya know…I get lonely come bedtime…"
"Lieutenant Washu!" Ayeka squawked in protest. "Show some decorum will you? You are a Starfleet officer and not an Orion slave gi—" The purple-haired first officer put her hand over her mouth in horror as a scarlet blush lit up her cheeks. Slowly, very slowly, she contritely turned her head in the direction of her emerald hued hostesses. "Oh…um…ah…" she stammered in a quiet mouse-like squeak.
The Orions did not look happy. Tenchi looked up at the ceiling and scratched the back of his neck. Mihoshi wandered away to the pilot's station to diagnose the nav-computer.
In truth, the Orions had bigger things to worry about then a careless racial slur. Ramia couldn't believe that her plans were going up in smoke like this! The captain had looked like such a sucker too! All right, if brains has been taken, they could still try brawn. Matori was a talented athlete, perfect for a vigorous young man on the go!
Another officer appeared in a shower of sparks as the transporter hummed. This time a shapely young woman with dazzling blue eyes appeared in a red miniskirt. Unlike the others, she had a phaser pistol attached to her belt. She ran her hand through her long teal hair to reveal the orange headband she wore and looked around. When she saw the captain she saluted and announced. "Lieutenant Kiyone reporting as ordered, Captain."
"Kiyone!" Mihoshi gushed from the pilot's console where she had been examining the controls. "You made it! I barely got here in one piece! There was a transporter malfunction, and I appeared over six feet in the air!" The plucky helmswoman jumped up from the pilot's station and started to run over to Kiyone. "I'm lucky I didn't lose my head in the roof…Whoa!" Sure enough, the bubbly blonde was starting to fall. The heel of her high-heeled boot had gotten stuck in the thick carpet on the Orion's bridge and had yanked her foot out from under her.
"Mihoshi!" the red-skirted woman jumped forward and executed a somersault in midair to clear the distance to get to the helpless helmswoman's side. She managed to catch Mihoshi before she tumbled to the floor and balanced her unsteadily to her feet. "Are you okay?"
Mihoshi shrugged happily and smiled as if she had won a contest. "Of course, Kiyone, I'm more than okay if I have a good friend like you! Thanks a lot, and watch your step on the shag rug by the way…"
"Heh-heh," Kiyone blushed. "Don't mention it."
"Lieutenant Cassandra Kiyone is our chief tactical officer," Tenchi explained, somewhat embarrassed that she was wearing a visible sidearm. "Like Mihoshi, she is an expert in shipboard systems and should be able to trace the fault."
"Yeah…fine…" Ramia moaned without enthusiasm. They had an erotic gymnast aboard their ship too! She could see Matori gnashing her teeth at this latest setback as it became obvious that the athletic amazon slot had been taken. She glanced at Yugi, the smallest and youngest of her crew. Yugi was even younger than Misa, but her skills at blackmail and manipulation were second to none. If the teenage captain felt intimidated by all these older women, maybe Yugi would be able to strike up a rapport with him…
Once again, the Pioneer's transporter filled the room with that infernal humming as yet another member of her crew was beamed over. The sixth member to come across was littlest so far, even shorter than Washu! Skyblue ponytails extended from each side her angelic head. Her bubble-gum pink eyes were large and innocent, and would have given one the impression that she was always surprised if they did seem to be so serene. Light freckles dotted across the bridge of her tiny nose and her smile could light a room even if the power went out. She wore a red miniskirted uniform like Kiyone but instead of a phaser she carried a tray with a teakettle and five steaming cups of tea. "Midshipman Sherry Lynn Sasami reporting for duty!" she proudly announced.
"Oh boy!" Mihoshi trotted over to Sasami's side and procured a cup of tea. Almost as one, the entire landing party's spirits rose as they smiled and politely reached for a teacup.
"Wha?" Ramia gasped. Yugi turned a lighter tint of green and fainted.
"Oh, don't mind Sasami," Mihoshi chirped, "she's the best tea maker in Starfleet."
"I'm not a tea maker, I'm a third-year cadet!" Sasami insisted.
"All right, all right," Mihoshi waved her free hand dismissively, "but remember, you're going to have to work hard if you want to be an officer in Starfleet."
"If you can make it, I know I can make it," Sasami spoke with confidence. "You're my star of hope, Mihoshi."
"Oh!" giggled an embarrassed Mihoshi. "You're making me blush!" Mihoshi and Sasami shared a laugh while the Orions groaned inwardly.
The Pioneer seemed to be populated by nothing but beautiful women! Nearly every type of beautiful woman seemed to be represented except…they had no femme fetale! Yes, thought Ramia, men love the wicked woman, the seductive siren who tempts them to sin. Garbage on shapely legs, no man can resist their call, particularly not this captain. After being surrounded by a horde of clean-cut squeaky-clean Starfleet women, he'd be hungry for a lady that would appeal to his dark side. She'd be no good for him, but he wouldn't care…and the Erotica had no shortage of that kind of vixen…
The electronic hum lasted less than a second, but appearing from a pink field of energy was yet a seventh female! This tall angular woman had the large ears and cyan-white hair of a Burchardian, and her hawklike predatory golden eyes shone with mischief. She was dressed in a reddish purple catsuit that clashed with her wild messy hair. "Tenchi…." She called playfully as she floated through the air like a zero-G gymnast. "Tenchi sweetie, did you miss me?"
"Ryoko!" the teenage captain cried in horror. "What are you doing here?"
"It took me a long time to break out this time!" she giggled as she wrapped her arms around him. In defiance to the artificial gravity on the bridge, her hindquarters levitated behind her pointing straight at the startled Orions.
It was almost as if she was mooning us, Ramia thought bitterly.
"Honestly, it took me forever to find a way to neutralize the drug they gave me to dampen my powers," she explained as she rubbed her cheek against his. "Then I had to wait for a resupply ship to dock up to the penal colony and rig up a hologram so they wouldn't notice that I left…"
"Ryoko!" Tenchi scolded as he pried himself loose from her grip. "How many times do I have to tell you? Quit following me! Starfleet is going to think I'm helping you escape. All you had to do is go for an insanity plea and you would be out in less than two years! Now everytime you break out they're going to add time to your sentence!"
"To be honest, I think the penal administrator is glad I'm gone," replied the buxom Burchardian. "How do you like my outfit by the way? Pretty 'Seven of Nine' wouldn't you say? These Orion slave girls may be sluts but they've got great fashion sense! I've been hiding aboard their ship for two weeks looking for you and now they've faked a distress signal to lure you into a trap! Isn't it great? We're together again!"
"Miss Ryoko!" Ayeka cried. "I can't believe that you've escaped again! Those Galaxy Police must be really incompetent! Why do you keep tormenting the captain so? Don't you realize that your silly antics might cost him his career?"
Ryoko smiled and waved a dismissive hand at the first officer. "It's okay, Ayeka, as long as Tenchi arrests me, Starfleet won't suspect a thing! He might even get a medal for capturing me so often!"
"Don't say things like that!" Tenchi whined. "Talk like that can be very misleading!"
"Hey, it's okay, the Orions are crooks!" Ryoko put her arm around the underage captain's neck while her other hand caressed his face. "No one will believe them if they tell anyone that we're boyfriend and girlfriend!"
"Ryoko!" the captain shouted.
"R-ryoko?" Ramia stammered. "The dread pirate Ryoko? The Ryoko? The captain's girlfriend?"
Ryoko grinned like the Targ that ate the dracbird and put a finger to her lips. "Okay!" she teased. "So now you know! Just don't leak this information to the press, okay?"
"Yaah!" Tenchi put his hands over his face and collapsed to his knees.
Now it was Misa's turn to faint. Matori helped Ramia to a divan before she too fell to the floor.
"It's…it's over," Ramia sniveled. "The femme fetale, the wicked woman…that was our last card to play…and she's been hiding on board disguised as one of us and knows the whole plan…it's over…"
Mihoshi looked up from where the rest of the landing party was consoling the captain. "Are you all right?" she asked the Orions. "You don't look well. I better call our medical officer to come over here right away and take a look at you!"
"No!" Ramia leaped to her feet. "We don't need some leggy floozy who likes to play doctor! We've got plenty of that on board! Get out of here, all of you! Get out of here, and let's…let's just go home!" She collapsed into Matori's arms and cried on her shoulder. "It was my plan…It was such a good plan…How could they wreck such a good plan? We were going to be pirates…It's not fair!"
"Are they going to be okay?" asked a concerned Ayeka. "We really should try to help them."
"We can't help them if they don't want us to," Tenchi sighed. "Remember the Prime Directive, Ayeka. We can't interfere in other's affairs. Let's hope our engineers have fixed the transporter so we can go home."
"Tenchi…" Ryoko batted her mischievous eyes at him. "Aren't you going to arrest me? You know I like it when you put the cuffs on tight…"
Ayeka and Tenchi both groaned. The captain pulled out his communicator and called his ship. "Tenchi to Pioneer," the boy announced. "They have refused assistance. Beam us back at your earliest convenience."
Meanwhile back on the NCC 1992 USS Pioneer, the chief medical officer stood next to the transporter chief. "I'm not beaming over?"
"Sorry doc," the transporter operator shrugged. "Looks like the mission is cancelled."
"That's okay, I've never liked the transporter anyway," Lieutenant Commander Katsuhito Yosho took off his spectacles and cleaned them with the sleeve of his shirt. An elderly man with iron gray hair, Doctor Yosho had been in Starfleet long enough to accept last minute changes and cancelled missions. It would give him a chance to finish his painting. One of the perks of being the ship's doctor was that it was easy to find a model for his latest creation 'Nude Orion Slave Girl Descending a Staircase.'
Dedicated to Ignorant One, who encouraged me to write this.