Star Trek: Theurgy

EPISODE 01: Outbreak [Chapter 03 - Violation]

[Sickbay | 2200 hrs]

Entering Sickbay, Jien was in his male form - having made herself appear to wear her duty uniform even though she never wore any garments in the traditional sense.

After the time that the Theurgy had been chased across the Alpha Quadrant, and given the time before that where they had visited Earth, and on top of this, the long months they spent overseeing the peace negotiations with Romulus, it was quite some time since Jien had a physical exam. The need being moreover evident now, as he was stretched quite thin in their current predicament. Normally, he would have made an appointment, but this being no normal times, he had simply decided to enter Sickbay before retreating to his quarters for the night.

Main Sickbay was quite small when considering that he had seen the two adjacent decks' Battle Sickbay facilities, but this was where the Chief Medical Officer could most easily be found. However, as he entered, he did not find Dr. Nicander present. At first, he did not see anyone, until an Ash'reem Cadet appeared from a doorway. Foregoing any awkwardness from the young woman - whom he remembered to be the daughter of the new Chief of Science and an Engineer aboard - at meeting her Captain, he raised a hand and smiled, if wearily so.

"At ease, Cadet," he said in his deep voice, "I was meaning to see Dr. Nicander and ask him whether he might have time to give me a long overdue examination. I did not make any appointment that he has missed in not being present. Is he available?"

Amikris had been frustrated all morning, the subtle scent of a new life-form on board was irritating especially when she couldn't identify what it was.  Likely just some seed or small plant the away team had brought back but it was always hard to tell when she encountered a new life form but couldn't see it.  It was good that they had finally gotten out of crisis and were beginning to work out normal every day affairs.  The good Dr was in the research lab looking into her blood samples and what changes had occurred in her blood stream from before and after being medicated at the academy.  It was frustrating to her that a cure might not be possible or might take forever to get depending on exactly what was wrong. 

Amikris looked at the Captain and blushed faintly, as she returned the salute awkwardly.  "Ma'...er Sir.  LT Cmdr Nicander is currently busy and unavailable, I can take care of the physical though if you don't mind.  It'd just take me a few minutes to familiarize myself with your past medical history and look up a few details on Chamelionoid biochemistry." She replied as she glanced over the Captain's form with interest.  Her mind imagining 'him' with a bluish tinge to 'his' skin and slight changes in appearance.  Almost immediately she mentally chastised herself glad that her goggles served more then one function in shielding her rather expressive eyes from the rest of the crew.

Moving to one of the side rooms she leads the Captain to a more private room well taking from her pocket a small hand held computer and accessing the internal network of the medical bay to download any pertinent data relating to Chamelionoids and the Captain's medical needs and history.  Her eyes skimmed over lab results and readings from pass visits and the conclusions that past medical officers had come to with each visit.  "Have you been having any unusual symptoms or thoughts lately sir?" she asked as she glanced back at him, resisting the urge to lick her lips slightly.  He was quite tempting like this even if he didn't smell right.

Turning to follow the Cadet, Jien had given her a faint smile and the commonplace and naturally instinctual once-over. He had a quite pleasing physical form, this young Ash'reem, and even though his experimenting days of shape-shifting were long gone, he got the impulse to try and mimic it. However, as previously said, such days were far gone.

Instead he walked to the private room. On the way over there, he changed his form so that his uniform jacket vanished along with the undershirt - leaving him bare-chested just before he deftly climbed up on the edge of the biobed. He knew the procedures, and mimicked them as a human would be examined, even though the Cadet could just as well have taken a tissue sample from his clothing since they were a part of him. It was just another way of many for him to blend in with the human species that he had been raised with. The dragon tattoo upon his male form gleamed angrily in the artificial light.

"No, I have not," he said, not really considering any kind of implications with the latter part of the question, thinking that it was protocol for the visit. "Our new Ship Counsellor will have a field day after what we have been through, but none relating to my physical condition. My shape-shifting is functioning normally."

There was a pause of lingering silence, where he wondered what it would be like wearing an Ash'reem form yet again.

"I think my journal from the USS Vendetta ought to be found in the database, unless you have located it already," said Jien and looked away in thought, "The stability ratios from my previous exams should be there, along with the complete profile of my cellular and quantum structure. You should find that I have been exposed to polaron and tetryon radiation in surmountable amounts at the years 2373 and 2379, and my recuperation took about two months each. My latest exam showed no lingering instability..."

He tried to be helpful to the young officer, since this was prone to be a somewhat awkward situation for her - unless he remembered his Academy years incorrectly. He patiently gave her the time to familiarise herself with the information - sitting there upon the bio bed with his hand on his knees.

Amikris blushed further as she gave slight sniffs of the air around the Captain.  Her eyes reading over the reports quickly before placing the Datapad down.  Turning to the biobed she began to make notes mentally as she glanced it over and smiled. "Most of the readings are within normal ranges from the looks of things, have you assumed many forms recently or do you just stay to your main ones?  Have you had any complications in either form?"  She asks unsure what to do with the readings being for the most part within range.  "Have the damaged life support systems had any complications with your biology for instance?"

Remaining where he sat, Jien inclined his head at her questions, his weary smile remaining so as to not intimidate the Cadet with the scowl that had seemed to have etched itself into his brow. "I am loyal to my male and female forms, with the slight cosmetic changes that would be my wardrobe," he explained quietly, "yet once every two weeks or so, I try to make time for practising my shape-shifting in a holo-suite. This just to... stretch myself a bit, in the lack of how I might better describe it. As for complications..."

Jien frowned as he gave the question time to settle in his distracted mind. "No, nothing out of the ordinary; this being the delicate social touch of picking when and where I ought to be in either form, yet that challenge is something I have come to grow accustomed to by now." Realising that he was not very forthcoming, he decided to give the Cadet some more information. He gestured a little with his hand as he spoke. "It is a result form the Ives-Petáin experiment, in which I was raised amongst humans in study of the effects it would have on my homeless and rare species. My upbringing was designed purposely to not suggest that I would fall into either categoy of gender, and after... considerable time and confusion, the result was that I became a singular duality which embraced both genders of the human species. Not only because I could... but because I felt it made me complete. In order to fully take part of a human life, it was the most satisfying solution. How else was I to embody the species as a whole?"

Realising the philosophical aspect of his explanation, he amended it with facts - thinking that the medical officer would appreciate it more. He changed... into her female form - wearing a black simple bra along with her former type of uniform trousers and flats. "Regardless of which of my two chosen forms I am in, you should find that my morphogenic matrix is the same, even though my mass has been redistributed. Feel free to scan me again to verify this."

Glancing back at deck below her feet, she ran som loose hair behind her ear with her fingers. "I have not - to my awareness - suffered any complications more than anyone else from the make-shift amendments done to the life support systems. I suppose I can scent the damage to the ship - a smell I have come to be intimately familiar with in my life of strife - more strongly now that we are merely filtering the air. yet any physical afflictions by it? No, none..."

Glancing up to the Cadet's lensed eyes, she frowned a bit. She changed back... to his male form - since he had merely let Cadet Amikris scan him to verify the lack of effect it had on his matrix. "You said that most of the readings are within normal ranges. Do we have any polaron and tetryon radiation aboard that I have not been informed of?"

Amikris gave a slight smirk toward Jien as she changed into a female form that had covered up her breasts and simply nodded. "You do realize you don't have to cover up the more private parts in my presence, Ash'reem culture has no taboo against the bearing of flesh.  Humans, Vulcans and Klingons may view the body as a sacred or taboo idol only to be revealed to ones mate, but our culture is considerably different.  Despite the alterations that the progenitor did to our race, and the 'defilement' of Taloona and Delorik's seed in the process we never developed the urges that the other humanoids did.  It is however good to know that you're not suffering from any complications.  I know the away team brought back something from the surface and its irritating my parents and myself considerably.  I was unsure how a shapeshifter would respond to an unknown pathogen or organism seeding our ship like this.  Especially given the more interesting side effects of its pheromones." 

She made some notes on the Captain's file and nodded. "As for the radiation levels, they appear to be incheck with the exception of a small section of engineering that has been shut down according to my father.  Apparently one of the lower reactors took a hit and sadly it hasn't been fully patched yet."  Amikris closed her eyes trying to ignore the change to a male form and the temptation it gave her.  It was good that she'd taken to wearing the waist guard again, otherwise the captain may have become more aware of just how much the form was tempting as she felt her pheromone glands stimulated by his presence. 

Having to remind himself that the Ash'reem culture was quite different from his own, and that their adjustment to Starfleet and the Federation was not too progressed as of yet, Jien's initial scowl that seemed like a kick in the teeth to the Cadet... gradually loosened up while she continued to speak. Something from the surface? He reminded himself, again, that to the Ash'reem, every smallest whiff in the air was quite strong to their senses.

He first had to address protocol, and did so in a very clear but forgiving tone. Culture was nothing to be trampled upon. Wars had been fought over less.

"Whether or not your culture considers baring of flesh taboo is not the question, Cadet," he said as he stared into her concealed eyes - utterly motionless in his seat upon the bio bed. "You need not remind anyone of this when making a physical examination, for your culture has no bearing when it comes to the duties towards Starfleet. Our protocol is something you swear by and abide to, and unless the examination would merit from the removal of garments, it is nothing you should impose upon species that originate from more... puritan cultures. Our regulations allow us to function as a crew, no matter the vastly differing view-points upon etiquette, social structure, morals, humility or respect that dwell in our ship's quarters. Protocol is the invisible seam that binds us together, and prevents us from turning on each other..."

He let her go with his gaze, and looked down to the deck again. "...especially in times like ours."

Having made his point quite clear, he gave her a weary smile that entailed just how important it was for him - as the ship's image of authority - to uphold these protocols... else everything would be lost. He moved on to address the observations that the Ash'reem family aboard had picked up. "If it is something that is bothering your sensitive perceptions, it is the first I have heard about it from anyone on board. To my awareness, no one has noted any scent besides the damaged ship, and no one has reported anything amiss. I will not leave anything to chance, though, so I would welcome if you and your parents moved to investigate the origin of this.. 'something' that is irritating your senses. The ship's internal sensors would not be able to assist you, so I suggest you look into the cargo bay areas first. Its where we keep the supplies we are gathering."

The exam seeming to be done unless she said otherwise, Jien slid down to his feet and faced her fully. The dragon moved in sync with his musculature, rippling as if it was alive. He placed his hands on his hips and thought for a moment. "You said... interesting side-effects? Is it harmful to the crew, or is it - in your estimation - something that your species alone would notice?"

Jien was inclined to think the latter, but he would not let the Ash'reem under his command suffer for the greater good of the ship. This one before him was young in their own estimation - despite the physically mature state her bodily form quite prominently suggested - and she might perhaps exaggerate in the way adolescents betimes did... but he would treat the matter respectfully.

Amikris listened to the explanation blushing at several key points.  It wasn't necessarily a bad response to her suggestion but it was a slightly awkward one. As his gaze drifted down and felt a slight twitch in her jaw muscles as they lightly ground against one another.  It was a nervous reaction she'd developed similar to how some humans chewed on their lips well in awkward situations.  The lack of teeth made the act of chewing impossible in the sense that most humanoid races did.  The rough muscular pads inside her mouth however easily ground against one another in a vaguely similar gesture. 

"I didn't mean to imply that you should breech any authority, I merely thought perhaps it'd be more comfortable that way.  As for the side effects of the pathogen.  The first seems to be a low grade aphrodisiac that in higher concentrations may cause confusion, disorientation and lower inhibitions.  The second seems to be some form of pollen, although concentrations of it seem limited, although to high to be from clothes."  She explained, looking awkward. "It might be enough to cause breeches of protocol in some of the more sensitive species."

Frowning, Jien was not sure whether he heard the Cadet right when she could derive such a thorough account from something so little.

And as for what she described... it seemed like it here was some plant or tree that caused this undetectable small breeze of aphrodisiac to agitate the Ash'reem. Something, as far as he knew it, was a kind of a challenge that the species did not need in the first place. It was not an easy adjustment that they had done to Starfleet, and if there was something that could tip their levelled scales, it was nothing he cared to have aboard.

"Use the records from the botanists in the away-team and check if they have logged anything remotely similar to the kind of source you are suggesting, and then transport the... whatever it may be... back to the planet surface," he said and paced the small room slowly, arms folding across the planes of his chest, "I will not have you suffer from the general demand to seek nutrients and possible medical supplies. If there is a chance that the away team transports more of it aboard, I need you and your parents to prevent it from happening. I don't care if there is only the three of you suffering from it. It is more than enough reason to leave it be. Either of you can report to me when you have any results."

Having addressed the concern and dealt his orders, Jien looked around the room - the lights shifting across his bare-chested form and his brow. "Are there any more examinations you need to make while I have made the time to come here? The CMO of the Imperator had made it his business to challenge my shape-shifting abilities and measure the time I need for each change, yet I don't believe that is the standard procedure any more now that mine and other species of my nature has become more common in our ranks."

Facing the young woman's form in the small room, he looked through the tinted lenses of her goggles - waiting for her reply since she had the current procedures listed on her PADD...

"That will be all Captain, I will review these findings with the CMO and then have a report forwarded to yourself and placed in your official medical record within a standard stardate.  I will forward your orders to my mother as well, hopefully we can find out whats causing this before it causes any more complications to the crew."  She gave a quick salute and waited for the Captain to depart or reply before making her way back to the research lab with the data pad. 


"Lt Commander, the Captain just finished with her physical.  When you get the chance I'd like to review the results with you, although the readings appear to be in line with her previous reports.  Furthermore, I mentioned my, discomfort to her as of late and she'd like to have my parents look into the matter of the new pheromones on board the ship."  Almost as soon as she finished giving her report Amikris raised her hand to her forehead rubbing it slightly, as a slight tremor returned to her other hand.  Low level shaking of the fingers causing the datapad to shift back and forth slowly in her grasp, almost falling from her grip at one moment.

In the Medical Lab, Dr. Nicander's face was lit by the readings upon the wall panel he was studying. In his hands was a PADD upon which his tattooed hands were inserting new parameters that he derived from the information he he was studying. He did not have to look upon the touch screen in his hands as he did so - as the focused scowl was piercing the secrets behind the readings of Amikris' blood samples.

"Very good, Cadet," he said and turned to her with a friendly smile, yet behind his eyes were the cold need to make her indebted to him, or make her trust him to the extent where he - someday - might take advantage of her family relation with the Chief Science Officer aboard. The difficulty lay in charming her without making it appear too untoward, and stain the good reputation he held with the crew. He stepped up towards her, his intimidating height coming to a stop at arms-length from her. "I will peruse the Captain's results, and I hope your search for the pheromones is successful, but before you leave, I think you would like to try th-"

Noticing the tremor in her hands, he plastered on a concerned frown and looked down into her eyes. He raised his inked hand and rested it upon her shoulder - looking down into her eyes while his thumb brushed against the side of her neck. "How are you holding up? There is no pain involved is there? From what I have found, it is not due to hurt until a couple of weeks more."

Oh, he knew the area he stroked was sensitive to her species - like many other humanoids finding the touch upon the sensitive and thin skin of the neck quite arousing. Yet he only let her feel him stimulate the erogenous node of her nervous system for a couple of seconds before returning his hand to the PADD he held. "As I said, I think you ought to try a little cocktail I have made with a number of immune system boosters for the Ash'reem body. It took me a while, but I have the distinct pleasure to tell you that there will be little to none side-effects, and it will serve to help your body restore itself after the damage that your medicine has caused. Its not a swift cure, yet it is safe to take. You might experience some thirst as the body heals itself on a micro-biological level, and you will have to remain off the medicine and off duty until the remedy has won the war. Your seizures will only gradually be reduced..."

He handed her his PADD to let her review the contents of the new medicine he would have her replace with the harmful one. Aldea had come a far way in the medical field, and Lucan was rather certain there were few in Starfleet Medical that would be able to replicate his delicate touch.

Folding his tattooed hands behind his back, his pale grey eyes would read her reaction like an open book. "I will administer the medicine myself, once I have prepared enough shots for the hypospray for the first couple of weeks. I hope you understand that I cannot trust you handling this on your own, since your body will still be demanding your old medicine for some time."

Amikris reads over the report with interest despite her shaking hand which made it difficult to read.  A part of her mind envisioning a better world where she could just have the information appear before her eyes on her goggles, but realizing such a thing is not in her future, at least not immediate future.  Pondering this information she opened a separate file and took notes on the file, then read the notes more closely.  Despite the numerous typos that occurred do to her hand shaking she nods at the end. "Alright, I accept this treatment Dr. Nicander....so I'll be relieved from duty immediately following this correct?  Do you know how long this will take?"  She tilts her head to the side in response to his touch and lightly tenses the muscles there exposing the most accessible of the Ash'reem veins namely the Subclavian vein as it was forced up by the muscle constriction and exposed at the base of the neck where it merged with the Jugular vein a few inches lower on the neck.   Although on a human the Cephalic or Basilic veins would have been ideal on Ash'reem their close knit position with their respective arteries made them more difficult targets in the long run for blood work and shots. 

She tensed expecting an injection soon, the action actually making the vein more exposed and ideal for injection as it pushed it further from the Subclavian artery by a quarter inch.  "I expected as much, the risk for my body to trade one addiction for another when its desperate is a clear risk afterall.  Will I have duties well I'm relieved of medical duty?"

Watching the Ash'reem expose her neck for him just so, Dr. Nicander's pale grey eyes watched the minute movements of her vents and musculature - resisting the urge to lay his mouth against it rather than a hypospray.

"As I mentioned, the concoction is not finalised yet, but if you give me a few minutes, I will have the replicator calibrated to produce a dosage for the hypospray. I am gladdened to hear you are willing to start the treatment right away. Please, make yourself comfortable while I make the proper preparations. Why don't you seat yourself..." Lucan looked around the medical lab, noticing the absence of cleared chairs since his research had made him spread PADDs of info fromthe database around the area, "...on the table there. Also, please drop any cartridges of your old medicine that you have left into the recycler."

Doing as promised, he returned to his wall panel and made the inputs required for the replicator to assemble the cure for Amikris' condition. "Of course I can allot you administrative duties during your treatment, and it should not elicit the kind of attention that you don't want," he said and removed his lab coat and unfirom jacket, this being so late in the evening and it was time to retire as soon as they were done there. Yet besides that, he had a mind to use this opportunity to get closer to Amkris, if the situation and conversation so allow it. He knew that Ash'reem did not react to exposure of one's body, yet he would still grant her the chance to feast her eyes upon him however much she wanted. "As for a duration, its wildly dependent on how well your body accepts it, yet I would suspect it might take more than a fortnight. I hope you will be able to bear the declining symptoms of your withdrawal until then..."

The replicator produced a small object that Lucan deftly fished up on his way to Amikris - a hypospray already in hand. He came to stand very close to her, and his undershirt strained against his arm when he lifted his medical instrument towards her neck. His forearm happened to brush against her chest ever so minutely. "Mind if you pull down your collar a bit more for me, Cadet?" he said in a low voice, and his breath mingled with hers in the dim light of the after-hours medical lab.

His smile was warm, yet not so much as to relay his intentions to be beyond seemly. Yet not too strictly professional either.

In his impenetrable mind, he imagined to recalibrate the hypospray in the last second, and stun her enough to claim her right there upon the table. As usual, he resisted, and injected her with the promised dosage of her remedy.

Amikris listened to him with interest as he explained what she'd be doing and made her way to the table taking a seat there calmly and watching him make the preparations in relative silence.  As he removed his labcoat and shirt she watched with interest.  Although her  goggles covered the most obvious signs of interest by concealing her eyes and how they moved, the faint hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth did sneak through her filter.  "Will it take long to alleviate the symptoms or will it remove the most obvious signs of withdrawal?"

When he asked her to lower her collar she nodded and reached down lifting her shirt up and over her head calmly.  The upper portion of her chest including all of her breasts were encased in a plastic fabric like wrapping that clearly had water inside it.  The water however was cloudy with a white opaque contaminate.  Once the shirt was out of the way she tilted her head slightly to the side to give him better access to the vein and tensed her muscles appropriately.

Behind his professional detachment, Lucan was considering how the contamination in the plastic wrappings that Ash'reem people wore consisted of pheromone secretions that have been leaked into the water.  It was a measure that had been standardised for the species in Starfleet service, and the means for how the Ash'reem limited their potential influence on the crew. For by wearing skin tight 'bands' of plastic - filled with water - over their pheromone secretion ducts, they could not secrete. Instead they secreted into a liquid that captured the pheromones before they become airborne.

To Lucan's passing irritation all the pheromones were organic compounds, and not all of them absorbed completely into the water - suspending them in the fluid until it sunk to the bottom of the wrapping. Yet to his concealed delight, he found that she had chosen a wrapping that was transparent instead of a solidly coloured one. It made him wonder whether the choice was a bold and intentional one, or if it was partially a choice due to the Ash'reem liberated attitude towards modesty when it came to the display of their own bodily forms. A form which the CMO found a very pleasing one.

Being Caroôn,  he had the ability to affect the elements to a minimal degree, and he had to steel himself from affecting the water inside her bra-like contraption - to make the sediment flow away and amass to her back. No, this was not the opportune moment, so he just applied his hypospray to her exposed neck and pressed the trigger - the injection hissing like the kiss of a snake. He answered her when he lowered he medical instrument, not stepping away from her while he explained. Yet while he spoke, images flashed before his eyes where he filled his hands with her water-covered breasts and split her mouth open with his own.

"There are too many factors that influence the initial progress of this cure..." he said, letting on an apologetic frown to make her think that he wished he could give her a better answer. Meanwhile, other images in his predatory mind showed him breaking her neck with his tattooed hands, banging her head to pulp against the edge of the table, or strangling her to a slow death. The denied impulses watered his mouth, giving a slight tumescence to his plenipotentiary instrument.

"Potentially, you will notice a decrease of your tremors, your cold sweats, the dehydration you feel at times, even the migraines as soon as on the morrow, but I can not guarantee you more than that your body will still crave the Bupropion that it has grown dependent upon. What this cure does, is that it strengthens your immune system to a degree that will expedite the alleviation of the withdrawal symptoms. Yet the original cause for you to take the Bupropion will still remain; the Isophobia not dealt with. As for that, I think you need to speak with the new Ship Counsellor. I will, however, inform her to not prescribe you any more anti-depressants. Speaking of which..."

Lucan held out his palm between their bodies. "...you did not place your Bupropion in in the recycler like I told you to."

It was a delicate act, yet one he performed all too often; this concerned frown that animated his pale grey eyes, and the apologetic smile that also showed how he did not hold her subconscious oversight against her. All that he - truly - wished to do was to make her into his pliant slave, to hypnotise her like he had so many others on board - charmed them with his charisma and pocketed them for the final day of the USS Theurgy.

The day... when he had made the whole ship into a vessel rife with his engineered virus, and crashed it into the major cities of his homeworld. He would take the rest of this crew with him into his own death, as well as the death of the civilisation that had made him into the wretch he was, and also taken Kisane away from him. It was all in the interest of his... other self as well; to rip this ship from existence.

The evidence against his other kin, and the progress they had made in the highest ranks Starfleet, would all vaporise with the ship.

Reeling his mind in, Lucan found that he was still holding his open hand between his own and the Cadet's chest, and that his swelling extension had begun to slight press against his trousers. Ever the image of professionalism, he did not draw any attention to it. "What do you think was the source, the catalyst, for the Isophobia?" he asked her quietly, portraying the common mawkish sense of concerns for others - the result of an non-existent empathy. Understanding, yes, but empathy? Why should he care? It only served him to ask her this; to learn more, and to lead her on... "What has plagued you the most in taking this path in life; to serve the Federation with all its rules and protocols just like your parents?"

In the dimmed lights of the medical lab, Lucan stared down into her eyes - dissecting her mind just like he would have done to her dead body.

Amikris listened to Lucan with interest as he told her about the progress of the cure.  Her nose flared slightly as she listened, something seemed slightly off about Lucan's smell as he stared at her band.  A hint of frustration, a dash of lust and something else she couldn't quite place.  It didn't matter she guessed as she focused on keeping herself still for the injection.  One wrong move would result in a nasty cut if the hypospray was jerked along the skin.  The fundamental flaw in using pressure to peal back the skin exposing the muscle underneath to the injection.  It worked wonderfully in preventing infection but it also meant accidents could be quite deadly. 

"I didn't bring any to work today Sir, they are in my quarters.  I will deliver them once off duty if that is acceptable?" She waited till the tip was away from her neck before turning to look at him.   "In response to your other question, my entire race suffers from Isophobia, its part of who we are as a species.  Much like the earth Lemming or Locus the presence of other Ash'reem in our environment is essential for certain biochemical reactions to occur.  Prolonged isolation can lead to dopamine deficiencies and even spikes in Epinephrine.  In theory returning to this ship and the presence of my parents when I sleep would have been enough to relieve my symptoms of depression, but that didn't occur sadly."

When Amikris said she would deliver the medicine one she was off duty, Lucan saw the perfect opening she had unwittingly provided.

"Yes, you may deliver them directly to my quarters once we are done here," he said casually as he stepped away from the table, figuring that his intimate presence had served its purpose already, and there would be ample opportunity to make further progress at the aforementioned time of opportunity. "You wished that your addiction was to be off the record, yes? Then its better you come to me with it instead of flaunting it about for the Gamma shift."

It was late at night by then, and Lucan had believed that they would be able to remain alone in the Medical Lab. Alas, he found that he was mistaken. Normally, it would just have required him to make the usual authorial noises and they would go away. Yet the two visitors that passed through the sliding doors were far from the usual kind of visitors he had set routines for. Because when Lucan turned his pale grey eyes to them, after the doors had slid shut behind them...

...he found that they were stark naked. Moreover, they seemed not the least uncomfortable about it.

"What is the meaning of this?" he said, refraining from making some lewd joke about the Lab being no place for the kind of celebrations they might be conducting together. His frown took them in; and he recognised them as the Vulcan Science Officer named Cir'Cie, and a Lt. named Anthony Gladstone from the same department. He had seen them before, yet never had he imagined they would look quite that way when their clothes were removed. In fact, he knew from an earlier physical examination that the Lt. had not had that kind of chiselled frame, and the Ensign seemed to have... developed curves he ought to have noticed far earlier.

It was Gladstone who answered first, whilst they both ambled towards Lucan and Amikris. His eyes were fully upon the Ash'reem woman on the table, and his blatantly visible arousal twitched at the sight of her - as if it had a life of its own and could scent her exposed skin. "We seem to have misplaced our clothes," he said with a slight shrug, as if it was a cursory lie he had no mind to press upon anyone, or that he did not seem to see the import of saying something more believable. Even though he had answered Lucan, his fierce magnetic pull was fully aligned upon Amikris; his eyes undressing her to her bones and soul.

His frown growing darker, the CMO turned his eyes towards the Vulcan, whom was heading his way. Something was not right, yet he could not keep himself from admiring the movements of the female body that so unashamedly let his eyes feast. "Even if you are off duty," he said and cleared his throat austerely, "you should stay in your quarters and ask for garments over the comm. Now get out of here."

Oddly, as soon as the two had entered the room, Lucan did feel less and less inclined to send them off...

"Of course Doctor.  I'll go there right away." she replies nervously as her eyes open slightly and her nostrils began to flare outward.  "Something's not right....the smell's here."  The reaction came just before the doors entered, it placed Amikris almost in a trance as her breathing began to accelerate and deeper the surge of chemical reactions rushing through both mind and body as a light yellow milk like fluid began to pour from the 2nd of the secretion ducts on her arms. 

Gladstone was much closer to her when her eyes returned to normal and she stared at him in shock.  "What...what happened to you Lt?  You, something's colonized you somehow, whats wrong exactly?" She began to get up her body preparing to defend itself, well her mind tried to come up with a solution.  "We...we need to get away from them now...as fast as we can run." She turned to tell Lucan, her back turning on Gladstone to do so giving him amply opportunity to move in on her smaller form.

Hearing Amikris deducing that something about the two crewmen was so wrong that they would have to run, Lucan's eyes widened and he acted as any ordinary Starfleet Officer would. Even though it was for his own merit, and to facilitate his own impeccable façade, he still raised his tattooed hand and shouted for Amikris to look out.

Yet the bronze-skinned god-like Lieutenant did not hesitate to seize the ample opportunity that Amikris had happened to provide him in her affected condition. Lucan saw him across her shoulder, licking his fingers thoroughly before picking her up from the ground. His wet hand was shoved down the front of her uniform trousers and panties - groping deeply into her crotch. Holding her from behind, he suspended her weight upon the apex of her legs, while the other hand cupped one of her plastic-wrapped breasts. He even licked the surface of her 'ear', not caring one wit that Lucan was right there.

"Put her down!" shouted Lucan and took a step towards the accosted Cadet, yet the other one - the Vulcan Ensign - was in his way. Across Cir'Cie's small frame, the CMO saw the small shifting movements at the front of Amikris' trousers that indicated that Lt. Gladstone was squirming his fingers inside the Ash'reem. He could also hear her plastic wrapping protest loudly as Gladstone's other hand savagely stroked her bosom, going for a nipple and digging a hold around her heavy rounded mound. A part of him relished the sight, while the pragmatical side of him knew it was in his own best interest to save her from her assailant.

Yet in-between was the Vulcan Ensign, who's movements and body tantalised the primal side of his soul. Moreover, Amikris was probably secreting all over the area, and she had alluded that the two visitors were somehow contaminated. The semi-erection that the Ash'reem had given him previously had turned into an iron hard bar that strained against his trousers, and he stood slightly doubled over. His mind was a haze of lust and carnal needs.

Still, the residual presence of his symbiont fought to keep his mind aligned and towards his own true needs. His instinct was to run, to get away from this strange scene as quickly as possible, yet he also knew that it was his priority to appear the hero to the rest of the crew. If he fled now, he would be deemed a coward, and that would effectively ruin the good standing he had placed himself in. In this case, his interests coincided with that of Amikris', not to mention the rest of the crew - even if he had yet to grasp the full ramifications about what was happening.

The Vulcan, with superior physical strength, was in his bloody way. He might have to draw from his Caroôn powers, but to kill the two contaminated crew members would not serve his image either. He truly had no legitimate reasons for such gruesome acts, contamination or not. Yet he could still-

"Release her and back away," he rasped whilst gritting his teeth, his breath grown heavy with desire, "or I will burn you both to ashes..." In the dim light of the Med Lab, his struggle was less plain in his darkened eyes - rendered into black sockets of unknown depths. The shadows played over his husky skin as he clenched his tattooed fists by his sides - murder screaming to be done out of his ravaged heart. His worded warning proved obsolete...

...for just like that, he killed them all.

The Theurgy was still rife with power. He drew from the primary fusion reactors - sucked the electricity out of the wall panels - and watched the three humanoids engulf in scourging fire - screaming and falling to the floor. He watched them writhe where he stood, eyes red from the flickering firelight until the environmental systems kicked in to douse the flames.

Lucan blinked.

Cir'Cie was still smiling before him, Amikris was still at the mercy of Gladstone's embrace, and his shaking fists were still at his sides - the fires just a manifestation of his inner visions. Though his sudden bark cut eardrums, he still backed away from the Vulcan. "I said, release her!"

Cir'Cie smirked and made her advance moving confidently forward toward Lucan.  Each step intentional and seductive as she stared deeply into his eyes.  Licking her lips she stepped in closer and attempted to kiss him deeply and passionately.  One arm moved to wrap around his neck and drag him in closer well the other reached for his pants and began to attempt to remove them and stroke his shaft. "Why should he let her go? When she'll be enjoying herself so much soon....Do you want to enjoy yourself Doctor...I can promise you'll enjoy yourself for hours.....and hours."

Cir'Cie smirked as she began to press her form into his body and push into him slightly attempting to move him back against the wall or nearest table to make the process so much easier.  He'd be a great asset, a blessing for certain if they could convert him to their cause.

Meanwhile Amikris attempted to wiggle her way out, her hymen resisting the penetration of his finger strongly he attempted to violate her.  Her small ample breasts strained slightly under the stimulus as she struggled with Gladstone as best she could. "Let me go, or I'll...I'll hurt you severely." Her throat tightened the muscles noticeably swelling outward as the potential energy began to store in the muscle tissue.  She turned her face to glare at him as she moved to stroke at his shaft and bat it away from her rear.

When the Vulcan seamlessly leaped to embrace him, Lucan had not anticipated how sweetly she smelled, and how her scent seemed to numb his willpower to extract himself. Even the ever-present voice of his symbiont seemed startled, unsure what to do.

Still, Lucan just barely managed to wring his head away in time, so that her lips merely grazed and savaged the side of his neck. He did not know the import of that lucky stroke, not yet, but being a Doctor he supposed that direct contact with a vector of any sort was not very advisable. Yet her mouth felt so good on his ear and his neck, his jawline, his throat, and no matter how much he struggled against her as he backed away, her hand still managed to free his member and stroke it. Also, in trying to fend her off, his hands - subconsciously - came to push a her chest. He filled his tattooed hands with her ripe breasts, and could not help noticing their weight and softness, to feel her nipples graze his palms.

He was by no means weak, being a Caroôn, and he exercised frequently, yet his will to fight her seemed - to himself - ebb away under her persuasion. Rubbed away with the movements of her fingers along his heated shaft. In his struggle to keep his mouth away from her hungry lips, he managed to see what Lt. Gladstone was doing - just when he stumbled back into a diagnostics table and tipped over on his back - Cir'Cie on top of him.

Seeming to have encountered some trouble with groping the Ash'reem - for reasons Lucan had no time or mind to decipher - Gladstone used his lower hand to yank down her lower garments. He was tearing them off whilst she hung suspended upon his upper arm. They caught at her ankles, but he did not seem to mind. Instead he lay her down on the deck with her face down - his enlarged manhood swaying ad slapping against her exposed butt during the struggles. Errantly, Lucan thought Amikris was about to be sodomised by the Science Officer, and that she would be contaminated in the fashion that Amikris feared their assailants were.

Yet it seemed that the Lieutenant had a mind to go about things a more traditional way, for he suddenly turned her over and held her down with the strength of her arms upon her shoulders. He wriggled her thighs wide with his hips, and sucked at a nipple through the plastic wrappings she still wore. A cursory thing, since his shaft was sliding along her crevice - his hips bucking towards her in simulation of  the imminent penetration...

Then... Lt. Gladstone lay his lips against hers, kissing her deeply there upon the deck - just as the head of his cock pressed firmly against... the resistance of her hymen?

That Amikris was a virgin had not really occurred to Lucan yet, and the thought, along with the demanding actions of the Vulcan that he struggled against on top of the diagnostics table, made his head reel towards letting Ensign Cir'Cie get what she wanted - since that was also something he now craved for. Yet not like that! No, he needed to be in control, somehow. How could he fight her on her terms and not be exchange any contaminating fluids..? He had no answer ready, but to try and push at her hips so that she could not impale herself upon his throbbing arousal. He cried out in anger and frustration at himself for resisting the astounding woman that merely wished to make him enjoy himself, or for some other reason too... Yes, to remain sane, and to save Amikris. Perhaps it was too late for her, but...

But what? His reasons and reservations seemed to de-materialise, and his shaking arms and grips had begun to seek out her curves. When he pushed her back, he pushed at her breasts, and it made her grind against him too. When he pushed at her face, his fingers grazed her lips. When he pushed her hips down from his legs, he could feel her wet womanhood smear against his cock with its juices.

An image of her burned face resurfaced from his earlier vision, and it made him lash out with his powers - finally. It was a random thing caused by a last resort of panic, but the burst of flames ignited from his tattooed hands - currently positioned upon her sides. She might have seen the flames lick his fingers before it happened - notice how the lights in the room dimmed to near pitch-blackness - but either way she managed to disentangle herself in time, the flames roared briefly in he darkness.

Amikris continued to struggle as she began to realize just how futile her physical efforts were.  Her mind began to process a new plan, she wasn't about to give herself to this, this abomination? Lt Gladstone was a nice man overall but this wasn't him anymore.  It was whatever this symbiont? Parasite? Disease was that had claimed his mind and body.  The fear and thoughts only helped tense her throat more as her brain began its rapid work.  Simply exploiting the 'junk' DNA reminiscent that had shaped much of their body's non-humanoid structures.  Predatory instincts present since the Ash'reem first swam in the primordial soup of their homeworld, emerging as creatures not so different from Terran frogs.  Before Sargon and his people changed them, before their nature had been altered to be more human like. 

Amikris's eyes closed as her mind did the unconscious calculation, a target well beyond her assailants head, Vector, force, target...vector, force, target.  The process causing her forehead to twitch slightly just as her jaws and face clenched into action.  The muscles in her throat releasing their stored energy and her facial muscles adjusting the direction of the tongue in her throat.  It was over in less then a second for Gladstone.  A sudden sharp piercing pain at the back of his throat, a ripping sensation as muscles and connective tissue was bruised then torn, and then a tingling emptiness in his body.  His head barely feeling anything as his spine was severed in one clean blow. 

A splattering of blood out the back of Gladstone's neck signified the end of his life, as the 2nd vertibrea in his spinal column was forced out through the skin by a muscular worm like tongue that wiggled slightly as if grasping at something violently before retracting back into Amikris's mouth fully.  His body slumped to the ground as nerves no longer had instructions to keep muscles tense, a limpness coming over most of his body as his breathing stopped entirely, and his heart began to slow.  Amikris turned her head to the side and spit out the red fluid that coated the inside of her mouth trying to cleanse herself of the contaminating fluid as she struggled to regain her balance and shake off the slight headache that came from the mental strain required. 

Cir'Cie's heard the sound of the skin ripping like paper, and then the sound of a body hitting the floor.  This distracted her enough to take her attention from Lucan.  As she lined up the last movement she hesitated the tip of Lucan's shaft pressed against her nether lips as she prepared for the final thrust to claim him for their 'master'.  That hesitation was all that Lucan needed, as the flames sparked from his hands it further reached out to run across her skin.  The pain caused her to jump back his tip breaching just inside of her its warm fluids coating the very edge of his shaft just before she pulled herself away running from the agony that now crossed her sides.  Cir'Cie did what any creature did when faced with fire, she fled.  Leaving the two of them alone. 

It did not take many moments before Dr. Nicander stumbled off from the diagnostics table, and he was in inner turmoil about running after the Vulcan he had just burned or... what? What was the right choice? Yes, to look after the Cadet. To see if she was unscathed. He shook his head to clear his mind... and blinked at the gore that Amikris had made. There was splatter of blood across the smooth grey ceiling, and the naked Science Officer lay on the floor with his head at an unnatural angle - his vertebrae sticking out from underneath the base of his skull.

The sight, which Lucan found quite palatable had it not been for the complications it meant for him, served to clear a lot of the haze - thinning the fogs of desire. He had not come so far that he had by being a dim-wit, and he thought on his feet daily, so he immediately found sequence and priorities that adhered to the rather embarrassing incident. He may still have had his trousers unbuttoned and his erection still throbbed for more, yet the talons of his mind - honed by his melded symbiont - cut through the twaddle like a laser.

"Listen to me, Cadet. Since we are currently forced to assume the worst about this... contamination," he said through ragged breaths as he made his way over to the Ash'reem, "yours and mine actions still hold water; we acted in self-defence and in the best interest of the ship. Think naught of this, but rather how we now have to decontaminate ourselves from... whatever this is." He used her rank to snap her out of any residual trauma, and only took the time to try and ease her mind about killing Lt. Gladstone since that was what an Officer a tad more truthful than himself would have done. He rested his tattooed hand upon her shoulder and squeezed i briefly. "Follow me, and save it for Counselling..."

He headed for a small room seldom used in a modern Sickbay - the Decon Chamber - which in earlier instalments from the mid-22^nd century was used for decontaminating crewmembers after exposure to the potentially dangerous environmental conditions, life forms, materials, airborne bodies, or other contaminants found in alien environments. By the 23^rd and 24^th centuries, the instalment became obsolete aboard Federation vessels, as Transporter biofilters and advanced shipboard ventilation systems ruled out the necessity for such a device. Yet now, when the environmental systems were largely down from the damage the Theurgy had suffered, they had limited means to address their current situation but to resort to unorthodox means.

Utilizing a combination of now far developed ultraviolet radiation and various topical skin gels to achieve effect, Lucan had to stop by he replicator outside the door. "I need epicutaneous gels, three cans, for biological contaminants, type: Group VII." In medicine, a topical medication was applied to body surfaces such as the skin or mucous membranes, and it was an effectively direct measure to rinse their bodies as best as they might before whatever they might have gotten would spread. After receiving the cans, Lucan led the way into the decon chamber and switched on the blue lights.

"Your wrappings are tight enough to protect you, so you need not remove those - and this is not being me that is partial to not reap the full effect of your secretions," he murmured distractedly as he removed his dishevel undershirt and already-opened trousers. He hurriedly yanked off his underwear as well - residual images of Cir'Cie imposing upon his concentration. By the apparent state of things, Lucan's phallus had not forgotten her either, but it did not stop him from switching on the steam and sonic purification features of the modern decontamination room - the wetness, vibrations and warmth washing over the two of them.

"What do you make of it, given your advantageous perception of these things?" he said loudly, overriding the sounds of the small chamber they shared with his voice, opening one of the cans of gel and filling hi palm with the transparent liquid. There was an edge of urgency to his tone, yet that was to be expected after all, despite how Lucan hated to have been caught off guard like this. His life was a life of absolute control, and now he could not even stop himself from shaking with anger, stress, and a small amount of fear.

If Cir'Cie had managed to contaminate him below skin-level... It was impossible to tell, but her nectar covered his lower body from all the struggle - the wetness gleaming in the ultraviolet light. There were degrees to all contaminations too, but Lucan could not know more than what he had seen...

Presiding over all his thoughts were the urge to finish what had been started; the carnal need for release that threatened to overtake his senses. He feared he would loose his mind otherwise, or rather loose it in a way he already hadn't...

It was at this point that, from the back of sickbay, Nurse Jovela wandered out. She was just coming off shift, having spent the last few hours cataloging the samples and materials she had brought back from the planet. She had found it a nice, if slightly boring land, but then her work had been important but also dull. She had stuck to her tent, as samples had been brought to her. None of them were interesting, she had not concerned herself with any of the planets fauna or flora, instead bringing on board a lot of soil, water and other such samples, testing and analysing them for possible harvesting of raw materials. There were some good leads, and she had filed them in a report, which even now sat, waiting in the computer.

She yawned and streached out, her uniform outlining her curves in every sensual swell. She then noticed the lack of activity in the sickbay, and raised an eyebrow. "Hello?" she called out, beginning to look around, trying to locate the other medical staff.

Amikris seemed to be quite unsettled in the decon room as she entered.  Glancing out the observation window as she did she stripped off the last of her uniform and wrappings a faint unsettling sensation spreading through the room as her mood effected the pheromones she was secreted subtly.  She handed him some of the cream and looked for a transparent bottle on the shelves.  It wasn't widen spread throughout the ship but she had ensured that Ethyl alcohol had been stored in the decon room encase of any exposure she might have on the journey.  Ethenol being one of the pure disinfectants that was effective under almost all circumstances, at a 95% solution it killed almost all microscopic organisms within minutes.

She opened the bottle hesitantly and glances nervously at Lucan before opening her mouth and pouring the clear almost water like fluid into her mouth.  The look of pain on her face was quite evident but she sealed her mouth shut almost instantly and began to slosh it around inside the large cavity that served as a mouth.  Various facial muscles changing as they shifted the muscles inside her toothless mouth about steadily spreading the alcohol evenly throughout.  The burning sensation of the purified reagent grade ethanol was evident in her eyes though as she winced several times.  She offered the bottle to him as she resealed it and then continued sloshing it around for ten minutes.  At which point she moved to the safty drain and spit it out coughing and gagging as she reached for several water bottles to drink.  Her skin color had turned several shades lighter, now almost a pale Cyan color. 

She began to drink the water and moved back over to him after the second bottle speaking as her color began to return to her skin. "How badly were you contaminated?  Did any of her body fluids get on any open wounds or bruises?" She asked with concern as she opened a third bottle of water and moved to help wash his lower torso with disinfectants, using the nearly perfect seal of her two thumbs crossing to assist in cleaning Lucan's shaft, and coating it with the disinfectant fluids.

Lucan's shattered mind registered the actions of the Cadet, how she made no comment on his words and looked out the small air-tight window into the Sickbay - supposedly to see whether there was anyone in view - before removing all of her clothing, including her wrappings. Dr. Nicander's thoughts were already stretched thin over numerous things to consider, and the fact that Amikris was secreting her worries did little to remedy his own.

Deftly smearing the glistening disinfectant gel over his upper body, where Cir'Cie had kissed his skin and raked her nails. Lucan did register the nigh self-mutilating measures the Cadet took to rinse her oral cavities with a bottle marked to contain almost pure Ethenol. Wise, he supposed, given Lt. Gladstone's way to die. Still, despite the vibrations and the warm fog in the chamber that served as a high-end sonic shower, the lingering scent of Cir'Cie still made him drink in the sight of the Ash'reem in the blue light - making him feel like his famished loins were crumbling in need for release.

He was just about to address his lower body's glimmering trails of Vulcan sex-juices when Amikris moved over to him in the small chamber and asked how he had fared. her proximity did not help him the least, but he grit his teeth to find some sliver of restraint left so that he might answer her. "I honestly do not know, and I cannot leave anything to chance." It was not productive to recall just how far Cir'Cie had gotten with her forceful seduction, but images from moments earlier flashed before his eyes. "She rubbed her labia all over my lower abdomen, my thighs and along my penis... I cannot be sure, but it felt like my gland momentarily entered her just before she released me and fled."

He had barely finished speaking when he found hat the Cadet had moved to assist him. She was shorter than him, and while she stood so close before him, she was using her hand to rub disinfectants over the areas he had described. He grunted, head swimming with residual urges, when her Ash'reem six-fingered hand began to milk at his rigid shaft. "Amikris, I..."

What was he supposed to say? The darker side of his soul rejoiced in her actions, finding this an ample opportunity, yet he knew that she - with her cultural differences - only meant to help him. He ought to be helping her too. How could he not, since his carnal needs and his precautions, his official role on board and in his enactment of a good officer all coincided on that point. He had to help her too, and not just stand there before her and revel in her ministrations. Thus, breathing very heavily from what she was doing and his manhood twitching in ardent need for more, he dipped both his hands in turn into his canister of gel and put it on a shelf.

He began with her neck and then her cheeks, her brow and then the lips that Gladstone had kissed. He brushed his thumbs across them, before moving down. Her breasts had probably been protected, yet he still filled his tattooed hands with them, stroking out the gel over her mounds and her crests. Her hands on him was too much, and he supposed he would have to warm her. "I... Pardon me, but I should w-warn you that you will make me..."

Lucan did not have to finish his sentence, she would know what he meant. Through the stimuli he was under, an image of Gladstone rubbing his penis along Amikris' vagina resurfaced, and he proceeded, very slowly so that she might stop him, down her abdomen. "He was inside you, wasn't he - only your hymenkept him at bay in the final moments..."

As the Cadet stroked his cock, he slipped a finger down between her legs, rubbing the gel very gently into the opening of her sensitive womanhood. Facing her thus, standing there in the decon room, he looked into the tinted glasses of her goggles and wondered what she might be thinking - doing this to her CMO, and begin given the same treatment in turn. The symbiont screamed at him to break her seal, yet his more rational side always won out, and he did not do more than was required.

In order to keep himself from exploding all over her abdomen, he was considering how it would look if they were seen, and what the next shift would think when they found the body on the floor. They could not linger too long, he reckoned between the noises he was making deep down in his throat. With his lips pursed, he resisted the urge to slant them across the Cadet's and kiss her extraordinary mouth... since it was hardly called for. It was the contamination, the scent if nothing else, that made him thrust his hips lightly against Amikris hand wanted her to use that mouth on him, yet he forced himself to silence. He continued to rub her nether lips and the shallow entrance to her chaste grotto, and did not know how his other hand had come to stroke up and down her back - his breath fogging up her goggles even more than the steam was doing. Still he did not speak, though his lips were drifting closer and closer to hers.

Their actions were only accompanied by the hum and the swirling fogs of the chamber. He had to maintain posture somehow, even if the silence had stretched far too long than seemly. "We n-need to... ngnh... to make a serum, s-some kind of antidote right away... Yet we must make sure were have not been infected... first..."

Jovela shrugged, her shoulders lifting and falling in a way that was, by genetics and training, aimed at being pleasing to the eye. It seemed unusual that she didn't find anyone, but then, perhaps they had to attend to private business in the head? It was possible, although not telling her or launching the EMH was against procedure.

Ah, but of course they were under power restrictions, weren't they? She vaguly recalled an order to only launch the EMH in a life of death situation. But regardless, it would not do to leave the sickbay unattended, so she went to sit down on a bed when she saw... a foot? She walked over to it and gasped when she saw that it was a body. The state of his clothing didn't bother her as she knelt down and grabbed a tricorder and quickly scanned him. He had stopped breathing, and his heart had stopped in the past few seconds. She glanced around for a brief second, but there was no doctor, and she had no choice.

"Activate Emergency Medical Hologram Mark 1" she called out, as she continued to scan the patient. There was an... oddity, there was some sort of contamination in his blood, but she had no time for that, his neck was broken and she needed to get it fixed ASAP.

There was a shimmer in the air, and the EMH mk. 1 materialised on the other side of the naked body on the floor.

"Please state the nature of the medical emergency," it said, and the dim light of the Med Lab glinted off his glabrous head when he turned to look down upon the body. There was a pause and a small sigh before he crouched down. "I see... Nurse, please hand me a medical tricorder. Thank you."

After receiving it, the hologram scanned the dead body briefly and stood up, rolling his eyes before handing the medical instrument back to Jovela. "My unerring diagnosis is that this crew member is dead. Even though I might be able to resuscitate his heartbeat, it will not matter since - if you spare a glance to this area and the pool of blood I am standing in, and why not further consider the bone-fragments lodged into the ceiling - you will find that the top of his spine has been rammed out of his neck. So even if I would give him a proverbial jump-start, there would be too little blood present to feed oxygen into his cut-off and already deceased brain.

"Oh, and to add a little cherry on the top, the body is rife with some kind of unknown contaminant that would need an equally unknown amount of time to find a cure for. Time, which this patient does not have any more. I'm a doctor, Nurse, not a deity."

Raising an eyebrow, the EMH folded his hands behind his back. Another sigh emphasised his lack of patience and terrible bed-side manners.

"Could you please deactivate me before you take this body to the morgue and add my diagnosis to his journal?"

Jovela shook her head. "Thank you. Computer, deactive the EMH please." she said, sighing. She had known it was hopeless even as she had activated him, but still, she had felt a duty to have a doctor offically call it, that was procedure after all. As the Doctor vanished, she stood up and straightened out her uniform. She picked up a padd off the desk and quickly wrote in the details, stating his time of death and affixing the diagnostic that the EMH had given. She finished filing the report and then looked at the body. What was going on? How had this happened? Where was everyone? Questions that needed answers. But right now, she had a body to move. And since there was no-one around, she had little choice. She tapped her communicator. "Nurse Jovela to Transporter room, I have a body to transport to the morgue." she said, her voice, normally breathless and full of sex appeal calm and controlled. Of course, it still did sound like a sex goddess speaking, but at least it was a sex goddess who was filling out some paperwork or something. But Jovela awaited a reply regardless.

[Chief Counselor's Office]

Garen felt himself fighting against a yawn that had crept up on him suddenly. The Theurgy's new Chief Counselor frowned and looked at his chronomete, doing a double take when he saw the time.

Had he really been here most of the night? He'd only stopped by his new office to move his things in and review the former counselor's case files. Somehow he had completely lost track of time and the world outside his office.

Sighing, Garen shut down his computer and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. What a day this had been.

After closing everything down, Garen stood up from his desk and made his way out of the office. "Computer, lights off," he said, the counselor's suite darkening behind him as he left.

He hadn't gotten very far down the hall when he saw Lieutenant JG Jovela alone in one of the med bays, looking rather flustered.

"Nurse Jovela?" he said, frowning as he walked over to her. "Is there something wrong?" Garen answered his own question a moment later when he stepped into the med lab and saw the body. Visions of comrades lying dead in the caves of AR-558 flashed quickly through his mind's eye.

"What...what happened?" he was finally able to ask, tearing his eyes away from the body and looking at Jovela.

"I really don't know." Jovela said, as the body slowly vanished in the unmistakable shimmer of a transporter at work. "I've been in the storage room, cataloging samples from the planet, and I come out at the end of my shift to find no-one else around and a dead body lying in the middle of the medbay. I've just had Transporter Room 3 transport it to the morgue but... Do you have any idea what's going on?"

As she said this, her comm suddenly activated. "Transporter Room 3 to that fine, fine Nurse Jovela. Tell me honey, you alone down there in the medibay? You want some company?" came an unfamilar voice, a drawl from the southern parts of North America back on Earth. Jovela's brow crinkled, and she looked down at her badge in confusion. "Sorry, who is this? I was speaking to Ensign Fox a moment ago." she replied, ignoring the odd nature of the comments for now. She'd heard a lot more cruder terms in her life, and she wasn't fazed by such come ons. It used to be part of the job, now it was just something that happened.

"Oh, she's being looked after." came the reply, with the sounds of something like... a struggle? Something was happening in that room. "So, like I asked, you alone, or you got some friends?" the voice asked, as there were the sounds of buttons being pressed on the control panel.

Garen looked visibly relieved when the body dematerialized and left his sight. "I'm just as confused as you," he told Jovela. "I've been in my office all night, going through my predecessor's case files." He winced and brought his hand around to the back of his neck, a little embarrassed. "I guess I kind of lost track of time..."

The Betazoid listened carefully to Jovela's conversation with the man in Transporter Room 3. He could hear the sounds of a struggle in the background, as well, and something in the man's voice made the hairs on the back of Garen's neck stand up. When he heard the sounds of the man working at the transporter controls, he suddenly got a bad feeling and hurried over to Jovela. "No!"

Ignoring the nurse's protests, Garen snatched the Risan's combadge out of her hand and threw it across the room. The combadge smacked into the wall, then clattered to the floor, where it lay for a moment before it suddenly dematerialized in another transporter beam.

Garen exhaled in relief and flashed Jovela an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. Transporter Room 3 doesn't sound like a very safe place to be right now..."

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OOC: I hope this is okay. It sounded like that's what you were hinting at with the sounds of buttons being pressed, but if you had something else in mind let me know and I can change this.

(OOC: That's cool. Hopefully what follows is also cool, if you don't like it, tell me and I'll rewrite. ;))

Jovela looked at him, her chest heaving slightly. She had been worried he was about to attack her or something when he yelled and lunged at her, but she noticed the badge's vanishing. "All right, what's going on here?" she asked, turning back to him, before her vision was filled with the sparkle of transportation.

After a moment, both of them, and the medbay bed, and all the random pieces of equipment within a few meters of the two medical personel materialised in the transporter room. "Bit wasteful, but area beaming still works!" came that same southern drawl. Now they could see who was speaking, an older looking man wearing the tattered remains of an engineer's uniform. It had been torn mostly off him, only the cuffs and collar area remained, the vast majority of his uniform was gone, his skin bare.

Next to him was a bizarre tableau, wherein Ensign Fox was pressed against a wall, one crewman tearing at her uniform, exposing her private areas to the room, while the other was forcing his tongue into her throat, it seemed. While she was pushing against them, her pushes were becoming weaker and weaker. Next to them another crewman, a young Bajorian man, lay on the floor, while one woman rode his thick shaft, another grinding her sex onto his eager face. The obscene sounds filled the air as the engineer clicked his tongue. "And here I was, hoping you'd bring another cute nurse. Ah well, I'm sure we can find a girl for him. But I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you, you sexy piece of tail. Come over here." he said, smiling at her as he walked from behind the controls, his cock huge, thick and pointing right at the nurse, who had her hand over her face.

Dammit, I had left Risa to avoid this sort of thing...

(OOC: That's cool. I wasn't quite sure where you wanted to go with it. I probably should have PM'd you about it, but oh well, it all worked out! ;))

Garen had just started to reply to Jovela when they were both suddenly enveloped in a transporter beam. He'd hoped that whoever was in Transporter Room 3 would give up once he'd separated Jovela from her combadge, but apparently that had been too much to hope for.

"By the Four Deities," Garen breathed as he got a look at the small orgy going on in Transporter Room 3. Just what in the hell was happening?

It took a moment for Garen to recover from his surprise, but he managed to do so in time to notice the Southerner, almost completely naked, making his way toward Jovela. Garen quickly interposed himself between the nurse and the engineer, reaching forward and roughly pushing the Southerner away from them both, knocking him back into the transporter console. "Back off, asshole."

He glanced back over his shoulder at Jovela. "We need to get out of here."

Jovela could only blankly nod, as she took his hand and prepared to run towards the door. But as she turned, one of the women who had been riding on Bajoran had stood up. Despite the fact that she had wonderful curves, Jovela unable to prevent herself from  checking out the beautiful woman, she still was a threatening force. She must have been a security officer, as she blocked their path towards the door, a predatory smile on her face. "Come on, it'll be fun. We can share him!" she said, nodding to Garen. Jovela stewed for a moment, as if debating it, and then she slapped the woman across the face.

It was hardly a devistating blow, but it did catch the woman off guard, and she stumbled to her side, in the direction of the slap. This caused her to stumble into the southerner, who was just getting back up, and the two tumbled over the transporter controls. As they fell to the floor, Jovela could hear a bone breaking on impact, but all she heard were the two of them moaning as they intertwined. But as they had rolled over the controls, the transporter started back up, engulfing Jovela, Garen, and all the random supplies in another transporter beam, Jovela closing her eyes, hoping they'd end up back in sickbay.

Garen did a double-take when Jovela smacked the Bajoran woman and sent her toppling back into the Southerner. Before Garen and Jovela could make a beeline for the door, though, the other two somehow managed to activate the transporter during their writhing.

"Not again," Garen groaned just before he dematerialized.

The blinding blue-white transporter beam shimmered out of his sight a moment later, and Garen had to blink as his eyes suddenly adjusted to darkness. He let go of Jovela's hand and spun around in a slow circle, looking around to get his bearings, and then groaned.

"Well, the good news is, we're not stuck in a room full of rapists," he said. "The bad news is we're not even on the ship anymore."

As Jovela opened her eyes, Garen waved a hand toward the nearby jungle, dimly lit beneath the night sky. "Welcome to Niga."

Jovela looked around, confused, until her eyes adjusted and she could see the jungle in the distance. She then looked at Garen. "Well, maybe you should deactivate your combadge for now, they might be able to detect it and beam it back. I may have spent a few hours down here, but I don't want to be here alone. Then we find somewhere to camp." she said, leaning over at the waist to pick up the various tools and devices that had beamed down with them. Most of them would probably end up not being useful, but she felt safer for having them. She knew that she should really kneel, or at least bend at the knees, but years of dancing and 'dancing' tended to leave their mark, some actions she did without thinking, and bending over to show off her rear was one of them, her ass pointed in Garen's general direction as she picked up the devices. She then stood up and looked at him. "Any ideas which way to go?" she asked, rubbing an arm with the other, her heaving chest lifted slightly by the action.

Garen reached down and plucked his combadge off of his chest, turning the device over in his hands for a moment. He tapped it once with a finger, frowning when he didn't hear the usual chirping sound. "It doesn't look like I have anything to worry about. That last transporter beam must have done something to its circuits."

He stuck the damaged combadge back onto his chest and looked up just in time to see Jovela's shapely ass staring him right in the face. He blinked in surprise, but didn't look away. He might have been half-human, but he was raised a Betazoid, and the Betazoids did not share humanity's proclivity for prudishness.

When he reached out to Jovela with his mind, he could sense her anxiety. But he didn't need to be an empath to see that the night air was making her cold. He walked over to her and unzipped his uniform overshirt, placing the grey-and-black garment around Jovela's shoulders.

"Here, let me take those," Garen said, offering to take the assorted devices out of her hands. He looked around again and nodded toward the jungle. "I think the away team found a clearing near here. We can rest there, and then in the morning I'll see if I can use some of this stuff to try and fix my combadge so we can get out of here."

"Oh, thank you." Jovela said, smiling at the counciler as she wrapped the jacket around herself. She nodded. "All right, but we'll have to be careful, we may... Well, I was about to say we may have to contact Starfleet directly, but then that's not going to happen, is it?" she said, sighing. She looked at the tools he was now carrying. "That's not a lot to form a long term camp with." she said, shaking her head. "But lead on." she said, again smiling at him, trying to be brave.

But as they walked, her thoughts, inevitably, turned back to the scene just a few moments ago in the transporter room. Yes, it had seemed to be that they were attacking Ensign Fox, and yet... She seemed to be giving in quicker than usual... And what was worse, Jovela was, well, desperate.

Despite her attempts to be professional and to put her past life behind her, she still found herself seeking out a few partners for sex in every posting. She just felt better if she had some release, and she made an effort to pick crewmembers who were out of the way, low on the food chain, both so that they would be not ones to spread gossip and also out of some sort of muddled desire to improve their lives. They may have a crappy posting, but she could give them something to enjoy.

On the Theurgy, she had found 4 Crewmen who worked down in Recycling, 3 humans and an unjoined Trill, who were perfect. She had, in the first few weeks on board, enjoyed several sessions with them, including one memorable orgy with all of them at once. But they were all killed in one of the first attacks by the Federation ships, and given the situation the ship had found itself in, she had denied herself contact, since sex was the last thing that she should be doing, with the ship in such chaos.

But now, as they walked, she kept thinking back to the scene before her, as she thought about those males with their hands all over Ensign Fox, and about being the one lapping at her sex, or joining in on the three writhing bodies on the floor... Her thoughts stuck, and as she walked, she got progressively hotter as she thought about it, her labido releasing a lot of pent up frustration, her uniform slowly beginning to wetten in the crotch...

Garen walked alongside Jovela, his mind whirling as he tried to process everything that had just happened. It had been an intense couple of weeks, what with Starfleet hunting them down, and then the crew apparently all turning into sex-crazed psychopaths. Now he was trapped on this planet with no way of calling for help.

And even if he could call for help, he wasn't entirely sure if he'd want to right now. He had no idea how far the madness had spread throughout the ship. What if he and Jovela just ended up right back where they had started?

Well, it's certainly not the worst thing that could happen, he reasoned. Jovela was an incredibly attractive woman, seemingly without even trying to be. Garen wasn't ashamed to admit that the sight of her bent over in front of him had stirred his lust. His arousal only grew more intense as they walked; his senses were almost overwhelmed by the intense feelings of arousal that Jovela was experiencing.

"You do realize I know what you're thinking about, don't you?" he asked her, grinning. They soon came to the clearing Garen had mentioned, and the Betazoid stopped, looking down at Jovela as he turned to face her.

"I suppose now's as good a time as any to say that I've been thinking the same thing." He put down the tools he'd been carrying and reached up to brush a lock of dark hair away from Jovela's face. "You don't have to hide your feelings from me, Jovela. Even if you could. On Betazed we always strive to be true to ourselves. You don't have to pretend like you're someone else when you're with me."

Garen stepped closer to Jovela, smiling down at her, his black eyes looking deeply into hers. He could feel her wrestling with her desire, and in his mind he urged Jovela to just let go and enjoy it, to be true to herself.

Jovela had stopped dead in her tracks at his comment, staring at him for a second. And then she rolled her eyes. "Of course, Betazoid... Should have remembered." she muttered to herself, as she strode to keep up.

When they made the clearing, she looked up at him, the extra inches he had in height over her something she was used to. Most men seemed to like being taller than the woman. And women were a little all over the place, but that didn't matter now. She blinked a couple of times, as he brushed some hair out of her face, before smiling. "Well... It's just that I know Starfleet is such a professional operation..." she said, her hands reaching up to the fastener of his uniform, slowly pulling it down. "You have to be focused on the job at hand at all times..." she continued, as she slowly slid down to her knees, pulling the fastener down as far as it would go. "You're not supposed to get distracted...." she said, her face locked in a sarcastic serious pout. "Or to let your baser instincts rule you." she said, as she pulled down on his uniform, not pausing until she had it off, and began to pull it down his body. "Focus. It's important, right?" she said, before her hands reached under the material of his uniform and saught out his shaft, gripping it in a light but steady grip. She looked up at him innocently as she began to stroke it, while pulling his uniform down to expose his body to her as she knelt before him.

"Very...nnngh...important," Garen gasped as he felt Jovela's soft hand grip his rapidly hardening shaft. The Betazoid shivered as the Risan slowly began to stroke him, feeling himself growing harder in her tender grip.

He looked down at her, grinning at the innocent, almost teasing, expression on her face. "Which is why...aaahh...I think it's best that we get this out of our systems now," he added, reaching down and gently taking hold of her chin and tilting her face up toward his. "So that we can better focus."

Garen winked down at Jovela and leaned in toward her, his lips brushing against hers briefly before he kissed her, moaning softly against her lips as the nurse continued stroking his thick shaft.

Jovela rose to her feet as he kissed her, letting him stand more upright as their lips touched. But after a moment, she broke away, leaning back. "Well then, Councillor, in that case, I must insist you let me perform this medical procedure without delay. This does need my urgent attention." she said, squeezing his shaft to reinforce her point. She looked behind them. "Ah, this will do nicely. Please, lie down here, and let the nurse take care of you." she said, turning on her charm, her voice now dripping with desire. She led him by gently pulling on his shaft, towards a large stone, warn smooth from decades of rain and wind, and then guided him to lean on it, the surface sloped just enough to let him lie back and give Jovela access to his body. She yanked down on his uniform, revelaing his shaft to the cool jungle air. "Yes indeed, this is serious. Let's see if this works, shall we?" she said, looking up at him with the same innocent but deterimined look on her face, before she leant down and took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft, instantly sucking with loud slurps as her head began to bob up and down over it, her hands running from base to her lips and back again.

"Oh, fuck!" Garen groaned as Jovela sucked his throbbing shaft between her lips. His head fell back onto the smooth stone, eyes closing for a moment as he felt the Risan work her hands and mouth up and down his rock-hard member, listening to the sounds of her lips sucking him into her mouth.

He could feel Jovela's delight as she sucked him. Her desire was practically radiating from her in waves, bombarding Garen's senses, which just made the pleasure he was feeling that much more intense.

He opened his eyes again, looking down at her, watching the gorgeous Risan bobbing up and down on him. Garen smiled, encouraging Jovela with his moans, instinctively hunching his hips up toward her, urging her to take more of him. He reached down and brushed Jovela's hair out of her face, coiling the dark tresses around his hand so he could see her better.

"Mmmm...you're very good at this, Nurse," he moaned, shivering with pleasure. "I think your treatment is working."

Jovela moaned, his groans and moans like music to her ears. For all her desires to be taken seriously, for all her hang ups about her past and her culture, about how Risa and Risans were seen by both outsiders and themselves, she still loved sex. As she slid her mouth back and forth over the thick shaft of the Betazoid, she felt at home, she felt wonderful. Even stranded on an alien world, in the middle of the jungle, she was in control. She rose up until only the tip of the shaft was encased in her mouth, her tongue flicking over the head, and then she looked up, her eyes on his. Filled with lust, her eyes never left his as she slowly slid down, further and further, her gag relflex long since trained and controlled. She forced his entire length into her mouth and throat, her eyes still on his, and then...

She hummed, a simple Risan tune. But the sound never made it out, as instead the sensations passed into his length, her mouth and throat vibrating around his length. She then pulled up, his shaft emerging from her mouth with a loud pop. "Oh yes..." she moaned softly after catching her breath. "I do believe this is working well..." she added, her hands still jerking him as she spoke, before she again dived down onto his shaft, long, deep strokes, forcing his entire length in and out of her mouth and throat, her own sex dripping with her fluids.

But her own desires would come later, for now, she focused on the task at hand, of giving the very best blowjob she could, regardless of the circumstances.

The clearing was almost completely silent, but for Garen's moans and the sounds of Jovela sucking him off. Garen's jaw clenched, letting out a long, low moan as the sensations began to get the better of him. He sat up slightly, his hands pushing his upper body off of the large, smooth stone, and stared down at Jovela, his heart pounding in his chest as the Risan nurse's skills quickly took him to the edge.

"Jov...ngh...Jovela!" he gasped, feeling his orgasm approaching, ready to explode. "I'm about to...fuck...I'm gonna..."

Garen was unable to finish his warning as Jovela suddenly swallowed his length down again. He groaned as that put him over the edge, reaching out and putting his hands on Jovela's head as he suddenly came, his muscles spasming as his cum spurted into the Risan's warm, sucking mouth.

"Ooooohhh fffuuuuccckkk!"

Jovela would have smiled from ear to ear if her mouth wasn't busy at the time. Instead, she stayed where she was, his shaft embedded in her throat, and she swallowed and sucked, a mixture of gagging, swollowing and sucking noises filling the jungle air as she took every warm, delicious drop down her throat, her skills honed with years of practice as she managed to get every last drip of it, none of it escaping.

Well, almost, since she knew what most men liked. As his hands left her head, and his shaft twiched one last time (although not, if she had her way, for the last time that evening), she slowly slid up, her head rising off his shaft, her hands gently dragging along his slick length. She rose up, and with a sultry look in her eyes opened her mouth, showing him his seed, or at least, whatever she managed to keep in her mouth, most of it already down her throat. She swirled it around in her mouth, playing with it with her tongue, and then she swallowed, slowly, her throat muscles clearly defined as she ingested his seed. "So good..." she said, daintily wiping her lips with a finger then licking it. She glanced down at his shaft then back up at his face. "But I think, for testing, we'll need some more. Do you need some recovery time? Or perhaps some motivation?" she said, unable to stop a note of excitement into her voice at that last comment. It had been a while since she last performed for someone, and while she had ran away to avoid it, she still loved doing it. She just wanted to do other things as well. But here and now, she wanted very much to perform for the Betazoid...

Garen chuckled at Jovela's words, panting quietly as he tried to catch his breath. His entire body was still tingling from the intense orgasm.

He was still more than excited enough to continue, but he could tell from Jovela's voice that she wanted to give him a show. This whole thing had started because Garen could sense how much the Risan had needed this distraction. She clearly enjoyed the role she was playing right now; the last thing Garen wanted to do was deny her.

"I don't think any man could possibly be more motivated after that," he breathed, chuckling. He shook his head and looked Jovela over, his black eyes slowly making their way from her smiling, sultry face to her heaving breasts, and then further along her curvaceous figure. Garen bit his lower lip as he took all of her in. It seemed almost as if the Risan had been built for sex.

"But I certainly won't say no to seeing more," he finally added, smiling at Jovela as he looked back up at her face, eager to see the nurse's naked form, his still-hard cock twitching in anticipation.

"Good..." she said, trailing off. She slowly slid to her feet, before placing a hand on his chest. "No moving, no touching until I'm finished. Nurse's Orders." she said, before taking a few steps away. She closed her eyes, then began to move, slowly, her hips swaying to a non-existant beat. Although, had anyone been watching with a metranome, she was keeping perfect time, even without actual music.

Her body swayed slowly as she removed the jacket, undoing it casually before letting it fall to the ground, although she spun around to see where it landed. As she spun, she shook her body, causing her curves to jiggle and move in a pleasing way, before she ended up back facing him. Her delicate fingers went to her uniform, and she began to pull down the fastener, leaning forward as she did, her undershirt straining against her chest. She took some steps towards him, her hips swaying, as she slowly slid off one shoulder then the other, the top half of her uniform hanging, bunched at the waist. She then spun back around and slowly gathered the undershirt up, pulling it up and off her body, revealing her flawless skin to the jungle air. She tossed the undershirt over her shoulder, hoping it would land on him, although it only half did. She did not turn around, teasing him with her naked back and perhaps a hint of her breasts as she walked back to the jacket he had given her and bent over to pick it up.

She slid the jacket on and then did it partly up before turning around, now showing off some cleavage while hiding most of her breasts, a finger waving in the air, as if to say not yet. She turned back around and bent over, shaking her ass towards him, as her hands then slid down her body, and then back up, having undone her boots' clasps on the way. Another spin, and she kicked, the boots landing either side of him, just to the side of the stone on either side.

Now barefoot, she now began to dance rather than tease, her movements graceful as she spun, her head twirling her hair in wild circles, before she slowly dropped down into a near perfect splits, her hands running up her legs and into her hair, a look of joyful concentration on her face. She rolled out of the splits onto her hands and knees, and then rolled back to her feet, a few feet away from him, as she faced away from him and slowly, teasingly, pulled down the uniform, revealing her ass, clad only in a barely there thong cut panties. She stepped out of her uniform, turning back around.

Only then did her hands go back to the jacket, with one flick undoing the fastener. She grasped the jacket's sides in her hands, showing off some of the swell of her breasts. She teased one, showing some more skin, followed by the other one. She spun around again, and then briefly flashed him before holding the jacket closed again. She then finally pulled the jacket apart, revealing her soft, perfectly formed orbs to him, her dark nubs clearly outlined against the jungle air, hardened and pointed. She slid the jacket off her arms, dropping it to the jungle floor once more. Then her hands went to her panties, playing with them, pulling them from side to side, teasing him with a half pull and then back up.

But as she teased, she walked closer, still swaying, until she was mere inches away. Then she finally pulled the flimsy material down, revealing to him her neatly trimmed patch of hair, in the old fashioned 'landing strip' design, and her sex, which was glinting in the pale light, moist and begging to be touched. She let the panties fall to the ground, as her hands openly rubbed her sex, spreading her lips, a soft moan escaping her lips as her fingers caressed her slit.

She then leant down, hovering over him. "So then, is the patient ready for another course of treatment?" she asked, her voice low and husky as her face rested a few inches away from his.

All throughout the show that Jovela had put on for him, Garen had wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch her, to feel her soft skin in his hands, but he knew better than to disobey the nurse's orders, and even if he had tried, Jovela always seemed to know when to dance just out of Garen's reach.

He watched in awe as she danced for him, slowly removing her clothes, enticing the Betazoid with every motion. His eyes were transfixed on the Risan's lithe, practiced movements. He knew she had likely done this sort of thing for many others in the past, but he didn't care. Right now, at this moment, she was all his.

Garen bit his lip again when Jovela finally, teasingly, removed the jacket he had given her, groaning softly as she bared her perfect breasts, the light from Niga's moon shining down on Jovela and giving her skin a silvery glow. His eyes locked with hers as she came closer to him, her body swaying, and he heard himself moan as Jovela slowly let her panties fall, the sight and scent of her aroused sex driving the already lust-crazed Betazoid mad.

He smiled at her, then, as she hovered over him, looking up into her eyes as he finally reached out to her, his hands slipping around to grasp her round, firm backside, squeezing the soft flesh gently. "More than ready," he breathed, leaning in closer to Jovela, his lips just barely brushing over hers. He suddenly spun her around, switching places with the Risan as he now pushed her back against the tall, smooth stone, grinning as he slowly, teasingly ran his hands up her naked body.

"But first, I think the nurse deserves a little attention herself," he told her, tilting his head to the side as he leaned in, breathing in Jovela's scent as he kissed the side of her neck, gently biting at her soft skin with his teeth. His hands slid up her flat stomach to grasp her large breasts, thumbs circling the erect nipples.

Garen smiled at Jovela, then slowly started making his way downward, his kisses trailing from her neck and shoulder and down her chest, his tongue trailing out to lick one of Jovela's dark nipples before slipping the little nub between his lips, sucking softly as he teased her other nipple with one hand. His other hand started to make its way back down Jovela's stomach, slowly slipping between the woman's thighs to find her wet slit.

Jovela gasped as he flipped her, slightly shocked at the move. She was used to men taking a back seat, most of the time they were content to let her do all the work. Not that she minded, hearing a man groan and moan as she worked on him was like music to her ears. But rarely did they take such an active role. She went to say something, went to reassure him he didn't have to, when his hands found her breasts, and began to tease her nipples. His movements told her he knew what he was doing, and she sighed, content, as he worked. "Well, rehabilitation is a two way street..." she muttered softly, as she began to shift slowly under his caresses, driving herself up to meet his advances, trying to get more sensations from his touch.

When his fingers found her sex she gasped, and let out a small, lustful giggle. "Oh my..." she added, as her sex eagerly coated the welcome intruder with it's liquid, begging for it to enter her, her hips thrusting gently upwards, trying to slide the hand deeper into her welcoming folds, her breathing now an almost consant rhythm of moans and gasps.

"Exactly. Sex is one of the most effective methods of emotional therapy, after all," Garen chuckled as he briefly pulled his mouth away from Jovela's breasts. He watched her, smiling, as her body writhed under him, loving the way the shapely Risan was reacting to his touches.

He teasingly slid two fingertips back and forth along Jovela's wet, sensitive folds, feeling her juices dripping down his hand. Every time the nurse thrust her hips toward him, he pulled away just slightly, denying her pussy the penetration it so craved, waiting until Jovela's need reached its highest point before finally pressing forward. Two of his fingers gently parted her folds, inching slowly up inside of Jovela.

Garen grinned at the Risan nurse, thinking that they would make quite a sight were someone to suddenly walk in on them. There they were, Jovela's lush, naked form leaning back against the rock while Garen stood in front of her, lewdly fingering her pussy. Her moans and gasps with each penetration was driving him crazy; his cock was even harder now than it had been before, amazingly.

"Does that feel good, Jovela?" he asked her as he took one of her breasts into his free hand, squeezing the soft flesh between his fingers, teasing the hard little nipple. He leaned in close to her, kissing and nipping at her neck and shoulder again as he started fingering her faster, moaning as his hard shaft rubbed against Jovela's stomach. As Garen slid his fingers up inside Jovela's pussy again, he curled them, finding her most sensitive spot and rubbing it hard.

Jovela's sighs took on a more urgent, pleading tone as he teased her, but then they relaxed into a more satifised, sexual groaning as his fingers slowly slid into her sex. She didn't care if they looked odd or bizarre, if anyone were to walk in on them she'd just invite them to join them. But for now she focused on the counciller's fingers as they slid back and forth inside her sex, a small puddle of her fluids collecting on the cold stone beneath her.

"Oh yes, it feels fucking amazing..." she gasped as he asked her, his fingers pressing against her most sensative areas, her hips slowly humping his hand, rising and falling from the stone. "But I think it'd feel much better with this..." she said, as her hand slid across her stomach and found his shaft, quickly sliding along it, her hand wrapped around and squeezing it encouragingly...

Amikris frowned slightly and blushed as he began to finger her.  It was unexpected and although part of her said it was necessary it made her more then a little uncomfortable to be so close to satisfying her own primitive drives.  Especially with a superior officer, everything her parents had taught her and the academy had pushed further into her mind said that it was very much wrong.  This caused her to shift slightly away from his hand as she stroked his shaft slightly swifter with her own, grasping it firmly between her two thumbs and fingers.  Thick white paste slowly spreading out over it as each stroke caused a slight tremor in her hand stimulating the gland.  "I...I think I'm fine Dr....really I am." She nervously said as she began to stroke faster the thick paste clinging to his skin and slowly pouring down out of her hand and along his shaft to his public region.  It almost was like partially melted butter in consistency. 

Garen grunted as Jovela took his shaft into her hand again, feeling her stroke him as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of her. He smiled as she squeezed him gently, and slowly pulled his invading digits out of her soaking wet sex. He reached around Jovela with both hands, cupping them under her ass, and lifted her up bodily, pulling her to just the right height.

He felt the Risan's legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and he groaned with need as he rubbed the swollen, leaking head of his cock against Jovela's slick, dripping opening. With the nurse still holding his shaft steady, he slowly lowered her onto him, grunting with pleasure as her warm and welcoming pussy slowly parted for him.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Garen moaned as Jovela settled all the way down on him. He hunched his hips up into her a few times, moving inside her with small thrusts, then slowly pulled back until his long shaft was almost completely out of her soft, clutching grip before suddenly thrusting upward again. He started fucking her then, groaning, holding Jovela's small body easily as she bounced up and down on him, his hips driving his rigid shaft into her again and again.

[ Meanwhile | Inside the Decontamination Chamber | Battle Sickbay | Primary Hull ]

A first, when Amikris pulled away from his fingers - leaving threads of her nectar and the Group IV gel between his tattooed hand and her slick pussy - Dr. Nicander might not have shown anything in his face...

...but in his distorted mind's eye, he was ramming his whole forearm up her cunt. Ash'reem blood and decon gel everywhere. The symbiont screamed excitedly for it to be made true. In fact, in the disoriented state Lucan was in after the nigh brush with full infection at the hands of Cir'Cie, the only thing that prevented Amikris to die in that eventful night in the Medical Labs...

...was the fact that she moved to stroke him harder, more quickly. Under the peculiar circumstances, her shyness rendered a rather jocular development with her suddenly increased rhythm. Comedy, indeed... had the man she sought to help been someone else. Her decontaminating secretions lathered and oozed over Lucan's rigid arousal, and he gasped hard in since he was already so close. Though he showed her nothing, and the biology of his Caroôn brain protected his thoughts, he did not wish to scare her somehow when the symbiont - or his affected mind, he did not know which - wished her such harm for denying proper release inside her body. His knees were already weak, so he leaned back against the wall as she took him across the percipience.

"Ahh!" he cried as he ejaculated all across her blue abdomen and breasts - warm cum splattering her...

...and he realised that not only did his desire abate, but his dissolved symbiont grew still too. The infection...

"Ah... Ah... You..." he swallowed in the aftershocks, a small chuckle escaping him, "...you cleared my urethra from the contaminant... Cadet. I... ah... Thank you..."

Lucan swallowed again and let her milk out the last of his cum - watched it mix with her own secretions upon her hand. "How are you feeling?"

She stared at the cum as it landed on her body with concern and then reached up wiping it off of her chest and cleaning herself as best she could of the contaminating fluids.  She listened half halfheartedly as he spoke.  Before reaching for her uniform and preparing to put it back on.  "I'm feeling a little light headed, and warm, but otherwise fine" she replied as she began to slip her shirt back on over her chest,.  "And yourself?  How are you feeling?  Any lingering sensations in your body?"

Her interest was of course out for his own health and survival but the way she said it made it sound slightly more, perverted.  Slowly her color was returning to its proper tones although some lingering paleness remained along her stomach and legs.  "Do you think this infection has spread far around the ship, or is it still early on?" She asked anxiously as she stood to put on her pants and panties now.

As soon as Lucan's legs supported him fully after his climax, he also moved to dress himself - the sonic vibrations and the steam having rinsed them both of excessive fluids. Before he answered, he picked up his garments and turned off the decontamination chamber - the lights returning to normal. Her choice of words let his imagination have a filed-day, yet he cleared his throat and answered in the manner she probably was expecting. "Now, I feel more clear-headed," he said and slipped on his underwear followed by his uniform trousers, "it seems we are both in the clear, but you should pay attention to any symptoms that might arise. I want you to inform me the moment the symptoms you have now change in any way."

Lucan felt more in control of his own body and his thoughts, certainly. He felt spent, naturally, and decided to address what had happened after he answered her question. He pulled on his undershirt and crouched down to attend to his discarded socks and shoes. "It's impossible to say, yet you and your parents have been feeling the scent during the day, so I hardly think these two are the only ones. Listen..."

He stood up and lay his tattooed hands upon Amikris shoulders, looking into her eyes. "We can let what happened here remain within these four walls. I will not put any details about how you helped me in the decontamination if you will return the favour. Such things are hardly of consequence, okay? We both had to do what we did, and the circumstances dictated our treatments. We'll not speak of it again, and I promise that it will not have any consequence in regard to how I assess your work here in Sickbay. I will still help you alleviate your addiction, and I will still keep it off the record. Moreover, I will put in my report how you had no choice but to defend yourself based on the poor information we had about the situation. The Lt. is dead, the winds caress his soul," he said, and made a small Caroôn gesture with his fingers when he said those words, "and the living cannot help him any more."

Removing the other hand as well from Amikris' shoulders, Lucan straightened - just as anxious as the Ash'reem about getting to work instead of lingering. They needed a cure, else this infection would sorely interfere with his plans for the ship... "I believe we have some work to do..."

Yet when Lucan pressed the button that opened the air-tight door, his eyebrows climbed when he saw the whole area cleared from tables, equipment or any other loose objects - including Lt. Gladstone's body. "By the father of storms... What..?"

"Thea, report the location of all transporter activity in the last hour?" Amikris asked as her mind raced placing events into place and frowning. "Our transporter rooms are compromised likely, they'd have been the initial vector anyways, since this disease likely comes from the surface anyways." Her eyes opened wider behind her goggles as an opportunity arrived.  "Lucan can you override the safeties on teleporters to have the machine place medications into the organic entities blood streams?" She asks anxiously as she began to pace anxiously as her thoughts cleared conceiving a plan to get a larger sample size of infected. 

Stepping out into the empty area, Lucan listened to the Cadet asking the Computer for the transporter logs.

[2420 hours, Transporter Room 1, One plasma conduit diagnostic tool, Location: Engineering, Destination-]

"This might take a while," commented Lucan, realising that they had too many Transporter Rooms and too little rime, "Computer. The body of Lieutenant Gladstone, can you locate it?"

[Affirmative. The remains of Lieutenant Gladstone is in the Morgue.]

Lucan exchanged a glance with Amikris, quite genuine relief that their infected specimen had not gone too far. "And where have all the things here in Medical Lab 1 gone?" he asked next, "Was it moved to the Morgue too? Some kind of malfunction? And who issued the transport to be done?"

[Two thirds of the medical equipment in Medical Lab 2 is currently upon the following coordinates upon the planet Niga: 421.675-6473. One third of of the medical equipment in Medical Lab 2 is currently in Transporter Room 3. The Transport of the remains of Lt. Gladstone was issued by Lt. JG Jovela and executed by Ens. Fox. The Transport of the medical equipment in Medical Lab 2 was first issued by Ens. Warner, and secondly by Ens. Warner, both Transports were executed by Ens. Warner. All aforementioned Transports were sequenced through Transporter Room 3. All Transporters are functioning within normal perimeters.]

Frowning, Lucan could not make much sense of what might have transpired, but in focus of what was important, he reckoned that his Head Nurse had been right outside, finding the body and beaming it to the Morgue. The rest was a mystery there was no time to solve. "Where is 'Lt. Jovela now?"

[Lt. JG. Jovela is not aboard the ship.]

Exchanging another glance with Amikris, Dr. Nicander pinched the bridge of his nose. "We will have to run diagnostics in Medical Lab 1 instead, and take the body there from the Morgue. We do not have the time to find Jovela now. My best guess is that... Computer, was there any individuals beamed down to the planet?"

[Affirmative. One Human. One Risan. Confirming identities through visual records... Identities: Lt. Nelis and Lt.JG Jovela.]

"They must have lost their comm badges..." said Lucan and tried to contact them next, with no answer. Only the quiet humm of the ship was heard when he tried to contact the Chief Counsellor and his Head Nurse. He gave up and led the way to the Morgue. "Very well, we have no time to waste. As for your question, Cadet, I am a Doctor, not an Engineer. Even if I was, and the Transporters were safe to use, we might just as well end up placing medication inside their brains or somewhere else where it does not belong- effectively killing them instead. We are just barely able to transport foetuses from the wombs of women that are about to die in childbirth, so the kind of transport-injections you are suggesting is too delicate to perform, and certainly so when bodies around the ship are constantly moving. In theory, it was a good idea, though. In a couple of decades, we might be able to calibrate Transporters into syringes, but sadly not tonight..."

[ Medical Lab 2 ]

Gladstone's body lay on a diagnostics table, Amikris attending to it and relaying readings and samples to Lucan, whom sat before a computer console and tried to unravel the readings he had and testing the reactions of several different kinds of artificial antibodies. His tattooed hands moved at a furios pace, and his scowl was one of deepest concentration. Still, he turned his head to speak to the Cadet.

"Have you found anything else that can be of consequence?" he asked first, and for the third time in the past two hours they had been working, added, "are you feeling any symptoms of infection?"

Gamma Shift was low on people since the last battle, and the few that remained were in Main Sickbay - attending to appointments of other people that up during the night. Neither of them had heard anything about more infected people, secluded as they were and having locked themselves in, and the fact that they were running diagnostics upon someone they - or rather Amikris - had killed served as an incentive to not spread the word and panic the ship until they knew more. For all they knew, there was no greater cause for concern for the crew just yet. Rather, at least Amikris ought to have been more concerned about the death of the Science Officer upon the table becoming public knowledge.

Lucan wondered why he was trying to protect the Cadet to such extents lately... Finding it highly peculiar that he would care. He had no answer. He had no time to find an answer besides the cure either.

Jovela sighed with contentment as Galen lifted her and then slid her onto his shaft. She hung onto him, her legs and arms supporting her weight, without being too much of a burden. She could hold her body weight up on a pole for nearly a full hour (she had, at one point, the Risan record but it only lasted 2 weeks before the old record holder beat her for it), but she also knew how best to support her weight evenly, so as not to strain any one part of his body.

She held on, even as she felt the warm feeling of his shaft entering her, the feeling both familar and new, as it always was different when she slept with a new partner for the first time. But as he began to stroke, as his shaft began to plow her inner passage, she began to moan loudly with every stroke, her voice becoming a jumble of words, moans and cries.

"Oh fuck yes, fuck me with you oh god... Mmmmm.. Fill me with your hot cum, I need it so badly, fuck me fuck me..."

It was an act, yes, but one that was only just slightly put on, as he did feel amazing, her body jiggiling with pleasure with every stroke, her breasts bouncing between them, her sex clamping down as he stroked, squeezing his shaft, trying to milk out his seed, her body finely tuned and focused solely on sex.

Amikris frowned slightly as she passed the samples to Lucan. "I think its a virus, although how its not killing its host cells I'm not sure.  I still think it'd be best if we started transporting individuals who are infected into a quarantined area sir.  Prehaps Thea could help?" She said calmly as she looked over the readings scanning mainly the brain and genitalia. 

When he asked about how she was feeling she hesitated and at first didn't reply, after a few moments she does though. "I'm...fine.  Don't worry I don't think it can infect me."  Her voice hinted concern as she finished the statement and then began to go back to work.  Her mind remained clear but other parts of her body seemed to be displaying, subtle changes in sensation.  The most noticeable symptom she seemed to be displaying was a swelling in her ovaries. 

It had been a long time since Garen had experienced this much pleasure. Jovela felt absolutely amazing to him, both within and without. The sensations he felt as he drove himself in and out of her were indescribable. His moans joined hers, the sounds of their mutual pleasure rising to fill the clearing, the moon and stars above the only witnesses to their joining.

He held her tightly to him, feeling her body shake with every deep, hard thrust, her nipples brushing against his strong chest as her breasts bounced between them. Garen smiled at her words; he could sense that she was partly acting, likely to heighten his own pleasure (which was, admittedly, working), but he could also sense the genuine joy rushing through her body, as well.

Garen had recognized early on that being an empath, being able to sense other people's true emotions, intensified the act of sex for both him and his partners. He was able to tell what was working and what wasn't, even if the other person never actually showed it, which had helped him to hone his skills as a lover over the years. Normally he could have gone on longer, but this was the first time he had ever been with a Risan, and Jovela was doing an incredible job of showing Garen why the Risans had the reputation they had.

He felt his orgasm approaching, his seed threatening to burst from him, and he groaned, trying to hold it a little bit longer. He had initially done this to help Jovela, having sensed the need within her for this physical and emotional distraction from what she had witnessed on the ship, but now he found himself not wanting it to end. Ultimately, though, Jovela's well-trained skills were too much for him, and Garen cried out as he lost control.

"Oh, fuck!" he moaned, pulling Jovela down onto him as he pushed up into her, trying to bury himself as deeply inside her warm, clutching sex just as he exploded. He held Jovela close, teeth clenching as he moaned, his whole body shaking as his hot, thick cum spurted deep inside of her, filling her.

His eyes darting over the monitor and his hands still working to find more weaknesses to exploit with his counter-agent, Lucan did not notice the aforementioned changes in her voice - subtle as they were.

"Its a large universe, Cadet," he replied distractedly, "I'd say we cannot be too surprised that we have encountered a virus that acts differently than the known ones. Differently... and by the winds its an aggressive bastard. The sheer levels of potency in this cocktail I am working on in staggering. Listen, I need a second opinion on what I have so far..."

He whirled out of his chair and faced her, gesturing while he spoke - his long unkempt hair in disarray. "We cannot fight this with the number of hyposprays we have available, should the contamination spread farther than twenty or thirty people. Thus, we'll replicate a far greater number of crude syringes that will do the job just fine. Also, given the danger of close proximity to people with this virus, we have to blend the antidote with a high-end sedative that literally makes those treated with the shot fall to the floor within a second. This will serve to let the antidote run is way through the body and return the affected cells to their original state - which is something beneficial about this virus. The antidote works more swiftly since there is no true damage to deal with. Its merely a matter of reverting the process. Here, confirm what I have so far..."

Lucan handed her a PADD that he had uploaded his work to and folded his arms behind his back. He was now wearing a white lab coat over his teal undershirt. It was by then he remembered her advising to enlist the aid of the Ship AI. "Without our completed diagnostics of this contamination, the Ship's internal sensors will have no data to go on when scanning for the virus - given its unique composition and rarity. I should, however, inform the Captain about what is about, but given how Lt. Gladstone over there is dead... I think it would be best if we presented a solution along with the news. Yet... Wait a minute..."

Fishing out a second PADD of his own, he began to run some statistical numbers. "Incubation time... we do have that data now... under an hour... we have been at Niga for just so many hours... yet if but a single infected female in the crew would... potentially... visit those sleeping in their rooms... all out of eye-sight... She would not need much time for each... The exponential rate of merely ten people over the course of..."

Dr. Nicander trailed off there, realising the mistake they had made. If only they had they known the short incubation time...

"Cadet, by the morning... close to half the ship might be infected, and that's counting the number of possible partners for each new one low..." before he finished his sentence, his hand darted for his combadge, yet he realised it was still attached upon the uniform jacket he had left in Med Lab 1. "Quick, give me yours..."

He stepped up to Amikris and snatched her combadge from her chest. "Dr. Nicander to Cpt. Ives, please respond." Only when he had finished his sentence did he realise that there had been no chirp from the litle golden trinket. The decontamination room... She took her uniform into it. The combadge had not fared well by it...

"Computer, would you please joi-"

There was a brutal mechanical clamour coming from the door they had locked.

Lucan whirled around to see a naked man from Engineering staring at them - grinning like a devil. He had secretively got the door open, and vandalised the wall panel next to it on the inside. In his hands were the chips he had yanked out - effectively killing all kind of communications channels to and from the room. Thea would not hear them any more. Behind the Engineer came another man, and a woman, both blonde beasts of lust once employees of Lucan's from the Gamma Shift.

"Can't have you spread the word, Doctor..." said the big menacing Engineer with shortly cropped grey hair, "nor can we have you escape. It would ruin the fun..."

In fury mixed with trepidation, Lucan saw the bastard yank out the control chip for the door and drop everything in his hands to the floor. He destroyed all of the computer chips with a chair, while the two others advanced upon Lucan and Amikris....

"I regret to inform you any attempts to infect us likely will be futile at best, may I suggest you have a seat this may take some time to explain." Amikris said calmly with a smile as she slipped two of the syringes into her palms hiding them behind her fingers as they were clasp between her thumbs lightly.  She made her advance toward the crew men smiling. "I for one am already infected, if you can't tell perhaps that's because my biology is quite different then your own?" She suggested closing the distance and glancing between them.  Two wouldn't be enough but it'd be enough to by them time. 

Her mind raced with calculations, she'd only have one attempt.  Who would be the most vital targets to take out of this conflict.  The sad thing was she was fairly certain she was correct, that her body had changed during the contact with Lt Gladstone, but the swelling didn't seem bad to her.  In fact it seemed like salvation to her in her own way.  A means of saving her race rather then watching it die out. 

She planned her move then made her strike, once within range she thrust her hands out aiming for their sides and pushed the syringes out so that the pointed needles would penetrate first if she managed to hit them.  Her targets the blondes approaching, leaving only the engineer as a  present danger, although fragile she was sure she could hold the engineer at bay long enough for another dose to be administered.  Hopefully this cure would work on them.

The two nurses from gamma shift, crewman Johnson and recruit Xeanta - whom Lucan knew as far as their duties went - paused when Amikris spoke, but they did not completely halt their advance. Lucan, remaining at the back of the room, saw the two prototype syringes hidden in Amkris' palms - two which he had meant to analyse for flaws yet in theory was supposed to work like his data had shown. He admired her bravery; this facet of the Cadet that he had yet to see up until that point.

The Engineer, however, was unimpressed. "'Infected'?" he asked and narrowed his ice blue eyes as he advanced as well - straggling behind the two confused nurses. "Oh, you cannot fool us... for we are not infected, we are enlightened; blessed to see life as it was meant to be seen before society gave us roles and commitments we didn't need. Deep down, every single living and breathing organism mindlessly seek to procreate; to seek pleasure and bear children. We celebrate the images we were made into... and find no need to hide them."

He raised a finger and pointed to Amikris and Dr. Nicander. "Which you are... quite needlessly. And besides, why would you lock yourself up in a medical lab, hmm?"

Lucan reckoned that the man the Engineer had used to be was older - more wise - than the youths that were about to be given the sharp ends of Amikris' hidden weapons against their visitors. He was the most dangerous, and he was about to catch up with the nurses any moment - turn the tide in their favour at this most crucial moment. Amikris would not have a needle to put into him, so Lucan had to do something, even though they had no more prototype antidotes....

If he had any other kind of recourse, he did not see it.

"Amikris," he said as he raised his open hands by his sides. The air in the room began to whirl like a storm had begun to blow within the close quarters of the lab. His labcoat flared out behind him like the wings of an angel, "close your eyes hard and get down!"

Then the lights vanished in the room - making everything pitch-black.

Yet the lightning bolt made everything completely white, as it shot forward against the three infected humans. It struck at the centre - straight into the chest of the Engineer, before it vanished. The imprint of the flash still lingered upon Lucan's retinas when the lights returned, slowly flickering to life after he had sucked the energy out of his closest proximity. There had been no crack of thunder besides the loaded charge emanating from him - leaving the scene in a field of residual static electricity.

Next to the disabled doors lay the still twitching body of the Engineer - chest burned open and eyes distended. The smell of roasted flesh filled Lucan's nostrils, and it did not serve to amend his nausea following the use of his diminished Caroôn powers. What he had done... it would make him as much a murderer as Amikris was, only now they knew just how dangerous the virus was, and how important it was that a cure could be secured.

"Now!" he cried weakly to Amikris, seeing the two blondes slowly getting up from the floor after the blast - not yet having gained their footing after Lucan's attack. Though the doctor was drained from the detonation, he stumbled forward to assist Amikris in sticking the syringes into the survivors if she needed it. For at least they might be able to spare two lives...

Not that the symbiont would care, but Lucan found it more pragmatic to try and uphold his image of innocence in the eyes of the crew.

Jovela began a soft, panting chorus as her new lover approached his peak, wth every thrust she gasped, each gasp a little higher and louder, until finally he came, and she screamed, a cry of pure joy. Her screams rang out across the clearing, causing some bird like creatures on the outskirts to wake up and fly away, as his seed filling her sent waves of electricty through her body.

But eventually, far too soon for her liking, she came down, her breathing returning to merely deep panting, as she looked into his eyes, grabbing by the neck and giving him a long, loving kiss. She broke it and smiled. "Thank you Counciller. That was most... refreshing." she said, giggling softly like a young girl. She looked down at their union, and ran a finger along the base of his shaft, collecting some of their combined fluids that had seeped out. She slowly licked her finger clean, smacking her lips. "Hmm... Very tasty. But I think now, we should rest." she said, sighing contentedly.

Amikris did as she was told but immediately seemed disoriented immediately following the lightning strike, shifting her weight slightly in an odd angle as her disorientation resulted in her weak flexible bones having more influence over her stride then normally.  It took her almost ten seconds to truly recover fully before she made an attempt to strike at the two blondes with the serum she had in the syringes. 

Even after the attempt she seemed disoriented as if unsure of exactly where she was, the skin along her neck and face seeming to pale a few shades as she looked around as if confused by what was going on.  A few seconds after that she collapsed back on the floor laying fairly still the only signs of life her breathing.

(if he does a tricorder reading, he'd find moderate dehydration and a slight 'scrambling' of her nerves from the sudden application of a strong electromagnetic field (AKA Lightning) )

Garen laughed softly at Jovela's words, his heart racing as he tried to catch his breath. He reluctantly lowered the nurse to the ground, his spent organ slipping free of her as he did so. "You're very welcome, Nurse Jovela," he said, winking down at her. "I'm happy I could help."

He nodded, agreeing with Jovela as he took a step back and turned to look around the clearing in which they stood. "Yeah, you're probably right," he agreed. After all that, he felt a warm, contented weariness spreading through his body. "They didn't see fit to beam a tent down with us, though. I hope you don't mind sleeping under the stars."

Garen started gathering all of their discarded clothes and quickly piled them together, so that they wouldn't have to sleep on the ground. He left out his uniform's jacket, however, so that they could have something to keep them warm (besides each other), and laid down on the makeshift bed, making sure it was comfortable enough before shifting over to make room for Jovela.

"Care to join me?" he offered, smiling up at the nurse as he held his hand out to her.

Jovela smiled, and dipped down, curtseying with an invisible dress, her breasts jiggling slightly in the moonlight from the movement. "Thank you kind sir!" she said, laughing as she sauntered over. "Oops, wait, wouldn't want to stain anything." she said, running a finger along her warm, happy slit. She gathered up the last few drops of their fluids and then licked it up, sucking on her finger like an ancient Earth lollypop. She giggled around it and then lay down, cuddling up to Garen, her legs wrapping around him, her breasts pressing against his body, her arms hugging him, a hand reaching up to run itself through his hair, caressing him. "Now then, go to sleep, my dear patient. Nurse's Orders." she whispered, before beginning to hum, a soft Risan lullybye, her voice, while not good enough to sing professionaly, good enough to carry the tune as she watched him, smiling as her body caressed his.

When everything grew still inside the medical lab, Lucan put his hand on the diagnostics table - the remains of Lt. Gladstone still lying there. He assessed the situation with his breath heavy, head reeling in the aftermath of what he had done. The monitors slowly lit up again all along the sides of the room, casting the scene in light.

Amikris moved a bit before she slumped down to the floor. The body of the Engineer slid sideways and fell splayed out along the wall - face down. The two blonde Nurses from Gamma shift had been stung by Amikris just before she passed out, and the potent sedative had made them take a few stumbling steps in either direction before they also fell. Left standing was Dr. Nicander, whom saw that not only had the bloody Engineer effectively cut all kind of communications with the ship - computer and comm wise - and disabled the door. No, the damnable prick had had the insolence to stand in front of the hatch that led to the jefferies tubes. It only took Lucan a few frustrating tugs on the sooty plate with his tattooed hands to confirm that he had accidentally welded the bloody thing tightly shut along two sides.

"Hello!" he called and banged the door with his fist, "is anyone out there? Damn it, can anyone hear me? We are trapped inside here!"

In the end, he cursed and kicked the dead Engineer where he lay. He took a few calming breaths after that, scanned Amikris to notice how the discharge of electricity had affected her nervous system and dehydrated her. He administered a dosage of an appropriate stimulant and moved to replicate some water for her - only then noticing that also the replicator had been taken offline by the troublesome yet dead Engineer.

At loss, he realised that the only thing he could do until the Nurses came to - after monitoring their condition and making sure the cure was working as it should - was to further perfect the antidote on his computer console, however unable to produce any more of them... Thus his night would pass, in helplessness to alert the crew, and secure the ship for his own purposes of genocide. He doubted the Nurses would be of much help to get them out, for just like himself and Amikris, they were medical personnel, not engineers. If they worked together, they might be able to pry the sliding doors open.

Before he returned to his computer, given the lack of other things to do, was to make sure Amikris was comfortable.

A gesture he had no idea why he bothered to make...

- Fin

[...To be continued in Chapter IV...]