Star Trek: The Mirror Gamer
Episode 3: Enterprise

~~Star Trek: TNG~~

Stardate: 41165
Earth Standard Date: March 01, 2364
Location: ISS Stargazer, Sol System

Tyson stood at his station on the bridge, fingers dancing across the console as he diligently followed Yar's orders. He could sense her watchful gaze as she assigned him one tactical task after another: checking the photon torpedo inventory, running a level one diagnostic on the weapons systems, and so on. He performed each task flawlessly, his newfound knowledge and abilities making it almost too easy. Yet, it seemed that his proficiency was annoying Yar as if she had been expecting him to make a mistake or falter in some way. Her frustration was almost palpable.

"Tyson, check the targeting sensors for accuracy," Yar commanded, in a stern voice.

"Yes, Lieutenant," Tyson responded, in a respectful tone. He quickly navigated through the relevant systems, making certain everything was in order before reporting back. "The targeting sensors are functioning at optimal efficiency."

Yar narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing Tyson's work before finally nodding her approval. "Good. Now, recalibrate the phaser banks to ensure they're prepared for any unexpected encounters."

Tyson complied without hesitation, running the necessary calibrations and adjustments. "Phaser banks are now recalibrated and ready, Lieutenant," he reported.

Yar frowned, clearly dissatisfied with Tyson's unerring performance. She seemed almost disappointed that he had completed every task she had set before him. For his part, Tyson couldn't help but notice the tension that had been building between them.

Picard glanced at Yar, his tone firm and decisive. "That's enough, Lieutenant. We'll be arriving shortly, and I want Tyson to join me. I'll wager the Junkyard dogs at the Imperial shipyards will be impressed by today's catch. They'll be singing our praises back home."

Data chimed in, "Utopia Planitia, sir. We are in geosynchronous orbit with the Cardassian ship still in tow."

Picard smiled with a nostalgic glint in his eyes. "The finest shipyard in the solar system. Mr. Barclay, have you been here before?"

Barclay, slightly flustered, responded, "I was stationed here briefly a few years ago, Captain. I'd love to see it again."

Picard nodded. "Fine, then. You're coming along. We're going to pay a visit to the Quartermaster to turn in our acquisitions. Barclay, Tyson, Data, you're with me. Muster up some Security and meet me in transporter room 2. Barclay, arrange with them for the transfer of the Cardassian prisoners. Inquisitor, you have the conn. We won't be gone long, behave yourself."

Troi playfully replied as she lounged in the captain's chair, "I'll try not to get too comfortable."

With their orders clear, Tyson and Data followed the captain while Barclay moved to carry out Picard's instructions. The Gamer was eager to see the legendary Utopia Planitia shipyard for himself.

Picard, Tyson, Data, and Barclay materialized on the surface of Mars, within Utopia Planitia's environment dome. The barren Martian landscape stretched out around them, a stark contrast to the bustling activity inside the dome.

Barclay informed the group, "We'll need to head to the 47th floor, Captain." Picard nodded and instructed Barclay to lead the way.

Upon reaching the acquisitions department, Picard stepped up to the entrance and stated his name and rank, then submitted to a retinal scan. Moments later, the face of a Terran acquisitions officer appeared in the window.

"Picard, Captain of the Stargazer. We've just brought in a captured Cardassian vessel and crew," Picard announced, his voice steady and authoritative.

The acquisition officer responded, "Scanning now," and set to work processing their claim. He studied the data, then remarked, "Galor-class, no torpedo complement or warp core, but otherwise completely intact. Nicely done. And 382 Cardassian prisoners for re-education as well. Quite the haul, Captain. We'll apply these credits toward your commendation as requested."

Picard turned to the others with a hint of pride. "Everyone will get a split based on their contributions. Let it not be said that Captain Picard isn't generous."

The officer continued, "Took you long enough to bring one in, it's been years, Picard. But what about that Cardie there?" The officer pointed to Tyson with mirth in his voice, "Keeping him for yourself?"

Picard replied through gritted teeth, "This one had proven himself a valuable member of my crew. Mind your tongue."

The man shrugged, "To each their own I suppose. I don't trust any spoon-head."

As they left Acquisitions, Barclay noted, "That wasn't the reception I expected."

Picard replied, "I'm not surprised. That's how things are throughout the Imperial command and bureaucracy these days. There's no appreciation for action. It's all little, petty, desperate fiefdoms; no one looks at the bigger picture. Pushing the idea of Terran supremacy, meanwhile, the empire's resources are strained to the breaking point. Without some different thinking, I don't know how much longer Earth can hold out."Picard continued, "We're going to have to start making our own, new opportunities."

As they walked, Data suddenly stopped and entered a room full of consoles. The others followed curiously into the room, which was empty except for a pair of Bynars. Barclay asked, "Commander, what are you doing?"

Data smashed the console, reached in, and grabbed a wire. The android connected the console directly to the side of his head, linking his neural network to the station's network. Data stated, "I'm making new opportunities."

Picard approvingly responded, "There may be hope for you yet, Data. Assuming you don't get us all killed."

The android answered, "Do not worry, Captain. I have disabled all the security protocols." Once Data obtained all the information from the databases, the group quickly returned to the Stargazer, eager to see what opportunities Data's actions would bring.

As they returned to the ship, Tyson pondered the Terran Empire's situation, wondering if it was even worth saving.

Energy Credits: 1,060,868.

~~Star Trek: TNG~~

Back on the Stargazer, Picard went to his ready room with Data. Tyson returned to the bridge's tactical station where Yar continued her testing of his skills. After he completed several more tasks flawlessly, Yar asked him to practice simulated Evasive Maneuvers. This was the first task that required his Piloting skill instead of Engineering or Computers, and he failed spectacularly.

Inquisitor Troi received a message over the conn from Captain Picard, informing her of new orders. Meanwhile, Yar was berating Tyson for his incompetence and demanded he reports to her quarters for disciplinary action. However, Troi overrode Yar's order. The Inquisitor announced that the crew would undergo mandatory routine Empire loyalty screening. She would be starting the screening immediately with Tyson up first.

Yar frowned, clearly displeased with Troi's decision. But she knew better than to object. Speaking out against a loyalty screening would be the same as failing one.

Tyson found himself in Troi's quarters, once again sitting next to her on the couch. Troi commented, "Your performance during those tactical tasks was exceptional earlier."

Tyson replied, "Yar didn't seem to think so."

Troi revealed, "She was just trying to get you back to her quarters. No green Ensign is expected to have all the Evasive Maneuvers memorized. Though I recommend you brush up on them, or you'll find yourself bound to her bed again."

Tyson nodded sagely, stating, "I'll consider it."

Troi laughed, "I'm sure you will."

Tyson asked, "Unless you'd prefer otherwise?"

Troi rebutted, "Have you raised your Performance skill?"

As Tyson's smile faltered, Troi continued laughing, saying, "That's what I thought." She then asked, "What do you think about the state of the Empire?"

Tyson responded, "I'm not sure if the Empire will survive without major changes. I've seen the bureaucracy on Mars, and the petty squabbles on the Stargazer. Terrans are more likely to stab each other in the back than work together. Our enemies have ties that bind them in a united cause. Klingons have their twisted sense of honor, and Cardassians have their loyalty to the state. The Terrans have nothing unifying them. The Empire's loyalty is created through indoctrination and enforcement. If Terrans want to advance, they'd need to conform to at least a minimum level of cooperation."

Troi listened intently, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and hope. The vulnerability and honesty in Tyson's words, which matched his true thoughts, revealed a depth she hadn't expected. Troi asked, "Okay, so what do you suggest then?"

Tyson sighed, running a hand through his hair as he considered the question. "Honestly, I don't have an answer. I can see the problem, but the solution is far more difficult to find. I'm not well-versed in intergalactic policy and governance."

Troi nodded in understanding, her eyes softening as she looked at him. "It's a complex issue, and there are no easy answers. But it's heartening to know that there are people like you within the Empire who recognize the need for change and are willing to consider alternative approaches. It's through conversations like this one that we can start to break down the barriers that have held us back and work together toward a better future."

But then he considered his metaknowledge. In the Prime Star Trek Universe, there was a faction that successfully ruled over conquered and subsidiary worlds. The Dominion. He would need to spend some time trying to remember how they maintained control.

Troi asked, "And what do you think about Captain Picard's leadership?"

Tyson considered before answering, "Respectable. He treats his crew fairly with compensation and appropriate punishments. He isn't as short-sighted as the other officers on this ship, and he makes reasonable decisions. I hear whispers in the corridors of crewmen saying he's soft. I disagree. Those people are anarchists who would stab him in the back to sit in the chair, only to be stabbed by their next challenger. He could be someone to bring great changes to the Empire. Someone like him in a higher position, dictating policy and shaping the culture, would be a positive change."

Troi nodded thoughtfully, her gaze distant as she considered Tyson's words. "You're right. Captain Picard has a unique ability to look beyond the surface and treats his crew well. It's a rare quality in this cutthroat Empire. Perhaps he could be the catalyst for change that the Empire so desperately needs."

Tyson says, "But that's enough about the Captain and the Empire. Can we talk about us?"

Troi asks, feigning confusion, "Us?"

Tyson, "Yes, us. You and I."

"You're asking to talk." Troi's tone shifts darker, "Terrans don't ask, they take… But you aren't a Terran are you?"

So Tyson moved closer, his eyes locked on hers. He could sense the challenge in her words, and he was not going to back down. As the distance between them diminished, he leaned in and gently took her lips in his.

At first, their kiss was soft, testing the waters of their connection. Troi's initial surprise gave way to a slow and cautious surrender, her lips parting to allow him deeper access. It was then that Tyson released his Corrupted Seed into Troi's mouth. The Seed, an intangible force, caused no immediate sensation for Inquisitor Troi. However, had she opened her eyes during the kiss, she would have witnessed an ethereal, purple smoke-like substance flowing from Tyson's mouth into hers. The misty tendrils crept into her nose and ears, eager to transfer into her being.

As they pulled apart, Tyson looked into Troi's eyes, searching for a sign. She smiled completely unaware anything had occurred, her dark eyes shining with affection and desire. Tyson asks, "Did you like that?"

"Perhaps Terrans should learn to ask. That was rather nice," she murmured, her voice soft and seductive.

Tyson's gaze lingered on Troi after their passionate kiss, noticing how her skin had taken on a flushed hue. The warmth of the moment seemed to radiate from her, adding to the captivating aura that surrounded her. Troi was dressed in a figure-hugging blue gown that showcased her curvaceous form. The fabric clung to her body, emphasizing her hourglass figure and drawing attention to her deep cleavage. As she lay on the couch, one leg was exposed, accentuating the length and elegance of her limbs.

Her dark, voluminous curls framed her face, highlighting her expressive eyes and full lips, which still bore the remnants of their passionate exchange. She placed a hand on his chest, gently but forcefully pushing him back into a sitting position. "As much as I'd like to continue, I have to interview the entire crew over the next few hours. Maybe you could come back tomorrow... if you can escape Yar."

She winked and smiled, and Tyson almost melted, wanting nothing more than to stay with her. But he left as she requested. He headed to his quarters to meditate; his mind could use the clarity.

Troi contacted Picard, "Tyson is a good candidate to be brought in fully. He's loyal to you and completely infatuated with me."

"Very good, Inquisitor. Continue as you were. Picard out," said the captain.

Tyson reached his quarters and greeted Selar, then promptly dropped into meditation. Selar sensed his odd behavior and asked, "Is everything alright, Tyson?"

Tyson sighed, "I was just interviewed by Inquisitor Troi, and I'm… tense after the loyalty screening."

Selar had met the woman briefly and recognized her sultry nature. She used it as a weapon against Terran men who were easily swayed by their base instincts. She didn't want Tyson to fall into Troi's trap. He was the most reasonable Terran she'd ever encountered, and without him, her situation would be far worse. Selar believed she would need to protect him from the Inquisitor if necessary. She would do whatever she needed to ensure he maintained a clear mind for any future screenings.

"Be cautious, Tyson," Selar warned, "Inquisitor Troi is known for her ability to manipulate and ensnare. You must remain vigilant and not be swayed by her charm."

Tyson grunted, his eyes still closed. He spoke through gritted teeth, "I'll keep that in mind."

Selar squinted at his tone, her attention was drawn to Tyson. He was clad in another Terran uniform. However, it wasn't the uniform that caught her eye, but rather the noticeable bulge in his pants. She observed that Tyson seemed to be making an effort to suppress his base desires, attempting to maintain his composure. As a Vulcan, Selar was well-versed in the art of controlling one's emotions and desires. She understood the challenges that came with suppressing such feelings.

Selar regarded Tyson with a mixture of understanding and curiosity. While she knew that he was trying to keep his emotions in check, she couldn't help but be intrigued by the vulnerability that his struggle revealed. She asked, "Tyson, are you experiencing something akin to the Vulcan pon farr? I was under the impression that Terrans do not undergo such biological imperatives. If so, it wasn't covered in my medical instruction."

Tyson opened his eyes and tilted his head at Selar in confusion. The Gamer hesitated for a moment before replying, "It's strange that human sexuality was left out of your medical training. I'm just a bit aroused, it's common and not a big deal. I suppose it's similar to the pon farr in some ways, but not nearly as intense. I'm not in danger of dying or causing harm to anyone. You're right about the Inquisitor. She can be rather tempting, but I'm taking steps to mitigate her influence over me. "

Selar raised an eyebrow, clearly not entirely convinced by his response. Her concern for his well-being, as well as her innate curiosity, prompted her to offer her assistance. "If you require help managing these urges, I am here to provide support. Would you like my assistance?"

Tyson's eyes widened in surprise at her offer, "Are you aware of what you're offering?" he asked, seeking clarification.

Selar replied flatly, maintaining her stoic expression. "Sexual relief. If your situation is similar to the pon farr, would that not be an appropriate treatment?"

The frankness of her response caught Tyson off guard, but he couldn't deny the logic in her words. Tyson hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Selar, I would enjoy being intimate with you, but I can't help but feel it wouldn't be right, given your status as a slave. I don't want to take advantage of the situation."

Selar listened carefully, but her expression remained unchanged. She responded with logical clarity, "Tyson, I understand your concerns. However, I am offering my assistance freely, and I am capable of making my own decisions. The fact that I am a slave should not be the determining factor in this situation. What is most important is addressing your needs and ensuring your well-being."

Tyson considered her words, grappling with the complex emotions that accompanied her logical argument. "One problem with a purely logical approach to every situation is that anything can be viewed as logical through the proper lens." He continued, "I appreciate your concern, Selar. After everything you've been through, having you considerate of my needs is genuinely touching and humbling. I admire your willingness to help. However, I believe it's important to consider the emotional aspect of this situation as well. While your offer may seem logical, I need to trust my instincts and ensure that our relationship remains respectful and consensual. I assure you, I will be fine."

Selar nodded, acknowledging Tyson's perspective. Although their conversation revealed the challenges they faced in navigating the dynamics of their relationship.

The Gamer asked hesitantly, "I'm not above accepting your help in a more platonic way. You helped me learn the basics of meditation, but I know Vulcans meditate to help suppress their emotions. If you'd be willing to guide me through a more specific technique to help me suppress my desires, I'd greatly appreciate it."

Selar considered his request, a hint of surprise in her eyes. "Of course, Tyson. I'd be honored to help you. Please, sit comfortably and clear your mind."

Tyson nodded, adjusting his position and closing his eyes. Selar began to guide him through the process. "First, focus on your breathing. Inhale deeply, and then exhale slowly. Allow your body to relax."

Tyson followed her instructions, his body becoming more relaxed with each breath. Selar continued, "Now, envision a tranquil place. It can be anywhere you find peaceful, a place where you feel safe and secure."

As Tyson envisioned his serene place, Selar continued to guide him. "Let go of any thoughts or emotions that arise. Acknowledge them, but do not engage with them. Instead, allow them to float away like leaves on a gentle stream."

Tyson listened to her soothing voice, feeling his mind begin to calm and his emotions receding. He focused on the imagery Selar provided, finding solace in the tranquility of his inner sanctuary.

As the meditation session came to an end, Tyson slowly opened his eyes, looking at Selar with gratitude. "Thank you, Selar. That was truly helpful. I feel more centered and under control."

Selar offered him a gentle smile. "I'm glad I could help you, Tyson. Remember, meditation is a practice, and the more you do it, the better you will become at managing your… emotions."

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Tyson received a message through his combadge from Picard, summoning him to transporter room 2. Upon arrival, they were transported down to a settlement on the planet's surface. The group entered a residential building that was far more luxurious than the Stargazer. It was the first example of the futuristic living Tyson expected from the Star Trek universe.

Commander Data quickly overrode the room's security, granting them access. Tyson stepped inside ready for anything, but the suite was empty. Picard turned to Tyson, explaining their purpose for being there. "We're waiting for our mark to arrive. We've received intelligence that he'll be coming here, and we need to intercept him."

Tyson nodded, his eyes scanning the room as he tried to anticipate any potential threats. "Understood, Captain. What should we expect from the target? Is he dangerous?"

Picard considered the question, his gaze focused on the door. "He could be, but we're hoping to catch him off-guard. Our objective is to gather information and, if possible, secure his cooperation."

Data, who had been monitoring the building's security system, looked up. "Captain, I believe our target is approaching. He will be here shortly."

Picard nodded, he reminded everyone in a low voice, "Alright, everyone, be ready. Remember, our goal is to gain his trust, not to harm him. Let me do the talking, try to look casual and holster your weapons. We don't want to spook him."

The door slid open and a black man with unusual glasses entered the room. It took Tyson a moment to recognize Geordi LaForge, whose visor had been replaced with a device reminiscent of dual-monocles, covering his eyes but leaving the center of his face free. Geordi raised his guard but relaxed when he recognized Picard and Data.

"Captain, Commander, why are you here?" Geordi inquired, his voice tinged with confusion.

Picard responded, "Lieutenant, let's talk."

Geordi went to the replicator and ordered a round of beers. As they all sat down, Picard told Geordi about Data's hacking and how they had discovered the existence of the Enterprise. Tyson was listening, but couldn't get past watching Picard throwing back mugs of beer like he was drinking at a tavern. He still hasn't completely divided this Picard from his prime universe counterpart in his mind.

"Geordi, we need your help," Picard began. "When Data hacked into the Utopia Planitia databases, we found out about a top-secret project involving a ship called the Enterprise. We believe this ship could be the key to turning the tide in our favor and strengthening the Terran Empire."

Geordi listened intently, his face displaying a mix of surprise and concern. "Captain, I've been working on the Enterprise project for some time now, but it's highly classified. How did you manage to find out about it?"

Data interjected, "I bypassed the security protocols and accessed the information directly. It was necessary for the greater good."

Geordi frowned, considering the implications. "So, what do you want me to do?"

Picard leaned forward, his voice earnest. "We need your expertise, Geordi. We want to know everything about the Enterprise – its capabilities, its weaknesses, and how we can use it to our advantage. Perhaps we might work together?"

Geordi hesitated for a moment, weighing the risks and the potential benefits. Finally, he nodded. "I'm tired of being ignored, all the work I do and I don't even have quarters aboard the Enterprise. Alright, Captain. I'll help you. You always treated me fairly in the Stargazer. But we need to agree on some terms. If anyone finds out what we're doing, there will be severe consequences for all of us. I want to be Chief Engineer and I want the largest share of profits, next to yours, Captain."

Picard agreed and asked impatiently, "Now where is this damned ship?"

Geordi simply said, "Follow me," and led the group out into the environment dome. They were walking on an elevated road when Geordi pointed and announced, "It's right there."

Picard, skeptical, replied, "Nonsense. We would've seen it from orbit. And there's no way they would've built that ship in an obvious place like Utopia Planitia. LaForge, if you're stringing me along..."

LaForge interrupted, "It's covered with a cloaking net. It took months to string the six Klingon cloaking devices to work together. The cloaking net isn't perfect, though; only a few of us know where to look. Mars's atmosphere is pretty thin, so you should get a good view."

Picard gazed at the ship's hidden location for several minutes. Data, being an android, could telescope his vision to get a clear view. When the futuristic binoculars were finally passed to Tyson, he got a good view of the ship, and he was stunned. He saw a diagonal view of the lower end of the saucer. It was the Enterprise-D, but it had a large phaser lance at the bottom of the saucer section. Tyson caught a glimpse of the third nacelle above the stardrive section. Its' implications stole his breath. The Enterprise wasn't a Galaxy-class ship; in the Mirror Universe, it was a Galaxy-X Class.

The revelation of the ship left the group in awe, realizing the potential power and influence that this ship could bring to the Terran Empire. The stakes had just been raised.

Picard had Troi, LaForge, Barclay, Data, and Tyson gathered in his meeting room. He began assigning duties to everyone.

"Inquisitor," he addressed Troi, "I'll need you to contact an old acquaintance on the Enterprise. I think you know the one I mean. Then I'll be leaving you at the conn again. Tyson, I'll need you to keep Lieutenant Yar occupied; she's most likely to interfere with our plans. Do what you must, your highest priority is to protect the Inquisitor. As for Yar, she's a great officer and it'd be a blow to the Empire if something misfortune happened to her. If something did, however, I'd prefer you didn't attract too much attention."

Troi and Tyson shared a curious glance, but Picard continued unabated. Turning to Data and Barclay, he gave the next assignment, "Data, Barclay, I'll need you to find a way to transfer the crew from the Stargazer to the Enterprise and come up with a failsafe to disable the Stargazer. As for me, I'll be on the surface speaking with Troi's contact, once the meeting has been set up. LaForge is working on getting us to the Enterprise."

Each of them acknowledged their assigned tasks and understood the weight of the plan Picard was setting into motion. They knew that successfully executing their roles would be crucial to the ultimate success of seizing control of the Enterprise. The stakes were high, and each crew member was prepared to do whatever it took to ensure their mission's success.
Tyson returned to the tactical station under Yar's watchful eye. The Ensign approached her and said, "Lieutenant, thank you for pointing out my weakness when it comes to evasive maneuvers. Would you be willing to take the time to go over them with me?"

Yar replied coldly, "No. It's not my job to make sure you know your responsibilities. I'll see you in my quarters shortly for disciplinary action."

Tyson reluctantly followed Yar to her quarters. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation and a sense of power play. The Lieutenant looked at him with a stern expression and ordered, "Strip and bind yourself, just like you did the last time."

Tyson knew he had no choice but to comply with her demands, while trying to figure out how to keep Yar occupied for the sake of Picard's plan. As he removed his clothes and bound himself, he couldn't help but feel vulnerable and exposed under her dominating gaze. The tension between them only grew as he prepared for another intense encounter, the power dynamic as palpable as ever.

Yar bound Tyson's remaining free hand and double-checked the man's restraints, ensuring he couldn't escape. Then she stepped back, and a cruel grin spread across her face. "You dared to lay your hands on me last time, that won't be happening again. I had to go to sickbay to make sure you didn't do any damage. Did you think you'd get away with that without punishment? You're lucky you didn't leave a mark; if you had, you'd already be dead. Inquisitor Troi and Picard be damned. They wouldn't be able to protect you from me."

Her tone became more manic as she continued, her cruel statements devolving into a rant, "What even are you? I took you on my bed, thinking you were human, then I noticed your ears. And now, you look like a Cardie? Are you an Alliance infiltrator or just some kind of freak, like the others Picard keeps around?

Yar took a deep breath and regained control of herself. A mocking tone replaced the mania, "I learned something very interesting while I was in sickbay. Pulaski mentioned your pet Vulcan and how you treated her well." Yar leaned close to Tyson and whispered, "Don't show weakness. I learned that from you after our last session, and now I'm going to teach you that same lesson back."

The air was thick with tension and dark energy as Yar prepared to exact her punishment, the power dynamics between them solidly in her favor. Tyson's mind raced with thoughts on how to endure whatever was coming next. He tested his bindings but found he had no hope of escaping. So he did the only thing he could think of - he begged. He acknowledged Yar's superiority and asked how he could please her or atone for his mistake. "Lieutenant Yar, I apologize for my actions last time. I understand now that I was out of line and that you deserve my utmost respect and submission," Tyson said, his voice quivering with fear and desperation. "Please, tell me how I can make it up to you. I'll do anything you ask of me."

Yar looked down at him with a mix of satisfaction and disdain, reveling in the power she held over him. She took a moment to consider his plea before she finally spoke, her voice cold and unforgiving. "You're lucky that I'm willing to give you a chance to make amends, but it won't be easy for you. From now on, you'll treat me with the respect I deserve and follow my orders without question or hesitation. You will ensure that you work tirelessly to prove your worth to me." Yar continued, "And as for your punishment, you will endure whatever I decide is necessary to teach you a lesson. I won't tolerate any more insubordination from you, Tyson. Remember that."

Yar's eyes flashed with a dangerous gleam as she said, "Your disobedience robbed me of the satisfaction of claiming the lives of two thousand Vulcans. They were mine to take. So, I'm going to take a Vulcan life from you. What was her name? Sela, Seltar... Selar, yes, that's it. Selar." She leaned in closer, her voice malicious and sinister. "I'm going to take her from you, Tyson. I'll bring her here and make you watch as I steal her life away from you. You'll witness every moment of her suffering, and when I'm finished and covered in her green blood, I'm going to make sure your face will be the last one she sees when I kill her. And you'll both know that it was your actions that led her to this fate."

Tyson's heart pounded in his chest, terror gripping him at the thought of Selar suffering at Yar's hands. The game just changed. This wasn't a matter of him being beholden to Yar, or enduring a punishment. Now, she was threatening Selar's life. He had to find a way to protect her, to prevent Yar from carrying out her cruel plan. But for now, he was helpless and at her mercy.

Yar left Tyson bound in her quarters as she headed to fetch Selar. Tyson's mind raced, searching for a way to escape. He tested his bindings once more, but his Strength was insufficient to break free. His Corruption hadn't fully spread through Yar yet, so he couldn't rely on it for any advantages.

Desperately, he considered his other abilities. His Inventory... was worth a shot.

Concentrating, Tyson attempted to store the rack that held him bound in his Inventory, hoping against hope that it would work. To his amazement and relief, he succeeded. The rack vanished, leaving him standing in the room, free from his bindings.

He was free, and in the process discovered a way to escape any manual bindings. Tyson quickly resummoned the rack and bound himself once more. This time, however, he made sure the fastenings were loose enough for him to slip free when the time came. He planned on appearing trapped and ambushing the Lieutenant when the right opportunity presented itself. Tyson considered ambushing Yar as she entered but knew she would have Selar with her. The Vulcan was already at risk and he wanted a chance to assess the situation and minimize the risk to her before trying to take down Yar. He hoped Yar wouldn't notice his deception. Unless she performed a close inspection of his bindings, Tyson had the element of surprise on his side.

His priority was to keep Selar safe. Secondarily, he hoped to do so without exposing his abilities. Anxiety coursed through him as he waited for Yar to return. He knew he had to remain calm and focused, and prepared himself for the precise moment to strike. The stakes were high, and he couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

Selar entered the room ahead of Yar. The two women found Tyson bound and seemingly helpless. Tyson expected Selar to be forcibly brought to Yar's quarters, but it seemed that the lieutenant had managed to persuade the Vulcan to join her willingly. Selar stepped into the room and spoke calmly, "Ensign Tyson, I have come to assist you with your issue. Lieutenant Yar informed me that you've displayed violent tendencies. Please, do not concern yourself with the previous matters that troubled you."

Tyson looked at Selar, trying to gauge her true intentions, but her Vulcan stoicism gave nothing away. Meanwhile, Yar's eyes glinted with malicious intent as she watched the interaction, her anticipation palpable.

As Tyson prepared to speak, to tell Selar not to assist, Yar swiftly placed a gag in his mouth. It wasn't overly uncomfortable, but Tyson hadn't found the right moment to launch a surprise attack on Yar yet, so he allowed it. Selar raised an eyebrow at Yar, who responded nonchalantly, "We don't want him biting." Selar seemed to accept her reasoning.

The Vulcan woman began removing her clothes with a certain calmness and grace. Her movements were fluid and precise, almost as if she had been taught to disrobe in a specific manner. As the layers came off, Selar's lithe figure became more apparent. Her skin glowed subtly under the room's lighting, and her toned muscles hinted at her physical strength. Despite the situation, she maintained her Vulcan stoicism and composure, her face betraying no emotion.

As Selar stood before them, her disrobing complete, Yar's eyes gleamed in satisfaction, while Tyson struggled with the conflicting emotions swirling within him. He knew he had to act, but the timing had to be perfect.

Tyson's body responded involuntarily to the sight of Selar's naked form, betraying his human instincts despite his attempts to remain stoic. This physical reaction only added to the story Yar had spun to lower the Vulcan's guard. He was beginning to put together the pieces of the scenario Yar created. Selar must have asked what happened to Tyson when the lieutenant arrived at his quarters. When Yar explained he was becoming violent, Selar fell back on her Vulcan understanding and discarded Tyson's earlier explanations. She believed he was experiencing the pon farr, and his body was cementing that belief.

As Selar closed the distance between them, her approach was more clinical than seductive, in line with her Vulcan nature. Tyson's mind raced, trying to calculate how far Yar would allow this to go before making her move to harm them. He could see the predatory smile on Yar's face.

Selar turned her back to Tyson, her tall, lithe form gracefully moved into position. At 6 foot 1, her body aligned almost perfectly with his when she arched her back. Her movements, though precise and deliberate, hinted at a sensuality that could only be appreciated by someone attuned to the nuances of Vulcan behavior.

Selar reached back to guide Tyson. With his hands bound, he had no way to line himself up with her folds. The Vulcan's fingers made contact with his heated skin, her hands far cooler than he expected. Despite her cold, logical demeanor, there was a subtle tenderness in her touch that belied her true feelings.

"Ensign Tyson," Selar spoke softly. She looked at him over her shoulder, her face inches from his. Her voice betrayed none of the emotion that flickered behind her eyes. "Focus on the task at hand. We must resolve this situation in the most efficient manner possible."

The situation had escalated far beyond what Tyson had ever intended, but he knew that there was no turning back now. He glanced at Yar, who sat back and watched with an evil glint in her eyes, her sadistic enjoyment of the scene playing out before her all too apparent. Undoubtedly, she was savoring the thought of allowing Tyson to feel a deep connection to Selar, only to cruelly extinguish it. Tyson's mind raced as he tried to find a way out of this predicament. He knew that he couldn't use his Inventory to remove the frame without revealing his powers to both women, and Yar remained out of his striking range. He needed to act quickly, but every possible solution seemed to elude him, slipping through his fingers like water.

As Selar's body pressed against his own, Tyson found it increasingly difficult to focus on finding a way out. The intensity of their connection threatened to consume him, and for a moment, he lost himself in the sensation, forgetting the danger that lurked just out of reach.

Selar's expression remained neutral, but her eyes betrayed the emotions she wouldn't let her face show. She spoke softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "I want this, Ensign."

Tyson looked into her eyes, searching for any hint of deception or coercion, but found only sincerity. Selar continued her words were calm and measured despite the heated situation. "If I were not a slave, if circumstances were different, I would still be drawn to you, Tyson. It is not solely the result of the context of our current relationship or any external factors. My admiration for you is based on logical observations and assessments of your character, intellect, and integrity."

Her confession, while devoid of the usual warmth or passion one might expect, held a certain Vulcan honesty that made it all the more powerful. "In our shared experiences and the moments we have spent together, I have come to acknowledge that there is a connection between us that transcends mere physical attraction and is rooted in a mutual understanding and respect for one another."

Tyson knew he had to find a way to protect Selar from Yar's twisted intentions. He couldn't let this interaction progress any further regardless of the consequences. But it mattered not, because Selar's confession changed the situation. In the heat of the moment, as Selar's admission hung in the air, Tyson caught sight of Yar's expression shifting in his peripheral vision. The sneer on her face twisted and contorted, morphing into a pure, unbridled rage. It seemed that something in Selar's words had struck a nerve with the vindictive lieutenant, igniting a fury that could not be contained.

As Yar charged towards the vulnerable Vulcan, her intentions clear, Tyson knew he had only seconds to act. Unbeknownst to Yar, he had loosened his bindings when he had stored the frame away, and now he used that to his advantage.

With a swift movement, Tyson freed himself from the remaining bindings and stepped in front of Selar, shielding her from Yar's assault. The enraged lieutenant seemed caught off-guard by Tyson's sudden freedom, her momentum carrying her forward, unable to stop herself.

Tasha Yar (Lvl 6)
{Corruption - 327/522}
Defense: R: 18, F: 22, W: 18
Hit Points: 86
Melee: Punch +5 (1d4+7)
Melee: Knife +6 (1d6+7)
Range: Phaser +5 (3d6+3)
Attributes: Strength 16, Dexterity 8, Constitution 18, Intelligence 10, Wisdom 8, Charisma 14.
Skills: Athletics +7.
Traits: Weapon Proficiency (Phasers), Weapon Focus (Simple Weapons), Weapon Proficiency (Simple Weapons)
Negative Status Effect: Corrupted Seed (x2)

Tyson struck the moment Yar was within range. His fist connected with Yar's face. The impact reverberated through the room, and Yar's head snapped back, her body absorbing the powerful blow. She quickly recovered and retaliated, landing a solid punch on Tyson's jaw, causing him to wince. The two combatants continued to trade punches, Tyson landing another hit on Yar, who countered by attempting to strike Tyson but missed. Tyson's martial arts skills grew, fueled by the adrenaline of the intense fight.

Yar managed to land another blow on Tyson, while he failed to connect with her. Undeterred, Tyson focused his energy and delivered a crushing punch to Yar, who staggered back in pain, barely able to keep her footing. Despite her weakened state, Yar attempted another strike on Tyson, but her punch fell short. Tyson missed his next attack, allowing Yar to strike him twice in succession. Each time, she capitalized on his momentary lapse in focus and landed punches to his torso.

Emboldened, Tyson landed a powerful punch on Yar, leaving her teetering on the edge of consciousness. Yar tried to land a counterattack but failed, her strength all but depleted. With a final, devastating blow, Tyson knocked Yar out cold, her body crumpling to the floor.

Tyson v. Yar: Punch = Success! 17 Damage (69/86)
Yar v. Tyson: Punch = Success! 8 Damage (112/120)
Tyson v. Yar: Punch = Success! 16 Damage (53/86)
Martial Arts Skill Increased! (8)

Yar v. Tyson: Punch = Success! 10 Damage (102/120)
Tyson v. Yar: Punch = Major Success! 18 Damage (35/86)
Martial Arts Skill Increased! (9)

Yar v. Tyson: Punch = Success! 8 Damage (94/120)
Yar v. Tyson: Punch = Success! 10 Damage (84/120)
Tyson v. Yar: Punch = Success! 16 Damage (19/86)
Tyson v. Yar: Punch = Major Success! 17 Damage (2/86)
Yar v. Tyson: Punch = Success! 8 Damage (76/120)
Martial Arts Skill Increased! (10 - Maxed)

Tyson v. Yar: Punch = Major Success! 16 Damage (0/86)

Experience Rewarded: 700 (1645/1000)
Level Up! (645/7000)
+1 Attribute Point

Selar had frozen when the altercation between Tyson and Yar began. Conditioning for slaves was common, but there was one unwritten rule all slaves learned: interfering in a fight between Terrans never ended well. As the struggle came to an end, she moved closer to Tyson to examine his injuries, concern evident in her eyes.

"We have a lot to discuss," Tyson said, his voice strained from the exertion. "But for now, I need you to trust me. What I'm about to do may seem strange, but it'll all make sense once I've had the chance to explain everything."

Selar locked eyes with Tyson and nodded her agreement. He'd done enough to earn her trust and her desire to help him that waiting for an explanation and following his instructions was a small task.

In a blink, a Disruptor Rifle materialized in Tyson's hand, catching Selar off-guard. Without hesitation, he aimed it at Yar's downed form and fired a purple beam. Selar watched in astonishment as the beam struck Yar, her body suffused with a violet glow. Tyson fired several more times, each shot seemingly having little effect on the lieutenant besides intensifying the luminous aura around her.

Once he finished, Tyson made the weapon vanish as quickly as it had appeared. Selar's gaze shifted between Tyson and the incapacitated Yar, trying to make sense of what had just occurred.

Tasha Yar (Lvl 6)
Hit Points: 0/86.
{Corruption - 522/522}
Negative Status Effect: Corrupted Seed (x2)

Tyson took a deep breath, his heart still pounding from the earlier altercation. "Selar, I need you to tend to Yar's injuries. Make sure she's stable, but don't let her regain consciousness just yet." His voice was firm but gentle, and Selar went to work.

As the Vulcan woman expertly treated Yar's wounds, Tyson focused on moving the binding frame to the bed. With Selar's help, they carefully lifted the unconscious Yar and secured her within the restraints. Once they were confident she wouldn't escape, Tyson allowed himself a moment to relax, the tension visibly dissipating from his body.

Turning to Selar, he began to explain Yar's twisted intentions. "She wanted to use you against me, to hurt me in the worst way possible. She planned to take your life, right in front of me, as a form of punishment for my actions." Tyson's voice wavered slightly, the thought of losing Selar too painful to bear.

Selar's eyes widened in shock, but she quickly composed herself. "I am grateful that you intervened, Ensign."

Tyson looked at Selar, his eyes conveying a promise that he would reveal more to her later. However, he needed privacy and time, both of which were running out as Yar began to stir.

As Yar regained consciousness, she quickly realized her vulnerable position. Bound and helpless, she started to thrash wildly in a desperate attempt to free herself. Tyson and Selar watched, saying nothing, waiting for Yar to exhaust herself. Unexpectedly, Yar's anger dissolved into anguished sobs, her body trembling with the force of her emotions. Tyson and Selar exchanged a glance, both surprised by this sudden shift.

Once her sobbing had quietened enough, Tyson addressed Yar cautiously. "Lieutenant Yar," he began, his voice soft but firm, "are you willing to compromise? To reach an agreement that doesn't involve violence or cruelty?"

Yar's tear-streaked face looked up at Tyson, her eyes red and swollen. Her expression shifted from despair to contemplation, as she considered his words. She took a deep, shuddering breath before speaking. "What do you propose?" she whispered, her voice wavering.

Tyson glanced at Selar, seeking her approval before continuing. "We can find a way to coexist, to work together without causing harm to one another. We all have our demons to face, but we don't have to do it alone."

Social Check {Diplomacy} (DC:24) = 16 Major Failure!

Yar's eyes blazing with fury, spat in Tyson's face and resumed her thrashing, disregarding his offer of compromise. Tyson wiped the spit from his face. His expression remained calm and resolute. He looked directly into Yar's eyes; his calm countenance met her furious gaze. Tyson activated his Absorb Corruption ability. The Corruption started to roll out of Yar's body in purple waves of smoke, which were then sucked into Tyson. As more and more Corruption was absorbed, it took Yar's beauty with it. Gradually, Yar's thrashing slowed and stopped altogether, leaving her panting and weak. Her once stunning features were now twisted and disfigured, a pale shadow of her former self. The room fell silent, the only sound being Yar's labored breathing.

Selar, who had been watching the entire scene unfold, looked at Tyson with a mixture of awe and fear. "What... what did you do?" she asked hesitantly.

Tyson turned to Selar, his eyes filled with sorrow. "I Absorbed her Charisma into myself," he explained quietly. "In doing so, I took the essence of her beauty and magnetism. I didn't want it to come to this, but there was no other choice."

Selar nodded slowly, her eyes lingering on Yar's disfigured face. Tyson looked at Yar, now stripped of one of her greatest weapons – her beauty. He decided to ask her again, his voice was even and calm. "Are you ready to talk yet?"

Social Check {Diplomacy} (DC:16) = 10 Failure!

Yar's response was immediate and furious. She started thrashing once more, her face contorted with rage. "What did you do to me? I'll kill you and your Vulcan slut!" she screamed, her voice hoarse and full of venom.

Her ranting continued, her words becoming more and more vile until Tyson finally had enough. He grabbed the gag and swiftly stuffed it back into her mouth, silencing her. With a casual, unaffected tone, he said, "I'll be back later then."

Tyson gestured for Selar to follow him as he turned to leave the room. The door slid shut behind them, leaving the furious, disfigured, silenced Yar alone with her thoughts and rage. Tyson approached the panel outside her quarters. Using his Computers skill, he hacked into the panel's controls, locking the door to his biosignature and encrypting access. He doubted anyone short of Data could access her quarters without significant effort.

Computers Check {Hacking} (DC:15) = 26 Major Success!

Tyson says to Selar, "We have to do our best to remain inconspicuous. I'm going to the bridge to cover Yar's shifts. I've been seen with her enough during the past few days that it should avoid suspicion." He hesitated for a moment, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry to ask, but can you spend some time in sickbay? I know it's demeaning, but Pulaski outed you. If it seemed like Yar was sending you there as punishment, it might help prolong our deception being noticed."

Selar's expression remained neutral, but her eyes conveyed understanding. "I see the logic in your request, Ensign Tyson," she replied, her tone steady. "I will spend time in sickbay as you suggest."

Tyson nodded, grateful for her cooperation. "Thank you, Selar. We'll get through this together."

With that, they parted ways, each determined to maintain the façade for as long as possible. Tyson worked diligently throughout his shift, which proved to be rather monotonous since the Stargazer was merely holding position in orbit while Picard orchestrated his plans. To make use of the time, Tyson focused on studying the evasive maneuvers Yar had failed him for, and managed to raise his Piloting skill as a result.

Piloting Skill Increased! (2)

As Yar's scheduled shift came to an end, Tyson went to retrieve Selar from sickbay. The stoic Vulcan woman showed no outward signs of the mistreatment she had endured at the hands of Dr. Pulaski, maintaining her usual composed demeanor. When they reached Tyson's quarters, he expressed his gratitude to Selar for her cooperation. "I want to thank you for going along with the plan, Selar. I know it hasn't been easy, but we must maintain this facade for now."

Selar nodded, her voice level as she replied, "I understand the necessity of our actions, Ensign Tyson. My well-being is secondary to the greater objective."

As they settled into Tyson's quarters, he decided it was time to reveal the truth about his abilities. He felt that Selar had earned his trust, especially considering her willingness to support him despite her dire circumstances.

"Selar," Tyson began, "there is something I must share with you. It's about my abilities – the ones you saw me use. I think it's time you understood what they are and how they work."

Selar nodded, her curiosity piqued. "Very well, Ensign Tyson. I am ready to listen."

Tyson took a deep breath and started explaining. "My power is called Corruption. I can spread it through touch, infuse it into weapons, and even absorb it to gain the strengths from those who have been Corrupted."

Selar's eyes narrowed, but she remained calm, trying to process the information. "Fascinating. How do you control this ability, and what are its limitations?"

Tyson continued, "I have near complete control over it. As for limitations, the extent of Corruption's influence depends on the individual's power and hardiness and how much Corruption they've been exposed to. Once they've reached the limits of their Corruption tolerance, it's much easier for me to fight against them or interact with them. The only exception to my control is when I… finish during intercourse. It triggers automatically then, imbuing my Corruption. "

Selar considered Tyson's words and raised an eyebrow. "Is there anything else Corruption can do?" she asked, her curiosity apparent.

Tyson thought for a moment before responding. "Yes, there are a few more aspects to it. For example, when I imbue weapons with Corruption, I can will them to only deal Corruption damage, which is what I did when I used the phaser on Yar while she was unconscious. Additionally, objects or people that have been imbued with Corruption gain a small amount of it each day."

He paused, his expression becoming more serious. "There's also another aspect that I have yet to test. I believe I can use Corruption to improve the abilities or strength of those who've reached their limit of what their body can contain. However, I haven't had the opportunity to confirm this yet." Tyson hesitated before admitting, "I should tell you that I planted my Corruption Seed in Inquisitor Troi the last time I saw her. Doing so used up all my Corruption reserves, but it might give me an advantage against the cunning woman. That's what I was referring to earlier when I mentioned I was taking steps to mitigate her influence over me."

Selar considered his words before responding. "Your actions seem prudent, Ensign. As you're aware, I too have reservations about Inquisitor Troi and her motivations." She then looked at him with a serious expression. "What are your plans for Yar?"

Tyson pondered for a moment. "If her Corruption was maxed, I could easily persuade her to overlook our disagreements and potentially restore her appearance. But, I'm hesitant to spend all my corruption on her. Initially, I can easily corrupt someone by using a Corrupted weapon. That's why I hit her with the disruptor. But, after absorbing corruption from someone, I can't infect them with more corruption from a weapon, it has to accumulate from a corrupted seed or come from me directly."

Selar raised an eyebrow and suggested, "Perhaps you should do just that. It might be the best course of action. If she is our most dire concern at the moment, would it not be best to resolve that before moving on to other problems."

Tyson shifted uncomfortably, his expression conflicted. "I'm not sure, Selar. Maxing her Corruption could give us an ally. I need to think this through carefully."

They sat contemplating the situation before Selar spoke. "Considering what you've told me, the most logical course of action would be to return to Yar and seed her before you rest for the evening and recover your Corruption. Additionally, when you are not on duty, you should meditate. If that helps you recover your Corruption, doing so would allow for an additional Corruption seed application each day."

Tyson weighed Selar's words carefully. If things continued unchanged, it would take three weeks for Yar's Corruption Pool to reach its max with the two seeds she had. Selar's approach was practical and efficient, and he couldn't find any fault in her suggestion.

"You're right, Selar. Your plan makes sense. I used today's seed on Troi, so I'll try meditating when I'm not on duty to see if it helps recover my Corruption enough for another seed."

Selar nodded, pleased with his agreement. "It is the most rational choice, given the circumstances. We must act swiftly and decisively to secure our safety."

The Gamer knelt to Meditate. A little over three hours later, his Corruption Pool was full, so he enacted their plan. Tyson entered Yar's quarters cautiously, determined to carry out the plan he and Selar had discussed. He found Yar still bound, her face a mixture of defiance and desperation. Approaching her, he calmly began to clean up her refuse, wanting to ensure her basic needs were met. Yar glared at him, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity. She didn't understand why he was treating her with even a modicum of kindness after everything she had done. She didn't notice when the Corrupted Seed left his hands and entered through the pores of her leg as he was cleaning her.

Once Tyson had finished, he offered her some water, which she hesitantly accepted. Her eyes never left him, searching for any sign of deception or ulterior motives. Before leaving, Tyson replaced the gag in Yar's mouth, wanting to prevent any further outbursts or attempts at manipulation. As he turned to leave, Yar's gaze followed him, her emotions unreadable.

"I'll be back tomorrow," he said simply, and with that, he exited her quarters

When Tyson returned to his quarters, he found Selar in bed. The Vulcan woman decided to rest as well. Her long, lean body stretched out across the mattress. As he considered whether to meditate or sleep, he realized that the time it would take to restore his Corruption Pool through meditation was not much different from a night's sleep. Deciding to rest alongside Selar, he climbed into bed.

As Tyson went to lie down, he realized that Selar was still awake. She gracefully pulled back the covers, revealing that she had removed her clothes. Her smooth skin and slender yet muscular frame were on full display. The curve of her ass was subtle yet alluring, and her dark, lustrous hair spilled over her shoulders, reaching her ample breasts.

Tyson couldn't help but appreciate her beauty, but he was unsure how to proceed. He asked, "Selar, what is this?"

Selar spoke in a measured voice. "It is only logical. You spent all your Corruption, but you imbue a seed with intercourse. Tyson, like it or not, I'm already bound to you. This is but a small step. You represent the closest connection I have to freedom and the best chance for us both to succeed. I want to do everything I can to improve those chances." She paused before adding, "Before Yar attacked, interrupting us earlier, I found being close to you a pleasant experience."

Tyson felt a mixture of emotions wash over him. The day had been an emotional rollercoaster – dealing with Troi's seductive nature, then Selar's unusual approach, followed by the confrontation with Yar, and now Selar's confession. He was emotionally drained and found himself unable to resist her any longer. Tyson released a resigned sigh but pulled Selar close to him. With their bodies pressed together, he whispered, "Selar, I want you to know that I respect and care for you deeply,"

Selar maintained her typical stoic expression and responded calmly. "I am aware, Tyson. I, too, respect and value you."

They lay there, the air between them thick with anticipation, and Tyson continued. "I want this to be a mutual decision, something we both want."

Selar nodded, understanding the importance Tyson emphasized on consent in their intimacy. "As I stated earlier, I want this, and am willing to proceed, Tyson."

Tyson began by gently tracing his fingers along the contours of her arm, seeking her consent with every touch. Selar, though typically stoic, allowed herself to relax, giving a nod of affirmation as Tyson's fingers continued their exploration. She appreciated the warmth of his fingers as they touched every inch of her lithe form. Sensing Selar's growing comfort and trust, he leaned in to share a tender kiss. As their lips met, the kiss lingered, and Tyson gently sucked on Selar's lips. He probed into her mouth, with Selar reciprocating the gesture. Their tongues twisted and darted in an intricate dance. Breaking away from the kiss, Tyson placed gentle kisses down Selar's body, showing her care and appreciation. As he continued, he noticed the unique sensation of Selar's cool skin, a characteristic distinct to her Vulcan heritage. This new experience only added to the intrigue and excitement the Gamer was feeling.

As Tyson continued to be gentle and attentive, Selar could sense that he was holding back, likely due to their unique situation and his concern for her well-being as a slave. Recognizing his reluctance, Selar decided to take the initiative, reassuring him and showing that she welcomed his intimacy.

Selar rolled onto her side, positioning herself with her back to Tyson. This position was reminiscent of their earlier encounter in Yar's quarters. She confidently reached back, grabbed Tyson's manhood, and guided it into her. The move left no question of her consent and desire to continue. Selar's actions were a clear message to Tyson that she was comfortable and willing to participate in their intimate experience. With Selar taking the lead and her clear desire to continue, Tyson found it easier to let go of his reservations and allowed himself to be drawn into their intimate connection. He slowly eased himself inside, letting her body be his guide when to pull back or push forward. He remained gentle and attentive to her needs, taking care to ensure her comfort as he reached into her depths. Once he was fully inside, Selar retook charge, rhythmically moving her hips forward and back. Her assertive role in their encounter allowed Tyson to let go of his concerns and enjoy their shared experience, knowing that Selar was actively participating.

Perform Check (DC:15) = 20 Major Success!
Perform Skill Increased! (5)

Tyson discovered that even Vulcans had their limits when it came to the intensity of certain emotions. Although Selar maintained her composed demeanor throughout their connection, it became evident that there were moments when her control wavered. As Selar continued to move her hips, driving herself towards the peak of pleasure, her control over her emotions began to slip. Soft moans and whimpers escaped her lips, betraying the intensity of the sensations she was experiencing. This revelation was both surprising and enthralling to Tyson, who began to treat it like a game. He carefully observed Selar's subtle reactions, using those small signs to gauge her pleasure and bring her closer to the edge. Exercising tremendous restraint, he managed to hold back his release, focusing on Selar's enjoyment.

As Selar reached her climax, her body responded with rhythmic contractions that signaled the intensity of her experience. It was at this moment that Tyson could no longer contain himself, and he too found release just moments after her.

Constitution Check (DC: 10): Passed.
Perform Check (DC:20) = 22 Success.

As Tyson and Selar lay together, spooning, still recovering from their passionate encounter, Tyson considered the many advantages of being 'The Gamer' – He didn't need to sleep, his Inventory, the skills, and powers, but his current favorite was the enhanced physical endurance. Without needing a break or rest, he was ready to continue their intimate session. He was still inside her, and still hard.

Tyson pulled out and repositioned Selar onto her back. He crawled above her and guided himself back inside. Her head tilted back as she released another moan, and he leaned in for a tender kiss. The kiss continued as Tyson began once again thrusting into the Vulcan woman. Selar reacted by spreading her legs wider and lifting them upwards with their knees bent. This position allowed Tyson full access, and her strong muscles and ligaments were unable to hinder his progress. Selar gave in to Tyson's thrusts, savoring the sensations and feelings that she perpetually suppressed. The two continued to explore one another, reveling in the closeness and intimacy they shared, as they embarked on another round of passionate lovemaking.

Selar (Lvl 1)
{Corruption - 355/19}
Negative Status Effect: Corrupted Seed (x2)

Tyson and Selar embraced after finishing their second round of vigorous passion. The notifications hovering in the corner of Tyson's view hindered his enjoyment of the after-sex cuddling.

Hidden Quest Complete!
Roddenberry's Universe III - Where No Man Has Gone Before
Where No Man Has Gone Before What would be the point of having a universe filled with hot alien babes if you couldn't get with them? You've fulfilled the dreams of most teenage male Trek fans and hooked up with an alien.
+1 Social skill
+1 Perform skill
X3 Corruption Pool Modifier (213)
Corruption Power Unlocked: Corrupted Reflection
You gain the ability to use Corruption to reflect any single attack, power, or ability. Any damage or effects will be inflicted on the caster, along with Corruption. You may choose to replace damage done with pure Corruption.

Hidden Quest Complete!
Roddenberry's Universe IV - No Emotions… Except for Passion?
Somewhere beneath that cold Vulcan exterior, you uncovered the raw flames of passion.
+1 Social skill
+1 Perform skill
X4 Corruption Pool Modifier (284)
Corruption Power Unlocked: Corrupted Pacification
Any creature or item that has reached its maximum Corruption cannot take or incite hostile action against you. If you make a hostile action toward a Pacified creature, it may retaliate.

Tyson was concerned for Selar's well-being when he discovered the alarming amount of Corruption she harbored. Desperate to alleviate her condition, he attempted to manipulate the Corruption inside her. Tyson focused his energy and began the process of raising Selar's Level to 2, a move that would cost him 100 Corruption. He knew that this decision would not only benefit her but also put her at a safer level of Corruption.

As Tyson delved deeper into the interface options of Selar's attributes, he discovered that he could also enhance her Intelligence and Charisma to a score of 10, for a mere 10 Corruption each. This revelation brought a small, hopeful smile to his face – a sign that he could help Selar reach her full potential, while also reducing the risk posed by her excess Corruption.

With every adjustment he made, Tyson could see the transformation taking place before his eyes. Selar's demeanor became more confident and poised, the angle of her nose shifted giving her a cuter appearance, and her intellect shined through as a newfound aura of magnetism surrounded her.

Selar (Lvl 2)
{Corruption - 235/240}
Defense: R: 12, F: 13, W: 12
Hit Points: (10*Con) = 120
Melee: Punch +3 (3d4+3)
Attributes: Strength 11, Dexterity 10, Constitution 12, Intelligence 10, Wisdom 10, Charisma 10
Skills: Medicine +9
Vulcan Strength: Vulcans are Triple the Strength of Humans and do 3x the normal damage dice worth of damage with unarmed attacks.
Negative Status Effect: Corrupted Seed (x2)

~~Star Trek: TNG~~

You have slept in a bed. All Hit Points and Corruption recovered and negative status effects were removed.

The following day, Tyson cautiously approached Yar's quarters, making sure no one was nearby in the corridor to see inside. He entered the room and looked at Yar, her once-striking beauty now gone. Her skin was marred with blemishes, her eyes sunken, and her once lustrous hair hung limp and lifeless. The woman who had once used her looks to manipulate and intimidate was now a mere shadow of her former self. Once again, he cleaned her, removed her gag, and gave her water. Inconspicuously placing another Corruption Seed within her when his fingers grazed her skin as he wiped the filth from her, the purple mist absorbing through her pores.

Tasha Yar (Lvl 6)
{Corruption - 385/522}
Negative Status Effect: Corrupted Seed (x4)

Tyson cleared his throat and asked Yar, "Are you ready to talk? We need to discuss how we can move forward from here."

Social Check {Diplomacy} (DC:16) = 13 Failure!

Yar's face twisted in anger, her voice venomous as she began a tirade against Tyson. "You think you've won, don't you? You're a fool! When I get free from these restraints, I'll make you suffer a thousand times worse than anything you could imagine. You and your pathetic Vulcan plaything will beg for death before I'm through with you!"

Tyson listened to her rant, his expression unfazed. When she finally paused for breath, he calmly replied, "You'll have the rest of today to think it over then." With that, he turned and left her quarters, the door sliding shut behind him, leaving Yar to stew in her fury.

The day progressed similarly to the previous one, with Tyson assuming Yar's shift on the bridge at the tactical station while continuing to study evasive maneuvers. However, today he noticed some of the security personnel casting shifty glances his way. It was clear that their suspicions were beginning to rise regarding Yar's continued absence. Meanwhile, Selar endured another full shift in Sickbay. Despite her composure, the strain of the situation was becoming evident. Once Tyson's shift ended, he quickly retrieved Selar from Sickbay, and they returned to their shared quarters. Upon entering, Tyson suggested they both engage in meditation. As they settled into a comfortable position on the floor, they focused their thoughts, attempting to restore their energy and calm their minds amidst the mounting tension. While they meditated, Tyson couldn't help but worry about the suspicions of the security personnel on the bridge. He knew that he and Selar were walking a dangerous path and that they needed to be cautious. With each passing day, the chances of their secret being discovered increased.

Piloting Skill Increased! (3)
Meditation Skill Increased! (3)

It was early evening as the door to Yar's quarters slid open and Tyson entered, ready to administer his now routine care for her. Yar's eyes followed him closely, her gaze filled with a mix of resentment and fear, as he methodically moved the frame she was bound to, cleaned the bed sheets, gently tended to her body, and implanted another Corrupted Seed. Once her gag was removed, he offered her water, ensuring she stayed hydrated.

As he held the glass to her lips, Tyson asked, "Are you ready to talk yet?"

Social Check {Diplomacy} (DC:16) = 28 Major Success!
Social Skill Increased! (10)

Yar's eyes narrowed her expression a mix of defiance and desperation. She hesitated for a moment, the weight of her circumstances pressing down on her. Tyson patiently waited, recognizing that the decision to cooperate was ultimately in her hands. As the silence stretched on, he couldn't help but wonder if she would finally come around or continue to stubbornly resist.

Finally, Yar's lips parted, her voice strained. "What do you want from me?"

Her words hinted at a potential willingness to compromise, but Tyson had given her a chance to compromise. If Terrans only understood strength and brutality, then that was how he'd deal with her. She'd shown no willingness to cooperate until she had no other options, so he would leave her with none. Tyson looked Yar in the eyes, speaking with a calm but firm tone. "I disobeyed you, you tried to kill me and mine, and I maimed you and left you here imprisoned." He let the words hang in the air, allowing their significance to settle. "If I return your beauty, I think we'd be about even."

He paused, giving Yar time to consider his words before continuing, "I restore you. You don't tell anyone about my abilities, and you lay off me and Selar and return to duty. If I mess up, you punish me like any other subordinate." His voice grew cold, sending a shiver down Yar's spine. "But you come after me again, I'll kill you slowly. You think the agony booth or losing your beauty is bad. I'll take everything from you – your beauty, strength, coordination, and even your ability to reason or understand. You'll be a withered husk that can't speak or think before I kill you."

Tyson smiled plainly, his expression unwavering. "Do we have a deal?"

Yar stared at him, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and fear. She knew he meant every word, and the realization that she was at his mercy was humbling. She weighed her options, ultimately realizing that she had no choice but to accept the deal. With a reluctant nod, she sealed their agreement, and Tyson prepared to keep his end of the bargain.

Tyson looked over Yar's details, noting that her Corruption was overflowing. It would be expensive to replenish her Charisma. To return it to its original value would cost him exactly what he took from her. Despite the expense, he decided to go through with it, honoring their agreement.

As Tyson focused his energy, Yar's body began to change. The twisted, disfigured lines on her face smoothed out, restoring the symmetry and beauty she once possessed. Her skin, once marred by the ravages of Corruption, regained its youthful glow, becoming supple and radiant once more. Her once dull and lifeless eyes sparkled again, a testament to her regained allure. The transformation was swift, and as Tyson watched, Yar's beauty was fully restored. It was as if a master sculptor had molded her from the raw clay of Corruption, chiseling away the ugliness to reveal the stunning visage beneath.

Yar looked at her reflection in a nearby mirror, her eyes wide with disbelief. The woman who stared back at her was the Yar she remembered – confident, powerful, and seductive. She turned to Tyson, a mixture of gratitude and lingering resentment in her eyes.

Tasha Yar (Lvl 6)
{Corruption - 118/522}
Negative Status Effect: Corrupted Seed (x5)

Tyson looked at Yar with an unwavering gaze. "Remember our agreement," he said. "Go eat, rest, get some clean sheets, whatever you need. But show up for duty tomorrow, and I'll be there, your willing subordinate." He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words sink in. "If you're thinking of plotting against me again, remember how easy it was for me to take you down. Remember how effortlessly I dispatched the Vulcans and the Cardassians. And remember our deal."

His warning hung in the air, a palpable reminder of the power he wielded and the consequences of betraying him. With nothing more to say, Tyson turned on his heel and left Yar to her own devices, his message clear and unmistakable. Yar stared at the door as it closed behind him, her restored beauty a testament to the potential dangers of crossing him. She knew that she had no choice but to abide by their agreement, at least for now.

~~Star Trek: TNG~~

Tyson, LaForge, Data, Barclay, and Troi were gathered in the Captain's ready room, an air of anticipation filled the space as they made final preparations for their assault on the Enterprise. Troi leaned casually on the table next to the captain, her eyes scanning the room, while LaForge and Tyson stood tall, their expressions focused. Barclay and Data occupied the chairs opposite the captain, their fingers tapping on the table in anticipation.

LaForge broke the silence. "Leah Brahms is on the Enterprise, and she's confirmed that the ship has onboard only a partial crew complement of about 200 for this launch."

Picard nodded, the corners of his mouth hinting at a smile. "All the better for us. Fewer problems for our invasion force of 150."

LaForge nodded, his brow furrowed as he considered the potential obstacles they'd avoided. "Definitely. If they had boarded a full invasion force of imperial marines and support staff, there could easily have been over a thousand people on that ship, and we would have had to alter our plans significantly."

Data chimed in, his voice as steady and precise as ever. "Lieutenant LaForge and I agree that this imminent test launch of the fully operational vehicle is poorly protected and understaffed. The opportunity presented here to us is fortunate and one we cannot afford to miss."

Picard, ever the decisive leader, moved the conversation forward. "Very good, Data. Mr. Barclay, are the invasion teams' transport plans complete?"

Barclay straightened in his seat and reported, "Ready to go, Captain. The entire shuttle bay has been converted into a mass transporter platform. At the appointed time, we'll all beam over to the Enterprise. And we've made sure to sabotage the Stargazer. Those crew members that did not pass the Inquisitor's scans will be left behind without engines or weapons. They won't be bothering us."

Picard's eyes gleamed with approval. "Excellent. And our other contact on the Enterprise, Commander Riker, has assured me that the Enterprise crew is thoroughly unhappy with Captain Jellico. He tells me we will be entering a crew environment primed and ready for a change in command. He's made sure the most fervently anti-Jellico officers will be on duty on the bridge just in time for our arrival."

LaForge reported to the gathered officers, "They're preparing to fire thrusters, Captain."

Picard stood and directed everyone to the bridge. The goateed, muscled, Captain stated simply, "It's time, Gentlemen."

As the Enterprise disembarked from Utopia Planitia, Dr. Leah Brahms snuck into the main shuttlebay. In a matter of moments, she engaged the transport, and hundreds of crew from the Stargazer materialized within the Enterprise's shuttlebay. Tyson and Selar were among them.

Brahms approached Picard, her expression resolute. "I've ensured the security cams here are deactivated," she informed him.

The Captain responded, his tone businesslike, "Leah Brahms, I presume. I've heard all about you. Unfortunately, time is of the essence right now and I have little time for pleasantries."

She nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Agreed, Captain. Allow me to assure you that I'm completely committed to your endeavor. The Enterprise computers are entirely in your hands." She handed Picard a PADD.

He accepted it with a hint of a smile. "Now that's just how I like it. All right, LaForge. We need to follow the plans exactly as we intended. I need you to secure the Engine Room."

He turned to Data and Barclay, his gaze steady and determined. "Are you ready to take the bridge?" They responded in turn, "Ready, sir." "Just give the word, Captain."

Picard straightened his uniform and declared, "Let's go, I have a ship to take." With those words, the team set off, and each member focused on their task as they prepared to execute their carefully orchestrated plan.

Tyson and Selar moved through the Enterprise's corridors alongside LaForge and the rest of their group, their steps were quiet but purposeful. They were headed toward Main Engineering, intent on taking control of the ship's heart. The Gamer carried his Corrupted Disruptor Rifle with a sense of determination, while Selar wielded the Corrupted Phaser he had given her.

Picard's orders had been clear: take no prisoners, they either work with him or die. Tyson, however, had other plans. If the opportunity arose, he intended to Absorb from his defeated enemies and turn their strengths into his own.

To their surprise, taking Engineering proved to be almost disappointingly easy. When they arrived, they found no guards stationed, just a skeleton staff of engineers working feverishly to get the Enterprise up and running. The takeover was swift, efficient, and almost disappointingly easy. The only hiccup being LaForge was intent on killing Commander Quinteros.

Tyson stepped in front of LaForge, trying to convince him otherwise. "LaForge, I understand your anger towards this man, but think about it. He could be a valuable asset if we can convert him to our side."

LaForge's eyes narrowed, the hatred he felt for Quinteros was evident in his expression. "You don't know what he did to me, Tyson. The way he treated me..."

Tyson held up a hand. "I know, and I'm not saying you should forgive him. But Quinteros was the lead engineer on the Enterprise's construction. At the very least, we should let Picard decide whether or not he should die. It's the prudent thing to do."

Social Check {Diplomacy} (DC:15) = 22 Major Success!
Social Skill Increased! (11)

Selar, who had been observing the exchange, chimed in. "Our primary goal should be the success of our mission. Allowing our personal feelings to cloud our judgment could jeopardize that."

LaForge took a deep breath, struggling to reign in his emotions. Finally, he nodded. "Alright. We'll let Picard decide."

Tyson nodded in appreciation. "Thank you, Geordi. I know it's not easy, but you made the right decision. We have to look at the big picture, our real enemies are the Klingons and Cardassians."

With that settled, the group secured Engineering and prepared to report back to Picard.

As they secured Engineering, Tyson couldn't help but think back to their mission on the Cardassian vessel. That engine room had been far more challenging to seize than the Enterprise. The ease with which they had taken control left him with an uneasy feeling, but he shook it off, knowing they still had much work to do before the ship was fully under their command.

Tyson's unease proved to be unfounded. Under Picard's expert leadership, the command of the Enterprise was seized with minimal casualties. Perhaps there was something to be said about having a plan and executing it perfectly. Once control had been established, the crew of the Enterprise was brought before Inquisitor Troi for interviews to assess their loyalties. With her telepathic abilities, she could determine who was truly aligned with their cause and who might still harbor loyalty to the previous regime. The exception to this process was Captain Jellico. Instead of being subjected to Troi's scrutiny, Picard had a different fate in mind for the former captain. He ordered Jellico to be brought to the shuttlebay, where he was locked inside alone to be spaced.

Tyson couldn't help but feel that it was a waste. Despite Jellico's questionable leadership, the man likely possessed valuable skills that could have been put to use under their new command structure, or at least absorbed by him.

Tyson hesitantly approached Picard, asking for a moment to speak. "Captain, I understand your decision regarding Jellico, but if I may, I'd like to offer an alternative."

Picard eyed Tyson, clearly not amused by the suggestion, but he allowed him to continue.

"I don't mean to second-guess your decision, sir, but we could attempt to convince Jellico to turn over command to you willingly. It would make your claim to the ship more legitimate in the eyes of the Empire. If that's not possible, perhaps we can find an alternative to killing him. Jellico may be insufferable, but he's proven, in previous engagements, to be an effective commander against the Cardassians. His death would be a loss for the Empire."

Picard considered Tyson's words for a moment, his expression difficult to read. Finally, he responded, "Your point is valid, but I fear Jellico is too much of a wild card to be kept alive. However, you managed Yar well enough. If you can convince Jellico to turn over command to me, then I'll allow him to live."

Tyson entered the shuttlebay, finding himself alone with Jellico, who was bound and looking defiant. He approached the man cautiously, trying to appeal to the Captain's sense of reason.

"Captain Jellico, my name is Tyson. I have to admit, I'm a fan of your victories against the Cardassians. It's a shame to see you in this position," Tyson began, trying to establish a rapport. "I don't want to see you killed pointlessly. If you willingly give command of the Enterprise to Picard, he's willing to spare your life."

Social Check {Diplomacy} (DC:20) = 12 Critical Failure!
+1 Luck (2)

Jellico glared at Tyson, his eyes filled with disdain. "Picard can go to hell," he spat. "I won't give in to his demands. The Enterprise is mine, and I won't hand it over to that self-righteous traitor." Jellico proceeded to lecture Tyson. "You think you're doing the right thing, but you're just a pawn in Picard's game. One day, you'll realize the truth."

Tyson sighed, realizing that Jellico was not going to budge. "I tried to reason with you, Jellico. I hoped that you would see the value in working with us, but it seems I was wrong."

Tyson sighed, seeing no other choice. "I tried to do this the easy way," he said, pulling out his disruptor. Jellico's eyes widened, but he didn't show fear.

"I've been tortured before," Jellico taunted. "Do your worst."

With determination, Tyson fired the purple beams at the defenseless Jellico. The beams didn't cause any physical damage, but Jellico's body writhed in agony as he was filled with Corruption. His screams echoed through the shuttlebay, but Tyson remained unflinching.

Once Jellico's Corruption reached its maximum, Tyson ceased fire and approached the man, who was now panting and drenched in sweat. "I'll ask you one more time, Jellico. Will you cede command of the Enterprise to Picard?"

Social Check {Diplomacy} (DC:20) = 28 Major Success!
Social Skill Increased! (12)

Jellico's eyes were filled with pain and defeat, but he finally relented. "Fine. You win. I'll hand over command of the Enterprise to Picard."

Tyson nodded, satisfied that his unconventional approach had succeeded. The only downside was Tyson couldn't absorb the Corruption from Jellico, it provided the advantage he needed to control the officer. If he absorbed it, he could gain a skill or trait from the deposed Captain. But he would lose his advantage.

Tyson escorted the still-bound Jellico to the bridge, making sure to keep a firm grip on him. Despite his recent ordeal, Jellico held his head high, refusing to show any weakness in front of the crew. As they entered the bridge, Picard stood proudly from the captain's chair, a smug smile on his face. He couldn't resist a moment of gloating. "Ah, Captain Jellico. I see you've had a change of heart. Welcome to the bridge of the USS Enterprise, under my command."

Jellico's face contorted with disdain, but he knew he had no other choice. "Fine, Picard. I'll transfer my command codes to you. Just remember, you may have won this battle, but the war is far from over."

Reluctantly, Jellico entered his command codes into the console and transferred them to Picard. The crew watched in tense silence as the process completed. Finally, Picard's face lit up with triumph. "Thank you… Commander Jellico. Your cooperation is much appreciated," Picard said, dripping with sarcasm. "Now, let's move forward and work together to achieve our goals. We have a galaxy to conquer, and I expect nothing less than your full support."

Jellico clenched his jaw but nodded, accepting his new place in the hierarchy.


AN: Follows, Favorites, and Reviews are all appreciated!

A reviewer commented that the Terrans are major Xenophobes and wouldn't tolerate Tyson. That's a decent point. But in the Broken Mirror comic, which this short story follows, there are several non-Terrans on the Stargazer/Enterprise. Data and Troi both hold similar high-ranking positions as in the Prime universe, and Guinan is shown as well. An argument can be made that they're tolerated because they're human-looking. I choose to interpret it as they're tolerated because Picard elevates them due to their usefulness. If you look at canon, in ENT and TOS Spock/T'Pol both hold high-ranking positions, and Spock becomes emperor, so it's not beyond reason. I tried to show this divergence in the way that Picard treats Tyson versus how Yar does. Picard has a pragmatic approach to power whereas Yar's is xenophobic.


Tyson

Title: Ensign

Race: Human

Level: 2 (645/7000)

Energy Credits: 1,060,868

Hit Points: 10 x 12 (Con) = 120/120
Corruption Pool: Cumulative Attribute Score x4 = 0/284

Armor: Cardassian Armor (Common) - +2 Ref
Reflex: 10+ 2(Level) +0(Dex Mod) +2(Armor) = 14
Fortitude: 10+ 2(Level) + 1(Con Mod) = 13
Will: 10+ 2(Level) + 0(Wis mod) = 12

Strength: 11
Dexterity: 10
Constitution: 12
Intelligence: 14
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 14

Unspent Attribute Points: 1

Luck: 2

Status Effects: (none)

Languages: Basic, Cardassian

Traits: Racial ('Vulcan Strength: 11 CP')
Powers (Absorb Corruption, Corrupted Seed, Corrupted Takedown)
Ship ('Vehicular Combat: 12 CP')
Weapon ('Autofire: 84 CP', 'Rapid Shot: 84 CP')

Skills:
Athletics: Lvl 3 (Con, Str, Dex)
Computers: Lvl 14 (Int - Maxed)
Energy Weapons: Lvl 10 (Dex - Maxed)
Engineering: Lvl 14 (Int - Maxed)
Heavy Weapons: Lvl 1 (Str)
Martial Arts: Lvl 10 (Dex - Maxed)
Medicine: Lvl 1 (Int)
Meditation: Lvl 3 (Wis)
Perform: Lvl 7 (Cha)
Piloting: Lvl 3 (Dex)
Social: Lvl 12 (Cha)

Perks:
'Out of Nowhere'
'Corruption'

Drawbacks: 'Q and U'
'Dark Mirror'

Attacks:
Phaser: +10 (15 Damage)
Disruptor Rifle: +10 (3d8+10)
Punch: +7 (3d4+7 Damage)

Attack Modifiers:
Rapid Shot: -2 Attack, +1 damage die
Autofire: -5 Attack, 2x2 area damage, Half damage on a miss

Meditation: (0.1 * 3(Skill level) * 284 (Pool)) = 85/hour

Companions:
Selar (Lvl 2)
{Corruption - 235/240}
Defense: R: 12, F: 13, W: 12
Hit Points: (10*Con) = 120
Melee: Punch +3 (3d4+3)
Attributes: Strength 11, Dexterity 10, Constitution 12, Intelligence 10, Wisdom 10, Charisma 10
Skills: Medicine +9
Vulcan Strength: Vulcans are Triple the Strength of Humans and do 3x the normal damage dice worth of damage with unarmed attacks.
Negative Status Effect: Corrupted Seed (x2)