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Surefoot Ch. 02: School Days free porn video
Deep Space, Today:
For something that was nicknamed by its pilot as ‘The School Bus’, it certainly had style: a civilian vessel temporarily leased by Starfleet, it was designed for short-term tourism, with a large central area dominated by a series of tables and chairs and overlooked by large observation windows, now currently filled with streaked starscape as the engines dilated normal space into a warped version of itself. The third-year cadets it currently carried sat around, availing themselves of food and drink from the nearby dispensers, or read or chatted anxiously about their unknown final destination.
Or in the case of those at the table at the extreme rear, played a game of Kal-toh, a surprisingly addictive Vulcan game where opponents moved a chaotic stack of holographic rods in order to create ordered patterns – or destroyed the efforts made by one’s opponents. Vulcans protested that outsiders had turned what was meant to be a meditative game reflecting the quest for finding logic within illogic into a competition, and released versions of the game where such tactics cost a player points. But most just sought out the original versions. They were more fun.
Assuming one was paying attention. ‘This is not gonna end well,’ Sasha Hrelle announced to no one in particular, drawing back strands of blonde from her forehead. She had finished her iced mocha some time ago, but didn’t want to rise and get another and risk being seen, and was waiting for someone else at the table to go for something themselves so she could ask. But no one was rising. Bunch of disciplined putzes.
‘Then concede, there is nothing dishonourable in that course of action,’ her friend beside her suggested, studying the board in front of her. Eydir Daughter-of-Kaar of the Ten Tribes of Capella was tall and lithe like most of her race, with skin the colour of polished mahogany, and sable hair cropped down to the scalp. She wasn’t the first Capellan to join Starfleet, but she was the first with a Medical major, her combat-oriented race only recently accepting the notion that the sick and injured did not have to be left to die, that a fight to save their lives was every bit as honourable as a duel. ‘And you can get me another sandwich while you’re at it.’
On Sasha’s other side, Jonas Ostrow looked up from his seat, his brow furrowing. ‘Are you going for something? I could do with another coffee, extra cream, extra sugars please.’ He was a skinny, swarthy figure, with wide eyes and silver-tinted hair indicative of a lineage spent mostly in space collecting mutations along the way, and an easy-going accent usually heard in colonies near the Outer Rim.
On Jonas’ other side, Neraxea Nemm snorted. ‘Extra cream, extra sugars.’ She was a heavy-set Bolian, like all of her people blue-skinned, bald with dark-blue bands along the scalp, a prominent vertical ridge bisecting her body, and dark eyes that narrowed as she studied the board. ‘Why don’t I just pop out a teat and let you suckle on that?’
‘I wouldn’t do that,’ Eydir advised. ‘Bolian bodily fluids are corrosive to other species. I read a case study during the summer about a human who had unprotected sex with a Bolian, and-‘
‘And we don’t need to hear the details,’ Jonas assured her, blushing and ignoring the chuckles from Neraxea.
‘I don’t know how all of you can just sit there calmly,’ Sasha asked, her eyes fixed on something other than the game. ‘He’s almost here.’
No one looked up. No one needed to, knowing who she meant: one of the last cadets to be picked up, from the Starfleet Academy Annex at Beta Aquilae II. Since his arrival, he had been moving from table to table, obviously introducing himself and allowing the other cadets time to properly appreciate the honour bestowed upon them. He would grin or laugh, sometimes not even only at his own jokes, slap backs in a manly fashion with the male cadets and flirt with the female ones.
‘He needs kicking,’ Sasha decided.
‘He doesn’t seem so bad,’ Jonas noted. ‘You might end up liking each other.’
‘Not when he finds out who she is,’ Eydir muttered. ‘And here he comes…’
‘Hi there.’ He drew up a chair from an adjacent table and set it between Sasha and Eydir, sitting on it backwards and resting his arms on the top of the back of it. He had bronzed, chiseled features and perfect teeth and chestnut-brown hair, and looked like he was physically incapable of not smiling. ‘I’m sorry we didn’t get a chance to meet and greet sooner. My name’s Giles. Giles…’ He paused for dramatic effect.
And Sasha stole his thunder, pretending to be engrossed in the game despite currently scoring last. ‘Arrington?’
He beamed at her. ‘I see my reputation precedes me.’
‘No, your voice does, we’ve heard you talking to everyone else before us, and were wondering what we’d done to miss out on meeting you sooner.’
He held up a reassuring hand. ‘Hey, I promise you it wasn’t intentional, I had to start somewhere.’ He glanced at her side of the board, reached down and worked the controls, forming a pattern on her behalf and earning her points. ‘You should pay more attention, that was an obvious move.’ He missed the looks Sasha exchanged with Eydir to announce, ‘I’m majoring in Command, as you can imagine, although of course I also had to choose a minor in Flight Conn and Astrogation, but that’s okay because I’m a decent pilot, I even have my own solar yacht back at Beta Aquilae, I got it for my twelfth birthday, if you find yourselves in that area, I’ll give you a spin around the local sun in it. How about the rest of you?’
‘I don’t have a yacht,’ Sasha admitted, deadpan.
He chuckled politely. ‘No, I mean, what are your names, majors, some interesting fact about you?’
When Sasha didn’t respond, the answers started from her right. ‘I’m Jonas Ostrow, majoring in Engineering. I’m from Hyralan, my family runs a salvage business.’
‘Hi, Jonas! I love the accent, very rustic, it’s good to know the Academy hasn’t forgotten those out in the provinces. And who’s your charming-looking friend there?’
‘Oh, this is Neraxea Nemm, she’s majoring in Security.’ He paused. ‘Interesting fact about her? Well, uh, her favourite food is Terran Pork Vindaloo.’
‘With extra chilies,’ she added.
Giles beamed to her. ‘Pleasure to meet you, Neraxea! I really like Bolians. My nanny was Bolian, and so was one of our cooks, your people make marvellous contributions to the service industry.’
Neraxea looked up at him now. ‘Gee, thanks for the compliment. Would you like to have unprotected sex with me?’
Eydir stepped in now before that could continue. ‘I am Eydir Daughter-of-Kaar of the Ten Tribes of Capella. I am a Medical major.’
‘Excellent! Anything interesting to note about you?’
She seemed to consider the question before replying. ‘I killed my sister in a duel over a boy when I was fourteen.’
His jaw dropped. ‘What?’
She frowned. ‘Father wasn’t pleased.’
Giles froze, drinking in the silence among the group, as if perhaps waiting for someone to tell him it was a joke. Then he looked to Sasha, the last of them, expectantly.
She pretended to only just notice him doing that. ‘Oh, I’m Pat McGroin. My Major’s Applied Mishegas.’
‘Is that a science?’
‘People have said I make it one.’
He frowned, before his eyes widened again. ‘Oooohhh, Pat McGroin! I get it!’ He chuckled politely. ‘So, who are you, really?’
‘You got a reason for asking? Apart from the chance to hear yourself speak?’
Giles eyed her, looking ready to challenge her attitude, before looking to the others. ‘It’s useful to learn something about people who might be serving under you.’
She arched an eyebrow. ”Under you’?’
He nodded. ‘Of course. When we get to our assigned ship, the thirty-six of us will be divided into six squads, each with its own leader. So…’ He left it at that, as if the re
st was obvious.
Now Sasha folded her arms across her chest as she regarded him. ‘I hate to burst your bubble, Giles, but maybe you won’t get the job? There’s more than a few folk here who could foot the bill.’
‘True,’ he admitted, smiling with derision at the very notion. ‘But another consideration is where we’re being posted.’ He leaned in more closely to the table. ‘I caught a glimpse of the coordinates for our destination when we left Beta Aquilae: that sector has the USS Impala. Commanded by one Captain Lucille Arrington.’ His eyes twinkled. ‘My aunt. So, it stands to reason that I’ll-‘
Eydir glared angrily at him. ‘You believe Starfleet would allow for nepotism? That is dishonourable. I do not accept this.’ She started to rise. ‘I will speak with the Commander-‘
‘Wait-‘ He put a hand on her shoulder to stop her, before withdrawing it quickly at her expression. ‘Nepotism is too strong a word. But you have to understand, the Arrington family has been influential within Starfleet for eight generations. You’ll find us in Starfleet Headquarters, Utopia Planitia, Alpha III, Starbase 1… we’re unavoidable.’
‘Like farts after a bean burrito,’ Sasha offered.
Now Giles focused on her again, unable to ignore her any longer. ‘Has my family done something to offend you in a past life?’
She twisted in place to face him. ‘Not a past life, this one.’
‘Umm, Sash,’ Jonas begun, before deciding to shut up when Neraxea put a hand on his arm.
‘Oh?’ Giles replied, still facing her. ‘And who was it then? Which member of my family are we talking about?’
‘Commander Matthew Arrington.’
The answer made him start. ‘My brother? He’s an important figure within Starfleet Intelligence! Under what circumstances would he see someone like you?’
Sasha grunted. Like she said at the start of this, this was not going to end well… ‘My first week at the Academy, your brother made the mistake of taking it upon himself to visit me in class. He then made the mistake of publicly informing everyone not only who I was, but giving his utterly unsolicited opinion that I had no business being there, and that I should just resign.
He then made the biggest mistake of all: he gave me permission to speak freely.
I exercised it.
By the time I was finished, your petty little bully of a brother looked ready to wet himself.’ She breathed out. ‘Hope that counts as an interesting fact about me.’
As Sasha told her story, she could see his face grow paler, his breath quicken and beads of sweat appear on his forehead. Finally, he rose back to his feet, stumbling slightly, unable to take his horrified eyes off of her. ‘You’re her… Sasha Hrelle!’ He glanced in angry disbelief at the others, as if in disbelief that they could be so calm about it. ‘The daughter of that traitor!’
She knew he was going to say it – other cadets had said as much, or similar, and lived to regret it – and she was already leaping to her feet and kicking aside her chair with a loud crash. Her fists balled at her sides, and her teeth were clenched, and her eyes were fixed mercilessly on him. ‘You wanna step outside and say that again?’
‘That would be inadvisable, Cadet Hrelle,’ came an older, cooler woman’s voice. ‘Given that ‘outside’ is currently warp space.’
All cadets stood at attention, though Sasha and Giles continued to glare at each other, as a tall, gaunt Vulcan with Commander’s pips on her collar approached. She was young, for a member of her race, but carried herself with authority and an expectation to receive all the privileges that this authority carried. With a practiced eye honed from a career serving as an Academy instructor, Commander Tameris overlooked the scene and focused on Giles. ‘Cadet Arrington, why are you back here?’
He shifted in place, face reddening further. ‘Commander, I was just getting to know my fellow shipmates.’
‘You appear to be doing far more than that, based on my observations and the gossip left in the wake of your passing. In addition to numerous failed sexual advances, you have boasted both that you will be appointed to the role of Squad Leader, and that our next assignment would be the USS Impala.’ She paused and added, ‘The former is not guaranteed. The latter will not happen.’
Sasha and the others remained quiet, knowing better than to draw attention to themselves, let alone argue. But Giles, perhaps because of his unfamiliarity with her, or just plain stubbornness, didn’t seem able to resist himself. ‘But- But the Impala is in this sector-‘
‘Indeed, as are many Starfleet vessels. But the Impala is a military escort, vessels engaged in combat or exploratory missions were considered unsuitable for cadets in the Accelerated Work and Education program. You should expect to serve on a supply or personnel ship, a tender, tug or possibly a buoy maintenance rig.’
Giles’ disappointment was visible, though Sasha knew that it had been clearly explained when they all applied for a place in the AWE Program: a golden opportunity to continue their Academy training while performing actual work in their chosen fields, earning credits and service time. And it probably wouldn’t do for the Academy’s best and brightest to be killed fighting the Tholians or disappearing in an unknown spatial anomaly.
And it seemed to sink into Giles’ head, because he moved onto his next tactic, ‘Commander, I need to send a message to my father, Admiral Jason Arrington at Starfleet Headquarters-‘
‘I am aware of the name and location of your father, Cadet,’ Tameris informed him archly. ‘You may submit a formal request once we have berthed and billeted on our assigned ship, as per regulations.’
Anyone who knew her knew that her tone now confirmed the matter was at an end. Giles obviously didn’t know her. ‘But I really need to speak to him urgently.’
The Vulcan seemed to grow centimetres in height before their very eyes. ‘You really need to return to your seat at the front of the ship, Cadet. Or you can remain onboard and return to Beta Aquilae II, where you can explain at your leisure to your father how you managed to get yourself removed from the Program.’
He stiffened, nodded curtly, and offered Sasha a final dirty look before departing.
Tameris then turned to Sasha. ‘Cadet Hrelle – or have you changed it to Cadet McGroin? – whatever your personal circumstances, I will not tolerate aggression towards your fellow cadets or shipmates. Is that understood?’
She nodded, feeling self-conscious and embarrassed. ‘Yes, Commander.’
Now Tameris’ attention focused on the Kal-toh board, gaze narrowing for an instant, before reaching out and working Sasha’s board controls. The Kal-toh rods reassembled and formed a perfect icosidodecahedron.
‘You would benefit more from playing the non-competitive version of the game,’ she informed them, before turning to depart.
But then stopped when Neraxea asked, ‘Commander, I know that our assigned ship is meant to be a secret until we arrive, but we can’t be that far away from it now, can we? I mean, you could come out and tell us at this point, couldn’t you?’
The Vulcan regarded her. ‘Yes, Cadet Nemm. I could.’
Then she departed.
The cadets returned to their seats, Eydir noting, ‘She is very droll. I did not expect that in a Vulcan.’
‘Yeah,’ Jonas muttered glumly. ‘I’m splitting my sides here from laughing.’
Sasha stayed silent, staring at the remains of her drink, feeling ashamed of herself. The first year at the Academy had been difficult, given what had been said about her stepfather by some circles: that his vanishing, quickly followed by the attack on Salem Four, had not been coincidental, and that in fact Starfleet Intelligence wanted to court martial him in absentia for treason. She was fortunate in that Captain Hrelle had just as many supporters as he had detractors – and that her verbal assault on Commander Arrington became the stuff
of Academy legend. She shouldn’t have risen to the bait with Giles, as much as he had provoked her.
‘Stay calm. Don’t lose your head. Accept your fears, and move on.’
Dad’s words rang in her head, and remained as relevant now as on the day when she first heard them. And as on the day when she first really needed them.
Six Years Ago:
‘Sasha? What did I say before about leaving your tricorder in your locker?’
The ten-year-old girl looked up at her teacher, flipping the lid closed to conserve power. ‘I was checking the content of my lunch for toxins.’
‘I see.’ Mr Oruh was a Betazoid, his solid-coal black eyes narrowing. He was a short man, bald, with large ears and nostrils and a warm smile, but Sasha and the other children were always wary of him, because of his telepathy. Oh, he always said that he would never read any of his students’ minds without permission, but somehow he always knew when one of the children was daydreaming or hiding snacks in their pockets. ‘Do you suspect we might be poisoning you?’
‘Not intentionally,’ she admitted. ‘But Mom said the diagnostics on the station replicators in this sector were overdue thanks to our putz Admiral and-‘
‘Your concern is appreciated,’ her teacher cut in, ‘But perhaps in future you can leave your tricorder at home? I know it was a birthday present, but that was last week. What do you think?’
She sighed. ‘Yes, Mr Oruh.’ She tried to use those mental techniques Dad had told her about, to keep her thoughts shielded, but of course didn’t know if it was working or not.
Dad. She hoped he was alright. He went off during her birthday party on an emergency, Mom said, and based on her silence in the last couple of days, he hadn’t responded. But that was okay, Sasha would reassure her. Space was big, even at warp speed, and Dad was always busy because he was very good at his job-
Without warning, an explosion rocked the classroom, with debris and dust raining down. Sasha had immediately dived under her desk, as per her Emergency Drill Training. Children screamed, quickly drowned out by the station’s Red Alert klaxon. Another explosion, and she shrieked as she felt debris strike her desktop, and she wrapped her hands around her head. What was happening? An asteroid strike, perhaps? No, the station had deflectors for that sort of thing.
She twisted in place to peer out from under the desk, towards the large observation windows in the rear of the classroom. The view was typically dominated by the fuchsia and aquamarine swirls of the nearby Banaris Nebula. It was still there – but now angry-looking vessels of unknown configuration swarmed about, firing white bolts of disruptor energy.
Sasha withdrew back under the desk as a third explosion rattled them. She called out, ‘Stay calm! Stay under your desks!’ But she couldn’t tell if anyone was listening to her, they all seemed to be in a panic. Where was Mr Oruh? He should be calming them down!
She peered out again and down the row of desks, seeing a large black duranium girder jutting down from the ceiling… with Mr Oruh under it! Quickly she crawled out towards him, concern for him overriding her terror. He was a good man, always said nice things about her to Mom and Dad, he had to be alright, he had to be-
He was! Well, he wasn’t alright: he was pinned down by the girder, and there was blood oozing from him, and he was struggling to speak, but all he could do was open his mouth and his eyes, attempting to communicate with her, managing only a weak telepathic plea: Pain- shelters- go to shelters-
Sasha nodded. The Shelters! Every section of the station had secured, self-contained areas that would provide oxygen, medical supplies and other useful items! They had to get to them! She rose and raced for the door- only to find more debris blocking it. She coughed and waved away the smoke in the air… only to stop as the smoke seemed to move of its own accord, like scarves drawn through the air by invisible hands. Numbly she watched the path they took, a path that led them… to cracks in the windows, letting them escape into the vacuum of space. But the windows were laminated clearsteel! The force required to breach them was- was-
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