“Can you tell
more about your hobby?” Tom asked her and T'Pol turned her head to say no, only to see genuine curiosity on his face. “I'll need more background information if I'm going to help you track down any genuine artifacts, since I have only a little experience with them.”
“You have experience with them?” T'Pol asked.
“You could say that.” Tom said, guardedly.
Both T'Pol and Soval knew he was hiding sothing big after answering like that.
“I've visited a few places on Vulcan, discreetly of course. Outsiders are not welco in most places, just because of the sanctity of those places.”
“The attendants at the main temple are hostile to mostly everyone, even their fellow Vulcans.” Soval admitted. “It is more a matter of devotion and dedication, I believe.”
“I agree with you.” Tom said and let out a soft sigh. “I tried to bring an appropriate offering once and it was tossed off the side of the mountain without being opened.”
“That must have been T'Lar. She is the closest thing to a tyrant our religious practices allow.” Soval said with a small smile. “She is quite dedicated to making Mount Seleya as pious as possible in as short of a ti as possible.”
A few of the other Vulcans had small smiles as well.
“Then I'll let T'Pol bring anything we find to her and stay well out of her sight when she does so.” Tom promised.
Soval let out another rare chuckle and T'Pol nodded in agreent. Both were glad that he hadn't dismissed their beliefs outright like the other humans usually did. The Terran Empire had given up their own religious practises on Earth a long ti ago and scoffed at others they t that did have an actual religion.
Outdated and useless, they would say, not realizing that so people needed faith and sothing other than themselves to believe in. They still raided and stole the religious icons and artifacts, however. Gold and silver were still status symbols in this day and age, so any they had was worth a premium.
T'Pol finally started to talk to Tom as if he was a fellow archaeologist and he easily kept up with her and the conversation, surprising her and the rest of the Vulcans with how knowledgeable he was about their ways and the world they had been born on. So, she engaged him more and continued to test him and was amazed she couldn't trip him up or caught him trying to fake his own enthusiasm for the subject.
What T'Pol didn't know was that Tom had spent many years with an older Vulcan and discussed most of the sa things with her, which ant he had plenty of experience dealing with both Vulcan won and also their extensive knowledge on their favorite subjects.
Also, Tom (whom was Kevin Janeway at the ti) and Spock had enjoyed their lively debates imnsely and they usually ended up in bed together and continued their discussion. Funnily enough, none of the Vulcans were surprised when Tom invited T'Pol back to his quarters to continue their discussion in private. It was only polite to do so, after all.
T'Pol suspected he was trying to get her alone to interrogate her more thoroughly and Tom thought she was eager to get him alone for the sa reason. She wanted to question him, as in how he could know so much about her people. No one she ever talked to had his extensive knowledge that could possibly class him as one of the Vulcan Elders. How did a human gain such knowledge? She really needed to know.
A short ti later, despite her attempts to not fall for the man's very effective flirting, she was naked on his bed, her ass up in the air, and her womanhood was drenched as she was plowed from behind. Her ordered mind was currently safely locked behind her strongest ntal protections as she gave her body over to the unbridled passion she had never felt before.
T'Pol had done so to herself to not corrupt her own intelligence. She did not want the waves of pleasure she was experiencing to affect her normal every day mindset and did everything she could to preserve her dignity, while also begging for the man dominating her to make her feel everything she missed during her Pon Farrs for the last 60 years of her life.
When he grabbed her hair and pulled her up off of the bed like a lever, she cried out with pleasure at a sharper angle that let her feel all of his perfect phallic tool as he drove it into her with a strength she adored. She ca hard and clenched herself down there hard enough to snap a normal human dick right off, as if her body wanted to permanently claim it.
“How are you still getting tighter?” Tom asked and all she could do was moan and tried to kiss him in response. “Do you want
to break you?”
“MMMM!” T'Pol moaned and ca again as she nuzzled his chin before she bit him so hard it left tiny indents in his skin.
“Okay, you asked for it.” Tom said and shoved her down onto the bed, then he picked up speed and sohow fucked her even harder.
T'Pol wled happily as he wrecked her and she loved every second of it.
*
In the morning, T'Pol woke up and was back to her normal self and didn't ntion what had happened the night before. She did give
a pointed look when I served her breakfast in bed and it lasted until we finished eating. She whispered sothing about why her people had evolved to have heat cycles every seven years, because there was no way for her to survive feeling like that all the ti, then she pulled
into a fierce kiss and thanked
for everything.
T'Pol climbed out of the bed, dressed, and walked out of the bedroom. I hopped up and followed her, naked of course, and she stopped at the door to my quarters and looked back at . She gave my form a long look, ending at my face, and she nodded and hit the button to unlock the door. Neither of us said anything, because we both knew she was perfectly fine with what happened. She just wasn't going to let it influence her decisions like a human would.
The intercom beeped and I walked over to the personal computer on the table and hit accept. “Riker here. Go ahead.”
Chappel's eyes dropped to my midsection and then giggled. “Can you step back a bit, Tom?”
“No. What's so important you couldn't wait until I was on the bridge in...” I glanced at the display's ti. “...forty-five minutes?”
“The Andorians have requested the repairs you promised and said they'd leave if you didn't do it right away.” Chappel said. “They've delayed their departure long enough, according to Commander Shran.”
That made
chuckle. “All right, tell him I'll be over personally to repair his systems in a few minutes.”
“I'll let the other three captains know, too.” Chappel said.
“I did ask them to wait and their patience would be rewarded. Have they been unreasonable?” I asked and she shook her head.
“They just sent inquiries every hour on the hour and I gave them the sa response. You were busy and had told them you would be.” Chappel said.
I frowned at her. “That sounds unreasonable to .”
Chappel shook her head again. “You don't want to anger them, Tom. They are the more militant of the rebels and won't take kindly to you disciplining them for that.”
I lost the frown. “Then I won't. I just won't share anything else with them.”
Chappel opened her mouth to say sothing and I held up a hand to stop her.
“No patience, no reward.” I said and she sighed.
“I'm not telling them that.” Chappel responded.
“Neither will I. I'll fix their ship and that's it. I'll send them on their way after that and they can go do whatever they are in a rush to get to. You can go ahead and drop the cloacking field from around their ship, too.” I said and reached for the call disconnect. “Don't ntion that to the other three captains. They actually have been patient, so when I visit, I'll see if they still are or just remaining silent about it.”
Chappel nodded and I ended the call. I snapped my fingers to clean myself, fixed my hair, and equipped my transfigured uniform. The blue top went well with the black pants and I covered myself in the transporter illusion and stepped right to the middle of the Andorian ship's bridge in front of the sole command chair.
The looks of utter shock on the faces of the bridge crew was matched only by their thoughts of impatience and hating
for making them wait so long, just because I was having fun with one of my slaves. It didn't matter that I had been protecting them the entire ti and hiding them.
“No need to get up, Commander. I know where the damage is. I'll have it fixed up quickly and you can be on your way.” I said to Shran and walked by his chair and over to the tactical console.
The female Andorian there didn't react as I hit several buttons on her console that I shouldn't know the functions of and the display pinpointed where the damage was. I gave her a smile and covered myself in the transporter illusion again and stepped to the weapons array in the middle of the ship and touched it.
A few monts later, it was fixed and I stepped to the outside of the ship and touched the hull. Another few monts passed and all of the external damage was handled. I stepped back to the bridge and they were all still staring at .
“It's all done, Commander. Good luck on whatever mission you desperately need to get to.” I said with a smile. “I've already released the cloak covering you, so feel free to go to full Impulse. It won't disturb the other ships.”
I held in my laugh at him not even letting his antennae twitch at my words and I stepped back to my quarters. I walked out and into the hallway, then over to the turbolift. I rode it up to the bridge on Deck 1 and Chappel was there at the weapons console.
“Contact the Tellerites and tell them I'll be right there.” I said and Chappel nodded. I waited for her to contact them and I used the illusion again as I stepped to the middle of the Tellerite ship's bridge.
Again, the people on the bridge were silent; but, they also hated that I had left them for an entire night just sitting under cloak and protected. None of them realized I did so to save them from being caught by the Terran Empire if their illegal ships were found by anyone from the Empire in the Alpha Quadrant. Enterprise had their energy signatures and ship registries logged, too.
Instead of enlightening them, I did the sa thing to their ship as I did to the Andorians. I fixed the damaged weapons array, fixed the external damage from the battle with Enterprise, then stepped back to the bridge to tell them they could go on their way. Again, they didn't react, so I stepped from there and back to the bridge of my own ship.
“I can tell by your face they reacted the sa way.” Chappel said, sadly.
“I'm crossing my fingers that the Orions are smarter than the others.” I said and waited for her to contact them, then I did the sa teleporter trick and the green skinned man in the command chair pushed the slave girl off of his lap to stare at .
By his thoughts, he was only in the rebel business to make money and to sell slaves, even his own people. It was all they knew, since they were pirates anyway, and the won usually enjoyed it. Most were plants and would turn on their owners and kill them, make their way back to any Orion ship, then they would be sold again and repeated the process.
I held in my sigh and didn't bother talking to the man. I stepped away and fixed his ship and told Chappel to dismiss them. I gave her a brief overview of their operations and she looked horrified and then scowled at the underhanded tactics. It worked, as long as they were never caught, only a lot of the won were and they never made it back to any Orion ships.
When I stepped to the Vulcans, I was greeted warmly by the captain and thanked for allowing them to stay hidden and to co to grips that I had risked myself for their people. He also said three of the sixteen Vulcans on my ship agreed to return to Vulcan right away and I told him he could have them as soon as I was done fixing and repairing his ship. I would also be adding a few things to protect them, just in case, and his lips twitched into a smile briefly.
I was thanked again and I stepped to where the damages were and fixed them. I then transfigured the top layer of their ship's hull into a much more protective one, durasteel, and made it permanent. It was a heck of a lot stronger than the weak composites they had, since the innovation to improve things had been slowed significantly because of the Terran Empire's occupation.
I needed to do the sa thing to different parts, like the hatches and external engine exhausts, just so the entire surface was protected. The only thing I couldn't do that to were the windows, so instead I transfigured them into transparent aluminum.
It was as tough as steel at much smaller thicknesses, so I increased their thicknesses to several inches. They were not going to blow out easily or collapse right away when struck by weapons fire. That was the minimum I could do for them and stepped back to the bridge.
I had a quick conversation with the captain, then an even longer one with him and the tactical officer. With their advice, I changed the weapons console slightly to include six phaser banks and two torpedo launchers, and I added the proper programming for them in a small portable computer core.
Once it was in place, I stepped to different spots on the outside of the ship and placed the phaser emitter strips where the captain and tactical officer wanted them. The torpedo launchers were only one facing forward and one facing backward, both on the main hull under the engineering section of the ship. It couldn't handle the power requirents for more than that or had the space to store more than twenty photon torpedoes.
I had help from several engineering officers to set them up properly and attached them to the reactor. It was all I could do with a ship that small and they were very grateful for that much. If anyone attacked them, they had sothing that could do more than dent another ship's armor.
I stepped back to the bridge and talked to both the tactical officer and the captain, set up so drills for them to try with the phasers, and then arranged for a ti to have them visit Defiant and the arboretum before the three passengers would co back with them to Vulcan. I promised the cook would make dinner for them as a send off and we would have so Romulan Ale to celebrate.
The captain patted my shoulder and said he looked forward to it. He also said he was sorry to see the others flee from my offer of genuine friendship. He suspected it was just too much for them to accept that a human wouldn't go right back to treating them like trash as soon as they could.
I thought that as well and set the ti for them to dock to my ship, giving the details to Chappel as well, then I stepped back to the bridge of my ship and sat down next to her.
“I've allowed a personal pod from the Andorian ship to enter the main cargo bay.” Chappel said and showed
the tiny thing on the main viewscreen. “Three Aenar were stuffed into that thing, sohow.”
“Three? Why would...” I stopped when I felt a strange telepathic mind touch my own. “Oh, I'll be right there.”
Chappel gave
a questioning look.
“They're blind and telepathic. They warned Shran to not antagonize
and he didn't listen. Now that I've already cut their blue skinned cousins loose, they want my help to save the rest of them.”
Chappel chuckled. “He might have guessed that's what they wanted and tried to stop it.”
“Probably.” I said and stood. “I'll be a little while as I make their rooms more appropriate for them to live in.”
Chappel nodded and I stepped from the bridge to the cargo bay. The three won had long white hair, their skin was white, they wore all white clothes, and the pupils of their eyes were greyish white, making them clearly blind. If I was any other person, I might have felt unnerved by the sight of them.
Instead, I smiled and walked over to the lead one and held a hand out to her. “Welco aboard my ship, Jhal. I'm sorry we had to et this way.”
“As am I.” Jhal said. “I had to leave my brother behind, because he's loyal to Shran.”
“I can't say I'm sorry to hear that. Having him aboard would make things much worse for everyone.”
“I know.” Jhal said. “As you know, this is Lissan, a much older and less attractive Aenar, whom stepped aside to allow
to entice you.”
I had to chuckle at that. “And your third companion?”
“Her na doesn't really matter. She won't be ntioned again, because as soon as she tries to steal from you, she'll no longer be among us.” Jhal said.
I blinked my eyes for a mont, then looked at the third Aenar woman. “Are you really going to perform the act, even with precognition showing you what happens when you do?”
The white skinned woman lets out a sigh as I felt a ntal prod. “It's my destiny to...”
I reached out and poked her forehead to step her back to her howorld. I didn't mind talking telepathically, and did so for many years. Being forced to do so without asking permission? That was a hard no.
“As stated, she is no longer among us.” Jhal said.
I closed my eyes briefly, sighed, and opened them. “Why did you do that?”
“Proof.” Jhal said and took my hand. “Now you have to co to our howorld to save us, if only to learn her na.”
“Goddammit.” I groused at her being right and both she and Lissan smiled.
“We can enjoy the comforts you plan to make for us while you entertain the Vulcans. They really are the best way to achieve what you planned.” Jhal said and started to walk as Lissan grabbed my other hand.
“You already know where to go and what I'm planning?” I asked, not unnerved by their behavior.
“It's limited to a short ti, so no long term predictions will ever work.” Lissan said as Jhal led us down the hall to the turbolift and we went up to the crew quarters deck. “It still scares people we know what's coming.”
“Not might be?” I asked, since my own limited powers only let
see 5 minutes into the future. That also let
realize what she ant, since I always ensured what happened after I saw it. “Never mind.”
Both won let out soft laughs and we entered their quarters.
“We can't see, so have fun making us feel at ho here.” Jhal said and sat down at the small table. Lissan sat across from her and both looked over at .
Not surprisingly, them not seeing
work as they also watched , made
feel like I was following a script, a set of directions, and sothing already set in stone. That was the unnerving part of this whole situation. I was doing sothing they already saw, and even the changes I made were predicted.
The two won nodded at my thoughts and that was definitely unnerving. They both smiled and I tried to ignore them as I went to work recreating their ho for them. Them being onboard was going to take so getting used to.
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