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(Please note—Okay I admit it I buckled under the pressure of the man and edited my story for content to get that PG-13 rating. Although this chapter is a strong PG-13 and almost pushes beyond the boundaries of the CARA ratings system for PG-13 content, it doesn't actually violate it. I have done extensive research and even contacted some folks to see what the official rating of this edit would be. So if it's good enough for CARA its good enough for me! Be forewarned, this chapter does contain some rough sexual situations which may not be suitable for children under 13. Please note, although I have taken great measures to comply with the CARA standards, please let me know if you think this chapter is over the top. I would prefer to maintain the PG-13 rating on this site simply because that is what the browser default is now set to and this story deserves the readership that mainstream viewing enjoys. The unedited version is available upon request, but keep in mind, it's not porn so if that's what you are looking for don't bother to ask me for a copy. So relax engage at full warp…and enjoy!)
Chapter Three
It was evident by the demeanor in Nancy's voice that she was not happy. Captain Roberts was sure that over his wrist communicator he could hear the sound of a resonator flying across engineering and hitting the wall. Nancy steamed off, "So let me get this straight, I manage to get the mains online so you can have your warp drive, and now you are telling me that you are blowing the ship up? What part of 'things not to do during a get away' did you miss, when we were planning this little excursion?"
Upon hearing that the warp drive was now functional, Roberts immediately set the Hydra on an escape course and set for maximum warp. He held the wrist communicator back up to his mouth and replied, "I'm not the one who ordered the auto destruct. You can thank your mother for that little parting gift."
"Who?" she asked.
"Captain Keating of the U.S.S. Hoyle. She is the one who used the override remote to set the warp core to overload." Roberts explained.
"Tell the bitch, hi, and that if she doesn't cut the crap I'll sleep with her fiancé again." Nancy replied.
"Well I hope not to run into her smiling face again, so I don't think I'll be able to relay your affections to her. However, what I do need to know is if you can stop the warp core from overloading in about 4 minutes?" Roberts inquired.
There was a short moment of silence then the communicator came back to life, "This damn job doesn't pay enough! Don't bug me for the next five minutes, if you don't hear from me, I will be laughing my ass off in an escape pod while your atoms and those of this damn ship are scattered around the sector. Nancy, out!"
The computer cut in, "Warning auto destruct sequence initiated, three minutes until warp core overload."
With a quizzical look on his face, Roberts looked over to Quarn and asked, "Do you think she would really bail on us?"
"I don't know, hoo-man, she's your friend." Quarn replied while accessing the LCARS system. He looked over at Roberts and gave a wide jagged smile, as he added, "But one thing is for certain."
"What's that Quarn?"
"If she does decide to abandon us, I could only hope that she and her mother go in for some serious family counseling." Quarn answered.
"I don't think having the two of them in the same sector is safe, let alone the same room. The counselor would have to wear full tactical armor during the session." Roberts chuckled. "Speaking of the queen of the ducks, are they pursuing us?"
Quarn looked down at his console and replied, "The Hoyle is on an intercept course for us at high warp."
"How high of a warp?" Roberts asked.
"Nine point six." Quarn answered.
"Great and we are at our maximum of nine point five. That means that we probably only have a few more minutes before they catch up to us."
The computer droned on again, "Warning auto destruct sequence initiated, two minutes until warp core overload."
"Look on the bright side, hoo-man." Quarn began.
"Oh, how's that?" Roberts asked.
Quarn continued, "If it takes them three minutes to catch up to us, it will take them months to find all the pieces!"
Roberts grinned and commented, "Well at least we won't have to worry about getting the shield generators back on line to defend ourselves, looks like we will be running out of time."
"What I wouldn't give to make it yesterday again." Quarn replied.
Roberts sat up in his seat, and begin to tap nervously on the edge of the console in front of him. He had an idea, which just might work. He jumped up out of his chair and exclaimed to Quarn, "Quarn you are a genius! Access the transporters, from your terminal. I need to do a site to site transport, now."
"How am I a genius? And where do you need to go?" Quarn asked with a puzzled look on his face. He quickly accessed the LCARS and brought up the transporter controls on his terminal.
"I need to get to the main computer core on deck two. If this works, I'll explain it to you yesterday!" Roberts said.
Quarn entered the location of the Hydra's computer core into the console. "Energizing." He said, sliding the three sliders up.
An aura of dazzling blue stars shimmered all around Captain Roberts as he dematerialized. The world disappeared into a blinding white light and then a microsecond later faded back into focus. He was now on deck two in the room that held the main computer core. He turned around to head for the many banks of isolinear optical chips housed in the room. There, kneeling on the floor in front of the many rows of chips, was Nancy. Her long red hair was flowing down her back. She must not have noticed him beam in.
"Are you trying to reset the ship's chronometer?" Roberts asked.
She jumped up in surprise. She was holding a couple of optical chips in her hand that she had obviously removed. She turned around, and her penetrating green-eyed gaze looked straight into Roberts's eyes for a minute. She looked away, walked past Roberts over to a workstation in the room, and growled, "Don't you ever knock?"
The computer announced, "Warning auto destruct sequence initiated, sixty seconds until warp core overload."
"Just answer the question, Nancy." Roberts prompted, following her over to the workstation.
Nancy began to work the console.
"Nancy?"
Nancy continued to work the console, her strokes became sharper and more staccato like. She replied, "Yes, captain, I am trying to reset the ship's chronometer. The idea came to me when I was boarding an escape pod."
He didn't know if she actually did board an escape pod or not, but right now he was just glad that she was there. He asked, "So do you think it will work?"
"When do you want me to reset it to?" she asked.
"Set it for sometime yesterday." He replied.
The computer spouted off its ominous tolling of doom, "Warning auto destruct sequence initiated, thirty seconds until warp core overload."
Having finished changing the ship's chronometer, Nancy finally answered Roberts's question, "It should work. The auto destruct sequence and about half a dozen other systems rely upon the ship's chronometer to keep time by. They don't have an independent timing system of their own. Simply put, and I will use small words because you are a man, if this works we should have until this time tomorrow to deactivate the auto destruct because the computer will think it is yesterday."
"I'm sorry I didn't understand that, apparently the universal translator on this ship doesn't have the monosyllabic grunt language installed. So I will just have to trust your judgement." Roberts said, his voice overflowing with sarcasm.
They exchanged a passionately intense mutual gaze of anger at one another, while the computer announced, "Warning auto destruct sequence initiated, twenty four hours until warp core overload."
Their gaze still lingered and in fact intensified as Roberts commanded out, "Computer, mute audio warnings of self destruct and cancel red alert." The computer chirped in compliance. The gravitational constant of the universe must have increased in room, because their bodies seemed to drifting closer together. Roberts's voice was weak as he quivered out, "That was good work, Nancy. Looks like you saved the day again."
Her breathing was as slow and deep as Roberts's. She let the isolinear optical chips she was holding in her hand drop to the floor. He could almost smell the adrenaline in the air, and her body was so close he could almost feel waves of heat each time her pulse beat.
His throat was strangely dry as he managed to eke out, "Are the environmental controls malfunctioning in here or is it just me?"
Two words passed her clenched teeth, "Shut up!" She threw her arms around him and tackled him to the floor. Her mouth savagely attacked his lips and neck, while her hands made short work of every other part of his body. He began to moan, as she growled out like some wild hungry beast. Within seconds he felt his world beginning to rock and shake. It took him a second to realize that it wasn't her that was doing it, it was the ship. The Hoyle must have caught up to them. It had been so long for Roberts since he last knew a lover's touch that he couldn't break away. He thought to himself, if you've got to go this would be one hell of a way to do it. She had him pinned to the floor, he couldn't move. He didn't want to. That's when a blue aura of shining stars enveloped him, and before he could react he was laying on the floor of the bridge.
Quarn shook his head, "Hoo-man, I don't even want to know what you were doing on the floor, but I think our present crisis takes precedence."
The Hydra rocked again as another of the Hoyle's volleys landed home. Roberts stumbled to his feet, his body still convulsing from Nancy's passionate attack. He sunk himself down into the conn station and tapped away at the controls. "What is our condition?"
"I managed to get the aft shield generators back online, however, one more hit and they will be gone again."
"Any damage?" Roberts asked.
Looking at Roberts, Quarn answered, "Nothing critical yet, but from the look of those bruises on your neck, hoo-man, you might want to go by sick bay when this is all over with. I didn't know that resetting the ships chronometer could be so hazardous."
"Ah, I'll do that, Quarn." Roberts said with a nervous smile on his face. He tapped away at the controls taking evasive maneuvers and asked, "What is the Hoyle's current velocity?"
"They are still coming right at us at warp nine point six." Quarn answered.
"Okay lets see them match this." Roberts replied. He tapped away at the conn and cut the power to the pulse phaser banks and rerouted it to the engines. Their speed immediately climbed to warp nine point nine eight two.
"It's working." Quarn commented. He followed to explain, "They are now out of weapons range and are not increasing velocity to match."
"Well let's just hope we don't run into any trouble for the next six hours. It will take that long to recharge the pulse phaser banks." Roberts laid in a course for Flores Prime. That is where they would pick up the rest of the crew that he had hired, and with that done be able to make the Hydra ready for its new mission goals of piracy.
"You know, hoo-man, despite the days events I think I can finally smell the profits now." Quarn said with a smile.
Roberts stood up, turned to Quarn, and said, "Mr. Quarn, you have the bridge. I am going down to sickbay to have the EMH treat my injuries."
As he walked towards the turbolift doors he heard Quarn comment, "Feed your females more, hoo-man, and you wouldn't have that problem."
* * *
He entered into the doors of sickbay, and immediately noticed that there was considerable less dust that had settled on the surfaces there. He thought to himself that it only stood to reason that their would be less there, as sickbay had a much more refined air purification and filtration system than the rest of the ship. He glanced towards the ceiling and said, "Computer, activate EMH."
A middle aged balding man in a blue uniform materialized in front of him. "Please state the nature of the medical emergency." He calmly said, looking straight ahead.
"I'm over here." Roberts said, pointing to himself.
"Ah and what seems to be your problem…" the doctor said, looking Roberts over as if he were something from the refuse bin. "I'm sorry, I don't know how to address you. What is your rank and designation?" the doctor asked.
"I am Captain Roberts, and I am in command of the Hydra." Roberts replied.
The doctor picked up a medical tricorder off of a nearby stand, and began to cursorily sweep the probe tracing the contours of Roberts's body. "I see, I was not informed of any personnel changes. What happened to Captain Ravar?"
"I'm not sure. But if I find out I will let you know. For the time being all you need to know is that I am your captain now."
"I see." The doctor replied. He set the tricorder down and picked up a dermal regenerator off of the stand. He began to work the regenerator over the darkened bruises that Nancy had left, and said, "Your injuries are superficial. I should have them healed momentarily." He glanced away from his work and onto Roberts's face for a moment. "May I inquire as to why your starfleet medical records are not downloaded into the ships database?" The doctor finished healing the bruises, stepped back to the stand and set the dermal regenerator down.
"That would be because I am no longer a member of starfleet."
The doctor instantly tapped his combadge and excitedly said, "Security to sick bay! We have an intruder!"
"Oh great." Roberts said, letting his head slump down to his chest for a second. He pulled his head back up, looked at the doctor, grinned, and said, "That's not going to do any good."
"Maybe not for you. However, when security gets here, I'll let you plead your case with them." The doctor replied. He nervously tapped his combadge again and asked, "Security?"
"Listen I am in command of this ship, so like it or not, I am your captain." Roberts explained.
The doctor replied, "While I may be obligated to uphold my oaths as a doctor to treat your injuries, I am duty bound as a starfleet medical hologram to report your unauthorized presence on this ship to security and to whomever is rightfully in command of this vessel."
"Oh brother." Roberts said shaking his head. He had forgotten how arrogant these EMH programs were. Growing tired of watching the desperate hologram tap his combadge in its attempt to summon security, Roberts said, "Computer discontinue EMH program, and save."
The doctor had a look of appalled shock on his face as he faded into nothingness. Oh well, I would take some time, and maybe a bit of reprogramming to get the doctor not to freak out at the new crew. Roberts had not hired a doctor as one of the members of the crew he had yet to pick up. He hadn't hired one because he was counting on using the ship's EMH for the time being. He would definitely have to have Quarn modify some of the doc's algorithms and subroutines.
Roberts's wrist com came to life with Nancy's pissed off voice, "I need to see you right away, Roberts."
He brought the communicator up to his mouth and replied, "Okay I am on my way." He headed for the door and was in the corridor when he remembered that the last time he saw her she was not in engineering. He didn't know where to find her. He lifted his communicator and asked, "Where are you?"
"I'm in my quarters." She replied.
He was halfway to turbolift doors before it dawned on him. He lifted his wrist again and asked, "You've assigned yourself quarters?"
She replied, "Yes, I have."
"Where? On what deck?" he asked.
He was in the turbolift before she replied, "Deck one, I have decided to take the captain's suite. Lord knows they are the only quarters that are big and nice enough for me in this tin can."
"You've decided to take the captain's quarters?" Roberts asked tapping in the destination of deck one into the controls of the turbolift.
The intensity of the anger in her voice heightened as she answered, "Yes I have. You will just have to find quarters of your own. First come, first serve! Do you have a freakin' problem with that, Roberts?"
Not really wanting to give up the perks of being the captain of the ship, but fearing her wrath more, he wisely answered, "No, Nancy, no problem here."
"Good. Then get your ass here now! Out!" she ordered.
The turbolift doors opened to reveal deck one. He stepped out and made his way down the corridor to the former captain's suite. He pressed the button at the side of the door to announce his presence. The door opened to reveal Nancy standing there stripped down to her underwear and a tee shirt that read 'I've got PMS and a loaded phaser…Any Questions?'
Roberts tried to casually ask, "What seems to be the problem?"
She pulled him into the room and swung him around. The doors to the room hissed shut. She answered, "There are several thousand things down in engineering that I have to get done, but I can't because of you. You, you rotten bastard, frustrated me down in the computer core and now I can't concentrate. So lose the pants, let's get this taken care of, so that way I can get back to work."
Before he had time to react she tackled him to the floor again, and began to savage his lips, neck, and body with her hands and mouth. She had his pants pulled down to his ankles when Quarn's voice came over the ship's com system, "I hate to disturb your…conference… with the chief engineer, but I just received an encoded message from Flores Prime."
He tried to catch a breath and respond to Quarn, however, Nancy was not letting up. He managed to catch some wind and muster out, "I'll be right there, Quarn."
Upon hearing his response to Quarn, Nancy proceeded to place a firm grip south of his border and squeezed painfully hard. She spoke up, "He's not going anywhere you filthy little troll! So unless you want me to come up there and rip your lobes off, take a hint, and get lost!"
"I see." Quarn replied, continuing, "So when did we have the change in the chain of command, captain?"
Her death grip intensified. He sat up. Trying very hard not to scream in pain, knowing that would probably just turn Nancy on more, he replied to Quarn in a voice two octaves higher than normal, "You had better just tell me what the message said."
"I see. Well we've got trouble, captain." Quarn began.
"Don't I know it!" Roberts replied. Nancy had let go of her death grip, and used both her arms shove at his shoulders throwing him back down to the floor. His head hit the deck hard. "Owe!" he exclaimed.
Quarn continued, "It would appear that shortly after we initiated the startup of the systems onboard the Hydra, a federation security detail beamed down and nailed most of our crew on Flores Prime. Only a handful of them escaped in a shuttlecraft. So I am needing to know what we should tell them to do."
Nancy climbed on top of Roberts and straddled him. She had a fiery look in her eyes, as she proceeded to pull her shirt off up over her head revealing her firm and round breasts to him. They weren't a representation of perfection on their proportions. However, It had been over six years for him, ever since his court-martial and subsequent time on the federation penal colony. At the mere site of her topless silhouette he moaned, "Ohhhhhhh...boy."
"Captain respond please." Quarn prompted.
Roberts didn't respond to Quarn, he was to mesmerized by the feel of Nancy's soft white skin against the palms of his hands. She reached down and was about ready to guide his shuttlecraft into the shuttlebay when the all too familiar site of a blue aura enveloped around Roberts's body. In a shimmering instant he was gone. Nancy stood up and fumed with an intense look on her face that would have priests performing an exorcism. She screamed out, "Men!" She was prepared for this contingency, however. On her way from the computer core to her new quarters, and still pissed off about Roberts's hasty departure, she had the time to enter a new program into the computer. She was an engineer, and that is what engineers do. They fix things. She called out to the computer, "Computer, run program Fetch The Bone Nancy Alpha One, and then lockout all transporter protocols…authorization…If You Screw With Me Again You Little Ferengi Bastard I Will Throw You Out An Airlock Nancy Omega Three!"
The shimmering blue outline of a man transporting into the room slowly faded to that of Captain Roberts standing and trying to pull his pants back up.
"You know…" Roberts said shaking an upwards pointing index finger into the air, "I think that I am going to have to set down some very definite rules about transporter usage."
Her rage and her passion had her ready to explode. She yelled, "Shut up, get naked, and do what the nice engineer tells you to do!" With that she charged and tackled him to the floor again, savagely tearing his shirt off after he hit the floor. She began to kiss and bite her way down his naked chest.
Roberts let off a moan. If he didn't know any better he would have sworn that she had been the one incarcerated at the penal colony.
She had his pants down to his ankles again and nearly had him mounted when the Hydra rocked and shook. They both looked around. The sound of Quarn's voice boomed over the ship's com, "Mommy's back."
A look of pissed off disgust ran over Nancy's face. Surprisingly in a conversational tone she calmly said while nodding her head, "I'm going to kill her."
Roberts sat up and pulled the torn remnants of his shirt back over his chest. He looked to Nancy and started to say, "Nancy, I know you're not going to like this, but…"
* End Chapter Two *
With the phasers not charged, and the shields barely functional will the Hydra and it's crew survive? Will the captain be able to get his crew that survived? Will the Queen of the ducks, get her revenge? Will Nancy ever just get it? Tune in because this story is…
To be continued…
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