Daryl
Daryl Dixon finished his shift and headed to his quarters. He was a loner by nature and was glad he had a cabin to himself at last. That wasn't true when he first enlisted in Starfleet. He had shared a cabin for three years and while he could get along with most anybody, it took some effort because he tended to avoid personal relationships. He would have denounced anyone who suggested he was shy but the truth was his background had made him leery of baring his soul easily. It had been a relief to be made a petty officer 3rd class but even then he might not have gotten a cabin to himself right away. Single quarters were for officers but academy graduates took precedence over enlisted so petty officers often had to wait until they were made 2nd class or even 1st class. But Daryl's promotion came through at a time when cutbacks had reduced the ship's complement. Fewer crew members meant less sharing. Even Starfleet wasn't immune to shifts in government. One of the periodic rollbacks in spending had finally caught up with the federation's biggest organization for peacekeeping and scientific exploration. Eventually the administration would change and there would be calls to expand the same things that were being scaled back now.
Before he had a chance to relax and decide whether to eat in his quarters or go to the enlisted mess his day planner reminded him of the meet-and-greet this evening. Crew rotations took place during visits to a star base. After the ship was back in deep space and new crew members had completed orientation in their own departments, there was an open house and all available personnel were expected to put in an appearance. Officers especially were required to set a good example. Daryl thought it was BS but it only happened every few months. This would be the third one he had attended including the one when he first came aboard.
What to wear was simple since uniform was required. It made it easier for the newbies to identify rank and department. Daryl didn't mind. He liked the plain dark pants and boots. His shirt was gold. It reminded Daryl of mustard or piss but it was comfortable enough.
He went to the bar as soon as he entered the lounge. He was more at ease circulating with a drink. Gave you something to do with one hand and your mouth. The newbies had name badges. Daryl counted only four. One male and female were older – transfers from other ships. The other male and female were kids right out of the Academy. The young man caught Daryl's eye – an Asian with black hair and dark eyes. He was a brand new ensign in a deep red shirt. Red was for command and bridge personnel so Daryl knew he must be a navigator or helmsman. And he must be top of his class or somebody's relative because ensigns weren't usually assigned to the bridge. Daryl didn't admit to himself that he was a little smitten by his looks. That was shallow and besides, though the kid was almost 10 years younger, an academy officer – even an ensign – outranked an enlisted officer.
Daryl sighed and moved around the room. He didn't need to introduce himself to the new crew, he just needed to be seen by a couple of senior officers and then he could escape. He and Chief Engineer Jim Deakins nodded at each other. One down. Dale Horvath, ship's counselor, said hello. Daryl was pleased. His department head and the ship shrink had both observed him being a team player. He was about to find a side exit for a quiet departure when someone bumped into him and cold liquid splashed his back. He turned to see the Asian kid, eyes wide as he stuttered an apology.
Glenn
I've been aboard the USS Parallax for a week and all I can think about is getting laid. I'm not a nympho but I've been studying my ass off for four years and now it's time to pay attention to my personal life. I'm rated on navigation and helm but my station right now is navigation. It's easy for me and I settled in quickly. There's a welcome aboard tonight for new crew. It sounds kind of lame but at least I'll get to meet people. Actually I just want to look and see if there's anyone worth meeting.
Fifteen minutes in I see a man from the back. He's wearing a gold shirt so that narrows it down to engineering, security or operations. It's impossible not to notice that he's very well built. His light brown hair is a little shaggy, not a regulation cut. I like that. Odds are he's straight but a guy can dream, can't he? I see his face when he turns to greet the ship's counselor and all I can think is that he needs to be in science or medical so he can wear a blue shirt that would really bring out his eyes. Too gay? Okay, I'll stop imagining him in a different colored shirt and just skip the clothes completely. Because he needs to be naked. He looks a little rough, like he could make it hurt so good. I can tell from his insignia that he's an enlisted officer. I outrank him. He has to follow my orders!
I almost always pull my cock up when dressing because an erection is less noticeable if it's already pointing in the direction it wants to go. That pays off tonight because I'm getting hard just watching him. And now I'm watching him about to leave. He doesn't look like the type who enjoys this kind of function. But there are 300 people on board and I don't have much reason to visit gold shirt areas. I've got to meet him at least and make an impression so he remembers me later. Maybe we could be friends even if it never goes any further.
So I bump him and spill my drink.