“These kids are not ready!”, Chancellor T’tan yelled at Vincent.
“Chancellor, this is a wonderful opportunity to add a Torsk Class gunship to the King’s Fleet. We need to staff it with our own people. We are already giving up a lot of control to Starfleet. We need this ship under out command. This means the command crew in training Terry Coren and Cougar Faulkner must take the gunship.”, Vincent lectured.
“They are not ready.”, T’tan repeated herself.
“It is not your call.”, Vincent challenged the Vulcan professor.
“If you do this, I will step down as the Chancellor!”, T’tan glared at Vincent.
“So be it. It is done. This is a Fleet decision.”, Admiral Viceroy snapped.
“Then I am going with them.”, T’tan announced.
“As an ambassador of Vulcan and without rank.”, Vincent snapped.
“If that is how it must be. I have to consul these students. You sure the hell aren’t!”, T’tan glared at the Admiral.
Vincent stormed from the room. He contacted Nicole on the surface, “Nicole, we have a problem. Chancellor T’tan has resigned her position and we need to create a large influx of students because nearly 300 of them are leaving to join the USS Sword of Lancelot. I need your help.”
Before Nicole could answer, T’tan beamed into her office on the colony. She glared at Nicole, “If you take this position, you will undermine my observation that these students are not ready.”
Nicole was totally out of the loop but she owed Vincent. She looked at the beautiful Vulcan and then back at the viewer, “Grace and I will begin to recruitment of students from the refugees here on the surface immediately. We will ensure the viability of the college. I will also contact other academies to fill the student body.”
T’tan looked at Nicole, “This is not the way to create new officers. This is the way to create an assembly line of kids to be killed. This is not the King’s Fleet way. This is the Starfleet way. We are not part of the military intelligentsia, we are here to set an example.”
Nicole took the words to heart. They were hurtful but true. The King’s Fleet needed to help drive Starfleet to greater heights, to try to drive it back to its roots. She looked at the Vulcan, “We will do everything possible to prepare these kids.”
“At least I am willing to go out there to try to help them.”, T’tan looked at Nicole. The dig was very hurtful. Nicole had struggled in space on multiple occasions. She knew her limitations but was not pleased with the Vulcan using it against her.
Terry was aboard the Torsk Gunship. He was stunned by the power that this vessel possessed. He probably could go head to head with the Quest and give the mighty sovereign a run for its money. T’tan stood on the bridge with Commander Coren. She looked out at the stars and at her student, “Just remember Terry, because you have great power does not mean you have to use it.”
Terry smiled, “I am glad you are here, Chancellor.”
“It is not Chancellor any more, I am here only as a Vulcan observer.”, T’tan corrected the young commanding officer.
“You can call it what you like, you are a trusted advisor. I will look to you for advice.”, Terry smiled.
“Advice yes but tactical assistance must come from your executive officer.”, T’tan reminded Terry of the chain of command.
Terry smiled, “Aye, Ambassador.”
Terry went down to see Cougar. Lt. Commander Faulkner was putting away stuff in his new quarters. The notorious Faulkner cross dresser discovered a sheer nightgown, one of the first things he ever stolen from his mother when he started to dress as a woman in his teens. He giggled as he pulled it over his body. He slowly removed his boxers and looked in the mirror to see the sheer covering his clean shaven body. Cougar remembered the first time he tried it.
Terry walked in to see Cougar dressed in the sheer. Cougar scrambled for his Starfleet issued boxers. Terry looked at his executive officer, “Fraternization between the commanding officer and executive officer is encouraged in the King’s Fleet. It creates a closeness that forces the pair to protect one and other.”
Cougar looked at Terry, “I am a man who dressed like a woman. I came here because of Patrick Hatherton and Paul Warren. They were accepted in the open minded King’s Fleet. I did not come here for romance. I just came here so I could dress as I feel comfortable. My family frowns on my choice. I just did not want to be held down anymore.”
“And you don’t have to be.”, Terry grabbed the shoulders of Cougar Faulkner. He sat “her” on the bed.
“We should be a couple. It would match the other commands in the fleet.”, Terry looked at Cougar.
“Have you ever been with a man before?”, Cougar looked at Terry.
“I have not, but I do not see you as a man.”, Terry looked at Cougar, “I see you as a beautiful woman.”
Cougar started to tear up. She leaned in and slowly kissed Terry on the lips. His Betazoid heart touched her spirit. He truly had feelings for his executive officer.
Cougar slipped down onto the floor and opened Terry’s uniform pants. She swallowed hard on his manhood. Terry did not know what to do as Cougar bobbed up and down. He reached down and massaged her back and her ass cheek. It was so fabulous.
Cougar opened the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a lubricant. She began to massage it over the manhood of Commander Saturday Coren. Terry squirmed with the slippery path. Cougar then put liberal amounts on her rear opening.
Cougar looked at Terry, “If you leave I will understand. This is very unnatural for most people.”
Terry looked at Cougar, “I have been trying to imagine how this would feel every since I first met you aboard the Plato.”
Cougar grinned, “It is tighter but not much different.”
Terry slid inside his executive officer. Soon he was thrusting over and over. They had bonded.
T’tan wandered down the hallway and he could hear Cougar moaning with the thrusts. The Vulcan smiled, “These kids are gonna be okay.”
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1998th Fleet – The King’s
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