There was that one incident. There was that one time when Admiral Richard Madison behaved totally out of character and stole a few moments dressed as a woman with Tanus of Gorn. This man had stood on top of Starfleet. He had managed the some 80000 vessels in the largest conglomeration of ships ever assembled. He did so with the style, grace and skill that one would expect in that role.
Though it was never spoken allowed, when Admiral Richard Madison's name was brought up in recent selection committees as a potential head of Starfleet Command, he was always glossed over.
Richard had been content to command Federation One. He had served under President T'tan, the respected Vulcan and under Pasha Trmel amongst others. He had helped Taylor Madison become an officer and grow into her position. His niece could run the vessel with the dignity it deserved.
Richard went to his President. He asked for asylum in 2016 and then he asked for the unthinkable, asylum as a female. T'tan was a bit disturbed. She told Richard that he had to find a sponsor amongst the servicemen or women in the King's Fleet or he would not be permitted to transfer and he had to find a suitable replacement for Federation One. These were daunting tasks.
Richard was only permitted to communicate by phone or text to 2016. He was not permitted to travel. Richard secured the operations officer first. Stephanie Mayler was never really comfortable in 2016. She hated being the housewife of Mars Viceroy so she became a public defender. She never really got comfortable and would often wear her Starfleet Uniform at home and even around the Renaissance. Some tears were shed when Stephanie told Mars she was leaving him if Richard could fulfill his other commitment.
Richard had called everyone even Mars. All refused to sponsor him. Richard next contacted Petrine Polley. The arrogant and cocky motorcycle officer laughed when Richard explained his transfer agreement. The truth for Petrine is that he had struggled with partners in 2016. The women of this world had never heard of him or his prowess as a pilot. He behaved like a cocky jerk but had not had the stuff to back it up. In fact, he had been sanctioned by Sera Phanell for being "that cop". We have all been stopped by that cop. The cocky SOB who knows that regulations and throws them in your face.
Petrine first flat out rejected Richard's request. He was back at the Renaissance having some beers with the boys. Tracer sat with Frankie. Vickie and Click were always kissing. Leta was sitting on Crixx's lap. She should be serving the boys pizza but she needed to be close to her pilot. Petrine could not believe his misfortune. He once served as the fighter squadron commander. Now he was the freaky guy in hot pants who thought he was cool when he really was not.
Petrine called Richard, "If the offer still stands, I will take it. You have to like me right? You have to have sex with me, right?"
Richard looked at Petrine, "I have to have a sponsor. I don't have to do anything else. I however will be very grateful if you sponsor me... Very grateful... If you treat me right after that, I will always remember the sacrifice you made to get me to 2016."
Petrine rented a cabin and waited for Racquel to arrive.
Arrive she did. Petrine looked at Racquel, "So it's Racquel now?"
"Yes, do you like it?", she responded.
"I think it's beautiful.", Petrine looked at Racquel.
Racquel took his hand, "I have your reward."
She led the former Talosian birdman to the bed. Petrine wanted his Click moment. He wanted to hear a human female moan under his human body. Racquel wanted a female experience. Both parties were satisfied today.
Petrine had his drinking story and Racquel had her place in the universe.
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Lt. Petrine Polley
Motorcycle Unit
The Hive
Precinct 63 C
NYPD
