"Hailing frequencies open, Captain." says Lieutenant Uhura. The crew of the Constitution class vessel USS Enterprise was ready to take it's long needed shore leave. It was 2267, during the five year mission, and the captain ordered shore leave on starbase 11, after his court martial hearing. "Put it on-screen, Uhura." The captain said slyly. "Captain, welcome back to Starbase 11, are you ready for the docking procedure?" said the starbase traffic controller. "We are. Bring us in." sighed the captain, but still keeping his resolute disposition. "Enjoy the ride." replied the traffic controller as the Enterprise was gracefully wisked into dock via the starbase's tractor beam.
When the ship docked, the captain ordered almost all of his crew, including his commanding officers, to partake in shore leave at the starbase. Commander Spock, Lieutenant Commander Scott, Lieutenant Sulu, and Dr. McCoy all reluctantly complied with the captain's orders and reported to the transporter room and waited in line with the rest of the crew. The Enterprise was left with a skeleton crew of about 40 members, just staying behind to maintain the Enterprise at dock. Commander Spock was somewhat puzzled as to why the captain required all of his commanding officers with him on shore leave. He put this in the back of his mind for now and decided to wait before jumping to any conclusions. Such was the way of Mr. Spock, the ever-stoic and resolute young man who's only facial expression was that of a cool and calculating person, always entranced in deep thought.
Starbase 11 was usually filled with human traffic of many different kinds of races, comparable to modern day New york City. Vendors lined the halls of the space dock, selling all types of exotic foods and some even sold small armaments, such as shoddy hand phasers. All of these vendors were trying to make a quick buck, preying on people from Starfleet officers to random bystanders visiting the base. Most knew better than to barter with them. On the outer walls of the space dock were grand windows about fifty feet high, where one could gaze unto the planet the base orbited, the stars, and the influx of many other ships coming for either recreational or business reasons.
"Lots of people here, eh Jim?" Dr. McCoy remarked. "That's the plan Bones! We're here to let a load off. Mingle with the people. Who knows, you might actually have some fun." Captain Kirk replied coyly. "You will all see soon enough what I really have in store for us..." thought Kirk as if it were a corollary to what he just told the good doctor, implicating the rest of his commanding officers. "Aye captain, why don't we head over to the bar? I don't particularily mingle too well without some good ole' scotch in me. I also heard theres some nice Orion dancers on this starbase at the bar." said Mr. Scott in his trademark hoarse scottish accent. "What a grand idea! Let's head over now." exclaims the captain. All of the men continue to walk away towards the club, except Mr. Spock, who remained still. "Spock, is there something wrong?" questioned Captain Kirk. Mr. Spock turns and looks at the captain, while still as reserved as ever. "No, Captain. However, I do not find pleasure in consuming alcoholic beverages or gawking at half-naked women. Permission to take my shore leave elsewhere?" said the first officer calmly. "I knew it. You all are the same. You green cold-blooded Vulcan! Tell me Spock, is it 'illogical' that we're going to enjoy our shore leave?" snickered Dr. McCoy. "Calm down, Bones." the Captain said as he put his hand in front of his friend's chest. "To answer your question, doctor, it is simply illogical that one would spend one's spare time doing something so...unproductive." replies Mr. Spock, unscathed by the doctor's insults. "You may go wherever you like, Spock. This is shore leave, after all." says Kirk nonchalantly. Mr. Spock nodded in gratitude and the officers then took their leave of each other. Mr. Spock wandered off in the opposite direction with his hands behind his back while intently observing his surroundings. Captain Kirk kept his eyes on him until he vanished into the crowd of people of so many races on the starbase. The Captain then turned and walked off with the remaining officers.
"Four scotches on the rocks, sir. Charge this account" requested Scotty as he handed the bartender his card. The bartender complied swiftly and joyfully. "Anything for starfleet officers!" said the bartender with a smile. Mr. Scott grabbed the four glasses and brought them to the table in the front by the stage. Five sultry orion women pole dancing on the stage. The two green, vuloptuous women in front were dancing synchronously, placing the pole between their succulent breasts and slowly crouched, allowing their juicy chests to interface with the whole length of the pole as they went down. The other three were hanging upside down on the pole, with only their legs to keep them up. They slid down feeling great pleasure as the pole pressed upon their crotches.
The women looked out to the crowd with their same dull stares they had on almost every night, but the table in front caught the eyes of the gorgeous women. Something was different about this group of starfleet officers, they were young and attractive men who knew how to have a good time. A few hours passed and the crew all pounded down a small fortune's worth of drinks, with Mccoy being the least far gone. It was past midnight and the Enterprise officers were the only ones left in the bar. Lt. Sulu had his head down and was overemcumbered from the liqour. "Bonesh... Bonesh." the Captain murmured as he tapped his good friends shoulder. "What is it, Jim?" Dr. McCoy forced a reply. "Lishen... I'm renting a room above the bar for ush... I need you to do shomething... These ladies sheem to like us, go use your southern charm, get them to come with us. I'm too drunk to talk to them. Don't forget to drop the M.D. bomb.." said Kirk in a drunken stupor. The doctor liked this prospect, so he complied with his captain's wishes. As the doctor approached the girls that were gathering their things and getting ready to go home, they all let out a giggle in unison. "Hello there, ladies. I'm Doctor Lenard Mccoy. What are your plans for this evening?" One of the girls spoke, "Nice to meet you, Dr. McCoy. I'm Shawna, and these are my sisters, Lana, Donna, Fauna, and Flora. We were just about to head home, unless you had something else in mind?" said the Orion girl very coyly. "Well me and my buddies over there are on shore leave and I was wondering if you girls would want to help us celebrate tonight?" said the doctor, making sure to add extra emphasis to his southern accent. The sisters all looked at each other and whispered to each other in private and let out a few giggles. "Alright, doctor we'll help you 'celebrate' your shore leave. Let us just get our things and we'll follow you guys." said Shawna. The doctor smirked and thought, "I still got it..." Dr. McCoy went back to his friends and told them the news. They all were excited and hurried to pay the rest of their tab off. Kirk went to rent the room and the girls followed... To be continued.