Paint and Powder
A Star Trek anthology by Andrew Joshua Talon
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USS Sutherland
0721 hours
Suraka had dealt with hangovers before. It was quite a familiar feeling to awaken to, ever since she accepted that transfer to the Sutherland.
Oh, there were days she wished she could go back in time and undo that error. The Sutherland and her crew would probably be dead or worse, but... Perhaps she could have gotten assigned to a nice, quiet science ship. Something that didn't drive her to drink and party like mad.
She felt the warmth of two other bodies alongside her. Both naked. She slowly opened her eyes.
Captain Shelby was holding her tightly against his chest, almost protectively. He was very warm, and softly snoozing into her hair. She tilted her head back-Sutherland's voluptuous gynoid body was behind her, cuddling her from behind with a happy smile and disheveled pink hair.
The vessel's holographic avatar appeared above them, wearing her usual mask.
"Hello Commander," Sutherland said softly, "the quantum twinning experiment was a success. The appropriate files are on your office computer."
"Thank you," Suraka mumbled, "what is the time?"
Sutherland tilted her head.
"Oh-seven twenty one, Commander," Sutherland said, "you do not have to be on duty for another two hours, thirty nine minutes... Shall I get the usual ready for you? Site to site transport?"
Suraka blinked a few times.
"Ah. The usual. Because this has become a habit," she said softly.
Sutherland smiled behind her mask.
"Yes Commander. Would you like to write your customary resignation letter as well?"
Suraka narrowed her eyes. Logically, she should have submitted her resignation years ago... And every time, something like this happened. And she delayed.
She just kept doing it, over and over. Like she wanted to be here.
That wasn't logical... Was it?
"... I will wait to work on that later," Suraka decided at last. Sutherland's smile grew, and her gynoid avatar tightened her grip slightly on Suraka. Captain Shelby nuzzled her head.
"I'm glad to hear it," Sutherland said.
"Wake me when it's time," Suraka mumbled, closing her eyes and snuggling back into bed.
"As you wish, Commander."
Perhaps they had finally gotten her. Infected her with their incredible illogic.
Well... It wasn't all bad.
Bit random for Sutherland but my muse is kind of nuts.