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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: PRO: S [D01|0500] Sleep is overrated, coffee is king
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[ Lt. Azrin Ryn | Recovery Ward | Main Sickbay | Deck 11 | Vector 2 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Dumedion
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“Shampoo works on normal hair grease created by your scalp or whatever, not the stuff we work with down in engineering. Industrial cleaners make my head itchy. And it’s not an allergy or anything, skin isn’t rated for that kind of solvent. You have to do it in small increments over a couple of days.”

Azrin explained it all matter of factly, all while reversing her earlier efforts and redressing until her coveralls were back in place. She had a dirty job, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t know how to clean up when necessary. But she was working so consistently right now that it wasn’t worth irritating her skin to remove grime that would only find its way back minutes later.

Out of interest, she rubbed her forehead on the injection site, feeling for… any difference really. She’d never thought much about hyposprays until a minute ago. Dezra had understood the basics of how they’d worked, but she’d focused on the medical applications. When Azrin thought back to it, her interest was on the mechanics of the hypospray itself. She plucked her current object of fascination off the bed where Arven had dropped it, popping out the vial of medication, then quickly started to deconstruct the whole thing.

She might have remained fully engrossed in that, until receiving the totally out of the blue offer of stimulants. Azrin’s head snapped up to stare at him, mouth open in shock. Wasn’t this the doctor who wanted to heavily sedate her? How did he go from that to offering stims? Especially since he still didn’t seem to understand why she absolutely could not be sedated right now. The quick snap of his fingers brought her back into focus. “Really?” she blurted out, the word coming far too late after a long baffled silence. “That’s– yea– wait– Is this some kind of test? Because I already told you that I’m all good to go once you fix the shoulder stuff. Well, and the nose. But that’s new, and way less annoying than not being able to use my arm. I’m not going to fall asleep during the most exciting moment of my li–” Why was it that bodies always decided to yawn at the most inconvenient times? Was there some sort of biological imperative for it?

Could she program it out?

“Ok,” she relented, “A stimulant might be nice. I just need–” another yawn interrupted her mid sentence. “I just need to be in engineering at 0900. Important engineering things are happening. My project. Ship either goes really fast or explodes. I’m the one who makes sure we go fast.” Azrin could also dumb things down to people who didn’t understand. But while Arven had sounded like he was talking to a child earlier, Azrin tended to act like she was talking to a Pakled. She’d always liked Pakleds. Going fast was an excellent and admirable goal.

“You’re supposed to tell Commander Arnold,” she waved the comment away, still preoccupied with the stimulants. Unfortunately, she tried to physically wave the comment away with her injured arm, which was feeling much better thanks to the pain meds, but apparently not good enough for that specific movement. Azrin winced, arm jerking back down to a better position, and completely dropped all the little odds and ends of the hypospray that she’d disassembled and was holding in that palm. “Oops!” But the word was almost lost amid the tiny plinks of metal hitting the floor. “I can clean that up. And put it back together.”

“But can I have the DTR first? I put my sleeve back on and everything.” Azrin turned at the waist, giving him a better angle on her shoulder to place the bandage wherever was best.

“And I agree to stims only if you swear that this isn’t part of some secret plot to get me to sleep. I have my whole life to sleep! After we activate the slipstream drive in…” Azrin trailed off, a slightly panicked look crossing over her face. She had time right? How long had it been since she’d checked? “Thea, what time is it?”
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 4: S [Day 1 | 1810 hrs] A Friend Indeed...
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[PO2 Cora Davison | Maintenance Tube | Biological Laboratory Quintus | Aft Tertiary Research Deck | Erudite] Attn: @TWilkins

Her head tilted at his first question with absolute confusion. Potatoes? What?  But then it clicked; the scientific names she'd used. Cora's mouth opened to explain and clarify as Sylvain attempted to placate and remove the Moopsy from his neck, only for him to share his thoughts on what they had discovered. The analyst blinked in response, a tad surprised but relieved that he agreed; the added speculation (which she hadn't even considered) only added to her worry, and frankly, her outrage at the entire affair. Granted, they only had the stolen journal of a single Savi researcher, who may or may not have been performing said research alone or under some manner of supervision – but there was more than enough actionable evidence at hand.

Cora stood, frozen with fear at the implications alone – not to mention the moral and ethical wrongness of their so-called ‘allies’. What else are the Savi capable of if they can cross so many lines of morality? Breeding a genetically altered creature into a biological weapon might just be the least of our worries. What if they –

Her thoughts were instantly derailed by something wet and sticky splattering across the entire side of her face. “Ngh,” Cora grunted, one eye closed on instinct as she shook visibly, unsure what to do. "Eeeew," she whined, her hands froze raised up, fingers fanned out. It was dripping off her chin, and cooling quickly, like snot or…The first gag hit her as a silent protestation of her stomach, which really didn’t help her situation at all; Cora’s mouth flooded with acid-laced saliva and opened in a mute heave – the same reflex action she suffered brushing her teeth sometimes when she managed to distract herself and brush too deep. Once the first reflex passed, Cora, without thinking, licked her lips and swallowed.

Oh – no!

She shook herself in panic and started swiping the viscous, green-tinted fluid from her face; determined not to deal with the fact that she’d just ingested saliva from a bone-drinking, genetically modified apex predator that just ate a Savi researcher – then had spent the last several minutes trying to suckle through Sylvain’s skin. Don’t throw up. Don’t do it. It didn’t happen. It didn’t happen, IT DIDN’T HAPPEN, Cora repeated to herself as she flung the drool off her hands onto the floor and pulsing conduits. Her jacket was unzipped and pulled up to wipe off more with a grimace, as the Ensign wondered what they might feed the thing that just slimed her.

Cora shot him an incredulous look – Really? – it said, as the man suggested that they should name it, then suggested yogurt as a high calcium substitute for bones. Even without a specific scientific education in that field, Cora doubted it would work – however, Sylvain rendered the notion moot before she could audibly respond.  Again with the potatoes? The analyst rolled her eyes as she attempted to comb the worst of the slime out of her hair with a grimace. She couldn’t get the taste out of her mouth, and the more she tried to pull out of her hair, the more it smeared into her curly locks.

“Uhh, yeah, its common enough, sure," Cora grunted a reply to his query about bone broth, “but...we don’t know enough about it’s digestive system to –“ Sylvain shot up suddenly, faster than she was prepared; the sudden movement caused her to jerk back in response with an alarmed sqeak. “Sorry – sorry,” Cora flinched, shook herself, as he talked. Her nerves were fraying, what with all the…developments, so much so that Cora didn’t fully follow his line of reasoning.

“I’m sorry – hacking? What d’you – oh,” her head tilted at the device, waiting for Sylvain to continue. She frowned at his very odd phrasing, not sure what he was getting on about; from what she understood, Savi had no interest in – ohhhh...

Cora blinked rapidly, processing the possibilities. The analyst cleared her throat quietly with another head tilt at him. “To be clear – and, please stop me if I’m wrong – but…it sounds like you’re suggesting we…use the…,” her hand gestured to the creature – Moopsy – Potatoe – whatever. “Them, on the Savi? And how does that make us any better than them, sir?”

Cora's hands found her hips. Yes, she had done questionable things do get the job done; her moral compass wasn’t always a luxury to have, nor did it always point to true north, but she had her limits. If that was his plan, then she had an obligation to point her objections – which, to be fair – were slim compared to the potential havoc the Savi could cause by unleashing the Potatoes – damn it – the Moopsies – on an entire world or worlds.

She waved his response aside, it was a rhetorical question anyway.

“It doesn’t – but if it keeps these creatures from the exploitation that they have in mind, I can live with that. Actually pulling it off is another matter entirely,” Cora sighed and consulted the PDA again. “We know where the center is. We just need to get there…,” she frowned, concentrating as her fingers tapped rapidly. “This’d be a lot easier with a working terminal,” Cora grumbled to herself, oblivious to the fact that she was pacing away and back to him, past and back again. Each time she passed by, the Moopsy squirmed in the corner of her eye, prompting a deeper frown as she skidding away from it. The enhancer was clamped onto the PDA with a snap, promptly powering up.

“The Savi transporters are crazy advanced. I can’t even begin to understand the physics, but a system is just a system. If I can gain access, even for a single action, I can ride their system using our badges into their buffers,” she murmured aloud, fingers tapping faster and faster as she spoke. “Wait – wait I almost got it….almost…there!”

Cora grabbed Sylvain’s arm just as they both vanished in an instantaneous wink of light…

…And appeared inside a transparent tank of slimy yellow fluid. Cora released a stream of bubbles in a muffled scream of alarm and hit the button again, her free hand clamped tight around Sylvain’s bicep as they vanished again...

…And reappeared, dripping foul liquid, in the middle of some sort of hangar, lined with row upon row of sleek, shiny craft, directly behind a group of four towering Savi. Cora hit the button as they all turned, and the pair disappeared again, leaving only two puddles behind…

…and they appeared again, in a cramped wardrobe of some sort, lined with various outfits and lined with dozens of odd looking devices – almost medicinal looking. Cora frowned and grimaced at what appeared to be restraint harnesses built into the walls. "Ohh, hell no," the analyst hissed as she hit the button yet again…

The pair popped into existence in a vast chamber, clean and whole. Cora blinked and twitched, feeling nauseous at what they’d just seen and suffered through, but otherwise alright, until she realized where they were: Cora and Sylvain, with little drool-slinger on his hip, stood surrounded by dozens, hundreds, of bubbling stasis pods; each one held a cluster of somnolent white balls of fur, each one riddled with tiny silver tubes drilled into their adorable little bodies.

“I think we found the potatoes,” Cora whispered nervously, with a glance at him. "So...right - what now, then," she asked with a shrug.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 2: S [D01 | 1642hrs] The Spare Tire
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[ Lt. Talera Emlott | Passenger Section | Shuttlecraft Friedrich Mohs ] Attn: @Dumedion @joshs1000 @Havenborn
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“Data stream coming your way!” The pilot called back, but Talera barely heard her, her mouth falling open in a silent ‘oh’ at the information already populating her console, relayed from the alien convoy through fighter pilot communicating with them.

Forced into the role against her will, the doctor was nonetheless giving temporal physics her best shot, though it was certainly taking her longer to parse than it would have taken any real expert back on the Theurgy. But even the most elementary student of temporal mechanics knew that coming back in time to kill one’s ancestors was a fairly self-explanatory paradox. Something to be avoided at all costs.

But apparently someone had cracked time travel without getting that particular memo.

Aggressive behavior suggests it is intent on disruptive action against current time-line.

Of course, the drone’s ancestors would be the ship that stayed behind. Now that the Friedrich Mohs had three ships to analyze – the aggressor, the ancestor ship identifying itself as Oaarian, and the many identical little drones now exiting it – the shuttle’s onboard computer was running comparative analyses that confirmed similar design aesthetics and components. Fred could see an evolutionary path between them.

“Fred to the Lone Wolves – don’t let the drone destroy that ship! The temporal incursion for the convoy will be massive, and I can’t even begin to predict how it might affect us.”

Well, Talera couldn’t, but the sensors and the computer might be able to help out. “We need to get closer to the temporal drone,” she informed Ava. “We might be able to help if we learn more about it. Or at least we might understand what it’s doing here.”

“We were told to keep out of the AO,” the pilot replied.

“We weren’t given a specific distance, just told to keep out of the Wolves way. That means we can get closer.”

That got a chuckle out of the other blonde. “Alright Lieutenant, let it be on your head then.” 

[ Lt Cmdr. Jaru “Janus” Rel | Cockpit | Wolf-01 ]
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Janus wasn’t about to let any ship under his watch get destroyed, mainly because he wasn’t an asshole. But sure, they could sprinkle in a little temporal bullshit too. What was life without a little added drama, just for fun?

“Understood, Fred,” he replied quickly, then cut the communication again. At this point, he was fairly certain that Shadow’s comms were out. Though operational, her ship looked worse for wear, and she hadn’t answered any of his hails. It didn’t really matter. The new information didn’t change his plan, and Shadow was doing excellent work as his wingman even without comms.

Honestly, unless they came back with some concrete weaknesses he could exploit on their bogey, Janus was too busy fighting to care.

Now that the drone was in their sights again, Janus throttled forward into another attack run, diving and reorienting to set an angle that would keep his phasers well off the convoy ship wrapped in its tentacles. But he didn’t get that far before another bright flash of red popped into his HUD. “Abort!” Janus shouted to Shadow – who couldn’t hear him, but habits were habits – before flipping the Valkyrie hard to back off in the face of oncoming torpedo fire.

[Federation vessels, this is the Arosan ship, Xebrek. We are here to assist, let us take some of this work off your hands.]

“Fred, Wolves, be advised, someone else is joining the party.” Arosan sounded vaguely familiar, but it wasn’t a name that Janus could place automatically. But practicality won out. After seeing what getting caught by that thing had done to Javert and Shadow, if someone else wanted to come be the bait, that was fine by him.

“Xebrek, this is Commander Jaru of the Federation Starship Theurgy. We appreciate the help, have at it. My pilots will reengage when you open fire, we need to know where your batteries are for close quarters engagement.”

Taking friendly fire was just embarrassing.

As though mocking him for the thought, there was a small, concentrated explosion on his wing, taking a thruster along with it. “What the—” he began, right as the little drones started to swarm. “Fuck!” Since they’d come out of the convoy ship that was feeding them information before falling prey to the drone, Janus had originally thought the deluge of smaller ships was either a defense mechanism or some sort of escape pods. His Valkyrie had agreed, the onboard computer marking them as friendlies in his display. How wrong they both were. The HUD adjusted quickly – thanks for nothing Thea – a swarm of red gnats filling his vision right as the Xebrek and its torpedoes turned green.

“On second thought, maybe some pest control first.”

[ Lt. Talera Emlott | Passenger Section | Shuttlecraft Friedrich Mohs ]
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Talera remained focused on her console at Fred approached the combat area, letting Ava do her thing and choose the approach she thought best. Before long, they had arrived at the distance the shuttle’s sensors needed for intensive, detailed scans, and data began flowing across the screen at faster and faster rates. Far too fast really, Talera could hardly keep up.

“Oaarian Ark, what are those auxiliary ships? Please advise.” Ava was talking behind her, but Talera wasn’t listening now. Her entire focus was on understanding the difficult science unfolding before her.

“Look at this—” Talera began…

“Brace!” Ava shouted, at the same time….

Talera’s vision went white, the console disappearing from view…

Then she knew nothing at all.

[ Lt Cmdr. Jaru “Janus” Rel | Cockpit | Wolf-01 ]
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The Valkyrie was one of the most maneuverable ships he’d ever flown. But even that couldn’t compare with a two-meter-long drone, especially when it came with a few dozen friends intent on boxing him in.

Skewering them with phasers a few at a time was too slow. He didn't want to waste their limited supply of torpedoes with the other ship still out there, but it was getting to be necessary. He’d take a shot, ducking and weaving as the swarm tried to surround him, but another drone would take it’s place before the dead one was even cold. Janus also considered, then decided against, attacking the mothership. He still didn’t have enough information on why one of the convoy ships, which had been asking for their help a minute before against an obvious aggressor, was attacking them now. If it had changed sides, why was the original bogey still going for it?

He saw Fred fall into the trap, multiple drones self-destructing around the shuttle at once, but was too far away to do anything about it. Then their distress beacon started going off.

“Salvo, Janus. Protect the shuttle. Shadow, if you can hear this, I’m going to get the little bugs’ attention. I’ll lay them out for you. Prep an array of torpedoes for areas with high densities of drones. Let’s see how they like proximity detonations.”

“Sorry Xebrek, we’re going to have to leave you on your own for a minute.”


OOC: Go save your wife Daniel, it’s too late for Talera…
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH2: S [Day1|1900hrs] Show us what you got!
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[ Lt. JG Tessa May Lance | FAB | Deck 16 | Vector 2 | The Ranger] Attn: @Dumedion @Krajin  [Show/Hide]

Tessa Lance couldn’t help but giggle as she crunched on her heavily buttered popcorn, catching Atlas's ear twitch with every bite. She tossed a popcorn kernel playfully at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Hey, Atlas! You think my crunching's annoying now? Just wait till we’re in the middle of a firefight and I decide to snack!" She winked, then turned her attention to Talia. "Shadow’s right, you do get used to it eventually. Besides, life's too short to stress about popcorn noises."

She leaned in, her voice dropping conspiratorially. "Now, as for this training, expect the unexpected, kiddos. Because out there," she waved her hand dramatically, "things can go sideways real fast. You gotta be ready to pivot, dance, and maybe even do a little jig if it helps."

Tessa Lance's eyes lit up at the mention of snacks. She gave a playful wink, her signature quirky smile broadening. "Oh, you had me at snacks, big guy. Let's raid the replicator and see what we can find!" She tossed another handful of popcorn into her mouth, the crunch echoing in the room. "And hey, if you're lucky, I'll let you in on my secret popcorn recipe. It's got extra butter and just the right amount of salt."[/color]

Giving Atlas a playful nudge. "So, what do you say? Let's grab those snacks, share our tales, and then jump back into the sim. Because if there's one thing I've learned as a veteran pilot, it's that bonding over food and stories makes us a stronger team. And besides," she added with a smirk, "We need to keep those energy levels up for the next round of chaos."

Tessa handed Atlas a handful of her buttery popcorn, her grin wide and infectious. "Consider this your initiation. Welcome to the Wolves, Atlas. Now, let’s see who can tell the best flying story while we munch away. Go on, big guy, your turn!"
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 15 [0823 hrs] Starships Aplenty
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Ensign Lauren Pierce | Holodeck 03 | Deck 21 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @tongieboi [Show/Hide]

Lauren Pierce couldn't help but smile as she watched Ensign Joseph Adams explore the bridge of the Enterprise with childlike wonder. His bashful grin and slight flush at her compliment were endearing, and she felt a sense of pride as he confidently made his way to the captain's chair.

“Enjoying yourself, Captain Adams?” Lauren called out, her voice light and playful. She noticed his fascination with the Ops console, a reminder of the simpler times when physical controls reigned supreme. The tactile satisfaction of pressing buttons and turning dials was something she too missed occasionally.

When Joe replied, "Don't mind if I do, Captain Pierce!" and took his seat in the captain's chair, Lauren couldn't help but chuckle. She watched him spin around, taking in the bridge from all angles. His observation about the chair's discomfort made her laugh.

“The Enterprise may not have the luxury of Theurgy, but she has her charm,” she said, moving closer to join him at the center of the bridge. “This ship represents an era of discovery and adventure, something we still hold dear in Starfleet today. I just wish we had the opportunity to explore it again.” She said with a hint of sadness hoping to one day get back to that time. She also secretly hoped to pilot one of these vessels someday too.

Lauren's brown eyes scanned the familiar surroundings of the holographic recreation, appreciating the retro elegance of the ship. She turned her attention back to Joe, who was still soaking in the experience.

“You know, sitting in that chair doesn’t make you an imposter. It makes you a part of this ship’s legacy, even if it’s just a holodeck simulation. Every Starfleet officer who steps onto this bridge carries forward the spirit of exploration and duty.”

She placed a hand on the back of the captain's chair and smiled at Joe. “Ready to set a course, Captain Adams? I hear there's a new sector begging to be explored.”
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 5 S [ D02 | 0600 hrs.] Old Friends Die Hard
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[ Lt. Commander Alana Pierce | Avra Trel | Romulus ] Attn: @rae @Ellen Fitz [Show/Hide]

Alana Pierce’s heartbeat quickened as the cold gaze of the Tal’Shiar agent locked onto them. She maintained a calm exterior, drawing on her Starfleet training. There was no room for panic.

“Stay close,” she whispered to Hirek and Nysari, her voice steady.

They moved with purpose, weaving through the bustling crowd of fishermen and vendors. Alana’s Romulan disguise allowed them to blend in, but she could sense the Tal’Shiar agents closing in.

As they neared the transport station, the urgency heightened. Alana glanced back, seeing the agents gaining ground. They had no time to waste.

"Down here," she directed, leading them into a narrow alley. The sound of their footsteps echoed off the walls, but Alana stayed composed, searching for a way out.

They emerged onto a quieter street and saw the transport station ahead. As they rushed towards the shuttle, Alana's heart sank. Tal’Shiar agents blocked their path.

“We’re out of time,” she muttered.

Just as they were about to board, the agents closed in, weapons at the ready. Alana knew they couldn’t all escape together.

“We need to scatter,” she said urgently. “It’s our best chance.”

Without hesitation, Alana dashed to the left, signaling for Hirek and Nysari to head in different directions. She ducked into another alley, using the chaos and confusion to her advantage. Her mind raced with possible escape routes, knowing that if they were caught, the mission—and their lives—would most likely be over.

As she ran, she hoped Hirek and Nysari were doing the same, using their skills to evade capture. Alana trusted in their abilities, but the real test was just beginning. The Tal’Shiar wouldn’t give up easily, and neither would she.

This mission was far from over.
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Parallel Universes - "What if?" / Re: [2376] Entanglement of Chaos
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[Ens. Enyd Isolde Madsen |  Federation Embassy Compound | Cardassia Prime ] ATTN: @RyeTanker

It was both worse than she'd thought and better than she'd expected, making Enyd's head spin slightly when Ryzit greeted her and basically shoved her into a chair while she used Zark's naked body as a plushy blanket. Enyd would never had pegged herself as a prude and yet there was something about the audacious sexuality of an Andorian, or at least the Andorians she was acquainted with, that made her feel more than a little prudish. She certainly didn't find the affection shared between the spouses to be offensive. In fact, the blatant evidence of their bond was endearing in its own way. However, when her subconscious tried to supply images of her in a similar circumstance, Enyd's brain fritzed out and refused to comply.

Enyd tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and forced a casual smile as she fought to keep her gaze on both women's faces and nowhere else. "I'm good for now, thank you." Her peripheral vision picked up the subtle movements of Ryzit as well as Zark's squirms, but she was determined to maintain her poise and keep things casual. Even if the scent in the room was heady with the scent of sex already. "I'm not very familiar with any of those games, actually. I mean, I know of them in theory and have seen some of them played, but never got into any of them myself. If you have some pointers, I'd love to hear them, as likely we'll all need to have some basic skill to pass suspicion."
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Director's Cut / Re: [2381 - USS Theurgy] - PRO: S [D01|0533] A Day In The Life
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[ Lt. Commander Alana Pierce | Pierce's Quarters | Department Head Officer’s Quarters | Deck 10 | Vector 2 | USS Theurgy ] Attn:
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Her thoughts drifted as she soaked, her wet hair clinging to her breasts and shoulders. Memories of her recent encounter with Amanda in the ship's pool surfaced once more, stirring emotions she hadn't yet resolved. The sensation of Amanda's touch lingered in her mind, igniting a desire she wasn't sure how to handle.

Leaning back in the tub, she let her hand trail down her abdomen, savoring the unfamiliar yet thrilling sensations coursing through her. "What am I doing?" she whispered softly, her fingers continuing their exploratory path. The muted sounds of the ship filtered through the bathroom door, a constant reminder of her responsibilities. But for now, she allowed herself this indulgence, closing her eyes and letting the tension slowly ebb away.

Her breath quickened, matching the accelerating pace of her heartbeat. She shifted slightly, her fingers finding their target with surprising ease. "Amanda..." she breathed, the name slipping out unbidden. The warmth of the water and the pleasure building within her began to blur the lines between reality and fantasy.

Alana sighed softly, the tension in her body slowly melting away as the warm water enveloped her. She allowed her hands to drift down her sides, her fingers tracing the contours of her amplified form. The sensation was both familiar and foreign, a constant reminder of the transformation she had undergone. Her nipples hardened at her touch, sending a jolt of pleasure through her core.
She closed her eyes, letting the memories of her time with Amanda resurface. Their bodies entwined in the pool, the cool water contrasting with the warmth of their skin. Amanda's hands explored her, the soft moans that escaped her lips... Alana's breath quickened, her hand moving lower, slipping between her thighs.

The touch was tentative at first, her fingers brushing against her clit in slow, deliberate circles. The sensation was electric, a sharp contrast to the soothing warmth of the bathwater. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. The image of Amanda's face, filled with desire, pushed her over the edge.

Alana's fingers moved faster, her thumb pressing against her clit while her other hand cupped her breast, squeezing gently. The contrast between the softness of her flesh and the firmness of her touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. She could feel the orgasm building, a tightness in her abdomen that begged for release.

"Amanda..." she whispered, the name tasting sweet on her tongue. The sound of it echoed in her mind, amplifying the sensations flooding her body. She imagined Amanda's hands replacing her own, the way they had explored her so intimately before. The thought was nearly enough to push her over the edge.

Her hips bucked involuntarily, her fingers working furiously now. The heat between her legs was unbearable, a burning need that demanded satisfaction. She pressed harder, her thumb finding a rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart. Each movement brought her closer, the pressure building until it reached a breaking point.

And then, with a cry that echoed off the bathroom walls, Alana came. Her body trembled, muscles contracting around her fingers as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving as she rode out the last of the orgasm. The world seemed to blur around her, the only thing that remained clear being the intense joy that consumed her.

For a moment, she simply floated there, the water rippling around her as she regained her composure. Her fingers slipped from between her thighs, leaving a trail of sticky wetness behind. She let out a long, contented sigh, the tension in her body finally dissipating.

Alana leaned back against the tub, her head resting against the cool ceramic. The water was still warm, the gentle heat enveloping her like a comforting blanket. She closed her eyes, the images of Amanda still fresh in her mind. The memory of their encounter lingered, a tantalizing reminder of the new depths of pleasure she was capable of experiencing.

She wondered what Amanda would think if she knew... if she could see Alana now, basking in the afterglow of their shared fantasy. Would she be proud? Upset? Or perhaps just as turned on as Alana was herself? Alana felt somewhat embarrassed for the actions she'd just had and felt slightly bad for the encounter of feelings she'd unleashed.

Before she could dwell on it further, a knock sounded at the door, jolting her from her reverie. "Ugh, Commander Pierce?"[/color] A voice called from outside, interrupting her thoughts. "Are you alright in there?"
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