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Well … except for Trin, Aggie, Geneva, Akemi, John, Kingsley and my Betazed Counselor! (Temporarily forgot his name.)
Ch. 11
Agatha Costello. A bitch if there ever was one.
She looked like a model. Tall, thin, a figure, and a face that didn't have bad angle. It was only fitting that her brother was James Tiberius Kirk she thought.
She walked down the hall and stepped into the lift. She failed to even acknowledge her younger shipmate running down the hall behind her, "Escuze me Mizz, pleaze, hold zat door!"
Aggie looked at him in slight amusement, she didn't know him or who he was, she just knew he was the ship's navigator and local genius. As if it were a burden, the woman with the pin straight red hair held the door open for the Russian fellow. Bright amber eyes looked him over. Chekov smiled at her and nodded, straightening his shirt in the turbo lift.
A moment went by, "Are jou headed to ze bridge?"
Agatha looked at him, an eyebrow raised at his sudden bravado. "Yeah." Short, sweet and to the point.
With her peripheral vision she could see him looking down, twiddling his fingers and thumbs behind his back, shifting his weight. She wondered what made him so nervous. Finally, the turbo lift opened and she waited for him to step out since he was closest to the door. But, that didn't happen. "Ladiez first?"
The red head looked at him. Cut the kid a break I suppose. She flashed him her best million dollar smile and winked, "Thanks." As she stepped onto the bridge and took a seat at her station, she could have sworn she heard him swoon. Mentally she laughed and she pulled up a few files. Poor kid didn't have a chance.
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"Mr. Chekov?"
Pavel turned his curly head to look at his notorious captain. "Yes Keptin?"
"Are we en route to Starbase 317?"
Pavel looked at his screens, "Yes Keptin, we are ein roote to Starbase Thwee-sewenteen, Sir."
"How long until we reach docking?"
"Thwee hours Sir."
Jim nodded and Pavel swiveled back around to his post. Today, was one of the less exciting days among the USS Enterprise. Not that the young Russian knew that. Right now his genius mind was working on a subject that he never succeeded in: women. Seventeen was such a difficult age, especially when you're the only one on a starship filled people who, at the very least, was your senior by five years.
Even though he was checking the con systems, his mind was lingering on the straight, white teeth that was hidden behind full pink lips. Her eyes, her hair. Only a week and he had become purely infatuated with her. There was just one problem. Pavel had no idea what her name was or the first thing about her. His face landed in his palm.
This odd gesture caught the attention of the ever faithful Sulu. It was odd.
"Chekov … Chekov." Sulu whispered at the navigator.
"Vhat," groaned the young man.
"What's the matter? Maybe you should go to sick bay, you look pale."
"Nu. Nu, I vill by fine. Thankz zough for your cooncern."
Sulu sighed and nodded, not really believing poor Chekov.
"Alright Mr. Chekov, a ship wide announcement please."
"Happy too, Keptin."
Chekov entered his ensign code with much success. He had been practicing.
"Enterprize Crew, if I may haz your attention pwease. Ze Enterprize has just docked on Starbase Thwee-sewenteen. All crew members must check in wif zer senior officers for times and stock information. Zank you for your time."
Chekov turned back to Jim who smiled. "Thank you Ensign."
Jim pressed a button on his fancy chair and spoke, "Lt. Commander Johnston, have the relieving team report to the bridge. Kirk out."
The team arrived and all the officers left the bridge. However, Jim caught his sister.
"Aggie!"
She groaned and rolled her eyes. "What James?"
"You're never any fun. Come on."
She looked at him like he was mentally retarded. "No."
He smiled and shook his head. "See, you can't tell me no, because regulation sixty-four-dash-seven, states that all crew members directly instructed by the captain to help with base operations has to. Or you can just stay here. Your choice."
He watched the anger flare up in his red haired sister. Jim almost hit the floor in laughing so hard. Agatha punched him. "Fine, Captain Kirk. By the way, you don't even know if there is a regulation sixty-four-dash-seven."
With that he led his sister to the shuttle dock.
Geneva smiled, "Dr. McCoy."
Bones nodded to the most recent doctor to join his sickbay, "Dr. St. Claire." Yes, his sickbay.
"Will you be taking leave Sir?"
Bones thought about it for a moment. Something told him Jim wouldn't have it any other way. "No."
Dr. Geneva Saint Claire grabbed a hypo spray and stabbed it into an unsuspecting Ensign's neck. "You're clear ensign."
He thanked her, sort of, grumbling about how it was terrible to have two McCoy's. McCoy grunted at her and she looked at him, "Something the matter Sir?"
"Just noticing your impeccable bedside manner, St. Claire."
She rolled her eyes and started going through the checklist. Bones looked at her. Not that he was attracted to her or anything, but he thought she was attractive enough. Average height of a woman, 5'8" he guessed without shoes. Her haired was a platinum blonde and she had skin with a lovely beige glow, and Caribbean water blue eyes. But he wasn't attracted to her. Nope, not at all.
Geneva sighed. He was making her be the one to check off the supplies. She guessed it was some sort of initiation, or plain taking advantage of.
"St. Claire!"
Geneva looked to her left to see Dr. McCoy waving her over. "I was busy Dr. McCoy. What?"
"You're a doctor woman! You'll always be busy. We need thirty cases extra of hypos."
Geneva pursed her lips, "Why would you need that many extra? Already there's been a surplus."
Bones rolled his eyes. "Personal stock woman. Do understand how many hypos we use here? Now divide that by what … two? That's the minimum we use out of sickbay. You'll do well to carry some on you at all times."
"So this ship really lives up to all the hype of a crazy, trigger happy captain and his hypo obsessed CMO?" Geneva figured this would make her just three shy of a million arguments she had had with the male doctor before.
"Damn it woman! This is a spaceship not a circus! And yes, Captain Kirk lives up to and exceeds all expectations. Even that one. Missy, if you think this ship is for the faint of the heart then you may as well stay on this Starbase. Now go get me my hypos!" Geneva backhanded him in the chest.
"I never even implied that! I know this ship isn't for pansies you overgrown southern rag weed! I suggest you say please or go get your own damn hypos. Also, I understand that this ship goes through hell and back. I've heard the stories, I know the history. Enterprise is the ship to beat all and whoever's on it is the same way. Now, if you don't mind Doctor McCoy, I am going onto the base and it would be in your best interest to have all these files sorted before I get back!"
Geneva stomped away, almost kicking a fumbling male nurse. Blue eyes blazing, she was finally out of the sickbay. His sickbay.
McCoy groaned. "Rainbows and sunshine that woman! Chapel! Come 'ere!" He'd show her. He was going to have everything done!
"Alrighty Lass! Quite the techy aren't ya?"
The green skinned woman smiled at him and winked. "Top of my class in Advanced Computations and Diagnosis."
Gaila had just fixed located and fixed a glitch in the circuiting and analyzing components of three antimatter relays. Scotty clapped her on the back and relieved her to continue her routine checks and analyzing, but she stopped him. "Excuse me, Sir, could I perhaps be able to leave my shift earlier today? I'm schedule to be in sickbay for a check up due being Orion."
She smiled sheepishly at him and looked thoughtful, then smiled. "Of course Lassy, Doctor McCoy'd have me head if I'd have ya miss such a thing. Sure, I'll have Ensign Marks cover ye post Lass."
She squealed and hugged him, "Thank you Sir!" She saluted him and jogged back to her station.
Scotty grinned as she walked away, blushing slightly. Orion, green skin and pheromones didn't matter to him. She was cute, especially with that red hair bouncing about.
Agatha groaned as she walked out of her quarters. She was currently bunk mates with two other women. One was Akemi Urinawa who seemed to hate her brother as much as she did. The other was Gaila, an Orion who had an eye for one thing and one thing only.
She had on Starfleet artic certified suit. Why? Because the base they were picking supplies from was a manufacturing planet, but had the conditions of Delta Vega. Aggie could have died because she hated cold places. They were terrible and nasty and cold. Jim did this on purpose.
Finally in the docking bay she saw the rest of the crew. There were thirty total, most men since there would be some heavy lifting, which once again led her to believe that Jim did this to upset her because she was no body builder.
There were only a few faces she knew which consisted of Jim, who was talking to Commander Spock. Agatha didn't know him really. She had spoke to him once or twice and saw him whenever she and Jim ate together. Then there was someone else with them, a woman whom she did not know. She wore the same outfit, only it was blue like Spock's, indicating that she was a science officer.
"Reporting for duty, Captain." She said, an edge in her voice.
"Oh! I'm so glad you volunteered!" Jim smiled and threw his arm around her. Spock raised an eyebrow and Trinity chuckled.
Trinity extended her hand to Aggie, who looked at her in return, then grabbed her hand. "Hi, we met the other day, Trinity Kholer."
Agatha remembered now, she smiled at the blonde woman, noting how much shorter she was compared to her and her brother and his friend, "Yeah, Agatha Costello. It's a pleasure."
They took back their hands.
Spock ignored everything that had just take place, "Captain, I suggest we start loading supplies. It will take several hours to place everything on the ship if we are to make the time allotted to report to the Vulcan colony."
Aggie seemed shocked, "The Vulcan survivors already found a planet?"
Spock nodded, "Yes, Miss Costello. An anonymous benefactor contacted the Federation President. All Federation members are currently contributing to a successful settlement for the Vulcan colonists. The planet is in fact, uninhabited."
She nodded, pleased with the outcome.
Not a spicy chapter, but hey, it's something.
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