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Argile By Waldo Chapter 1 - No vacation yet It felt strange for her to be walking through the massive corridors of Starfleet Headquarters again. For the many years as she had traveled on her unplanned journeys through the furthermost areas of space, she had frequently wondered if she would ever see any place on Earth again. And now for the second time in less than a week, she was in the main Starfleet building on Earth. Her head was held high, there was a noticeable quick pace to her walk and a determined smile on her face as she moved through the large building toward her destination. As she walked briskly, she realized that most people that she passed obviously knew who she was by the way that they looked at her with unabashed amazement in their eyes when they recognized her. She was grateful that they politely didn't gawk at her and that most of them treated her as if she were nothing more than an average Starfleet Captain. She might be the currently most renowned Explorer within Starfleet after having just returned from her multi-year journey but she only wanted to quickly get this unexpected callback out of the way. She was supposed to be on extended leave at her home and not here back within the Headquarters. She was supposed to be at home, relaxing with her husband and getting to know him again after her multi-year journey. He, like her, had changed a lot during the time that she had been gone from Earth. The major differences in her husband was that his hair was much thinner, his muscles weren't as firm and solid as when she left, and that the bloom of youth on his face had been replaced with a rugged maturity. She knew that she had changed somewhat also. There were noticeable strands of gray in her long dark-chestnut colored hair tightly brushed up and pulled back in the most common matronly bun hairstyle for female officers. There were the beginning indications of major wrinkles forming on her otherwise flawless face. Her smile now didn't have the casual friendly youthfulness but instead was a more formal, fixed smile as if it had to be forced instead of coming naturally. Her once-firm breasts, hidden underneath the relatively tight-fitting Starfleet Officer's female tunic had began to sag and now needed extra support to be kept at the appropriate level. But the biggest change in her physical appearance was within her eyes. The youthful, girlish friendly twinkle that had originally caused her handsome husband to fall in love with her so many years earlier was gone; replaced by a deadly seriousness from her many years of living almost daily on the edge of danger. She was still a pretty woman with her mid-American average- looking face. Not a beautiful woman anymore with her mid- forties mature face, but she was still definitely what most people would consider as being attractive. When she smiled, her gleaming white teeth and sparkling intelligent eyes could cause most people to re- classify her as being almost beautiful. When she frowned, her stern eyes, firm chin, and locked lips could cause most people to be extremely glad that they weren't on the receiving end of her ire. As she walked through the hallways, she knew that her eventual destination was within an area of the building where serious work was done. Her visit earlier in the week to the same building had been to the area of the building where ceremonies were held and people came simply to be slapped on the back for "job well done". Her unexpected callback to this part of the building meant that something was seriously wrong and that she might have to postpone the overdue long vacation that she was about to share with her husband. As she turned to go down a hallway leading to the office that had summoned her, she noticed that the people in the area seemed busier and more hurried in their movements. She knew that the people who worked in this part of the huge building had to work harder because their work was serious and their mistakes could result in the death of many innocent people. Once she was ready to come back to work, she knew that she wanted to work in this area and not in the ceremonial part of the building where they were preparing a desk for her. Twice, as she walked through the hallways, she was stopped by Security and her identity verified by the Guards, in addition to the almost constant silent scanning that she knew was being done by the Computer System. "Halt, identify yourself and your destination." As she spoke, she knew that her voice sounded huskier than normal. Being back on Earth and breathing normal unconditioned air had resulted in her catching a minor cold. "Captain Katherine Janeway, Commander of the Starfleet vessel Voyager. I've been summoned to Admiral Hawkin's office." "Proceed." The second time that she was stopped by a guard, the guard escorted her down a long hallway that had several security doorways blocking the hallways. From the deep security and frenzied actions of people that they passed, she knew that she was deep within the "heart" of Starfleet Operations. When the Guard stopped at a doorway and stood at attention as she entered, she knew that she was entering the "Lion's Den." "Captain Janeway. So good to see you again. Do you know Admiral Mulohany and Admiral T'Vacomre? Please take a seat." She didn't know either of the Admirals but she had once seen some confidential reports that then-Captain T'Vacomre had submitted. As for Admiral Hawkins, the only time that she had ever seen him had been in the huge crowd at her Welcome Home Ceremony a few days earlier. "No, I haven't had the pleasure of meeting either gentleman. Pleased to meet you." She shook hands with each man as they came forward to greet her. While there was a smile on everyone's face, she noticed that both men's eyes were deadly serious and she concluded that they weren't interested in useless friendly chit-chat. As soon as the formal introductions were finished, she sat in the chair that the Admiral had waiting for her. As expected, her chair was in the middle of the room and the three Admiral's chairs were arranged in a half-circle facing her chair. "Captain Janeway, I want to thank you for returning to work almost immediately after your many years of harrowing experiences to safely bring your crew back to Earth. I trust that you've had a few moments to relax a little and to have a little personal time with your husband. I would expect that after so many years traveling through space trying to return to Earth that you had a lot to discuss with your family. I recognize that it was only a scant week ago that we welcomed you finally back to Earth after so many years and told you to go home and relax a little after your long difficult journey. On behalf of Starfleet, let me offer my sincere apologies for unexpectedly bringing you back to Starfleet Headquarters so soon. I assure you that we wouldn't have recalled you back to work so quickly if there were any other possible way to resolve this important problem that we have to resolve in less than three days." Captain Katherine Janeway looked carefully at the Admiral who was speaking for the panel of three Admirals that had requested her immediate presence. She was supposed to be on extended leave for the next several months having just safely returned her vessel and crew to Earth after several years of being lost in a far-away quadrant. Several years before her spaceship and crew had been hurled trillions of miles away from Earth far away from the space normally explored by Starfleet. In that time, she had met hundreds of new civilizations and had greatly increased Starfleet's knowledge of that distant area of space. She had also routinely faced problems almost weekly over the last seven years that the typical Starfleet Captain only faced a few times within a normal career. "Quite all right, Admiral. My husband understands that duty doesn't always follow a schedule so we'll just postpone our little vacation a few weeks. What is this assignment?" "A moment first, Captain Janeway. Do you remember the name Captain Marsha Treadson?" The polite smile that had been on her lips instantly faded at the mention of a name that had once meant a lot to her when she was younger but had faded over the years. "Captain Treadson? Of course I do. When I was a sixteen- year-old fresh-faced girl trying to get into Starfleet Academy, she was assigned to be one of my mentors. We spent a few weeks going over my schoolwork and long term plans. It was because of her advice that I chose to option to become a pilot and to eventually become a Captain. I suppose that she probably had the greatest influence on my career and my personal life because at that time I was seriously considering becoming either an Engineer or a Doctor. When she was lost on the Argile a few weeks later it was an extremely personal loss for me as well as a serious loss for Starfleet." "Tell us what you know about the Argile's last mission, Captain." "The Argile was assigned to test a new theory in Wormhole transportation. That was many years ago, maybe twenty-two or twenty-three years ago. We all know that a Wormhole has two entrances with a vortex in between the doorways. The vortex typically transports a vessel that entered it at a speed of billions of miles per second to the other entrance. The theory that the Argile was going to explore was to attempt to blast a hole in the vortex, which would create a temporary new exit point somewhere about mid-point within the vortex. Captain Treadson was assigned to take her ship, the Argile, into a specific Wormhole and to try to escape while in route. Unfortunately the experiment failed and everyone perished. There was a major flaw in the theory which was discovered as a result of that tragic accident." "Almost correct, Captain. But that's because we didn't release too many details at the time of the accidence or since then. You probably obtained your information through the rumor mill. The Argile was able to exit the wormhole but no trace of it was ever found. The entire crew and vessel was placed on Lost In Space status just as your Voyager was placed in the same status when your ship disappeared. Just as you returned from that status, we think that it is possible that some of the crew may be able to be returned from that status. That's why we've asked you to come here. You see, a day after you returned to Earth, a drone spaceship was intercepted on the way to Earth. That drone contained computerized log records of the ship's crew at the time of the test and subsequent records for the last twenty years. The drone was launched three years ago to Earth with twenty years of various Log entries for us to review. Our experts have reviewed the records and have come to a rather unorthodox conclusion. Before we, as senior representatives of Starfleet, accept the recommendations, we wanted one more set of experienced eyes to review the records. Because of your recent vast experience in exploring other worlds and a few other minor reasons, we've decided that you are the ideal person to review those old records." "What was their recommendation?" "We would like you to review the newly discovered records first, then develop your own recommendations and then help us define our course of action. You had one more friend on the Argile, didn't you?" A frown momentarily flashed across her face as it brought back old memories that she had kept suppressed for over twenty-three years. "I wouldn't call him that. You are referring to Lieutenant Daniel Baker, aren't you?" "Yes, the man who you accused of trying to rape you when you were that fresh-faced little virgin that you just described. Why don't you tell us about that incident, Captain?" "There's not much to tell. The Argile was in Space Port for repairs and the crew was given other duties while the repair crew was working on the Argile. Captain Treadson was assigned duties to mentor me as well as several other students my age. Lieutenant Baker was assigned similar duties to involve his specialty, which was hand-to-hand combat and fighting. I had several meetings with both of them in groups and was surprised one day to see that Lieutenant Baker had scheduled me for some one-on-one individual training. I showed up, he tried to rape me. I escaped and filed charges against him. The charges were never served because the Argile disappeared before the charges could be processed." "Interesting story. Are you sure that he tried to rape you? After all, you were a naive girl just out of high school at the time and surely you weren't too familiar with the ways of the world." "Admiral, he tried to rape me." "Tell us the details, please. Leave nothing out." Captain Janeway paused for several seconds as she recalled those now-forgotten days. "He scheduled an one hour session in a private padded room. I showed up dressed in the standard schoolgirl two-piece leotard. When he saw me, he began smiling as if he was thinking of something mischievous. He threw a couple of comments at me, which were crude suggestions. I don't remember the exact comments but I included them in my report at the time." "Yes, we've read that report. Continue." "I thought it was mighty suspicious when he pulled off his fighting suit so that he was only wearing something as big as a man's bathing suit. I remember that he was big... perhaps six foot five or so. And he was heavy but it wasn't fat but bulky muscles. Perhaps three hundred and twenty pounds. He was a young man. Maybe twenty-two or twenty- three years old but he was experienced in combat. He had a very hairy body but it wasn't dark hair but a golden-red hair that covered almost his total body. With his thick bushy beard and overgrown hair, he looked like an ancient Viking warrior." She paused for a second, the pain reflected in her eyes from her long suppressed memories of that incident. Clearing her throat, she resumed her discussion. "Anyhow we started the training and we circled each other warily. He surprised me by grabbing my arm, spinning me to the ground and then dropping his heavy body on top of my body pinning me to the matt. I wasn't hurt, just had the wind knocked out of me a little. However I couldn't move because of his heavy body lying on top of my body. So I surrendered. That's when he laughed and did something that shocked me. He kissed me. But as his hairy lips covered my lips, he also slipped a hand between our bodies and began squeezing one of my breasts. That's when I tried to hit him but he stopped me. We struggled for a few seconds but it was useless for me to struggle with his big weight holding me down so I saved my strength and tried to ignore the fact that his lips were touching my lips and he was trying to force his tongue into my mouth. When I felt his weight shift slightly so that he could slide his hand up under my leotard top, I used that opportunity to swing my knee as hard as I could at his testicles. I didn't hit him as directly as I hoped but I managed to do enough damage so that he grunted and rolled off of me. I started to jump to my feet so that I could escape and that's when his big hand grabbed my clothes and he jerked me back down. That powerful jerk ripped the tunic from my chest. I was lying there with my bare breasts exposed. I tried to get back up and he grabbed my arms pulling me tightly against his body again. For ten, maybe twenty seconds, he held me tightly against his hairy belly as he tried to convince me to surrender my virtue to him." "Was that what he wanted or did he just want to see if you could defend yourself? You know that he may have been trying to make you think that you were in a dangerous situation to see what you could do when under pressure. Just as Captain Treadson's job was to evaluate your mental skills, his job was to evaluate your personal fighting ability." "Sir, standard Starfleet procedures are that a senior officer authorize and a doctor as well as the senior officer monitor any situations whenever a high school student is in a pressure training session. There was no doctor, no senior officer, just Lieutenant Baker seeing how far he could get with me. I may have been a naive young girl at that time, but I knew what he was after. I had been previously kissed by several boyfriends who had tried similar tricks on me but they weren't as rough. Then he let go of me and I tried to back up to get away from him. I remembered how I crossed my arms because of the way that he was staring at my exposed breasts. That's when he grabbed me again and said 'come on girl, you know that you want to fuck me. All women want to be fucked.' He was holding my arm, trying to pull my arm down so that he could look at my breasts. That's when I surprised him and struck at his face with my sharp fingernails." Her normally hoarse voice dropped to a mere whisper as she looked at her hand recalling that incident. "I remember his groan as my fingernails made four bloody tracks across his upper cheek. He grabbed his face and stared at me as if he just realized that I really didn't want to be intimate with him. Then he said 'maybe all women want to be fucked but it sure looks like you're not going to be fucked by me today. Get the hell out of here bitch and don't you ever tell anyone about this.' I pushed backwards away from him and got to my feet. I rushed to the closed door and saw my bag of clothes. I paused long enough to grab a sweater and to pull it on to cover up my naked chest then I rushed out of the room. When I returned a few minutes later with a Security Guard to have him arrested, he was gone. I told Security that I wanted to press charges against him. The security man refused to do anything because it was going to be just my word against his word and he sent me home without filing any charges. I spent a day or two at home feeling despondent over the incident then decided that I had to do what was right no matter what it personally cost me. So I returned to Starfleet Security and tried several times to press charges. It took almost a week of coming to Security and I went through several interrogations where my character was questioned more than his actions. Finally I found someone to press charges against Lieutenant Baker but by that time, he was back on the Argile and it was on the way to its mission. That's the last I ever heard of him." "That closely matches your original report. We also reviewed it because we wanted to see if there was any reason that you shouldn't be the officer reviewing the drone's reports. We don't someone that is biased to be an active participant." "Sir, what occurred was between us and my original charges are still on file. If he is involved, then I will be professional within any review that you assign to me and I won't let my personal feelings become part of the decision making process. However if he ever returns to Earth, then I will make sure that he stands trial on my original charges." "We can't ask anymore of you. With your experience and the things that you are going to learn when you review these log entries; you will see why we think that you are the most suitable person to review the logs. Captain, in the next room is a small computer screen as well as the appropriate access to the various log entries. It's going to take you maybe two days to review everything and another day to develop your report. In three days, we'll see you and then you can go back home to your husband." Chapter 2 - Reviewing the Logs Sitting down at the small desk containing the single computer screen, Katherine Janeway took a deep breath before she started the review process. There were so many other things that she would rather be doing, rather than be reviewing those old logs. After all, she had only been back on Earth for a week and she had seven years of loving to try to catch up with her husband. Normally the computer could be verbally ordered to do almost any task but these logs were currently considered too sensitive for the main computer system so they were stored on an antique computer where she had to manually press buttons to operate the screen. Pressing the advance button, she saw the first log entry pop up on the screen. It was a video log showing the bridge of a ship that was taken about twenty-three years ago. From the details displayed in the corner of the screen, she determined that it was taken only about a few hours before the Argile was lost which was about two weeks after her unforgettable incident with Lieutenant Baker. She instantly recognized the petite body and Oriental face of Captain Marsha Treadson. When the thirty-three-year-old officer spoke, her accent was very noticeable in her high-pitched childlike voice. "Captain's Log. Captain Marsha Treadson reporting. For the last five days, we've been stress testing the Argile to make sure that all systems are going to be working correctly when we need them most. Chief Engineer Thompson has gone on record protesting that I've scheduled the Warp Drive to be pushed to the maximum of Warp 6.9. He insists that anything over 6.7 on this vessel could result in damage to the drive and possible explosion. But every chief engineer since Scottie has warned his captain not to push the engine or it 'might blow'. Well, I have to take that risk. I need all the power that I can get when Lieutenant Baker fires a bank of proton torpedoes laterally as we are whirled through the vortex. If I don't use full speed then I might not make it through the hole that we're going to create. The explosive from the torpedoes will blast a temporary hole in the vortex then I'll use the warp drive to push the ship through before the hole closes over again. If everything goes correctly, we'll be somewhere in unknown space but outside the wormhole. Then all we have to do is to find our way back to Earth and report our success. Treadson out." The log entry ended and the image faded from the screen. The image of her long-ago friend had brought back many memories to Captain Janeway. As a student, Katherine had been very impressed with the take-charge attitude of the female captain and many years later, she discovered that she had modeled a lot of her principles and actions upon that mentor. Pressing the advance button, she saw an image of the bridge again but this time it was covered with thick smoke and Captain Treadson's uniform was ripped as well as stained with some dark substance. When the officer spoke, her voice was rushed and higher pitched than normal showing that she was obviously very stressed and trying to rush through the recording of this particular log entry. "Captain's log. Major problems. The proton torpedoes blew a hole in the vortex but as we powered through the hole using maximum overdrive, the Warp Drive exploded. We got out of the wormhole through our hole but Thompson and most of his crew were instantly killed. I've got dead people all over the place. I've sent Lieutenant Baker out to do damage analysis. I think that the doctor is dead. Even most of my bridge crew is dead. I grabbed T'Gaul from Hydroponics who knows nothing about piloting a space vehicle and stuck him the pilot's chair telling him to put as much distance between that damn wormhole and us as he could get. I'm going to the other decks to see if I can help anyone who's injured. This is a fucking nightmare. Treadson out." The log entry went blank. Leaning back in her chair, Janeway went over the potential reasons for the explosion as well as possible damage that she was familiar with so that she could better understand the rest of the entries. She knew that if the Warp Drives had exploded then at least half the ship was totally destroyed which meant almost instant death for at least half the crew. Pressing the advance button again, she quickly saw another image but the image of the familiar male face from her past caused a cold chill to run down her backbone. It was the grease-stained face of Lieutenant Daniel Baker. "Captain's log. Baker here. Ship's almost totally destroyed. Treadson's dead. I found her on deck three where she had been trying to drag someone to safety when the oxygen leak caused her to pass out. I don't think that she ever realized that she was going to die. The other officers are dead too as is the Doctor. Out of two hundred forty- three officers and crewmen, only eighteen of us are still alive. I'm the only officer left. I've got T'Gaul still sitting in the Pilot's seat but it ain't going to do us any fucking good. All engines are destroyed. Only thing that we've got left are some minor engines that are only used for docking within a spaceport. So we've got some minor maneuverability but that's about it. Also the oxygen leak is getting worse so that we've only got about a month's supply of air. That's the good news. The bad news is that every Engineer who could fix the oxygen system is dead. I've only got a Nurse, three members from the Hydroponics Staff, four Geological specialists in other world's geology, and nine members of the Political Brain trust. Those guys don't know how to do shit except to predict what some planet's society is going to do in the next five or six hundred years. Except for the male nurse, none of them are capable of doing anything worthwhile to save us. That reminds me of another problem. All of the women are dead also. Pickings for nighttime bed partners were mighty slim before but now it is zilch. Even with nothing to do but to wait for our eventual death, there ain't any pussy around to help pass the time. I always hoped that I could celebrate my rapidly approaching death while in my bed with fresh pussy juice between my legs. Well, it looks like I'm now the Captain and I've got to save these worthless bastards lives. Baker out." Captain Janeway was flooded with mixed emotions. One part of her was feeling very sorry for Baker because of the dangerous situation while another part of her was still feeling a little hatred after all those years. Recognizing that she couldn't let hate influence her judgment, she tried to be objective as she pressed the advance button again. This time, the screen showed an image of Lieutenant Baker and he had obviously had time to take a shower and cleanup. "Captain's log. Lieutenant Baker again, still acting commander. It's been four days since the explosion and we've finally finished burying all of the victims following standard space burial procedures. There are eighteen of us left. Eighteen men and zero women. We have a major problem with the oxygen supply. The machines that make oxygen are damaged and none of these men know how to fix it. So it looks like we've got only about three weeks left. Radio's dead so we can't call for help. Where I had intended to float around in space until someone came into radio range, it now looks like I need to start looking for a planet that is habitable. If we stay in space, they can find us only if they get within a million or so miles of us. However the only way that they'll ever find us on a planet is if they decide to explore the planet. We don't have any options. Stay up here and we're out of oxygen and we'll soon die peacefully like Captain Treadson. Find a planet and we might survive but we probably won't be found within our lifetime. If we crash on a planet, we'll most likely spend the rest of our lives there because no one even knows what part of space to start looking for us. Also landing on a planet has other risks such as unknown viruses and alien life forms that don't like strangers. I expect that if we land on a planet that no one will ever know what really happened to us. Reason is that we don't have any women. No way to create children to keep our heritage, as little as it is, intact. When we die, all trace of us will soon disappear. It doesn't look fucking good for us. Baker, out." She knew that he was absolutely right about their options. As a result of that empathy she felt a lot of compassion for him and wished that there was someway that she could help him but there was nothing she could do now but to review the twenty-some years of logs that had been on the drone. It made her sad to realize that everything that she had just observed had occurred over twenty years earlier. Pressing the advance button again, she saw another image of Lieutenant Baker. "Captain's log again. I've formally appointed myself Captain and told the crew. After all, I am the senior officer now so that makes me the Captain anyway. I've promoted T'Gaul to Commander because he's got the most experience in flying this floating rock from the few hours that I've kept him stuck in the pilot's chair. I've also promoted Nurse Boston to Doctor Boston. After all, he's the only one with any medical experience. Sick Bay by the way is in great shape after the explosion. No damage at all there or in the nearby transporter bay. I've also selected one of the other men, a smart young chap named Jenkins to be my Lieutenant. It was a choice between him and another Yeoman named Bacon. They were both good choices but I could only have one other officer to keep the crew balanced. I had everyone move into the officer cabins near the bridge. I moved into Captain Treadson's quarters and packed up her personal gear, which I'll put into storage. Maybe if we're ever rescued, I can turn it over to her next of kin. Did find a surprise in her bedroom. She had a dildo. Guess that was why she was always so reserved and straight assed as well as why she spent a lot of time in her private quarters. She sure didn't let any of us try to get into her panties and now I know why she didn't want a lover after finding that dildo. Captain Baker out." The concept of a female Captain keeping a dildo in her private bedroom didn't surprise Katherine. As a long-time female officer whose husband remained on Earth, she had always kept her own dildo handy for those times when her female body's personal needs were hard to ignore and she needed some nighttime relief to help her forget the pressures of her job. Keeping a dildo in her own bedroom had been the only way that Katherine had kept her sanity at times. She knew that men frowned upon personal sex toys for women because a man typically didn't need anything other than his right hand for his own relief while a woman needed something to satisfy those deep burning itches that small fingers typically couldn't reach. She pressed the advance button again. "Captain's log. It's been a week since the last entry. I don't like making these damn logs but I know that they are part of the job. We've got some major problems. Two of the other crewmen caught Lieutenant Jenkins downstairs and they did a job on him. I expected something like to occur because Jenkins is very effeminate. He's got the only piece of desirable ass on this damn flying rock and someone raped him. So I had to do my duty. I locked up the two men and if they live through our landing, I'll have to find some future way to protect Jenkins from them. By the way, we've discovered a planet that we are going to try to reach if we've got enough fuel and oxygen. There doesn't appear to be any existing life on it but it is very similar to our Earth several million years ago. We are headed toward it and will orbit it until the last moment then we'll crash on into it. Baker out." So far, the self-appointed Captain was doing everything almost by the book. He might have a pissy attitude but at least he was trying to save his crew and vessel. As for his crewmen's problem, she quite well understood how some men could try to take advantage of someone else of the same sex in that circumstance. She felt sorry for Lieutenant Jenkins having served with many men over the years who had soft non-masculine personalities and who were frequently abused by other men. Pressing the button again, she saw another image of now- Captain Baker. "Captain's Log. We're going in and I'm going to try to land this damn thing on the planet. Don't have any choice but to try. It took longer to get here with those small engines and we're almost out of oxygen. I had the computer plot a course for us and we have to act now to ensure that we'll land on solid terrain. Last thing that we want to do is to crash into the ocean and to swim zillions of miles to shore. So we've picked a forest area and will use the trees to slow our landing down. Won't be able to slow down much because once we enter the planet's atmosphere, this thing will have all of the flying ability of a rock. Baker out." She could tell that he wasn't too skilled at flying and then she remembered that his expertise was in weaponry. She silently wished him luck. Pressing the advance button again, she saw a very disheveled Captain Baker but this time there was a big grin on his face. "Captain's Log. We made it. Don't know how but we survived the landing. We cleared out a lot of trees as we bounced across the landscape with this flying rock but we're here in one piece. Sick Bay is still fully functional as is the Computer room and Transporter Room. Have two functional transporter bays but what good is it to transport something only twenty-five feet? Our quarters are still in good shape so we will continue to live in the ship while we explore this area of the planet. Baker out." Pressing the advance button again, she saw the now familiar ruddy complexion, thick beard and large body of Captain Baker but his face was tanned which indicated that he had probably been out in the sun a lot instead of staying within the wrecked spaceship. "Captain's log. It's been a month since we crashed onto this planet and we've got problems again. I had to release my two jailed crewmembers when we started coming in for a landing a month ago but they promised to leave Ed Jenkins alone at that time. Well, they've been harassing Jenkins again. I told him to whip their ass but that's not his style. He's a talker instead of a doer or fighter. So I called a group meeting and talked to everyone. They understood where I was coming from while I understood them also. We're all horny. We need some pussy. All eighteen of us are looking at each other as if we might all turn gay overnight. No way that I'll ever turn gay. I'll fuck someone's ass if I have to but it'll be in the dark if I suspect that it's a man. If we just had one woman here, everything would be alright. I even made the mistake of asking Jenkins if he was gay because he has some mighty strong effeminate mannerisms. He claims to be just as heterosexual as me but I'm not sure. Well, everyone is bored and we're just sitting around waiting to be rescued. I don't think that's ever going to happen. I think that all of us will die here and there won't be any trace of us because there won't be any children to keep our memories alive. Baker out." She pressed the advance button again. "Captain's log. Baker again it's been about a month since the last entry. I just had the most amazing discussion with Lieutenant Jenkins and Doctor Boston. For the last three or four days both of them have been talking so much to each other that some of us have been to suspect that maybe they were doing something to each other. Then they came to me with their plan. Most weird plan that I've ever heard. They too have been doing some serious thinking about our lack of women and how every society needs women. So they came up with two conclusions. One was that we all die and no trace remains of us because we don't have any women to bear children. Two was that we create some women so that we can begin to have children. I asked them how they planned to create women and that when they described their real plan. They planned to turn some of the men into women. I laughed at them. That's when they showed me that they had done a lot of thinking about this concept. Doctor Boston told me that the computers were still functional and still contained records of all the crewmembers to include the deceased crewmembers as well as many thousands of other Starfleet personnel. The doctor said that it would be a two-step transformation process that would take about ten days. The first step would be gradually and permanently modify the man's body into a woman's body. The doctor proposed to use the transporter to repeatedly transport the volunteer male subject from one transporter pod to the other pod for two hours per day with each trip modifying a few atoms at a time in a prescribed pattern. Each trip would result in the man's atoms changing slightly so after ten days of two hours per day, the man should physically be a woman. Step two would be to modify the man's thinking so that the man's thought process would also gradually change into the thought processes of a typical woman. Doctor Boston said that he would place the subject into the PsychoAnalyzer chamber for about three hours after each day's transporter session. Over three hours of sleep- induced thought probing, the man's thought patterns would be replaced with new thought patterns taken from PsychoAnalyzer records of females stored in the computer. Thus in ten days, a male would be converted physically into a woman by the transporter reassembling the man's atoms into a woman's shape and would also be mentally converted into a woman by putting new pro-female thought processes into the man's brain. It sounded like a wild ideal to me so I asked the one question that I knew would stop the project. I asked them who this volunteer was going to be? Which of our men would willingly give up his balls, cock and love for fucking pussy to be turned into a piece of pussy for the other men to enjoy. That's when I was really surprised. Jenkins said that he would volunteer. After several long minutes of further discussion, I determined that he was serious and I agreed to discuss the topic at our next group meeting which I would call for tonight. Baker out." It was the most farfetched plan that Captain Janeway had also heard but it was technically feasible. She knew that the transporter with the aid of detailed computer schematics could be set to modify a person's body although Starfleet didn't like to discuss that potential utilization. She also knew that the typical computer contained detailed mental images of thousands of Starfleet employees that were frequently used to identify fakers or employees who were being mind-controlled. One of the standard medical tests that every Away Team member automatically went through after a mission was an analysis by a PsychoAnalyzer chamber to determine changes in the member's thought process. So if the device could be used to record a person's memories and subsequently compare those stored memories against memories within a brain then there was also a possibility that it could be used to place memories or thought patterns into someone's mind. She quickly pressed the advance button so that she could learn the results of the group meeting. "Captain's log. Baker again. Up until the meeting started, I thought that everyone would just have a good laugh and then we would forget about it. But I saw their faces as Doctor Boston described the process. They were looking at each other and trying to decide which one of their friends they should convince to volunteer to become the group pussy. I noticed that most of them seemed to stare a lot at Jenkins. Then it got to the point where I asked for a volunteer but we hadn't told them yet that Jenkins had volunteered earlier. After none of them stepped forward, Jenkins calmly raised his hand. That's when he suddenly became everyone's best friend. If he was going to have tits on his body and a pussy between his legs in only ten days, they all wanted to be on good terms with him. The fucking bastards. Anyhow, he did it. He said in front of everyone that he would let the Doctor turn him into a woman. So I guess that we start his processing in three days. The doctor has to do some hunting through the various computerized female records and find the stuff that he wants to put into Jenkins' mind. There's also some more programming that has to be done to the transporter so that it makes the desired changes to Jenkins' body. In three days just before we start the process, I'll give Jenkins another opportunity to back out. If he doesn't back out and the transformation process works, then at least we'll have a woman on this damn planet at last. I sure could use some pussy as I'm sure that we all could. I just wonder how we're going to share one woman between the seventeen of us without constantly fighting. Baker out." Katherine knew that he was right about the potential for problems. She pressed the advance button so that she could see if they did try to transform the young man into a woman. "Captain's log. Captain Baker reporting. Ed, come here and do your thing. If you're going to go ahead with this crazy scheme, I want it part of the official log that you volunteered. Go ahead." A young man moved into the picture. His bland face, highly recessed hairline and thin hair made him look like a typical dentist or accountant. He had an oval-shaped face, large nose and flat facial features. Standing near the huge Captain Baker made him look small but he was really six feet tall and weighed one hundred and eighty-five pounds. "Hi, my name is Edward Jenkins. All my friends call me Ed. As the Captain said, I'm going to volunteer for this mission where I'll be transformed into a woman. I'm not doing it because I want to see what it's like to be a woman or for the sex but I'm doing it because I realize that if we are going to survive on this planet that we need to be able to reproduce other humans. I'm doing it so that we can have children and can continue our species through those children. Anything else that I should say, Danny?" Placing a large hand on Lieutenant Jenkins' shoulder, Captain Baker answered the question. "No, you pretty much laid it on the table. Doctor Boston has finished all the setup changes to the equipment and he says that it's ready for us to start tomorrow morning. I'm going to have one more meeting tonight and I'll give you one more opportunity to back out. If not, then we start your transformation process tomorrow morning. Baker out." Chapter 3 - A partial answer to a major problem The next image showed an obviously subdued Captain Baker who was looking very pensive. "Captain's Log. Baker reporting. I didn't realize what a can of worms that I was getting into. Last night I held one last meeting to discuss the transformation process again and to give Jenkins the opportunity to back out. Not only did he stand by his decision but someone else stood up to support him and to put their two cents into the topic. Yeoman Bacon is a smart guy and he's one of those people who are trained to understand how civilizations on other planets work. So he stood up and said that we had the right ideal. If we were going to survive, we had to have women who were capable of producing children as part of our group. He said that he would support the concept as long as producing babies was a primary requirement and that we weren't doing it just for some occasional pussy. Then he got very long-winded. Seems he thinks that we need to have more women. He proposed that we have a minimum of six women. That would create one woman for every two men. He said that each woman getting pregnant each year could create six babies every year and that in twenty years, that our little community would increase from the original eighteen of us to one hundred and thirty-eight of us. He also said that once the babies started turning sixteen, that they could also start having babies of their own. He said that if we tried to do it with just one woman instead of six women that in twenty years that we would barely double our population and each of the kids would be a year older than the next kid. He said the ideal scenario was for nine of us to allow ourselves to be turned into women and that would assure that our new civilization had a very mixed gene pool as well as enough of us to survive any future problems. I asked him if he wanted to be one of the nine new women and he sat down as he shook his head that he wasn't volunteering. He said a lot and it got me to thinking that maybe he is right. Maybe we do need more women. Only problem is how do I convince some more of the men to volunteer. I sure as hell ain't going to let it happen to me. Well, it'll be interesting to see what happens to Jenkins. We're going to start the process tomorrow morning. Baker out." Captain Janeway was beginning to feel a little nervous. Where she had expected to find the standard log entries which usually discussed equipment problems or encounters with alien races, this series of log entries was almost totally dedicated to providing a constant source of pussy for the crewmembers who didn't volunteer. At the same time, it offered insight into how a new civilization could be created from this tinkering with someone's gender. She pressed the advance button again. "Commander's log. Baker speaking. Come here Ed and let's show them the results of the first day's transformation process. Stand in front of the camera and discuss what you did today." Slowly Lieutenant Jenkins moved into the designated area and stared up at the camera. While his movements were slow, he appeared to be more relaxed than he was on the previous recording. "Hi, well we started it today. I laid on one of the transporter pods and Doctor Boston started the process. So for two hours, I would feel myself being paralyzed by the transporter beam and could feel a tingling as it began disassembling my atoms. I could be looking somewhere and a second later I would discover that I was looking at something else because I was twenty-five feet away from where I had been only one second earlier. So I repeated that process every five seconds for two hours then as soon as that part of it was done, Doctor Boston had me lay in the PsychoAnalyzer chamber for about three hours. I didn't do nothing but sleep in that thing. When that was finished, the doctor asked me if I felt any different. I told him the truth that I felt very normal. That's when he told me to look at my chest. I was very surprised. My areolas, which are normally about the size of a quarter, were now about twice as big and they were much darker than normal. There was also a little puffiness under the skin. Not much puffiness, maybe sticking out about a quarter of an inch but it was a very noticeable difference. Then he told me to put on my clothes. As I started putting on my clothes, I was surprised to see that my clothes were much bigger than my body. We checked and I shrunk an inch and lost ten pounds. No wonder my clothes were much bigger on me. Doctor Boston told me to look at my face in the mirror. I almost shit in my trousers when I realized that my face had changed slightly. It wasn't so much of a change that anyone, to include myself, would notice unless they were comparing my face of yesterday with today's face. But my face isn't as round now and my chin is just a little different; just a little pointed. There was also a big difference in my hairline. It used to be receded in these areas to almost back over my ears but now it has only a little recession. My hair is also thicker. I also think that my skin is a little softer but the doctor couldn't notice any difference in my skin. He also said that I was a little more talkative. Other than those minor changes, there wasn't any real major change in my body or appearance." "Ed, why don't you pull up your tunic and let the camera record an image of the difference in your chest. Lieutenant Jenkins smiled a broad happy smile, silently indicating that the concept of showing off the minor changes in his body's shape pleased him. Grabbing the hem of his tunic, he lifted it up until his nipples were exposed. "See what I mean by darker and also bigger. I've also noticed that they are a little more sensitive. I can't wait to see what they finally look like." "Thank you, Ed. Well, that's what he looks like after the first treatment. Baker out." When Captain Janeway pressed the advance button again, this time the view showed the inside of one of the private quarters. Lieutenant Jenkins was staring toward the camera. "Personal Log. Hi, the doctor said that I should make an entry in my personal log every day to record the changes in my body as well as the changes in my attitude. I think that today's log is a waste of time. I look almost the same, except for a slight puffiness in my chest, which by the way now has bigger areolas; some more hair on my head and my chin is slightly different. I had expected the changes to be major each day but the doctor told me that sometimes the change was inside where I wouldn't be able to see it. So I supposed that this morning's changes were to make my internal body parts more feminine. I have noticed also that I'm more talkative and I feel more relaxed. I was pretty nervous yesterday and especially this morning before we did that thing but now I feel very calm. I'm not afraid of it anymore and can't wait to see how it changes my body tomorrow. If I'm going to be a woman in ten days, it's got a lot of changes to make. I asked the doctor what I would look like when my transformation was finished and he told me that I would be very pretty. I was a little curious about my final appearance but decided that I wanted to be surprised. As long as it works, I'll be happy. Well, enough of this chitchat. I've got some work to do. This place is a mess. I know that I haven't been much of a housekeeper since I moved in here but I'm surprised that I let it get this messy. So I'm going to spend the afternoon cleaning up my place. Bye now. Jenkins out." Pressing the advance button again, she saw Captain Baker sitting in his normal command chair. "Captain's log. Lieutenant Jenkins just finished the Day Two transformation process. Ed, step over here and let's get a video recording of the obvious changes to your body today." This time when Lieutenant Jenkins moved into the area where the camera was aimed, there were very obvious differences in his appearance and also within his attitude. The pace of his walk was very slow and deliberate as he moved to the center of the recording area. In addition to his hairline being fully thick without any receded areas, his normally closely cropped hair was about two inches longer. As he moved to the center of the room, there was also a confidence in his posture as well as a happy gleam in his eyes. He had the attitude of someone well at ease with his appearance. "Hi everyone. Ed Jenkins here. Well, let me say that the new Ed Jenkins is here today. There is a definite change in my appearance. You've probably already noticed that I've now got a full head of thick hair where only two days ago I was at least two thirds bald. Not only is it filled out so that I've got a normal head of hair again, but it also grew longer and slightly darker. My hair used to be a mousy brown color but this new color is more of a dark brown color. Before I pull my tunic up to expose my chest, take a good look at my face. You might not see it on the recording but my facial complexion has also greatly changed. I used to have scraggy whiskers. When I let it grow once, it wasn't a full-blown beard like Baker's thick beard but was such a scraggy mess that I immediately shaved it off. Well, I've only got a few whiskers anymore. Most of my facial hair growth ability disappeared. Additionally my complexion is noticeably softer and smoother. The shape of my face has also changed from having a round face to where my face is beginning to be more triangular. My nose isn't as big as it was and it looks like my eyes have slightly changed shape also so that I don't have those fleshy bags under my eyes anymore. I used to have a double chin but that has also faded as my chin changed shape. My face still looks enough like my old face where most people probably wouldn't notice the changes. But now it's time for the real show. Instead of me just pulling up my tunic a few inches, I'm going to take it off." Turning around so that his back was facing the camera, Lieutenant Jenkins slowly removed his tunic and dropped it on the floor. Placing his hands over his chest the way that a woman hides her breasts, he quickly spun around and laughed as he jerked his hands back to reveal the change. "Ha, I've got tits now. Maybe they might be the small size of a thirteen-year-old girl's tits, but they are clearly tits. The area that was puffy under the areolas yesterday has now been filled in by a small mound of flesh. They might only be sticking out from my chest slightly and only about the same size as a peach pit but they are clearly tits. Aren't they pretty? And they are so sensitive too. I have to slap my own hands because I find myself playing with myself too often. See the other changes in my body. My waist is getting noticeably smaller and my shoulders aren't as wide while my hips are getting a little more fleshier. I lost another inch in height as well as another ten pounds. From the way that my hips are getting bigger, it appears that in addition to losing bulk, I'm also redistributing some of my body fat. I don't quite have the sexy type of shapely ass where I would be proud to bend over and wave at you yet but I think that it's getting there. My legs also changed slightly so that they're not as muscular any more. So those are the physical changes. As for the mental changes, I haven't really noticed any changes in the way that I'm thinking or acting. However Doctor Boston says that I'm definitely more talkative and more outgoing. He also said that I've begun to walk differently and that some of gestures have changed to be more feminine. But I haven't noticed those changes. I feel as if I'm acting the way that I've always acted. Well, I'm going to go now. Jenkins out." Katherine had also observed the minor changes in the man's personality. Especially in the way that he almost seemed to flirt with the camera and the soft movements of his upper body. While he wasn't being so overly feminine that his movements looked comical, there was definitely a strong femininity within his personality. Pressing the advance button, she saw the image of Lieutenant Jenkins in his private quarters. "Personal Log. Hi, it's me again. The Captain and Doctor have restricted me to my quarters when I'm not in the Sick Bay. That's so that the other men don't see me until my transformation is complete. But the doctor still wants me to make these daily personal log entries so that later someone else can see that my transformation wasn't difficult at all. Well, I think that I said it all in the Captain's Log a few minutes ago so this log is going to be very short. I've got a lot to do this evening. First, I feel like taking a luxurious bath and I think that I'm going to shave my legs. I know that I'm rushing the leg shaving a little but it's something that I think that I want to try. It looks like so much fun to just be lying in a warm tub of soapy water and your leg resting on the tub while you gently remove all that old nasty leg hair. I'm so looking forward to that. Then I've got to replicate me some new clothes that fit my body now. I only need a couple of outfits because the Doctor says in two or three more days I'll be able to get rid of all of my old clothes. Well, I think that I'll go get my bath water started. Bye. Jenkins out." Pressing the advance button again, the next image showed Lieutenant Jenkins sitting in a chair in his private quarters. His hair was much darker and was so long now that it covered his ears in a pageboy type hairstyle. The shape of his face had changed so that he no longer looked like his old self, with the shape beginning to become more like a classical woman's finely chiseled features. He was smoking a cigarette and his frowning face showed that he wasn't happy. Instead of wearing a uniform, he was totally naked. "Personal Log. Day Three. I told the Captain that I didn't want to participate in his Captain's log today and he excused me as long as I did a personal log. So here it is and it'll be short. My hair is much longer and darker. I had to trim the bangs so that it didn't cover my eyes. My face changed a lot today. I almost didn't recognize myself when I looked into the mirror at how much it's changed over the last three days. My boobs also filled out a lot more to where they are almost an A-cup size. The doctor told me that I could start wearing a bra but I don't feel like it today. I'm in here because I feel miserable. The doctor told me that my body was going through so many hormonal changes that I'm experiencing the same type of cramps that women experience once a month. No wonder I feel like a bitch today and am so crabby. Even though I'm not physically able to insert a tampon into my body yet, I'm experiencing all of the misery associated with that unfortunate aspect of being a woman. I don't want to do nothing but to try to find some comfortable position and nothing works. If this miserable discomfort is what I have to look forward to every twenty-eight days then I don't want to be a woman. Oh yeah, there are some more physical changes. My shoulders are not as wide. My waist has dropped a couple more sizes and my hips are very round now. From the rear, I look passable as a woman with my big butt and smaller waist. I also lost another inch in height and about twelve more pounds. I might have lost another pound or so except that I feel bloated which the Doctor says is normal at this time. So I've lost three and a half inches in height and thirty-six pounds in the last three days. My legs have also changed a little more. I suppose that I should stand up, undress and show you my new body but I don't feel like doing shit now. See my new fingernails?" He held up his hand revealing his fingernails coated with fingernail polish. "After I took a luxurious bath last night, I felt like pampering myself a little so I filed and polish my fingernails and toenails. I also shaved my legs yesterday and I did something else but I can't remember what it was. Oh, yeah, I remember now. I played a little with lipstick and make-up. Sure wish that I didn't feel so damn bitchy today. Jenkins out." Flipping back to look at the images once again, Captain Janeway took her time as she examined the man's changed body in detail. As he had pointed out, his breasts were now passable for a woman's breasts and because his shoulders were also smaller, he looked more authentic from the groin up. Except for that protruding member sticking out prominently from his hairy groin, he looked very much the way that a teenaged girl should look. She also noticed that the Lieutenant's fingernails and toenails were painted with polish. Pressing the advance button once more, she saw the familiar image of Captain Baker. "Captain's Log. Lieutenant Jenkins has just finished his fourth day of transformation. Come here, Ed, and let's record the physical changes to your body." When Lieutenant Jenkins moved into the camera's view range this time, there was a very noticeable change in his physical appearance. Instead of wearing the standard male Starfleet officer's uniform, he was wearing a standard female Starfleet officer's pantsuit uniform over his now- slender modified body. The mandarin style blouse clearly announced that the wearer's gender had to be female with its noticeable high neck and tailored fit around the breasts, which Captain Janeway assumed was filled out by a slightly padded bra. In addition to the change of uniform, his almost shoulder-length dark hair was brushed in a casual fluffed hairstyle that added additional femininity to his overall appearance. Lieutenant Jenkins' face had also changed more so that the features were more feminine than masculine even without makeup. The once oval face was now a triangular face with a narrow chin, noticeable cheekbones, full lips, slender nose and dainty eyelashes. When he smiled, the relaxed smile was the smile of a confident woman who knew that she was beautiful. Moving confidently into the center of where the camera was focused, he slowly made a complete turn moving dramatically the way that models participate in a fashion show. When the turn was finished, he lifted a hand to his hair to expertly gently push a lock of long hair back into place. Smiling at the camera constantly, there was a noticeable change to his voice also with the pitch being higher and softer sounding. "Hi, it's the new me. How do you like the way I look? I think that I could walk into any woman's bathroom and be totally accepted as belonging even if I'm not physically able to use tampons yet. My body is now so slender and my face so pretty that it would be difficult to convince someone that I was still a man unless I showed them the dick that I still have between my legs. So that brings me to a crossroads where some more identity changes have to be made. I can't answer to the name Edward or Ed anymore because I certainly don't feel like an Ed now. I don't like the closest similar name, which is Eddy. So I've decided to change my first name. I want to be called Eve because I'm the obviously the first woman on this planet now. And because I'm now Eve that means that I should also be referred to only in the female gender. The doctor concurs that I'm more of a 'she' now than I am a 'he'. After this morning's session, even I noticed the dramatic change in my voice's tonal quality, my more positive bearing and my general attitude. I feel so much like a woman already and I find it difficult to imagine that I've still got six more days of transformation sessions ahead of me. Well, I suppose that it's time for the show and tell part where I let you record the physical changes to my naked body although I hate to take this tunic off. It's so soft and looks so pretty on me." Moving slowly, the new "female" began unbuttoning the tunic while staring confidently into the camera with a confident smile turning up the corners of her now silent lips. Pulling the tunic from her shoulders, she revealed that she was wearing a bra as well as a necklace under the tunic. Moving back to sit in the Captain's empty chair, she slowly took off the long knee-high female officer's dress boots holding up one boot to point at the official two-inch heel on the boots silently bragging about her success so far in learning how to walk while wearing heels. When both boots were off, she shimmied the tight-fitting officer's trousers down over her hips revealing that she was wearing unorthodox G-string type panties under the trousers. The tightly fitting panties had a noticeable bulge in the front where the remaining manhood was barely hidden by the slender panties. Moving with a practiced motion, she pulled the panties down and casually flipped them off, her semi- practiced movements reminiscent of an actress once seen in an old movie about women who worked on a burlesque stage. Laughing out loud, her new voice sounded extremely happy. "I've never done that before but it's as if I've been doing that all of my life. The mental conditioning is giving me skills that I never expected to have." Rising to her feet as she reached behind her back to fumble with the clasp on her bra, she quickly removed that last article of female apparel revealing her new breasts. Moving toward the camera to give a three-dimensional close-up view of her obviously female breasts, she used her fingertips to trace the outlines of her breasts as she described them. "Not quite a B-cup yet but I'm rapidly getting there. An A- cup bra is a little too tight on me so I'm using a B-cup with a little padding to fill it out. In addition to my body now being more rounded, my new perky breasts are also more sensitive. Just a gentle touch and my nipples get rigid. See. Also notice that from the rear, my hips are fully rounded and plush so that I look