Co-Written by Jss2141
The U.S.S. Cerritos hummed with the quiet efficiency typical of a Starfleet vessel. Ensigns Beckett Mariner and Brad Boimler walked down the corridor, the soft, familiar beeps and hums of the ship's systems creating a soothing backdrop.
"Another day, another exploration, eh Boimler?" Mariner quipped, a playful grin on her face. Her tone was light, but there was always an edge of sarcasm in her words, as if she found the very idea of routine adventure amusing.
Boimler, ever the eager Starfleet officer, adjusted his uniform collar, trying to project a sense of readiness. "Yep! I wonder what exciting mission or duties we'll get to see today," he replied, his voice tinged with genuine curiosity.
As they approached the briefing room, the door slid open with a soft whoosh, revealing Captain Carol Freeman already waiting. She stood at the head of the table, a holographic display showing a lush, verdant planet with sprawling fields. The image rotated slowly, giving everyone a clear view of the planet's surface.
"Good morning, everyone," Captain Freeman began, her voice carrying the authority of years of command experience. "Today, we have an important mission that could benefit an entire star system. The planet Vurolia IV has been selected for a large-scale agricultural project, specifically a vineyard that will supply grapes and raisins to multiple colonies."
Everyone in the briefing room muttered and nodded from the look of this planet but looked a bit confused on the reason.
"Captain, pardon my phrasing, but what the hell is so important about the wine and raisins?" Commander Jack Ransom asked.
"According to our research, the grapes of this planet have special properties. They can enhance the health and recovery of those that ingest them. Even cure certain diseases if properly processed for the purpose." Carol said as she showed a hologram of a grape and its unique chemistry. "The process extends to both wine and raisins but to a more controlled extent than the grape itself."
Mariner chuckles "Aliens sure are something, to think something as casual as grapes could be so useful to them"
"You got that right. If the Star Fleet is able to bring this plane into the federation, these grapes could make the number of lost officers via deadly injuries drop to nothing!" T'Ana said, looking over the grapes in her personal data pad.
"Exactly. Which is why for this mission, I need someone that knows the ins and outs of Vineyard development and prosperity." Carol said before turning to Boimler, who had been silent "Lieutenant junior grade
Brad Boimler, you are that someone."
Everyone turned to Boimler with expecting smiles and assuring nods, knowing he'd do his best in this mission.
"…With all due respect, captain." Brad said as he slowly stood up. "HELL. NO."
Captain Freeman raised an eyebrow at Boimler's outburst, the room falling silent in anticipation of her response. Mariner stifled a laugh, while Commander Ransom looked mildly surprised.
"Excuse me, Lieutenant?" Captain Freeman's tone was firm, her expression stern.
Boimler swallowed hard, realizing the weight of his words. He took a deep breath and tried to explain, "I, uh... I mean, vineyards are just... not my thing. At all. I, um, had a bad experience once. It's... it's not something I want to revisit."
Mariner leaned over, grinning. "What, did you get chased by a bunch of grapes or something?"
Boimler shot her a glare but then quickly turned back to the Captain. "No, it's just... I don't really like vineyards. The smell, the work... it's just not for me."
"What? But your personal records say that your family owns a vineyard on Earth." Carol said, pulling up Boimler's personal records.
"Hehehehe, yeah. A RAISIN vineyard! Ahahahahahaha!" Mariner shouted with a laugh as she gained everyone's attention. "The whole reason Boimler joined StarFleet was to get away from that! He hates it!"
"You would hate it too if all you did, ALL DAY, was wait for grapes to shrivel up into little, bitty, bitter lumps of dried fruit!" Boimler shouted at her. "Not to mention surrounded by countless, incompetent women who keep barking at you for questions on the SIMPLEST of things to do!"
"Hehehehehe, more like practically throw themselves at Boimler and he shoots them down every time without knowing or caring." Mariner whispered to Shaxs."
"Oh! Like one of those dense thick headed characters? Man that's just hilarious to see in real life" He whispered back.
"Oh yeah, looking back it totally was!" Mariner whispered back.
"Well, regardless of your personal feelings, you are needed for this mission, Boimler. So you and I are going, end of discussion." Carol said, crossing her arms.
"But Captain!" Boimler said before she shouted at him.
"No buts! You will accept this mission or so help me, I will demote you back to "Ensign!" Am I clear?" Carol said, glaring at Boimler.
Sighing in defeat, Brad stood at attention and nodded.
"Yes, Captain Freeman. I understand." Brad said.
'Goddamn vineyards!' He thought.
"That's the spirit!" Commander Ransom said, clapping Boimler on the back a bit too enthusiastically. "Think of it as an adventure! Plus, free wine."
Dr. T'Ana smirked, tapping her datapad. "And don't worry, Boimler. If those grapes are as good as they say, you'll be back to hating them in no time."
The briefing continued with more details about Vurolia IV and the vineyard project. The planet was lush and fertile, with ideal conditions for growing grapes with the unique properties Starfleet was interested in. The team would oversee the initial planting and setup, ensuring the vineyard's success.
As the meeting wrapped up, Captain Freeman addressed the group, "Remember, this mission is about more than just grapes and wine. It's about providing a valuable resource to the Federation. Let's make sure we give it our best effort."
The crew dispersed, leaving Boimler standing by the holographic display, staring at the rotating image of Vurolia IV. Mariner walked up to him, nudging his arm.
"Hey, don't sweat it, Boims. You'll do great. And who knows, maybe you'll learn to love vineyards. Or at least tolerate them."
"You can say that as many times as you want, Mariner, but I will never love vineyards." Boimler said with a frown.
"Not even if you get free wine that's actually good for you?" Mariner retorted.
"Not even that." Boimler said, walking off to prepare for this mission.
*Later...*
Later, in the crew quarters, Boimler sat at his desk, staring at the mission briefing on his padd. The detailed plans for the vineyard sprawled across the screen, including soil analysis, climate conditions, and agricultural strategies. Boimler sighed heavily, feeling the weight of the task ahead. It wasn't just the physical labor he dreaded; it was the memories it stirred, the reminders of a past he'd rather forget.
He shook his head, trying to focus on the task at hand. "It's just a mission," he muttered to himself. "Just another mission. I can do this."
'And then hopefully I can never go back to this planet again.' Boimler thought as he looked over the briefing and made mental notes with the information he already had from his years of Vineyard work on Earth.
As Boimler packed his equipment, Mariner popped her head in the doorway, a mischievous grin on her face. "Hey, Boims! Are you ready for some grape-stomping action? I hear they've got some fancy machines to do most of the work, so maybe you won't even have to touch a grape."
Boimler couldn't help but smile a little at Mariner's attempt to lighten the mood. "Yeah, maybe. But it's not just the grapes"
Mariner raised an eyebrow, stepping into the room. "Like what, the smell of fermenting grapes, or the fear of becoming a grape farmer instead of a Starfleet officer?"
"No. It's raisins. It's ALWAYS raisins."Boimler said with a stern frown.
"Jesus, you really hate raisins don't you?" Mariner asked.
"More than anything, but hey maybe it won't be so bad, I bet that planet I never went to before will have some interesting things to see and keep me distracted so I don't think about it"
"But it's your literal job to make sure their grape vineyards are perfect for wine and raisins." Mariner said.
"Let me rephrase. I hope the planet has some interesting things to keep me from killing myself in this mission." Boimler said with a fake, kind of scary smile.
'Whoa! This raisin hate goes deeper than I thought.' Mariner thought with wide eyes.
Boimler and Carol Freeman were just about to embark on their mission, making sure everything was packed.
"Are you sure you want it to just be you and Lieutenant Junior Grade Boimler, ma'am?" Ransom asked as several people were there to see them off.
"Of course, that planet is peaceful and does not have violent or savage lifeforms, I only bring the necessary on missions after thorough examination from top to bottom" She said with a smile.
"What about your phasers? You should at least bring backups." Shaxs said, pulling out his own phaser as an example.
"We do have those, standard issues. Even some stun batons but those won't be needed." Carol said, shaking her head.
"I might need one to fight off idiot workers." Boimler muttered, still sour about this mission.
"Now get back to your tasks, no need making a fuss over a mission like this right? I'm sure things will go just fine" Carol confidently.
While everyone had confirmed that the mission would go well, the universe was a crazy and unpredictable place. They could explore it all they want and they still couldn't properly predict what could happen the next day.
"Good luck, mom. And make sure Boimler has a little fun, okay? He can learn to cut loose a bit." Mariner said.
"This is a serious mission but I'll keep that in mind." Carol said as she turned into the ship.
As they boarded the shuttle, Boimler glanced back at the crew, receiving encouraging nods and smiles. The hatch closed behind them, and the shuttle began its departure sequence, lifting off smoothly from the Starfleet outpost.
Captain Freeman approached them, a reassuring smile on her face. "Ready, Lieutenant?"
Boimler nodded, though his expression remained wary. "As ready as I'll ever be, Captain."
Captain Freeman clapped a hand on Boimler's shoulder. "You'll do fine, Boimler. This mission is straightforward. We're just ensuring everything's in order."
Boimler nodded again, trying to muster some enthusiasm. "Yes, ma'am."
Captain Freeman took the controls and put in the coordinates for the Vineyard planet, making the ship take off and fly into space before jumping to warp space.
"So Commander, is this planet really far?" Boimler asked.
"Just two star systems away. So with Warp Drive, we can be there within an hour or so." Carol said to him.
"That's pretty fast all things considered" 'Man one whole hour alone with the commander? Hopefully we have something to talk about so it's not too awkward, or maybe I'll just be quiet until she has something to say, so I don't make a fool of myself' He thought.
"So…What do you do in your spare time, captain? You know, when you're not "captaining?"" Boimler asked her.
'Captaining?! What the hell?!' He thought to himself.
"Well my job is never really done if you think about it, there is always some problem in eed to be dealt with, you can't rest for a moment that an alarm blares out asking for you to come and fix some shenanigan"
"Really? So you don't get a moment of peace?" Boimler asked.
"Well, sitting on the bridge and staring into the infinite cosmos, taking in all what could be and what could not, that is truly something amazing and relaxing." Carol said with a smile.
'Geez...she could have said something like reading a book or going to a beach on the holodeck, what a workaholic' "Silence is another form of relaxing surely"
"On our ship? Yeah, I don't think that's possible. Especially with my daughter." Carol said.
"Hehehehe, yeah. She means well in the end but Mariner just has a habit of looking for trouble." Boimler admitted.
"You can say that again, she has so much potential in that little head of hers, but sometimes it feels like she is suppressing herself"
"Well, you know her fear right?" Boimler asked.
"Of course I know her fear but I believe in her so much and see so much potential in my daughter. What sort of parent would I be if I didn't?" Carol asked, shaking her head. "Still, despite that, I'm glad she made friends she can trust in the Cerritos. Such as you, Junior Lieutenant."
"Yeah…me too." Boimler said with a small smile.
His first impression of her wasn't really the best, Mariner felt more like a selfish starfleet who didn't give a damn about responsibilities or rules and it honestly irked him, but the more he learned about her? The more he saw the layers of her complex personality as an individual.
After the topic of Mariner came up, the two of them were able to talk a bit more casually and Boimler was able to forget his hatred for this Vineyard mission.
"Yeah she is great but her hate to authority and lack of trust in the system really does a number on her, I got a bit surprised to that the system worked that one time when we saw you go to jail commander"
"I know. The system isn't perfect but you can make it work for you if you know how." Carol said before smiling a bit. "But it was very thoughtful how far my daughter went just to try to save me."
"Trust me commander, your daughter loves you, she just is...to tough to show it off"
"Don't I know it, but I still love her. Toughness, hardheaded nature and all." Carol said with a smile before checking the ship's scanners. "Look at that, we've arrived at the planet. I'll bring us out of Warp Space."
"Already? Huh...time sure flew by, alright Commander let's see what this planet has to offer" Boimler said, feeling more enthusiastic now.
'Now that's the can-do attitude I love to see from my crew.' Carol thought with a smile.
Carol made the ship come out of Warp Space and cruise gently towards the surface of the planet.
Boimler, now feeling more enthusiastic after their earlier conversation, looked out at the planet with renewed curiosity. "It does look inviting. Any specific landing coordinates, Commander?"
"We'll set down in the southern hemisphere" Carol replied, adjusting the ship's trajectory. "Prepare for landing procedures"
Boimler nodded, heading to his station to oversee the landing protocols. "Aye, Commander. Preparing for descent."
The landing went smoothly and the back of the ship opened, allowing Mariner and Boimler to exit as they came in contact with a resident representative of Vurolia IV.
He stood tall and slender, their skin a striking shade of deep purple, the eyes, large and almond-shaped, gleamed with a welcoming warmth, their irises shifting from amber to burgundy in the sunlight.
Their hair, a fine and wiry cascade, flowed down their back, its color changing subtly with each movement, reflecting the green and purple hues. The attire was a flowing tunic in shades of green and brown. The fabric seemed to breathe with the wind. Delicate embroidery, inspired by the intricate patterns of native flora, adorned the edges of the tunic, adding a touch of elegance.
"Welcome"
"Greetings, I am Captain Carol Freeman of the Cerritos. This is one of my Lieutenant Juniors and our resident Vineyard expert, Brad Boimler." Carol said with a Federation salute before gesturing to Boimler.
"It is with great pleasure that we come to this planet to give our very best at the task in hand" 'Even if it's about dumb ass vineyards' He said and thought two different things.
"Thank you, Lieutenant Junior Boimler. You and the Federation are doing our system a great service." The man said as he gestured for them to follow him to the first Vineyard sight.
"So...is vineyard this planet's main source of culture?" He asks.
"Oh no, we just recently learned about your Earth Vineyards. Our main source of culture is the grape, or as our people call it, "The Life Seed."" The man said.
Boimler tried not to cringe from that "Ooh...how interesting, tell me more"
'Keep it together, Boimler! Keep it together!' He thought as he tried not to be bored out of his mind.
*One Hour Later...*
Boimler and Carol were incredibly shocked by how fast the residents of Vurolia IV were able to complete a vineyard of grapes in such a short amount of time.
"I guess…consuming their "seeds of life" everyday increased their comprehension and construction abilities." Carol comments to Boimler.
"Unbelievable" Boimler said as he was looking up the vital readings of the effects that such a substance had on their bodies "This is just so..."
"Beautiful, is it not?" The representative asked, walking up to them. "Our planet's first vineyard, one that will allow us to reuse our life seeds and share them throughout the stars."
"Do these vineyards affect other races the same way?" Carol asked.
"By our analysis, yes. Though a bit slower from the process of becoming wine and raisins, the effect of our treasure is the same." He said with a smile. "Within a few days, we will be happy to supply your Cerritos with a crate of our "Wine of Life."" He said.
'Wine of Life? That's a new one.' Boimler thought.
"Sounds delightful, can't wait for that till then" Carol said, honestly interested in taking some for herself.
"Wait, does that mean we have to stay and help more?" Boimler asked.
"You do not but if you wish to stay and help, we would be happy to have you." The representative said with a smile.
"Of course! We're happy to stay and help more!" Carol said before Boimler could decline.
The Vurolian representative beamed with gratitude. "Wonderful! Your assistance will greatly speed up the process. We have another plot ready for planting just beyond this one. Follow me, and I'll show you what needs to be done."
They followed the representative across the newly planted vineyard, marveling at the efficiency and dedication of the Vurolian workers. The air was filled with the sweet scent of growing grapes, and the vibrant green of the vines against the backdrop of Vurolia IV's unique landscape was a sight to behold.
As they reached the next plot, the representative explained the planting process and handed them tools. "Here are the seeds of life," he said, presenting a basket filled with Vurolian grape seeds. "Carefully plant them in rows, ensuring they're evenly spaced. Our machines will water and fertilize them automatically."
"Sure not like I haven't done this a dozen times on Earth." Boimler said as he took the basket of seeds.
'I help them plant one vineyard and they suddenly think they're experts.' He thought, not rolling his eyes as he went to plant them.
Hopefully it would not take too long since he was used to it and things would quicken up more.
Within just a few days, Carol and Boimler were once again shocked by how fast the Vurolians worked! The planet now had several wine and raisin vineyards up and running with production of said "Wine of Life" and "Raisins of Prosperity" in full swing.
"Well, it looks like our job here is done." Carol said, shaking hands with the Vurolian representative. "It was truly an honor welcoming you into the federation and working with you on your vineyards."
"The honor is all ours for the help of you and your vineyard expert, Bradward Boimler. Tales of his help shall be known for generations." He said.
"Oooh Goody" 'Everyone will remember be for vineyards, how nice...ugh' "I could not be prouder of myself"
"I say you should. The federation will be happy to hear of your contribution as well, Boimler." Carol said, patting his back. "They might even decide to promote you to a full Lieutenant."
That made Boilmer happy as two other Vurolians pushed two hover-crates of wine and raisin onto their ship.
Carol looks at Boimler "So, was this as awful and dreadful as you imagined?"
"Do you want my honest opinion, captain?" Boimler asked as they walked into their ship.
Carol glanced at him, a knowing smile on her face. "I'm sure it's nothing a little time back on the Cerritos won't fix."
Boimler chuckled as they took their seats, both eager to leave Vurolia IV behind. The shuttle's engines hummed to life, and the planet quickly receded from view as they ascended into space.
"Setting course for the Cerritos," Boimler said, inputting the coordinates. "Engaging warp in three... two... one..."
The familiar stretch of stars signaled their jump into warp space, and Boimler relaxed slightly in his seat. Finally, they were on their way back.
But just as he was starting to feel at ease, the ship jolted violently. Alarms blared, and the shuttle lurched, throwing both of them forward.
"What the—?" Boimler's hands flew to the controls. "We're being pulled out of the warp!"
Carol's eyes widened as she checked the readings. "Some kind of gravitational anomaly! It's dragging us off course!"
Boimler wrestled with the controls, but the shuttle was no longer under his command. The stars outside twisted and warped as they were forcibly yanked from their path. The sudden deceleration was brutal, and the ship careened wildly as it plunged toward a rapidly approaching planet.
"Brace for impact!" Carol shouted, gripping the edge of her seat.
The shuttle slammed into the planet's atmosphere, the hull glowing with the heat of reentry. Boimler gritted his teeth, desperately trying to regain control, but the ground was coming up too fast. The shuttle crashed hard, skidding and bouncing across the rugged terrain before finally coming to a shuddering stop.
Silence fell, broken only by the hiss of escaping gasses and the crackle of damaged systems.
"Ugh." Boimler let out, leaned against the console after the crash. "Captain, are you okay?"
Carol nodded, though she looked shaken. "I'm in one piece...but barely."
Boimler looked out the viewport, his heart sinking at the sight of the alien landscape that he had never seen before "Where are we?" Boimler muttered, fear creeping into his voice.
Carol's expression was grim as she unstrapped herself. "Wherever we are, it wasn't by accident. Someone or something—pulled us out of the warp."
Boimler swallowed hard. "So... what do we do now?"
Carol stood up, her resolve firm. "First, we secure the ship and assess the damage. Then we figure out where we are—and who or what brought us here."
Boimler nodded as he got up, checking himself for any further injuries, before pulling out his phaser but saw it was too damaged to work.
'Thank god Shanx packed us spares.' Boimler thought before walking off to get them.
Carol was checking the information in their vehicle computer to at least see if the environment on that planet was breathable.
"Okay, the planet's air seems to be breathable. No deadly elements or toxins." She muttered.
"Should we try to get out and see how the damaged ship looks? Maybe some resources in case we end up being here for a while" Boimler suggested.
"My thoughts exactly. Let's check on the cargo first to make sure it isn't damaged." Carol said as she got up and rubbed her shoulder a bit.
'Maybe some of the wine can help fix up my shoulder too.' Carol thought.
"Sure thing" Boimler said before he walked to the storage part of their transportation to see how the cargo was doing.
The two crates, one of Life Seed Wine and one of Life Raisins, both seemed to be intact, but the hover portions were damaged. So if they wanted to move them, they would have to do it the old fashioned way.
'I wonder what this Life Seed wine tastes like, must not be that special' Boimler thought.
Opening the crate, Boimler looks inside to see the bottles looked intact as well. All but one at least, which has a slight crack on the side and slowly leaking.
"I guess that's a good enough bottle to take." He said as he pulled it out as Carol walked up to him. "Captain, it looks like this bottle is damaged."
"That's a shame, which one is it?" She asked while looking at it.
"Mmm, seems like it's just this one. It's got a hairline fracture that seems like it could crack at any moment." Boimler said.
"Well that seems like a major waist" Carol looked at the bottle "Do we have anything to put it on?"
"I could find something but maybe we could use this to help accelerate our recovery. It's just one bottle and we might have internal injuries we aren't aware of." Boimler said.
"Hmmmm, as much as I don't like drinking on the job, you make a good point." Carol said, taking the bottle and opening it.
'And it's a good excuse to fix my shoulder.' Carol thought before drinking it.
"Really? Well then I would be lying if I said I was not interested in knowing what's so good about this life seed. So what better moment right?"
"Hmmm." Carol hummed as she put up a finger and pulled the bottle away from her lips.
She began swishing the wine around in her mouth before sealing it with a sigh of relief.
"Well, how does it taste?" Boimler asked.
"Hmmm." Carol hummed as she took the bottle and took a casual swig of it before removing it from her lips.
"Well, how does it taste?" Boimler asked.
She began swishing the wine around in her mouth before sealing it with a sigh of relief "Dang...pardon my words but this is some real good shit!" Carol smiled widely.
"Really? It's that good?" Boimler asked.
"Best wine I've ever had! And that's saying something since I've had wind all over the galaxy." Carol said before feeling the healing take effect. "And my shoulder is better already! Let's head out and set up the emergency beacon before we explore."
"Oh for sure, let me just take a swig and I will be right there captain" Boimler said before taking a drink of it.
Carol walked off to get the emergency beacon and get out to the ship while Boimler pulled the bottle away from his lips.
"Mmmm! Now I really wish the vineyard I grew up on did wine and not raisins." He said with a smile.
This wine tasted so good though, he could feel himself being rejuvenated rather than drunk and sluggish, almost making him forget the fact they were in a crash landed situation.
'The federation is going to love this wine. Maybe the raisins too.' Boimler thought as Carol opened the ship.
"Alright, no time to waste, Boimler. Let's go." Carol said with the emergency beacon and emergency supplies kit in hand.
"Right away!" Boimler said before putting the bottle back in and went outside, breathing in the alien atmosphere that was breathable "What are we dealing with here?"
"Hmm, looks like a mostly forest/jungle planet with no signs of civilization." Carol said, looking up at the tree. "We'll need a high vantage point to confirm."
"Should be careful of potential wild animals and poisonous plants though" Boimler alerted.
Carol seemed not to listen to him as she put down the emergency kit and beacon, rolling her arms a bit before she began climbing the tree.
'Like mother like daughter I guess' Boimler thought to himself while shaking his head with a smirk.
"Mariner had to get her skills from somewhere other than StarFleet academy." Boimler said before he got a jumpstart on setting up the emergency beacon.
Meanwhile with Carol, she felt somehow younger and stronger than before as she kept climbing the tree.
'That Life Seed grape wine really does wonders!' Carol thought with a smile.
Once on the top, Carol takes a look at her surroundings to see if there were any signs of civilization or at least get a better angle at the geography of the planet.
Nothing but miles and miles of jungle, making Carol sigh as this revealed the planet to be uninhabited by humanoids.
"It appears we are going to have to do this old school and explore the area for now" She said before climbing down the tree with ease.
When she reached the bottom, Carol saw that Boimler was halfway done setting up the emergency beacon.
"Captain, you're back already?" He said in surprise.
"Yep. And from the looks of it, we're on our own on this planet, not a sign of civilization." Carol said as she looked around. "And so far, no animal life either."
"Well we should be careful because surprises tend to show up when we drop our guard, who knows how the planet behaves at night, until then let's make sure to have potable water and edible food besides our provisions" Boimler said.
"Good thinking." Carol said before checking the emergency supply bag.
Boimler meanwhile looked around his surroundings, taking a peek at the weird coloration the bushes and trees seem to have compared to most planets who had at least a small semblance to what he seems on earth.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary but it almost seemed too NORMAL.
'Something is off about this planet. The sooner we get back to the Cerritos, the better.' Boimler thought as he continued setting up the beacon.
*One Day Later...*
Just as they predicted, they would be stranded on the planet for more than they thought. So, with Carol's leadership, the two of them set up a base camp near the crashed shuttle.
"Did you hear that?" Boimler whispered, his eyes darting toward the tree line.
Carol paused, listening intently. The jungle had been eerily quiet since their arrival, but now, faint rustling noises could be heard from the shadows.
"Could be just the wind," she said, though her hand instinctively reached for the makeshift spear she'd crafted earlier.
They still had their phasers but Carol insisted they made weapons just in case there was something on this planet that couldn't be killed by a laser blast.
'Thank you, Shaxs.' Carol thought.
"Maybe i'm just a bit on edge since everything seems so calm all the time with no chaos" Boimler said as that was normal at the job.
"That's understandable, Junior Lieutenant. Our ship has run into a lot of strange things on our voyage." Carol said.
His stomach starts rumbling "Ups, ol tummy here is in need of sustenance I'm gonna grab something"
Boimler got up and walked to the rations, making sure not to eat the raisins from the Vurolians…he still hated raisins with a passion.
'Stupid raisins, I only eat you on my near death if I have to'
As he dug through the ration back, Boimler was unaware of Carol gazing at his ass the whole time.
'Mmmm, not a badass Boimler.' She thought with a grin.
"Say commander, have you always expected yourself to be in this position?"
Carol shook her head for a moment trying to pay attention to what he asked.
"What position?"
"That of commander of course, was it always your dream?"
"My dream? Well, not exactly but it's part of it." Carol said as she looked at the sky. "My first dream was like any other recruit of the Star Fleet, to see thy universe and help make a difference."
"Really now?" He started to pay attention "What changed?"
"I got my dream and I saw what was out there. I saw the food AND the bad of the universe, it changed a woman." Carol said.
"Yeah I suppose we all changed with given time, truth be told commander I didn't like your daughter that much when I first met her"
"Because of her reputation and attitude, I presume?" Carol asked.
"Guilty, yeah. I mean, who have you heard of that has been transferred to so many ships like she has? I thought she was nothing but a bad egg but she turned out to be wiser than I thought. And taught me that there's more to the universe and the people in it than what I've read in books." Boimler said with a smile.
"Sounds like you think highly of my daughter." Carol said with a smile.
"Yeah but I don't want her to hear that, she already has a big head as it is" Boimler jokes.
"Hahahahahahaha." Carol laughed at the joke.
'Who knew Boimler was so charming?' She thought as warmth came into her chest.
Three Days Later...*
"It has been four days ever since we have come to this planet" Boimler started recording his logs "it seems peaceful and bountiful as the commander and I have found plenty of food and water to drink, but this sensation that somethings wrong never leaves my mind"
The calmness of the planet STILL off put him, making Boimler almost paranoid with what could be in the jungle! If he didn't have Carol around to talk to, he thinks he might've gone insane by now.
"Though I have noticed commander Carol acting slightly off these past few days, but I can't put my finger on why" Boimler thought, remembering some moments.
Moments where she seemed stronger, faster, and more…primal than she ever was on the Cerritos.
"Hey there Boimler, do you need something?" Her voice was heard as she poked her head into his quarters.
"Oh! Captain, you scared me." Boimler said, putting his electronic log down.
"You should have seen me coming then, your guard is..." She touched his shoulders "Quite low"
The way she touched him and spoke just now, it made Boimler shiver as if he was in a frozen tundra. He didn't know why or how, it just did.
"I-I guess I was lost in my thoughts, ma'am. I-I'll try to be more aware from now on." He said as he moved away.
Boimler tried to shake off the unease that had settled over him ever since Carol's behavior started to change. He had seen her exhibit strength and agility that were beyond her usual capabilities, and it was making him nervous. He couldn't shake the feeling that something on this planet was affecting her or perhaps both of them?
"You better. Being stranded on a planet can drive a person mad if they have to do it alone. Shaxs said so himself once." Carol said before slapping his back a bit, making Boimler grunt. "Now come on, let's go find some more food."
"Right behind you commander" 'She also has been eating a lot'
Boimler got up and grabbed his marked gift spear and his phaser, it still had enough juice in it for a few kill shots.
As they ventured deeper into the jungle, Boimler couldn't help but notice how Carol seemed to lead the way with an effortless grace, moving through the thick underbrush with a speed and confidence that left him struggling to keep up. Her steps were deliberate, each movement precise, as if she was more in tune with the environment than she had ever been on the Cerritos.
'This isn't normal,' Boimler thought, watching her from behind. The way she maneuvered through the jungle, it was almost as if she was one with the planet. Every now and then, she would stop, her head tilting slightly as if she was listening to something he couldn't hear.
'Did the wine enhance her sense? If so, why haven't I been feeling that same effect? Could it be something else that's changing captain?' Boimler thought, mindlessly following her before she made them stop.
He nearly bumped into her but wondered why the sudden stop like that.
"What's wrong captain?"
"I found something. But we need to tread cautiously." Carol said, holding her spear firmly.
Boimler gasped "Is it a beast?"
Carol shushed him before gesturing Boimler to follow him, making Boimler shut his mouth and nod to her.
'Ok time to shut up I guess, but what is she looking for?' He thought to himself, following her.
Carol moved low into a crotch, making Boimler look confused as he could see what they were apparently stalking by now.
'Holy shit!' He thought before Carol pulled him down.
His heart skipped a beat when he finally saw what they were stalking. The scene before them was surreal: a hidden glade bathed in an eerie, bioluminescent glow. In the center of the glade was a creature unlike anything Boimler had ever seen. Its body was a shifting mass of gelatinous, semi-transparent material that pulsed rhythmically, casting shifting patterns of light across the surroundings.
Boimler's breath caught in his throat. "What in the universe is that?"
"No clue but it looks like we were wrong. This planet is inhabited and we don't know if it's hostile or not yet." Carol whispered.
The creature's surface shimmered with an array of colors, and Boimler noticed small, translucent spores drifting from it, catching the light like tiny stars. The glade seemed to hold its breath, the usual sounds of the jungle subdued by the presence of this singular, enigmatic entity.
"Captain, hold your breath. It's producing some sort of spore like a plant." Boimler whispered, covering his mouth and nose with his shirt.
Carol seemed entranced by it "It seems to be...reproducing"
"Reproducing? It's asexual?" Boimler asked before looking at Carol. "Wait, how do you know that?"
"When you've been in Star Fleet for as long as I have, you see a lot of things." Carol said, unknowingly inhaling some of the creature's spores. "Well, we have two options, Junior Lieutenant. We attack it for food tonight or leave it be. Thoughts?"
"I'm not sure, we don't even know if its edible, it could be poisonous"
'Plus, it's probably an uncategorized species. We should catalog it in case we ever come back to this planet or try to colonize it.' Boimler thought.
The beast starts to look weak, its body trembling as it falls on the ground.
"What? What happening to it?" Boimler said in surprise.
"I think it's dying." Carol said in surprise.
"Maybe it dies after reproducing enough spores to give birth to its next lineage" Boimler theorized.
"So it's an asexual being. Those are rare." Carol said as she stood up. "Let's leave it be."
Boimler didn't notice but Carol's hands were trembling as if she was feeling something that she was trying to supress.
"Are you sure? Shouldn't we try to help it?" Boimler asked.
"This is how nature is, Brad. We can't interfere all the time, we have to let it run its course." Carol said.
With a heavy heart he did as he was told and walked away from that area, as they were witnesses of something truly beautiful and rare.
The end and also birth of possibly a unique species.
*Hours Later, Night at Camp...*
The campfire crackled softly, casting dancing shadows against the surrounding jungle. The night was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that wasn't comforting but unnerving, like the jungle was holding its breath. Boimler sat across from Carol, stirring a pot of some foraged stew. His mind was still buzzing with what they had seen earlier that day, the bioluminescent creature, its strange spores.
He glanced up at the commander. She was staring into the fire, her eyes distant and unreadable. She had been acting off ever since they left the glade, her hands trembling now and then, her expression caught between fascination and something else he couldn't quite place. Almost...hunger?
"So, Captain," Boimler broke the silence, trying to ease his nerves, "What do you think those spores were doing? I mean, other than, you know...reproduction."
Carol's gaze snapped back to him, and for a moment, there was something feral in her eyes before it softened. "They could have a range of functions" She said slowly, as if her mind was far away. "Could be for spreading its kind, or maybe it's a defense mechanism"
Boimler nodded, though he couldn't shake the feeling that she was holding something back. "You... uh, feeling alright, Captain? You seem a little... distant."
Carol's lips curled into a small, almost predatory smile. "I'm fine...Just...thinking. Today was a lot to take in" She leaned back, stretching her arms, and Boimler couldn't help but notice how her muscles seemed more defined, almost like they were bulging beneath her skin.
'Has she been secretly working out while we're here or drinking more of the Life Seed Wine in secret?' Boimler thought as he found himself staring at her impressive and feminine muscles.
Boimler's brow furrowed. "I don't know, ma'am. You seem to be eating more than usual."
Carol's eyes flashed, but she quickly masked it with a casual shrug. "Building up strength, Boimler. Who knows what else this planet has in store for us?" She stood up suddenly, her movements fluid and almost too graceful. "I'm going to scout around the perimeter. Stay here and keep the fire going."
"Are you sure, Captain? I could go with yo-"
"No," she cut him off, her tone firm. "Stay here"
Boimler watched as she disappeared into the shadows of the jungle, his worry only deepening. There was something about this planet, or maybe those spores, that was affecting her. And he had a feeling things were going to get a lot stranger before they got any clearer.
'Maybe I should grab a medical tricorder from the ship? A quick scan of her body could help me see if something is wrong with her.' Boimler thought, slowly getting up and walking to the crashed ship.
Feeling like he should be the responsible one, Boimler decided that he should go get him a tricorder to see if the commander was sick or going through some anomaly. One thing he knew about high ranking officers is that they were too stubborn or prideful to appear weak in front of others.
Especially the more experienced officers, they'll think their countless adventures or years in Star Fleets lets them think they know everything.
'Thank god Captain Freeman is the more sane and humble captain.' Boimler thought as he grabbed a tricorder and went off to follow Carol.
Boimler clutched the tricorder in his hand, the cool metal offering a small sense of reassurance. He could still hear the crackling of the campfire behind him, but it was quickly swallowed up by the dense, dark jungle as he ventured deeper in. Every rustle of leaves and snap of a twig made him jump; the jungle seemed to be alive with unseen eyes, watching him.
"Calm down Boimler" he muttered to himself, taking a deep breath. "Just find the Captain, scan her, and if there's something wrong, we'll deal with it. You've got this."
The tricorder beeped softly in his hand, guiding him in the direction Carol had gone. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being led somewhere, though, like he was walking into a trap. But this was Carol Freeman, a Starfleet commander; she could handle herself... right?
As he moved deeper, the foliage thickened, and the air grew heavy with a sweet, almost cloying scent the same scent he had noticed earlier in the glade. It was faint, but it was there, lingering in the air like a memory. His heart started to race. Was this the same area? Or was the jungle playing tricks on him?
'It must just be in my head. I might be getting paranoid from being here so long.' He thought, shaking away the jitters. 'You gotta focus. Captain Freeman needs you!'
As he moved deeper, the foliage thickened, and the air grew heavy with a sweet, almost cloying scent the same scent he had noticed earlier in the glade. It was faint, but it was there, lingering in the air like a memory. His heart started to race. Was this the same area? Or was the jungle playing tricks on him?
"Captain Freeman?" he called out softly, trying not to sound as nervous as he felt. "Captain, are you there?"
Suddenly, a branch snapped nearby. Boimler froze, his breath catching in his throat. He raised the tricorder, its screen flickering to life, displaying a faint biosignature just ahead. He moved closer, careful to step lightly over the thick roots and undergrowth.
He spotted her just ahead, partially obscured by the shadows of the trees. Carol was standing in a small clearing, her back to him. She seemed to be breathing heavily, her shoulders rising and falling with an intensity that made Boimler uneasy.
"Captain...?" he ventured again, taking a cautious step forward. "I brought a tricorder. I just want to make sure you're okay."
Carol slowly turned around, and Boimler's eyes widened. There was something different about her her eyes were dilated, her pupils almost taking over the irises, and there was a sheen of sweat on her brow. Her lips were parted slightly, and her breathing was indeed heavy, almost labored. But it wasn't exhaustion—there was something else.
"Boimler," she said, her voice low and almost... husky. "I told you to stay at camp."
"I know, but... you weren't looking well, and I thought maybe... maybe those spores did something to you." He raised the tricorder, his hands trembling slightly as he aimed it at her. "Please, Captain, just let me scan you."
Carol took a step closer, and Boimler instinctively backed away. "You really think I'm sick?" she asked, a strange smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Or maybe... maybe I've just awakened to something this planet has to offer."
"O-Offer? What do you mean by that?" Boimler asked with a gulp.
"My body, Boimler." Carol said, pulling up her left arm and flexing. "Haven't you noticed that it's been getting STRONGER lately?"
The tricorder beeped urgently, and Boimler glanced down at it. His eyes widened. "Captain, your hormone levels are spiking. There's something... something affecting your brain chemistry. We need to get you back to the ship an-"
Before he could finish, Carol lunged at him, faster than he expected. She grabbed his wrist, the tricorder clattering to the ground, and pulled him close. Her breath was hot against his face, and he could see the wild look in her eyes.
"Maybe it's not just me that needs to 'awaken,' Boimler," She whispered, her grip tightening. "Maybe it's time you learn a little more about what I have to offer"
"W-What do- MMM?!" Boimler was silenced as Carol smashed her mouth into his, plunging her tongue into his and thrashing it around widely.
No one saw that coming and neither did he so there was no way to defend himself, he just trashed around while she aggressively made out with him, her chest straining against her clothes, about to burst to its size and strength.
'Hmmm, his lips taste so good!' Carol thought, unaware of her changes as her rational mind began to fade faster than before. 'More. I want more!'
Boimler's eyes widened in shock, his brain screaming at him to pull away, but his body seemed to be paralyzed with confusion and panic. Carol's grip was iron-tight, her fingers digging into his arm with an almost primal intensity. Her body felt hot, feverish even, and there was a power in her that Boimler had never felt before.
He tried to move his arms, to push her away, but Carol only pressed herself closer, her lips locked onto his like a predator.
Carol's tongue was relentless, exploring his mouth with a hunger he had never experienced before. Every fiber of his being told him to run, to escape this strange, primal energy she was radiating, but a small part of his mind whispered that maybe he should stay… maybe he should-
'No! Focus!' He managed to bring one hand up, placing it against her chest, trying to push her back. "C-Captain, please... this isn't you!"
She paused for a moment, her eyes flashing with something between confusion and desire, but the feral grin never left her face. "Maybe you're right," she murmured, her voice a mix of her usual command tone and something far more animalistic. "Maybe it isn't… but it feels so good."
Before either of them knew it, Carol's uniform began to rip and she began to change. Growing taller, stronger, and looking more feral in her eyes.
'What the hell?!' Boimler thought as he was lifted off the ground by the now BIG woman that was his commanding officer!
Boimler could feel her breath against his skin, and he knew he was running out of time. Desperation flooding his veins, he did the only thing he could think of: he grabbed the emergency phaser at his side and set it to a low stun, aiming it directly at her side.
"Sorry, Captain," He whispered before firing.
A soft, blue beam hit Carol, her body jolting for a moment. Her grip loosened just enough for Boimler to slip free, stumbling back as he caught his breath. Carol staggered, her expression dazed but still smiling.
"Boimler" She said softly, swaying on her feet, "You really think you can stun me and get away?"
Boimler's eyes widened as he realized the stun had barely affected her. His heart pounded in his chest, knowing he had only a few moments to decide what to do next.
'The emergency beacon is still going off, so it's only a matter of time before the federation finds us! How long, I don't know, but I'll just have to run and hold her for as long as I can!' Boimler thought before he took off running, heading back to the campsite to gather supplies before Carol catches him.
He took one last look at Carol, her body caught between her human self and something far more primal, before turning and running as fast as he could back toward the camp.
The jungle seemed darker than before, the shadows deeper and the sounds more menacing. Every step felt like an eternity as Boimler's heart pounded in his chest. He had to get to the ship. He had to find a way to save Carol and himself from whatever this planet was doing to them.
As he ran, he could hear a low, rumbling growl behind him, growing louder and more intense. He didn't dare look back. The only thing on his mind was reaching the safety of the camp and figuring out a way to get them both off this cursed planet.
'God, why is this happening to me?!' Boimler thought in sorrow and anger, thinking back to what started this madness in the first place. 'I should've taken the demotion back to Ensign! I never should've taken this damn vineyard mission!'
"COME BACK HERE BOIMLER!" She shouted to the winds "You and I are not done yet!"
"Stay away from me, captain! You're not yourself!" Boimler shouted back but didn't look back.
"Once I get my hands on you I will show you just how much of myself really wants this hahahaha!"
Boimler ran faster than before as he checked his phaser, seeing if it had enough charge for another blast.
"Oooohh shit! shit! Why does this always happen to me?"
Seeing him running surprisingly fast, Carol smiled widely as she changed her tactics and jumped into the trees.
He could hear her in the distance, somewhere above him, her movements unnaturally fast as she leaped from branch to branch. He glanced down at his phaser. The charge was almost drained, but there might be enough for one more shot. It had to count.
Suddenly, the jungle canopy above him rustled, and Carol lunged down from the treetops, landing just ahead of him. Her body, now enhanced, towered over him, muscles bulging, her Starfleet uniform in tatters barely clinging to her feral form.
"You can't run from me, Boimler," she purred, stepping closer with a predatory grace. "You know you want this." Her breath came in slow, deep exhales, the primal hunger consuming her
"AAAAAAH!" He screamed as he dug his feet but slipped, falling onto his back.
"And I can see it from here, allow me to make you face that fact" Her hand reached towards his uniform, lower part.
"Don't touch me!" Brad said, aiming his phaser!
PEW!
The laser fired right at Carol…..who quickly dodged it by simply leaning to the side! A near point blank shot, DODGED by a behemoth of a woman!
"Nice try, Boimler, but that trick won't work twice." She said before she slapped the empty phaser away. "Now, let's get back to business."
She casually rips out the fabric of his pants, underwear and all as if she had surgical precision for that situation, allowing his member to be out in the open.
And boy, did what she saw surprised her in the best way possible.
"Sweet mother of Spock." Carol said with wide eyes.
She did not expect to see something so...unreal, especially from Boimler, even in her newfound state it was obvious that he was REALLY well endowed.
"Ugh, if you're going to laugh, then just-"
"Why the hell would I laugh at this beautiful beast?" Carol asked with a wild grin.
"Beautiful what?" Brad asked, looking down at his limp tool.
Carol then proceeded to grab his manhood with her left hand, making sure to feel it to see if it was real.
"This large twelve inch cock of course, even when not hard it looks so big, i can't wait to see it rigid" She said, drool coming to her mouth.
"U-Uh! C-Captain! I-I don't see the f-fascination." Brad said with a blush and a stutter.
"Fuck! Are you freaking dense? You have a huge cock dumbass! And i am going to drain it"
Without any further warning, Carol lunged at his impressive rod and took every inch into her hungry maw!
"HOLY STARSHIPS!" Boimler screamed as his face turned bright red.
This was a very strange and scary situation not to mention embarrassing but just like every other man,even a dense one like boimler can prevent their biological functions as his member starts to get hard.
And longer as Carol instantly feels it at the back of her throat!
'I knew it! It gets even bigger!' Carol thought with a feral grin before she began to suck on his rod.
"Ooooh Shit!" Boimler sid, gritting his teeth as eyes go wide at the sensation.
Her mouth was like a vacuum, sucking him with such speed and ferocious lust like she was drinking a bottle of water on a desert planet!
'Soooooo good, such strong taste! Fuck! He is bigger than any man I had,' She said to herself, which included her husband.
Boimler was unable to do anything as the horny and amazonian like captain of the cerritos was going downtown on his cock, tongue swirling and sucking like his dick was a delicacy.
"Oh! Oh! Ca-Ca-Ca-Captain!" Boimler stuttered as he tried not to Moan.
The big and horny woman who was once a well minded woman slowly stopped sucking his dick letting it out with a pop! Taking a good look at it and how hard and erect it was.
"Fuck, if woman in the cerritos saw this meat you have your popularity would for sure skyrocket" She said, ripping out the only remaining piece of clothing still on her body, getting fully naked "HMMM~Much better, so much more natural"
"I…I cannot disagree b-but-" Boimler was cut off as Carol grabbed his clothing.
"Then how about you join me, Junior Lieutenant?" She said before she ripped off his uniform.
"Whoa! Not my clothes!" He whined.
"Now that we are both naked and alone on this planet, let's put this show on the road and HAVE SEX!" Carol shouted.
"SEX?!" Boimler shouted with a blush as Carol put her hands beside his head.
"And I'm NOT asking, Boimler. This is an order from your commanding officer." Carol said, hovering over him and aiming his cock.
"W-Wait you my captain and my friends mom, I can't do this! Please stop it!" He was starting to get really scared, it's like a giant was about to go downtown on him.
"You think I care? Plus, it's just us out here, Boimler! Nobody will know unless you tell them, and you won't do that, would you?" Carol asked, surprisingly gently caressing his cheek before slamming down on his rod!
Boimler let out a surprised gasp that was a mixture of pain and a tinge of arousal that his body could not control. Carol was so big and thick right about now, he could feel the entire weight of her body, now slamming down against his rod with no mercy or gentleness whatsoever.
His body couldn't fully register the pain as his adrenaline kicked in, increasing the pleasure he felt from her tight pussy!
"OoOOH Yeah! Fuck I can feel it invading my pussy, this is a real pussy rammer" Carol said, tongue sticking out, looking really pleasured.
"Uh! Uhhhhhh!" Boimler groaned, unable to form a proper sentence because her pussy was too much for his mind!
'So! Tight! Warm! AMAZING!' He thought as his hands moved on their own, grabbing her muscular thighs.
Carol slowly stood up and started gyrating her hips on his member while feeling his length, her breathing heavy as he could hear it
"Yes! Yes! Sweet cosmos, yes!" Carol moaned.
"S-Slow down! Y-You break me" Boimler said, holding on to her large and firm ass.
"Break you?! Oh nononononono! NO, Boimler! With a rod like this, you're too precious to be broken! I'll do my best to not break you all night long!" Carol moaned out, grinding and gyrating her hips.
'All night?!' Boimler thought in fear and arousal.
"If my daughter ever found out her friend is this hung I bet she would ride you too. She is a bit of a pervert, you know?"
"I-I won't deny that, m-ma'am! B-but she's only ever shown interest in other women!" Boimler said as he unknowingly thrusted upward.
"Nah she's into guys too but they need to meet her quota...well then more of you for me then" She smiled at him, ready to change positions.
'Let's see how he reacts to being on top of a woman.' Carol thought as she "gently" clenched around his cock as she stopped grinding/gyrating.
"B-By the stars above Captain I-I can't handle this, it's too much," Boimler said.
"Maybe you should spend more time working out rather than making those audio logs"
To "help" with this, Carol swiftly moved back while dragging Boimler by his dick and laid back on the ground. Her legs wrapped around Boimler's slim waist as he was now on top of the large woman.
"Now start moving, give me a good time and maybe I promote you for such an amazing job little man"
A promotion through sexual favor? Such a 21st century notion but with how tight and how scarily sexy his captain is right now, how can Brad say no to her?
"Damn it!"
If he had to do this to survive then so be it, she wanted this? Then he would try his very hardest, Boimler went ahead and did what she told him.
"Brace yourself, ma'am! I'm going to give it everything I've got!" Brad said, slamming his hands against her muscular hips!
"OH! HSSSS! I liked that! Show me more!" Carol said with a hiss and a grin.
Gritting his teeth and having bravery for this one of a kind situation, he started moving his hips back and forth as if his life depended on it trying to make her feel good or else insure her wrath.
PLAP!
PLAP!
PLAP!
PLAP!
PLAP!
PLAP!
PLAP!
PLAP!
PLAP!
PLAP!
The sound of meat bashing against meat filled the air of that cold and dark night, ony just the two of them were there to witness each other having this one wild moment of sexual pleasure.
Meanwhile back on the Cerritos, the sound of panic filled the ship. Mainly the bridge.
"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY MOTHER?!"
Needless to say that the disappearance of the Cerritos captain did not go unnoticed as it has been quite some time ever since that happened, and everyone was trying their best to find her and Boimler too of course. But one person in particular was not so happy to wait even one minute more for that.
"Mariner, calm the hell down! We're looking for their escape pod as best as we can!" Ransom shouted at her, sitting in the captain's chair to take temporary command of the ship.
"Calm down? Oh yeah Calm down, all that happened is my mom got transported to heck knows where! And we can't find her even though we have all this stupid tech!"
"Just because we haven't picked up on their distress beacon hey, doesn't mean we can't find her." Ransom said to her.
Mariner paced the bridge, her frustration barely contained. The crew worked frantically, their consoles beeping with the relentless search for any sign of the escape pod. The tension in the air was palpable.
Tendi and Rutherford exchanged worried glances at their stations. "I've recalibrated the sensors three times already," Rutherford muttered, his usual cheerfulness replaced by a grim determination.
Tendi nodded, her fingers flying over her console. "Maybe we should try a different frequency. What if they're on a spectrum we haven't scanned yet?"
"Why haven't you done that yet?! Do that now!" Mariner said as she rushed over and grabbed Tendi's shoulders, shaking her wildly.
"Jesus Christ Mariner, they obviously just got that thought now" Ransom leaned forward in the captain's chair, his jaw tight. "Do it. Try anything and everything. We need to find them"
Just then, a faint blip appeared on Tendi's screen "Wait, I think I have something!" She exclaimed.
Mariner was at her side in an instant, her eyes wide with hope "Is it them?"
"It's possible, but I can't be sure. All I know is that the signal is coming from a planet about one star system from the location of their mission." Tendi said, pointing at the screen. "My only guess is that something must've happened and they had to crash land there."
"I know I'm repeating myself here but...what...are...we...waiting for?" Mariner said exasperated.
"Because we still need time to pinpoint the exact location of the planet. Especially if it's a region of space that StarFleet hasn't explored yet." Rutherford said.
Starfleet were numerous and they mapped a lot of different parts of the universe...though it was still a universe and those were BIG they don't know where everything in existence is.
"UGH! So how long is it going to take to pinpoint that planet exactly?!" Mariner shouted in anger.
"Hopefully fast enough!" Rutherford said with a smile as he went to work.
'And before you lose your mind with worry then do something crazy.' He thought.
Though if they were gonna take too long to get there or not it would depend on their , speaking of luck, one man felt as if he was the luckiest person in the universe right now and has moved past from seeing his situation as bad luck.
"FUCK! FUCK YEAH! YOU FEEL FUCKING AMAZING, CAPTAIN!" Boimler screamed, thrusting into Carol's tight ass now in a doggy style position.
Even someone as logical and flustered as Boimler would go over the edge by having this happening to him and he just lost himself to it and did what was told of him.
"Ugh! That's it, Boimler! Now you're a man that knows how to treat a woman!" Carol shouted with a grin, her face put against the ground.
His body was sweaty, clothes totally torn, hair messy and the sound of sex was loud and clear.
"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum any moment! I'm gonna flood your gates!"
"Then flood them! Flood them until the damn can't hold anymore! That's an order, Junior Lieutenant!" Carol shouted at him!
"Fuuuuuuuckkkk! Im gonna do it! Im gonna cum inside my superiors Pussy!" Boimler shouted before his balls clenched.
That wasn't the only thing that clenched as Carol's pussy clenched around his cock again, almost crushing it as she was already milking him.
SPURT!
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHMMM~!"
With a primal scream Boimler came inside her, he came as much as he could almost like his body was seeing this situation as a chance to impregnate sucha specimen of woman.
"OOOOOOOOOOH!" Carol moaned/roared loudly as her body accepted his seed, wanting to be impregnated by such an impressive man.
Boimler's thrusts slowed, his breathing labored, and his eyes locked onto Carol's as she rode the climax of their passionate encounter. Her eyes were wide in ecstasy, her skin glistening with sweat, and her chest heaving with an uncontrollable mix of exhilaration. In that moment, they shared a connection so intense that it seemed to transcend the physical realm.
As the last spurt of sperm left his body and entered Carol's, Boimler felt a sense of completion and purpose that he had never experienced before. It was as if everything else in the universe had faded away, leaving only him and Carol in an intimate, primal exchange.
"I... I think I just impregnated you," Boimler stammered, his voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing.
"Y-Y-Yes. I agree." Carol said, huffing and puffing for air.
"C-Can I rest now? We have been going for hours"
Huff…Huff…That depends." Carol said between huffs, looking down to Boimler as he rested in her muscular stomach. "How many times did you come to me between when we started and now?"
"I…I think 9? 10?…Huff…I lost count." Boimler said.
"Looks like I was not the only one who changed hehe...u-unless you always had that much stamina"
"Um…I never really get this far with a woman. Most of the time." Boimler said with a blush.
"Hopefully that will change, cause you rocked me for sure"
That caused Boimler to smile with some pride before he passed out in her stomach, making Carol chuckle as moved them closer to the fire pit to keep warm and pulled Boimler up to lay on her chest.
"Rest easy, my subordinate. You earned it." Carol said before falling asleep herself.
-2 months later-
Boimler awoke with a yawn, sitting up from his sleeping spot on the ground.
"Day 46 on an uncharted planet, I survive another night with my bones intact." He said before looking at his clothing, one of the last spare uniforms from the ship. "And my clothes are not ripped."
They were in that planet for far longer than what had been anticipated and Boimler had to get used to the strange effects his captain would end up going through, which were far stronger at night, apparently the hormones of the dying creature had changed her or maybe a chemical reaction of the wine with the hormones and the planet atmosphere, who could tell?
"Speaking off the wind, I better check to make sure we still have a steady amount. The raisins too, ugh." Boimler said, still having a great hate for raisins.
What he would give to be away from these things and maybe eat a good cheeseburger back at the cerritos.
'The beacon has been going strong all this time. Someone has surely picked up on the frequency by now.' Boimler thought.
"Im back with Dinner"
Hearing a certain woman's voice, Boimler felt his mood become better as he turned around with a smile.
"Hey there gorgeous, how are we doing today?" He asked, already used to saying that to her.
"Strong, fierce, and feeling young. This "Amazon process" as you call it, seems to have given back a few good years." Carol said, fully in tune with her new taller and muscular female body.
"I say, you look like you give a few Klingon squads a run for their money"
"Hehehehe, keep flattering me like that and I might actually break your pelvis the next time you do it." Carol said.
"So you weren't trying all those other times? Hahaha" He laughed nervously.
"YES. I was." Carol said with a feral grin, walking to Boimler and bending down to give him a kiss.
Boimler's heart raced as Carol leaned in, her feral grin both thrilling and terrifying. He felt a rush of adrenaline mixed with affection, caught between the playful banter and the undeniable tension that lingered in the air.
"Okay, okay! Just kidding!" Boimler stammered, holding up his hands defensively but unable to hide his smile. "I appreciate the effort, Captain, really! But let's not go too wild right now. We still need to survive on this planet first."
Carol chuckled, her deep laughter echoing in the clearing. "Survival first, fun later. Got it." She straightened up, her impressive stature commanding the space around them. "But don't think I'm going to go easy on you. The Amazon process made me stronger, faster… and way more confident." She flexed her bicep playfully, showcasing the results of the changes she'd undergone.
Boimler couldn't help but admire her newfound strength. "And you've definitely got the confidence part down," he admitted, his voice teasing. "I mean, who knew the Captain of the Cerritos could turn into such a warrior? Maybe we should start calling you Captain Amazona!"
Carol laughed at the ritual but found it very flattering, almost as if she'd want to hold onto it if they're ever rescued from this planet.
"I'll keep that name in mind. Who knows? Maybe after we leave, I'll stay this way." Carol said with a smile.
"I wonder if they are out there looking for us, I kind of miss the Cerritos sometimes when I look at the night sky"
"I'm sure they are, Brad. Especially Mariner since she cares about us the most in StarFleet." Carol said.
"Yeah, but it's kind of hard to imagine her freaking out over us being stranded for months. She always seemed the most level headed." Boimler said as they walked out of the shuttle.
"Trust me she is nothing but wild when something she cares about is on the line, but if no one comes for us maybe we can become the rulers of this planet and make a new civilization haha"
"Hahahahahaha! Imagine me as "King Boimler." I crack myself up just thinking about it." Brad said.
'Though it does sound nice.' He thought with a sly grin.
PING! PING! PING! PING!
A constant ping had gotten their attention, making the odd couple turn and see that the signal beacon they set up months ago was finally receiving a signal back!
That meant they had finally been discovered!
"Oh shit! Is that what I think it is?" Boimler asked, eyes going wide.
"The signal beacon is getting feedback! It means a ship is close by!" Carol said, grinning a bit.
"That also means the coms could reach them!" Boimler said as he used his com badge.
That meant that someone was coming for them, rescue was finally coming!
"Hello, this is Junior Lieutenant Brad Boimler! I am calling under the emergency distress and stranded on an uncharted planet with Captain Carol Freeman! Does anyone respond?!" Brad asked loudly.
He paused for a moment, waiting for an answer as Carol gazed up at the sky to try and see the ship that found them.
"Lieutenant Boimler, this is Commander Jack Ransom of the Cerritos. It's good to hear from you again." Jack said, making Boimler and Carol smile. "We can you both beamed up in-"
"MOM! BOIMS! You're alive, thank god!" Mariner shouted over the coms.
"Oh Mariner! Man i never thought I would be this happy to hear your voice in the morning at such a high volume" Boimler said with a smile.
"I didn't think you'd miss us that much, sweetie. Thought you'd be partying without me on the ship." Carol said as she kneeled down so she could speak clearly into the com badge.
"Are you kidding? I'd never want that! I mean, yeah, it sounds fun at first, but then people would expect me to be captain and I DO NOT want that! I am perfectly fine as a Junior Lieutenant!" Mariner said over the com.
"Yeah because god forbid anyone having to treat you like your superior, oh so scary" Boimler jokes.
"Oh! I even missed your sarcastic retorts, buddy!" Mariner said with a smile.
"Okay, as much as we all love this reunion, we still need to get you two back to the ship." Jack said as he took over the coma again. "Do you two have anything you want to take with you?"
"Yeah, for sure. We still have the crates of wine and raisins from Vurolia IV in the shuttle. By the way, how has their vineyard system been doing?" Boimler asked.
"I don't know! I for once have tried to find you guys ever since and had no time to look for anything else, ask Jax if you want to know. But hold tight we get there and get you guys soon enough, hope everything is fine"
"Um…define "fine."" Boimler said, glancing at the Amazon woman that was his captain.
It had almost slipped their minds that being on this planet had turned Carol into this tall, muscular, and horny amazonian woman that was more or less lovers with Boimler for months now.
As they awaited rescue, Boimler adjusted his uniform self-consciously, casting a sidelong glance at Carol. She was busy packing the last of their supplies, her gaze focused and determined, even as her new Amazonian physique made her presence larger-than-life. For a brief moment, he felt a pang of anxiety about how things might change once they were back on the ship. Months on this uncharted planet had changed them both in more ways than one.
The communicator crackled to life again. "Boimler, Captain Freeman," Jack's voice buzzed in with a slight echo. "Hold on tight. Transport in ten seconds."
Boimler took a deep breath. "Here we go, Carol. Back to normal life."
Carol looked at him with a warm smile. "Normal life sounds pretty good right now. Though... don't think I'm forgetting about these past few months"
Boimler swallowed, his cheeks turning pink. "Right. Uh, maybe we keep some things... just between us?"
Before she could respond, a bright shimmer surrounded them, the familiar tingle of the transporter system enveloping them both. Moments later, they materialized in the transporter room of the Cerritos, and Mariner and Ransom stood waiting.
"Oh mom! You have not idea how-HOLY SHIT!" Mariner shouted as she saw her mother again and how much she changed!
"Sweet mother of creation! Captain, you're ripped!" Ransom added, admiring Carol's new height and muscles.
"Hehehehe, yes. I've gone through quite the change since being in that planet." Carol said with a chuckle, looking down at her daughter and her crewman.
"Yeah apparently that planet does...certain ages to your body, but i think it only works to females because i didnt change what soever" Boimler said.
"Yeah apparently that planet does...certain changes to your body, but i think it only works to females because i didn't change what so ever." Boimler said.
'None that they can see.' Carol thought with a silent chuckle as she and Boimler stepped out of the transport.
"If you're afraid of the changes, it'd be better to send a drone to pick up the shuttle and its cargo." Carol said as Mariner continued looking at her in shock and awe.
'If this is what happens when you go to that planet, I don't mind!' Mariner thought.
"Do you mind me going to my quarters? I want to take a real shower, change my clothes and eat something full of fat and sugar, the planet food was not that bad but its not my favorite" Carol said.
"I can agree on that." Boimler said, having never missed meat so much in his entire life.
"S-Sure but we may want to alert the crew first since you, again, ARE RIPPED!" Ransom shouted, still in awe of his captain's new muscles.
"Alright, alright, but let's hurry. I seriously need a hot sonic shower." Carol said, walking past Ransom and Mariner.
"Man...I am so jealous of those gains" Ramson said, now only the third most buff one in the Cerritos.
After notifying all of the Cerritos to report to the ship bar/mess hall to share the news about their captain's return and her change.
It was easy to say that everyone man and woman in the ship was shocked/amazed at the sight of her.
he didnt know if those changes were gonna be permanent or not, but a part of her really wished it was, it made her feel really storng and capable, not that she wa before but this was much more then she expected.
"Captain! If I may!" Dr. T'Ana shouted as she walked up to her. "Id just like to ask HOW THE FUCK did you go from a twig to a goddamn log?!"
"You can thank the planet I was stranded in with Mr. Boimler. Its atmosphere seemed have an effect on the female body, allowing me to become like this within just a few days." Carol said as T'Ana was scanning her.
"Not to mention you're 100% fucking healthy! No disease or signs of age fatigue of any kind!" She said in awe.
'I need to go to that planet myself! Oh, I would ravage Shax like never before with a body like this!' She thought with a small grin before noticing something.
"Huh, what's this? Your hormone levels are high as well." T'Ana said, looking up at Carol.
"That is another side effect of the planet. A near insatiable need to breed, like an animal in heat." Carol said with her grin growing sly, glancing at Boimler. "And I was very happy to have some very good help."
"Wait, what?!" Mariner shouted, dropping a drink she had as she gazed at Boimler. "Boimler, did you fuck my mom?!"
Brad Boimler jolted from this as all eyes were in him, shocked, jealous, or in awe of the reveal of what happened on the planet.
"I-I-I-I may have but the captain wasn't in her right mind! She forced herself on me!" Boimler said, holding his hands up.
"True, I did do that and I am sorry…for the first five times it happened." Carol said, moving a hand to trace around the top of her chest. "But the next nine times, it was VERY consensual for us both, Mr. Boimler. The mix of arousal and fear seemed to be a natural stamina booster."
"FOURTEEN TIMES?!" Tendi shouted in shock, dropping her jaw.
"That should be humanly possible!" Rutherford said as he scanned Boimler's body. "The amount of endurance needed for that is inhuman!"
"I'll tell you what's inhuman! What I'm going to do to Boimler!" Mariner shouted in pure rage as she jumped at Boimler!
"AAAAAAH!" Brad screamed as he quickly ran away, making Mariner run after him as everyone on the ship watched.
Especially a certain Vulcan that may have had a certain interest in the fleeing Junior Lieutenant.
"Very…interesting." T'Lyn said, clenching her fist to her sight before glancing at Carol.
Was this jealousy she was feeling? Nobody knows.