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Takeshi Yamato: Well, another new fic, this one pure MU.
Ron the True Fan: Why do I have a jetpack attached to my back?
Takeshi Yamato: Oh, no reason. Well… you might guess the reason if you check the rating of this thing.
Ron the True Fan: I don't want to know.
San Francisco, Earth - 2400
The Terran Empire had risen again. It had taken 15 years and the human race had suffered for it, but they were free again.
Hitomi maxwell had been born shortly after that freedom had been achieved. Well, likely more along the lines of 'created'. Her earliest memories were of a lab, where they poked and prodded her and force-fed her basic knowledge. She had been there for five years before she escaped that lab, and was found and taken in by the Maxwell family. Her adoptive mother was governor of the world the lab had been based on, her adoptive father the head of its defense force. They had given her a more proper education, and she had learned stories of the Empire - her favorite being the rise of Empress Hoshi Sato I.
She loved those stories. They inspired her to join Starfleet and rise to the throne.
That and a speech from the Grand Admiral.
"We must ensure the security of the Terran Empire. We have to purge the corruptive elements that destroyed the last Empire. We killed capable officers, weakened the defense forces. Assassination must only be reserved for the most extreme of offenses. Officers must EARN their way to the top."
A meritocracy. No more waste of capable personnel. That certainly worked for her.
And now she was here. Starfleet Academy.
She stood with two girls (they had to be clones) as they gossiped. "Who do you think is 2400's primary?"
"Don't know, but it's probably Commander Pinkerton. He's been wanting to take a year and bend it to his will. I'd let him bend me…"
Hitomi was an all out lesbian: men weren't that appealing to her. But that name… where did she hear it before?
She waited for the key speaker to show up, ruminating over where she'd heard the name Pinkerton before…
"ATTENTION!" The students stood straight before a man walked onto the stage. Blonde-black hair, blue eyes and a slight gut were his key features. But the way he walked said everything: he was a fighter.
"Good day, students. I am your primary teacher for the class of 2400. I am Commander Ronald Pinkerton. Most of you have heard of my mother, Grand Admiral Ayame Pinkerton. Know that I worked harder than anyone to earn my rank. I didn't call mommy and have her promote me. You pull shit like that and your asses will fly out of the Academy faster then you can say 'Long live the Empire'."
That was where she heard the name before. She could certainly see the resemblance. And he didn't need to worry - she had no plans on asking her parents for favors. She was doing this as a favor to them; as thanks for raising her to be the woman she was, she would bring the Maxwell name to greatness.
"You will know pain, you will know fear and if you are so fucking STUPID, you will know death! But if you are worthy you will overcome and earn the RIGHT to call yourselves Starfleet officers! I will see if any of you are worthy. Classes begin at 1300 hours! DISMISSED!"
The crowd dispersed, Hitomi among them. She was looking forward to proving herself worthy.
While they had other teachers, Ronald was their mainroom teacher. "In 2267, four officers from the USS Enterprise transposed with their counterparts from the ISS Enterprise over the planet Halka. Who can tell me their names?"
Hitomi raised her hand before anyone. "Yes, Cadet… Maxwell?"
"Captain James Tiberius Kirk, Lieutenant Commander Montgomery Scott, Doctor Leonard McCoy, and Lieutenant Nyota Uhura, sir," she stated.
"These four started a chain of events that led to the downfall of the Empire. Now, in Kirk's defence, he expected reforms, a more civilized Empire, which we have today, but Spock screwed up, weakening our forces."
A black-haired girl giggled as she played with a PADD, Hitomi not noticing it until something was wrong with her PADD.
For some reason, all the notes she'd been meticulously taking over the class started erasing themselves. She knew better than to vocalize it, but her expression began to fill with dread.
"Cadet Maxwell, is there a problem?" Hitomi's eyes snapped up to meet the Commander's. "Cadet, answer the question."
"My PADD, sir." He marched up and took it. "Hmm. A worm virus." He tapped several commands into the PADD, causing two other PADDs to explode. "Cadets Tsu and Garland! You automatically fail this class due to your stupidity. This is behavior more suiting that of old Imperials. Do NOT sabotage our peoples' work!"
Hitomi looked up at him, even as he continued to chastise the two who had erased her notes. She felt a new emotion regarding him.
Respect. He was stern, but fair, and he only doled out punishment to those who earned it. She respected that.
"Do that shit again and you're getting blacklisted! That's a message to ALL of you! The only work you'll get is as part of a harem!" Everyone, male and female, sans Hitomi, recoiled, and blanched.
"Cadet Maxwell, I'm granting you a pass due to this debacle. I'll get you a PADD with my personal security programs so this never happens again."
"Th-thank you, Commander," she said. "If… if you have some time free, there are a few other subjects I could use a bit of help on."
"I have nothing but time. Unlike SOME of my counterparts, I'm not one to screw around. After I finish grading papers, report to my quarters at 2000 hours." Hitomi would've sneered, but the man wasn't leering at her. He wasn't giving any sexual cues.
He just wanted to help. It was refreshing.
Andrews was horrified. Pinkerton had taken a student under his wing?!
Ronald Pinkerton was proving himself a tactical genius, greater than even his mother, the current Grand Admiral. For him to be tutoring someone? It was a sign of the apocalypse!
He had to stop it. He had to get her AWAY from him.
THEN he remembered that if they touched him, Ayame would murder ALL of them.
They were fucked. SUPREMELY fucked.
"Hey! Maxwell!"
Hitomi turned at the call, and saw those two ladies who had tried erasing her notes earlier. "Tsu. Garland," she greeted icily. "Did you come to apologize?"
"No. You got the apple of the ENTIRE female half of the Academy's eye teaching you! If anything, we're pissed!"
"I don't see why he's so desirable. He's fat."
"That fat hides a mass of muscle. He's a gladiator."
Hitomi didn't get it. "I thought gladiators were muscle-bound."
Tsu scoffed. "The fuck are you smoking? They built muscle, sure, but they had a layer of fat to protect those muscles. Just imagine yourself as a Roman noblewoman at the arena, with him as a gladiator, fighting for you."
Hitomi did imagine it, only instead of just a simple noblewoman, she was the Empress, and more than fighting, he was taking on and defeating all comers. Then it shifted, and instead of a gladiator, he was the leader of her armies, crushing all that stood before her.
She chuckled ominously.
They didn't notice. Or care. "We're going to screw you over. See, before we joined class, we joined the Photography Club. And every female wants to fuck his brains out. And our parents have the influence to kick you out of the Academy for good!"
Hitomi's eyes narrowed. "Are you blackmailing me to sleep with him?"
"We want our Ronnie porn. And you're going to give it to us. We know you're a lesbian, too, so that's double the humiliation for you. Make up your mind. Want to stay in the Academy or not?"
Hitomi sighed. They had her over a barrel either way, and they knew it. "Fine, I'll do it," she growled.
"Good." They handed her a PADD. "This way you can record it. There's no way you can doctor it. Enjoy your sessions with him tonight!" The girls giggled before they left Hitomi, who fumed.
At least Ronald would fuck them over if she got caught.
Takeshi Yamato: A slightly different Mirror fic, showing the origins of a slightly different Ron and Hitomi.
Ron the True Fan: (hissing is heard) Takeshi… did you activate this thing? Goddamn it, man, what the hell are you planning?!
Takeshi Yamato: You don't like working on Citrus, so I'm letting you avoid the Citrus. Have fun!
Ron the True Fan: Wait, wha— (Gets sent flying) GODDAMN YOU, YOU SON OF A BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!
Takeshi Yamato: See you all next chapter, people!
Ja ne!
