Walter stood on the Operations Platform of Earth 2 orbiting the homeworld. He was alone on the night shift as the Commander in Chief tapped the console, “Open a secure channel.”
Monica was in her quarters aboard the USS Quasar Quest. She heard the chime and tapped the comm.
“Daddy, you should not call me here.”, Monica announced.
“I have to know you are okay.”, Walter announced.
“I am okay.”, Monica smiled.
“It is only a matter of time for we find the Quest. You need to come home. These people do not represent Starfleet or the Federation. They are outlaws.”, Walter spoke firmly.
“These people are not outlaws. These people are my family.”, Monica snapped back.
“They have brainwashed you. They are outcasts because they won’t tow the line. They encourage romance within the ranks to link persons to their Fleet. Look at yourself, you are with a Bzzit Khakt. He looks like a fish!”, Walter grumbled.
“His name is Tracklerca. We all call him Tracer and he has the best heart in the Fleet. Hell, Tracer may have the best heart in the entire universe.”, Monica’s voice cracked.
“He is a Bzzit Khakt. He does not even have the organs necessary for humanoid sexuality. He is an animal. What you are doing is freakish.”, Walter lectured.
“Oh but he has the best lips in the universe.”, Monica snapped back knowing it would tear at her father’s heart.
“We are gonna find the Quest. If Section 31 finds it before Starfleet, they will simply blow it out of the sky! You will be killed. Do you want that?”, Walter snarled.
“Of course not, I want what every Starfleet officer wants. I want to participate in something greater than myself. I want to be a part of making the universe bigger and smaller at the same time. You used to want that too before you decided that control was more important than exploration and expansion. These people are so great, Daddy. If you just knew them like I know them, you would put them on the fringes of Federation Space and let them be the face of expansion. They get it. It is about peace and exploration.”, Monica lectured too.
“You don’t understand.”, Walter begged his daughter.
“Oh Daddy, I understand just fine. Starfleet and the Federation want to ensure that they control everything. It is what large empires do. Control is easier in a totalitarian state. The universe does not work like that, it never has despite what the Romulans, Klingons, Cardassians and even the Galactic Empire thought. The universe exists because people are inherently good and they want to do the right thing for that very reason, because it’s the right thing!”, Monica was in full fight mode,
Walter tapped the comm button, “Windsor out.”
Monica stood there fuming as Tracer entered their quarters. He looked at her, “Are you okay?”
“My father can be so maddening.”, Monica snapped.
“Admiral Windsor called. Oh my god, I have to tell the Captain.”, Tracer turned to the door.
“Don’t worry. He can’t trace the call here.”, Monica took Tracer by the arm.
“Are you sure?”, Tracer asked.
Monica grabbed him and kissed him, “I am sure.”
Tracer smiled. He liked human kissing.
Monica looked at the Bzzit Khakt fighter pilot turned helmsperson, “I have so much angry energy. Do you think you could help with that?”
Monica kissed his fish lips again.
In the history of the King’s Fleet and the Quasar Quest, it has been known that the suction of the sucker fish face of the Bzzit Khakt can be very useful on female hum lady parts. Monica was soon laying on her back moaning on the floor. She needed to get rid of some of the pent up emotion of arguing with her father.
If this was going to be how she spent her remaining days, months or years, she could live with that.
Oh god, it felt so good.
Posted by
Lt. Monica Windsor
Flight Control Officer
USS Quasar Quest
