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Augment Gothic - Part 30

Quark's Bar. Deep Space Nine.

Due to an unusually strong plasma storm, because apparently weather in space is a real thing, life on the joint Federation/Bajoran space station "Deep Space Nine" was slowed to nearly a crawl, much to the consternation of the owner of Quark's Bar.

"This is ridiculous," Quark complained aloud, as he looked at his revenue projections on his personal access data device, also known as a PADD in the Star Trek universe.

"What is?" asked the station's Science Officer, Jadzia Dax, as she sipped her brew of Klingon coffee, which was called Raktagino if anyone cared.

Quark sighed.

"Things finally start to calm down after that nasty business with the Circle and now this plasma storm had driven everyone off the station!" he complained. "I don't even know why I bother opening my doors anymore."

Kira, who had just entered the bar, had no sympathy for Quark.

"Well, maybe if you'd listened to the station's announcements, then you'd have left with everyone else before the storm hit and drove all your customers away," Major Kira said with a smirk, as she sat down at the bar within Quark's. "Were you too busy fleecing some poor bastard to get to an evac ship?"

Quark didn't reply to that, he lacked a witty comeback.

"Wait, why ARE you here?" Dax asked. "There's no one here to steal your stock and you can't do any side business with our access to the subspace communication network down."

Quark smiled.

"If I left who'd be here to lift the morale of the brave men and women who volunteered to stay behind and secure the station during this horrible storm," he said with a smirk. "Even as we speak Commander Sisko, Doctor Bashir, Chief O'Brien, and General Gothic are hard at work trying to keep this station intact."

It didn't escape the notice of Jadzia or Nerys that they had left the men folk to do all the work while they sat drinking in a bar. But neither of them commented on this.

"Where is Gothic anyway?" Kira asked. "I haven't seen him all day."

As if on cue, a length of floor plating was lifted up and a table was knocked aside. A moment later an intimidating form who carried a deadly looking weapon and wore dark armor came up out of the ground like a silent apparition. They were sure it would have been much scarier in lower light levels, but thankfully Quark's was decently illuminated.

"What in the name of the Prophets?" Kira began to ask.

She couldn't help noticing the several dead animals her lover was carrying.

"Ah, now that's better, " said General Gothic as he gracefully got up out of the Jeffries tube he'd been working in or whatever name the Cardassians used for such a thing. "It was getting a little cramped down there."

"Why were you down there in the first place?" Dax asked, amused as always at her lover's actions and unpredictability.

"Chief O'Brien requested my aid in tracking down the creatures who were chewing on some of the station's power cables and causing several serious malfunctions," Gothic explained as he held up the monsters he'd hunted and slew for all to see. "Turned out to be several large and particularly aggressive Cardassian Voles, probably left over from the time of the Occupation. Don't worry; they didn't suffer much before they all died ignominious deaths at this brave hunter's hands!"

The augment then leaned on the bar.

"Quark, I need a drink!" Gothic yelled.

"Romulan Ale or Saurian Brandy?" Quark asked.

With his augment physiology it took the good stuff to get Gothic even a little tipsy and the bartender being a good host and business partner always kept a bottle of something strong and non-replicated nearby for the General.

"Neither! Klingon Blood Wine, barkeep!" the human bellowed.

"Coming right up," the bartender replied, amused at the General's mood.

"You know you're not supposed to drink while on duty," Kira pointed out. "What if a civilian sees you and files a complaint?"

"Nerys, who would they even complain to?" Gothic asked with a smirk. "I'm the highest ranking military officer on this station; there is no one around to reprimand me. Even the First Minister wouldn't say anything considering how I exposed the Cardassian involvement with the Circle."

The augment then slammed his mug on the counter after draining the blood wine in one long gulp.

"Ah, that hit the spot," he said, licking his lips. "Thanks, Quark. Put it on my tab."

"Any time, General," Quark replied with a nod.

"Well, it's time to get back to work," Gothic said. "I need to check the upper pylons for more voles." Then he back flipped back into the hole silently and was gone, like it was the easiest thing in the world to do.

Open mouthed now, Nerys looked away from the hole in the floor that her lover had just acrobatically jumped into, then at the dead voles that he had left on the bar top, knowing that she'd have to deal with it, and then glanced over to Jadzia with an exasperated and incredulous expression on her face.

"Remind me again why we sleep with that guy?" she requested.

Dax only giggled in reply, loving how unrepentantly dangerous and equally silly her lover could be at times.

Quark loudly choked and did an impressive spit take in response.

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Airlock. Deep Space Nine.

"Welcome to the Space Station Deep Space Nine," said Commander Sisko, as he greets the new arrivals. "I am the station's commander, Ben Sisko. I have to say, it's a good thing you arrived here when you did, that plasma storm is going to pick up soon and safe travel simply won't be possible for several days."

"We are glad you picked up our distress call," said a woman in the group.

She was named Mareel and was originally from the planet Khefka IV. For the most part Khekans appeared to be humanoid, like humans and Bajorans, but had distinctive foreheads.

"We were in the sector and wanted to see the Wormhole," she explained. "But we didn't know about the plasma storm, and were taken by surprise when it hit the system."

"Well, I'm sure that we can provide you accommodations until the storm blows over," Sisko said, as he observed the group's other members, two Klingons (male and female), and a Trill male, who seemed to want to keep himself unnoticed in the back of the group. They started making their way through the airlock. "We're hardly lacking in space at the moment given the evacuation of most of the station's residents and visitors a few days ago to Bajor."

"Thank you, commander," Mareel said, as she quickly glanced at her companions. "I-"

He was leading the mixed group away from the airlock when an armed figure silently dropped down from the ceiling and gunned down the entire group with precise shots to the abdomen in the span of a second.

"Sorry about that," Gothic said to the Commander. "Pest control."

So startled, Sisko nearly had a heart attack before swearing.

"Don't worry, they're all just stunned," the augment assured the Starfleet officer. "Now can you call for Odo so that we can lock all these people up? Then I'll explain what I can."

Sisko had a feeling that the unending mystery that was General Gothic was about to be added to once again. Not that there was much of a mystery in the end, it turned out. Quark had betrayed a man called Verad, who'd wanted the Dax symbiont for himself, to the General, who he had a much more profitable business relationship with. And the augment had taken care of everything else.

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Captain's Ready Room. Flighty Temptress.

While the bridge of my ship was more high tech illusion than anything else, here in my ready room, which I just thought of as my private office conveniently close to the bridge, matters were different.

Everything in here was real, from the opulent and high tech desk with high-back leather executive chair behind it, the desk covered in data pads at the moment, to the trophy case, which contained a number of objects I highly valued and/or had some personal significance to me since I'd been transplanted to this dimension. One such item was the knife I'd used to remove one of Gul Dukat's eyes; that one was going to be a hit with any Bajorans who came to my ready room in the future and wanted to share war stories about the Occupation. One of these days I'd have to find out if he'd gotten it replaced with a machine or a cloned organ, or maybe nothing at all and my attempt at permanently damaging the optic nerves was successful. Oh, a pirate-esque eye patch on Dukat would be amazing! I'd have to come up with a good list of jokes early.

Currently most of the spacious room was taken up with paints, easels and brushes as I attempted to turn myself into a competent artist. I was still lacking any musical skill, even augments could not have all the talents, yet my preternaturally steady hand, keen eyes, and eidetic memory meant that I was able to paint, even in a hyper realistic fashion. Painting in an impressionistic or surrealistic style, though, definitely wasn't made easy by my enhancements, but I was getting there.

Learning how to hold the brush and how to apply the paint for different effects, turned out to be the easy part, easily taught to me by Scarlett who'd read out instructions and demonstrated when needed with holographic examples. This instruction had been put together by some of the great master artists of recent centuries from numerous planets.

After I had gotten the basics down, the hard part had been deciding what to paint! Like most beginners I'd started with the traditional bowl of fruit, as I'd learned to see what I wanted to capture as nothing more than different shapes and colors.

When I became proficient at painting replicated fruit, I tried my hand at painting the wormhole at various stages of opening with the help of my ship's advanced sensors and my ready room's holo emitters. Not because I wanted a picture of the wormhole to decorate my ready room, though maybe that would be nice, but because I plan to present the painting of the wormhole in all its glory to Lt. Commander Data when the Enterprise next visited the station as a thank you for all his help over the years. That shouldn't be too long from now as the flagship often visited this system in order to remind the spoon heads of Starfleet's presence in this part of space and its commitment to protect Bajor. Maybe the senior staff of the Enterprise would finally take me up on my offer and spend a few days lazing around on the beaches of my island?

The door to my office chimed as I added a splash more light blue to my master piece. The wormhole was many shades of blue at the same time when it opened, creating a hard to capture visual, but I would do it justice, even if I had to spend weeks on a single painting. I was too stubborn to simply give up. Maybe I should add a depiction of DS9 in the corner to provide a bit of contrast or perspective or a runabout in flight… I think that would work very well.

"Enter," I invited, already knowing who was there. Through my dynamic and perpetual connection to the ship via the Husnock neural transceiver, nothing escaped my notice on this ship or on my island.

The door opened and allowed access to my office ready room for someone I'd not seen for quite a while. It was T'Maz, a Vulcan agent of Section 31 who I'd worked well with in the past.

That she was here didn't surprise me, as I'd allowed her limited access to the island, nor did it seem like a coincidence that someone from Section 31 had turned up as soon as the new and improved Flighty Temptress had launched publicly and was ready for her maiden voyage.

Until now I'd resisted seeing her, instead letting her enjoy the more public parts of my home, including the meditation gardens and fountains, the beaches and the holosuites.

Speaking of gardens, B'Elanna had devised an ingenious method of deploying holo-emitters throughout the grounds of my island. This included all the land on top of the hill on which I'd built my palace fortress and the hot spots around the island, like the various beaches and waterfalls and other spots.

My home was huge and the gardens were meant to be 50 acres of flowers and orchards for fruit, walking paths crisscrossing everywhere with pools and fountains and private places to meditate and take in the beauty of nature. While all of that had been designed, laid out and built by a Bajoran landscape architect firm during the initial construction, including the planting of the various things and installation of the fountains, I had dragged my feet on hiring anyone to maintain all of it because of the security risks involved with granting people ongoing access to my home and island when I wasn't there. In the time since my home was built, those 50 acres of gardens had grown into an unmanageable and near impassable jungle.

The solution I eventually came up with was to use holographic servants and groundskeepers to tame this jungle back into the shape it was meant to be, though I had no idea how to implement it! B'Elanna's solution had been to design a holo-emitter module, shaped like a sphere a foot in diameter, which contained the emitter, a small networked processor, a link up to Emma and the island's computers, and a micro-fusion reactor with geo-thermal power taps. Since the holo-servants wouldn't be continuously displayed in any one area for long stretches, projections indicated the modules' power and components would last for over 50 years before needing replacement.

An overlapping grid network for the emitters was designed with the help of the topographical surveys initially used during construction to determine the placement of the modules, and even better, B'Elanna had devised a way to bury them six feet in the ground via the transporters which would simultaneously beam the dirt away and place the module in its place, so no digging was required!

After replicating the several thousand modules required (thank the Prophets for my large Collector power cell and advanced replicators or else it would have cost me a fortune!) Emma had mostly handled the transport of all the modules into place over the course of several days. We had brought the system online a few weeks ago and my home was spotless now after the scantily clad holo-servants, designed to look like beautiful French maids, went through the place. My maids even brought fresh flowers taken from the gardens to fill crystal vases throughout the house!

The gardens near the house had been pruned back to the state it was meant to be in in short order, the fountains now working and providing a lovely tinkling sound of water. Further out in the gardens and orchards was still a work in progress as hundreds of holo-gardeners worked 26 hours a day to tame the jungle I'd allowed it to become. That was the best part of all, these holo-gardeners had been programmed to be experts in every plant and feature of my gardens and they never took breaks or slept or got sick! The holo-servants in the house were a bit more sophisticated, as they needed to maintain and repair the house's extensive technology, but so far they'd done an excellent job with Emma directing everything as usual in a symphony of efficiency. I'd have given them my thanks if they were real, so my thanks mostly went to Emma and B'Elanna who was looking mighty smug these days.

I'll say it again, best decision ever to hire her.

Being the paranoid bastard that I was, I had also added the deadly holograms for security and combat that I had installed on my ship into the systems on my island. Now Space Marines, Predator aliens, or Xenomorphs could be deployed instantly anywhere within the holo-emitter network, in the house or on the grounds, if there was a problem that needed to be killed with maximum prejudice.

Turning my thoughts back to the present, I quickly looked T'Maz over as she strode into the room, and not for the first time I was perplexed by her ability to look so fucking sexy while totally covered from the neck down in a one piece bodysuit that was a dull grey in color. It was skintight on her, and it hugged those perfect curves, but still, it really shouldn't arouse me so much to look at her in that outfit.

"You appear to be busy," she commented as she examined the room.

I had meant to clean up, however, between my painting and the many reports I needed to submit, I'd been very distracted. As it turned out the transition from the Bajoran Militia to the Bajoran Defense Force was not as pain free for me as I'd hoped.

Simply reorganizing the off world militia into the Bajoran Navy had always been a long-term plan of mine, as Bajor needed a proper military, and that, for the most part, had gone as planned. The Navy wore nice blue uniforms with clear rank insignia, they had kept their old ranks, and I got to avoid having to talk to Starfleet Admirals all day long.

On the other hand, I'd failed to take into account the status of Odo's security people on the station. On Bajor the new police force was seen as a very positive change, because no one wanted the military on the streets keeping order day-to-day. But police officers were a different matter, and having a clear division between the military and civilian law enforcement had helped calm things down after all the tension the Circle had created. Without the Cardassians supplying them with weapons and resources, that terrorist group didn't have the support to be more than a nuisance any longer and the civilian police could handle them as the last of that organization was eliminated.

No, the issue I'd had to deal with was the fact that Odo and his deputies had been militia officers, and according to the new policies should be civilian police only. The charter Shaakar had gotten the other ministers to sign off on limited what the new civilian police force could do and what their official purview was. They officially had no authority off Bajor as keeping the space lanes free of pirates and smugglers was my job, and thus for the military.

But DS9 wasn't a strictly military outpost; it had thousands of residential civilians and a large contingent of Starfleet living onboard. Neither Odo or I wanted Starfleet to step into this vacuum and take over running station security so in the end we'd set up station security as its own totally separate branch of law enforcement, though not directly connected to the police force on Bajor and it wasn't part of the Bajoran Navy either. They followed the same rules and kept the same uniforms as before, though, so as to minimize the disruption.

Odo was now only answerable to Commander Sisko and Major Kira, as they ran the station as administration, not as commanding officers. Meaning I could longer order station security to do anything. While inconvenient for me given the conflicts in the future, this simplified matters as much as possible in the transition. In a pinch I did have one option though, as Kira was still a military officer, and thus my subordinate, I could order her who could then order station security. It was a nice little loophole and hopefully one I'd never need to exploit.

As for the Bajoran medical, scientific, and engineering staff, they remained part of the Bajoran Navy and for them not much would change. Even their rate of pay wasn't going to be effected.

"Yes," I said to the Vulcan woman. "My workload has substantially increased recently."

Shaakar and his followers, who were the majority of ministers, kept a closer eye on the military than the government used to, so I had more many more reports to deal with than ever before, but on the other hand I was getting a lot more support and my recommendations were given a lot more weight. I was even planning on setting up a small naval academy on Bajor to train new officers and had received their support. There were plenty of independent worlds out there with such schools, so it shouldn't be hard to hire experts to teach at such a place. Former or retired Starfleet officers would be ideal to smooth the transition of the Bajoran defense forces into the Federation once Bajor was admitted in the future.

"I fear I must add to your workload."

T'Maz then handed me a PADD. Basically her cover job, which was with the Vulcan Science Institute (not to be confused with the Vulcan Science Academy, that was a similar but somewhat different organization) had sent T'Maz on a long-term research assignment to study the Hur'q/Collectors and had given her free reign on how to do this. I figured that this was all a smokescreen of sorts, so that she could continue her work for Section 31 without anyone getting suspicious about her interests and likely erratic movements over such a long period.

Below that was a formal request by the Institute for me to take T'Maz on as the science officer for my ship so that she could study the connection between the Collectors and the Hur'q and the Gamma Quadrant, notably referencing that museum where I'd found the sword of Kahless, though no one knew I had that legendary artifact specifically. The request also included an offer of payment to take T'Maz on, and it was a ridiculously high sum of 50,000 bricks of gold pressed latinum per year plus additional pay for any Section 31 missions I accepted. That last part T'Maz had informed me about personally. If there was ever a question of Section 31 being intimately involved in this fake research trip, it was gone now, only they, with their extensive psychographic profile of my personality, knew I would want to be paid for taking her on and risk my unique technologies falling into Section 31's hands or allowing them to better prepare to kill me if I ever became a threat to the Federation.

On the surface of things this seemed like a pretty good deal. I'd get a first rate science officer on my ship for free, someone well used to secret missions and combat, I'd even get paid an obscene amount of money to take her on, while the Institute/Section 31 got one of their top researchers/agents into a good position to gather information and to assist me with any Section 31 missions I accepted in the future.

"Isn't the Vulcan Expeditionary Group already sending a ship to study that outpost?" I asked curiously. "Can't you just get the information you want from them?"

I'd not kept its existence a secret, and I couldn't even recall if I'd ever meant to. Not that it mattered, I'd taken the sword and just about everything else that was intact. My looting game was strong! All that remained there was a bunch of mostly smashed up pottery. I had, however, learned that the Vulcan Expeditionary Group was planning to send a ship there which meant the Vulcan Science Academy had an interest in the place. Then I wondered if the Vulcan Science Institute was in fact a total front for Section 31.

On further thought, adding T'Maz to the crew wasn't as much of a security risk as I'd first thought, since I'd already shared the data I'd gotten from the Collector Hive with them. The Husnock database would still be extremely hard to find, if not next to impossible given the sheer size of the database, especially because the Husnock data had been misfiled centuries ago, and finally, that they lacked my knowledge from the series which was a big reason behind why I'd been able to find it and use it so quickly.

And I also knew that Section 31 had advanced ships of their own, likely technology they'd acquired/stolen from advanced alien races, both living and extinct, or some kind of time travel shenanigans. The bottom line was that I could use a good science officer, I liked T'Maz and enjoyed fucking her, which would likely continue, and Section 31 was paying me an obscene amount of latinum to take her onboard my ship. That was hard to pass up, especially when I knew I needed more live crew. The Flighty Temptress wasn't as big as Voyager, for instance, but it was pretty close, and with only two other permanent crew members in B'Elanna and Neela, whom I had permanently reassigned to my staff and thus my personal ship, and a whole slew of holo-engineers and officers, it was going to be difficult to operate if the ship saw extensive combat damage.

Of course her access to the computer systems, engines, weapons, and any other advanced technologies onboard would have to be limited, but that wasn't as problematic as it might seem. Well, she'd need to use the computers in her role as science officer, but that didn't mean she'd be able to figure out how to reproduce them. Many people use their computers and software very well without knowing anything about the hardware, especially as to how to recreate it in the first place. And barring her from engineering for safety reasons should be fine.

Scarlet would closely monitor all her computer use, and report anything odd to me. And if T'Maz truly betrayed me, well, I'd just kick her off the ship. Maybe I'd be kind enough and do it while the ship was docked somewhere, instead of out of an airlock in deep space. Section 31 probably already knew from their profile of me that I would not tolerate betrayal and would kill anyone who betrayed me, no matter who they were.

"The Vulcan Expeditionary Group is very select when it comes to choosing who is allowed to travel on one of their ships," T'Maz explained why the cover story made sense. "And they do not always share information as freely as some would like. In any case, their expeditions can take months if not years. We do not have that amount of time. We must learn all we can of the Hur'q and your ship seems like the ideal base of operations given your proximity to the wormhole and the number of times you've encountered them."

Well, they were invading the quadrant, so it did make sense to gather as much knowledge about them as we could as quickly as possible.

"In that case, welcome aboard the new and improved Flighty Temptress, science officer T'Maz," I told the Vulcan. "Of course your access to various parts of the ship will be restricted. Just don't go messing with the ship's systems and we'll be just fine. I'm placing a lot of trust in you, please don't make me regret it."

The second she was out of my ready room I'd tell B'Elanna to lock down engineering and to prevent T'Maz's access to any sensitive areas of the ship, with the exception of the bridge, and any parts of the database containing sensitive information. Scarlett could activate any of the internal force fields if necessary to keep her out of restricted sections.

"Given your fondness for the naked female form I am surprised to find that you are not painting nudes," T'Maz commented, as she took a moment to inspect my artistic works. "You hardly lack for volunteers to model given the harem you're amassing according to reports."

That did sound like me, didn't it? And did she just admit she had been checking up on my love life?

"Are you volunteering?" I asked.

T'Maz appeared to give it some thought.

"We are friends, and friends assist each other," she said after a while. "Therefore I will pose for you if you wish."

Well, that could certainly be fun and lead to even more fun activities. Maybe my ready room and bedroom onboard the ship needed some erotic artwork on the walls!

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Captain's Quarters. Flighty Temptress.

Despite all the work we'd recently done to overcome the computer's insufficient processing power in making the phase variance calculations at slipstream speeds, the ship wasn't quite ready to go to slipstream, however the other systems needed to be tested in the field, as such we'd docked the Temptress at Deep Space Nine prior to beginning the ship's shakedown cruise. This had allowed us to test the antitritium impulse drives on the trip from Bajor to the station, as well as the thrusters, both docking and maneuvering, as we'd done some rather crazy barrel rolls and fast sharp turns and other shenanigans which had prompted the station to hail us asking if we were having an emergency. This was all good because it would have been silly to work so hard on ensuring the slipstream drive worked only to find out that the sublight engines didn't work properly.

Many people on the station had shown an intense interest in my new ship, especially given the unusual design that many had never seen the like of before, the red and black color scheme, the intense maneuvers we'd done on the trip from Bajor and the fact that the station's sensors could not penetrate the hull even with shields down. The only person I'd actually let onboard was Jadzia Dax, since she'd already known about the ship and had helped greatly in the preparation phase to build it, and as such she knew not to give too much away when she reported to the Commander later on. Not that he had any right to classified information on the new flagship of the Bajoran navy-though everyone understood it belonged to me personally and not Bajor-as it had been designated a military special project, but letting him think that he knew something about the ship would smooth any ruffled feathers he had.

I was showing Dax my opulent quarters onboard, fit for a king I had to say, and inside was T'Maz, who, being rather relaxed about nudity, had been posing for me to paint by lying in a rather provocative pose across my couch. I'd barely started the new painting, but even if T'Maz hadn't been naked at that exact moment it would have been perfectly clear who my model was.

"As you can see, we were working on something before I got distracted by your coming onboard," I explained to the Trill while gesturing to the unfinished nude painting.

I was already working on portraits, finding them much more challenging than landscapes had been.

"Yeah, and I bet you a bar of gold-pressed latinum that that something was
going to be sex in short order!" Jadzia remarked with a giggle.

"Yup," I agreed, just a little sheepishly as I glanced at T'Maz. "Or, well, I suppose we were working up to that I'd say."

The painting was more foreplay than anything else, but if it turned out well, it'd be going up in my quarters.

"Do you wish to join in on the sex?" asked the Vulcan all matter of factly.

The Trill moved over to the bed and nodded in agreement, throwing a mischievous wink my way when I showed surprise at how easily she agreed to join in. I thought I'd need to subtly massage the situation to get group sex out of this encounter, but Jadzia was quite unpredictable at the best of times. It had been a travesty to pair her with Worf; she was just too much woman for that fool and he'd never have been able to keep her wild side happy. As a fan of the show part of me felt that if she hadn't died when she did, that their marriage wouldn't have lasted in the long-term.

"It shouldn't surprise you," Dax said while grinning at me lustily. "This wouldn't exactly be our first threesome, if you recall Risa where we met, and you know I'm always up for trying new things. It's the explorer in me, you know. Although, to be fair, I do normally spend some time getting to know people before I go to bed with them, though in this case I'll make an exception; Gothic has impeccable taste in women and I've come to trust his judgment."

After I got some alcoholic refreshments from my advanced replicator, we traded small talk, explaining how we knew each other, of course while omitting certain facts. Soon enough I couldn't resist any longer and I reached behind Dax's neck and found the clasp that held her suit together. With a gentle tug I pulled the top down to her waist revealing the two large, round, perky breasts that I'd had plenty of chances to play with before.

"In all my seven lives I've never had or seen such lovely breasts before," Dax was soon saying.

She was currently admiring T'Maz's body rather openly, now that she herself was half nude. The Vulcan had still not bothered to dress, showing zero inclination to cover up. I could ban her from ever wearing clothes while on this ship and I knew it wouldn't bother her at all. In fact I might just do that.

"You know I totally forgot that you had a thing for women too, Jadzia," I said to her.

She smiled again.

"I've been both a woman and a man several times now," she reminded me. "And Curzon, my last host, was a very sexual person who loved the ladies, any ladies, of many species. I've inherited that trait, among others."

Rather than reply to that I bent down and started to lick and suck on Dax's delicious looking nipples, occasionally pulling at the nipple softly with my teeth. After a few seconds of my expert love and attention, both nipples had risen to attention.

My hands were busy also. One was gently pinching the nipple I had just sucked on and the other was fondling her tight ass gently. I was so a butt guy. Thankfully, none of my lovers seemed to mind that at all.

However, I didn't dwell on that long as I had to focus on the reality of having two horny, willing, and very sexy women ready to do anything I wanted. Assuming of course that this was all real, and I wasn't living in some virtual reality on an advanced holodeck. If I was it would certainly explain quite a few things, like that weird adventure on Risa with the Section 31 agent I'd never seen or heard of again, despite my time with 31.

"Hold on a moment," Dax requested.

She quickly stepped out of her suit's pant legs and stood before us totally naked. Then she laughed and kissed me and squeezed up against me. There was a flagpole tenting my trousers and I'm sure that the material was about to give way under the pressure. Jadzia must have felt it poking her thigh and she decided to grab it.

"Well, someone is definitely up for this," she commented.

I quickly undressed as T'Maz leaned in to kiss and lick Dax's many spots.

"My knowledge of Trill physiology indicates that these markings are highly sensitive," the Vulcan explained between kisses and quick licks.

Well, I suppose they should serve some purpose. Perhaps they had something to do with attracting a mate? Or perhaps they were the cause for a trill's higher libido? Something to look up later.

"Yessss," Dax squealed/moaned, "…don't you dare stop."

Damn, Trills must be really sensitive to tongues in that area, as I'd not observed anyone else stimulating Jadzia quite like this. I'd have to add that to my bag of tricks when pleasuring her. Hmm, I wonder what would happen if I applied my pleasure rod directly to those spots?

The last time we'd had a threesome with Jadzia's priestess friend on Risa the women had been too busy trying to give me a heart attack to pleasure each other much, so I'd never learned this trick.

From the way she was now gasping and moaning and squirming in total ecstasy as T'Maz moved her tongue elsewhere, the Vulcan woman must have had some experience with cunnilingus. I spent some time just watching and enjoying this prime example of interspecies lesbian lovemaking.

I'm cumming! I'm cummming!" the Trill shouted out.

While the Vulcan woman seemed relatively controlled, I could see that she was equally aroused as I was from the glistening wetness between her legs.

"Do you want Jadzia to eat you out?" I asked her.

She nodded.

"Yes, I would like to experience this sexual technique as given by a woman. I have only been orally pleasured by men, but I also wish to try other things. Perhaps we should simply 'go with the flow' as you humans put it."

I kissed T'Maz deeply then and then stopped. For a moment she seemed extremely surprised when Jadzia began kissing her too shortly after. T'Maz hesitated, but after resisting a few probes of her tongue from the very sexually experienced Trill, she opened her mouth and they began to kiss each other hungrily. Jadzia began to stroke T'Maz's breasts and pinch her nipples
gently.

After a minute or two of intense making out, Dax then turned to me, and she was smiling in a way that let me know that I was in big trouble, but in the 'oh so good' variety.

"Now it's his turn!" she declared.

T'Maz must have understood what her fellow woman needed of her since she pushed me down onto my back and held me there.

"Payback time," the Trill said mischievously.

She then licked her lips and bent over, her tongue touching the very tip of my cock which already had a spot of precum ready to be tasted. At first gingerly, then with an ever increasing boldness she licked up and down the length of my considerable tool, occasionally circling the head quickly with her tongue. With one hand she fondled my balls gently while the other rubbed the underside of my dick with a finger.

After several minutes of this she opened her mouth as wide as possible and
placed it squarely over the head of my cock pushing downwards. She was trying to swallow it whole. I watched as she first took a few inches into her mouth and down her throat without gagging.

T'Maz proved that even the legendary Vulcan patience had its limits for she couldn't resist any longer from actively participating. She stepped forward on her knees, swung her leg over and straddled my head. She was facing towards Jadzia who was still sucking my cock vigorously. My mouth and nose were now smothered by her beautiful Vulcan cunt.

My tongue flicked out automatically and began to lick the snatch I was quite familiar with, my eidetic memory supplying exactly what I learned pleased her best during our past sexual encounters. This cunt was extremely wet and already slightly open, showing that the sexy spy was heavily aroused. My tongue made it open even wider exposing the inner part of her pussy to my deep probing tongue. My hands rose behind her back and grabbed her soft, yet firm ass cheeks which I caressed and kneaded, alternately gently and then strongly, while I pleasured her as best I could. This wasn't a position I was used to these days, but I did my best.

She remained rather silent until the end, but when she orgasmed, and it took some time and effort to get her there, she moaned so loudly that she surprised Jadzia, who yelped while sucking on my cock, which meant she spilled some of my seed, as I was cumming inside her mouth at the time.

"You two ladies amuse each other," I told them when T'Maz had finally calmed down and gotten off me. "Give me a chance to recharge."

Jadzia nodded at me. She knew from experience that I'd recover much quicker than was normal for a baseline human.

"Let's put on a show for our man!" she said to T'Maz.

Jadzia lay down on the bed and directed the other woman to get on top of her on all fours, but in a 69 position. They began to eat each other out immediately and the incredible sight made my cock ready to go again very quickly. God bless genetic engineering.

When fully ready to go again I positioned myself just behind T'Maz and placed the tip of my cock against her wet slit. I moved it up and down the length of her slit a few times making sure it was thoroughly lubricated with her pussy juice.

The Vulcan pushed her ass backwards against me and said with her body, rather than her mouth 'Please put it in; I need it in me!' Not wanting to disappoint I pressed my dick forward and heard her gasp as I penetrated her hole deeply. She was very wet and hot, and her tight love tunnel clenched my cock firmly. Without any hesitation I pushed in my full length, hard, while
closing my eyes and enjoying the feel of her magnificent pussy.

I fucked her slowly, increasing and varying the rhythm at times, pushing in and pulling out my
cock. I could feel her internal muscles rippling and trying to suck my dick back in even further as she pushed back at me. Jadzia had her head just below my cock and was watching the intense sight of my cock plunging deep into the beautiful Vulcan woman she was eating out. I could even feel her hot breathe on my balls.

Soon after I saw T'Maz lower her head back down to Jadzia's own snatch and begin to lick her
slit once again. My actions had thoroughly distracted her from her task, it seemed. Jadzia was moaning continuously now and hearing her like that aroused me to new heights. This made it even harder to focus as I vigorously pounded T'Maz like a beast, like I owned her. I knew she liked that from times past.

After several powerful thrusts of my cock, T'Maz's back arched sharply and she began to thrust backwards into me in a bruising frenzy. She set a fast pace for a minute before she had an immense orgasm. Probably multiple ones judging by how much her body shuddered and her cunt rhythmically squeezed my cock in her. It was a testament to her self control that she didn't scream out.

I withdrew my stiff, dripping dick from her well used cunt and she fell over onto her back, obviously exhausted. Without warning I forced Jadzia to turn over and get onto her front, before I forcefully thrust my still hard manhood into her soaking wet cunt from behind.

"So, enjoying the tour?" I asked her as I pulled sharply on her hair and forced her head to arch back.

All she could do was nod and moan incoherently, loving once again how I dominated her.

(Line Break)

Bridge. Flighty Temptress.

I sat down in my incredibly comfortable command chair and smiled. My new ship was finally ready and the Flighty Temptress would soon make its maiden voyage to Earth. It seemed wise to use the slipstream engine for the first time over a shortish distance in a part of space that was well travelled and regularly patrolled by other races, just in case anything went wrong. Of course, 'shortish' distance was relative, as Bajor was roughly 87 lightyears from Earth, which was approximately 3 full weeks at a constant cruising speed of warp 9. Most ships would struggle to maintain that speed for such a long period.

Of course we wouldn't be coming out of slipstream within the Sol system; that would draw way too much attention and most likely alarm a lot of people. Our current plan was to cruise at the slipstream drive's lowest possible speed, which was 50 light years per hour, for one hour only, and then traverse the remaining 37 light years to Earth at conventional warp. Assuming everything went relatively well, after that hour in slipstream and thus 50 lightyears closer to Earth, we'd full stop and conduct an extensive analysis on the drive and the ship to determine if any issues cropped up. On the remaining journey we could make several diversions on the way back to Earth to test out the other systems like the weapons, sensors, and phase cloak.

This trip would also give me the opportunity to determine if my other plans had been successful. I had long ago realized that the original Flighty Temptress had some kind of magical effect placed on it, likely by my god-like patron, similar to a notice-me-not or someone else's problem field I'd seen in fiction. There was no other explanation for how no one questioned where my ship had come from or cared about the ship's unique technology. To preserve that useful effect I had reused practically everything from my original ship, from the warp core to the deck plating, hoping to preserve the 'identity' of the ship and thus whatever magic was protecting it from notice. I supposed I'd quickly figure out if my plan had worked when I showed up around Earth in an impossible time.

Secrecy aside, a shorter slipstream jump just made more sense since the technology was untested. Plus it greatly reduced the chances of something going catastrophically wrong, considering I didn't have a large crew to call upon in a serious emergency. Sure Scarlett and the holograms could most things, but I would have felt better with more live people onboard. Not that there were any experts on slipstream engines around in the alpha quadrant to call upon.

On the subject of crew, I'd informed the rest of them, which was just B'Elanna Torres, Ro Laren, and Neela, about T'Maz joining us as science officer. I'd listened to their opinions on the matter, even took some of their suggestions to limit her access, but ultimately decided not to change my mind about taking her on.

"So this will be a short, one hour cruise, at the slipstream drive's lowest speed from the Bajoran system to interstellar space, leaving us roughly 37 light years from Earth," I said, summarizing what I had planned to my crew who were all arrayed around me on the bridge waiting for my orders. "Since we've never done this before, and computer simulations can only tell you so much, we can't be totally sure what will ultimately happen. Hopefully, it will be smooth sailing and from this short trip we'll be able to gather the data needed to prove that the ship can handle longer distances and higher speeds in the future."

I had more to say.

"When we do eventually arrive at Earth, we won't be stopping there all that long, so keep your communicators on you at all times so I can get in contact with you when I need to," I continued. "I just want to pick up some stuff I left behind and check in on a few people. B'Elanna, if there is anything the ship needs that can only be gotten on Earth or Mars, please make the arrangements to acquire it and bring it onboard. I want this ship full stocked with everything that could be needed on a long voyage with no ability to resupply."

While I'd not stayed on the homeworld of humanity for all that long, I had acquired a few items of value which I'd left behind in my San Francisco apartment. I'd kept it up as the credits per month were a pittance compared to my overall wealth and it was nice to have a place to stay on Earth if needed. Lugging all my stuff all the way to a Cardassian-occupied Bajor hadn't been practical or sensible at the time so I'd just left it there.

As for people I might want to see on Earth, well, there was only one person I really wanted to see again, and that was this timeline's version of Seven of Nine. It was highly doubtful she'd ever want to join my crew, and wasn't qualified to in any case, but that 'Imagination alien' taking her form had aroused my desire to see her again if the opportunity presented itself. Perhaps she'd join me in bed for old time's sake. If nothing else, I should just drop in to see if she was doing well.

Knowing Section 31, if Sloane was on Earth I'm sure he would pop up unexpectedly for a meeting too, so I was prepared for that as well, though T'Maz hadn't said anything.

"Okay, any questions?" I wondered.

There shouldn't be considering how long and exhaustively we'd planned this voyage. We should be ready to go.

"I have one," said B'Elanna Torres. "Why is she naked?"

She was referring to T'Maz, whom I had forbidden from wearing clothes on a whim. She hadn't even batted an eye at the order. I'd likely keep that up only for a few days and then have her wear clothes like normal. My 'harem' of women was already a pretty much open secret, best not to make it even worse by such a display.

"Because I like looking at her when she's naked and like a good officer she obeys her captain's every command?" I told the hybrid like she was a child, getting a kick out of her angry expression. "Please feel free to undress if you want to also make me happy."

She didn't directly reply, though she blushed and just shook her head, muttering something under her breathe at my words and the wink I threw her. She must have forgotten about my enhanced senses, because her words were quite rude. Ah well, I'd break her down eventually. She was the only woman on the ship I wasn't sleeping with at this point and it was only a matter of time before she caught me fucking Neela and T'Maz on the bridge or some other public area for her to get horny too. It had worked on Neela, after all.

"Okay, I really don't have an inspirational speech in mind, or possibly famous last words should the ship explode or something, so let's just do this," I told the small crew who immediately returned their attention to their workstations and prepared to engage the Flighty Temptress' slipstream drive for the very first time. T'Maz would acting as the ship's pilot today. "Engage the slipstream drive and may the Prophets watch over us."

Somebody or something had to be. My life was just too strange to be anything other than some god-level existence's main source of entertainment.