The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by Paramount Pictures. This story is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered a parody. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the distribution of this story.
Written for the Femme Fuh-Q Fest
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The walls of the transporter room came into focus as the newly promoted Lieutenant completed her transfer from the high-speed transport that had been her home for the last two days. Quarters aboard Hermes had been cramped to say the least, but they were little better than she expected to find here on Crockett. A patrol cruiser with a crew of twenty-eight, its accommodations were going to be very unlike those she'd had back on Enterprise. Especially those she had enjoyed as a Captain's Yeoman.
But the choice had been hers to make. Better to start over somewhere where people would have to judge her on the here and now, and not what she might've been in the past. She'd worked damn hard to earn her commission, despite what some jealous residents of the lower decks might've had to say.
"Permission to come aboard?" she asked of the redheaded Lieutenant who had been standing next to the transporter chief.
"Permission granted," came the reply with a smile as the older officer stepped forward and reached for one of the two duffel bags the newly assigned j.g. had brought with her. "Let me give you a hand with those."
"Thank you," the younger blonde smiled in return as she relinquished one of her bags. "Janice Rand," she added in way of an introduction, "but I guess you already knew that."
"J.M. Colt," the redhead countered as she slung the strap of the bag over her shoulder, "Second Officer. We don't have a First right now so I'm the welcoming committee."
"Hermes acknowledges transport," the transporter chief reported from behind her, silently relaying the signal to the bridge as well.
"Thank you, Mr. Kane," the senior Lieutenant said over her shoulder, "I'll take it from here."
"Yes Sir," he replied as he locked down the console and exited the room though the door.
The redhead waited until the doors closed behind him before turning back to the new arrival. Who, she observed, was taking in every aspect of the room around her.
"I spent some time as a transporter chief before I was commissioned," she said to explain her interest.
The overhead lights dimmed for a half-second, coupled with a louder vibration through the floor plates beneath them. It was an unaccustomed sensation for Janice, but one she recognized immediately.
"We've gone to warp," she noted.
"Not bad," J.M. said with a nod of her head. "It's a bit different than you were used to on Enterprise. On a ship like Crockett, you can feel the engines a lot more."
"I'm sure I'll get used to it soon enough," Janice said as she followed Colt out of the transporter room, remembering the Chief Engineer on Enterprise once saying he could tell what warp they were at by the feel of the deck plates beneath his feet.
"I've no doubt of it," the senior Lieutenant replied, her tone suggesting to Rand that it was a transition she'd also made.
"Captain Imaru must've been anxious to get underway," Janice said as she found herself comparing more of her surroundings as they walked to those of a heavy cruiser. "I hope I didn't hold her up too long."
"Actually, we weren't scheduled to make the rendezvous and transfer for another two hours," Colt replied. "Being able to go to warp early probably made her day. Even though Houston is covering for us, she hates leaving her patrol area for even a few hours. Also, she's not happy unless she can take the ship out to where she can really let her fly."
"Captain Imaru has an interesting reputation, I can't wait to meet her," Rand said as they entered a turbolift.
"Deck three," Colt said as she took hold of the controls. "You'll get your chance soon enough, but what say we first get you settled in."
As the decks raced by, Janice looked at the woman at the other end of the turbolift. A full Lieutenant, she guessed her to be ten or twelve years older. About the same height and weight, Colt wore her hair in a style much shorter than Rand in an almost boyish cut, but one quite attractive. Their body shapes were similar and a familiar tingle made Janice wonder what else they might have in common. Then she decided that such thoughts were best kept to herself on a ship this size, at least for the time being. It wouldn't pay to get off on the wrong foot five minutes after she'd come aboard. Not after working so hard to get a fresh start.
"What's the J.M. stand for?" Rand asked, thinking it was an innocuous enough question.
"Just Me," Colt said with smile and a shrug of her shoulders.
"In other words, none of my business," Rand grinned.
"Its just personal, that's all," Colt replied as the turbolift doors opened and they stepped out onto deck three and walked down the corridor.
"Fair enough."
"Well here we are," Colt said as she stopped at the fifth door and it opened to her presence. "A little smaller than you were used to back on Enterprise, plus you'll have to share the accommodations."
"I'm sure neither will be a problem," Rand insisted as she dropped her bag on the floor and took in the small space. The room looked to be already occupied and she wondered which of the two beds had already been taken.
"I hope you feel that way in a week," Colt countered. "There's a vicious rumor that your roommate has been known to snore under certain conditions. She of course insists it's a lie."
"It won't be a problem," Rand repeated as she took in the rest of the cabin, which didn't take long at all.
"Well let me let you settle in then," Colt said as she put the bag she'd been carrying down next to the other. "Why don't I come back in twenty minutes or so and show you the way to the mess hall. We're already into gamma shift, but I'm sure we could find you something to eat."
"As tempting as that is, I think that maybe I should stay around and meet my new roommate when she comes off shift," Rand said after a moment's thought. "I wouldn't want to give her a bad impression by just dumping my stuff and running."
"I think she has a good enough impression of you already," Colt said, confusing Rand.
"I don't..."
"In case you were wondering, my bed is the one on the right."
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A half hour later, the two of them were sharing both a table in the far end of an almost empty mess hall and a late night cup of coffee. Their conversation centered on, at first, Crockett and how things ran on the ship. A lot smaller than the heavy cruiser that Janice had transfer from, the patrol ship was as heavily armed as it could be and even a slight bit faster than Enterprise.
They had to be because it was their job to patrol the areas the Constitution class ships didn't have the time for. Used for down and dirty border patrol, it was their job to take care of problems with smugglers and other incidentals as well as alert the Fleet if something big came their way. Of course the running line was that you had to survive long enough to report it, not an easy trick if you're suddenly faced with a phalanx of Klingon or Rihannsu warbirds.
