Author's Note: For those readers who are not familiar with the 'In a Mirror Darkly' espisodes of Star Trek Enterprise, this is an episode in which Archer and the crew are seen as they would be in a 'mirror' universe. Archer is a power-hungry jerk. These episodes (a two-parter, actually) puts the 'Ho' in Hoshi.
This is a work of fiction, although loosely based on two particular episodes of a popular sci-fi series. I own neither the series nor the characters; but I do own the work presented here. I have taken significant liberties with the characters, and hope you enjoy it!
Enterprise -- the Other Side -- Chapter 7
Incident at Delta 4
** Planning and Preparation **
Archer had made some key alliances within the Terran Empire command structure, very discretely contacting those in position to enhance his own agenda. Three of those players were stationed on Starbase Delta 4. Now only twenty-four hours away it was time to put some things into motion, to begin the process of undermining the security protocols which would allow Archer and Defiant to take control of the key base.
"This is Archer calling RedBird, RedBird acknowledge." Archer called after setting up the secure com channel.
The com chirped. "RedBird acknowledges Archer on Defiant." came the response.
"Confirming twenty-four hour countdown." Archer replied.
"RedBird confirms twenty-four hour countdown."
"Archer out." he said, closing the channel.
One down...
Archer went through the tedious process with the other two insiders, 'RedDog' and 'RedArrow', confirming the countdown with them as well. Things were now in motion. If all worked as planned, the next contact would happen when
Defiant
reached the 'outer marker', where the Delta 4 defenses would normally be deployed against an unidentified or hostile ship. He knew that he and 'his' ship would be classified as hostile now, and he needed to be able to get closer than the outer marker to achieve his next objective -- to approach within five thousand kilometers and use
Defiant
's weapons to disable the station's shields. Once that was accomplished they could transport operatives inside the station and proceed to take control of the key systems -- with the help of his allies. So far so good.
Archer left his quarters and headed to his secure conference room, joining Trip, T'Pol, Malcom, and Hoshi (back at her post as com officer) -- his senior staff. They came to attention as he entered. "As you were." Archer said, taking his seat at the head of the small conference table. He verified the secure closure of the door and the sensor sweep for 'monitoring devices', then called the meeting to order. "We are now twenty-four hours from out first contact with Delta 4, and it is time for us to begin our preparations." he began. All four officers nodded their acknowledgement. "Our inside agents have put into motion the plan to disable the normal protocols that would stop us at the outer marker; but we cannot assume success. We must be ready to circumvent those protocols in the event that they are in affect when we arrive." Archer continued, his eyes making direct contact with the eyes of each officer before he moved on.
Archer keyed a few controls and brought up a schematic of the Delta 4 security grid, including the elements that comprised the 'outer marker' -- really a sphere of sensors extending out fifty-thousand kilometers from the station. A suspect ship breaching the sphere triggered the launch of defense fighters, the single-seat impulse-only craft that could out-maneuver any starship and inflict significant damage with their focused particle beam weapons. While
Defiant
could withstand such an attack, it was not his intention to provoke that conflict. His plan was to avoid it by disabling the protocols which would trigger it. That was the 'internal' strategy. They were here to discuss the alternatives -- 'plan B'.
"In the event that our inside team fails to disable the grid, we will need to disable it from outside. I don't think I need to tell you how difficult this will be -- but
Defiant
's systems are significantly advanced from those we will encounter and with the right plan I am confident we will succeed." Archer began. "The first step will be to interrupt the communications within the grid itself..." he continued. "by taking out four of the relay buoys here... here... here... and here.... we will eliminate the grid's ability to sustain it's function automatically. This will cause the grid to stop its communication with the station; but within moments -- perhaps as much as a minute -- the station's com center will manually take over that function and the grid will again be active." Again he scanned the eyes, making sure everyone was following him. "So... once we have taken out the buoys we will need to also take out at least one of the primary com relay processors
within thirty seconds
of disabling the buoys. I need a plan to do that." Archer said.
The officers studied the schematic, discussing approach vectors, weapon configurations, and other aspects of several scenarios to accomplish the task. Ten minutes later the room went quiet once again, and Archer addressed them. "Let's here the options. T'Pol?"
"We believe our best option is to approach from behind the Mensilar system, coming toward this sector of the grid." T'Pol said, pointing to a solar system closest to the grid's perimeter. Archer held his hand up.
"Any concerns with timing? Can we still make our original time target?" Archer asked.
"Yes sir, we can increase speed to Worp six-point-five and make it with an hour to spare." T'Pol replied. Archer nodded. "Then we simultaneously target all four of the buoys, come around the last moon, and fire before the station has a chance to detect us. At the same time, we target the primary processor
here
with a photon torpedo to achieve guidance lock. Once the buoy's have been disabled, we fire the torpedo which would arrive on target nine seconds later." T'Pol completed the presentation.
Archer nodded and stood up. "Okay, that should be our primary strategy. Now I need two alternates -- just in case the ships from Delta 4 are in different alert states."
They went through three alternate scenarios, documenting the details in the tactical computer. Archer was pleased with the team's cohesive approach to the solutions, and was confident they would succeed. "Very well. Good job. Return to your stations and alter course for the Mensilar system, Worp factor six-point-five." Archer ordered. He caught Sato's eye, nodding to keep her behind. She didn't have anything urgent to do -
except attend to my needs.
he thought.
Trip, T'Pol and Malcom headed out to follow the Captain's orders while Hoshi stayed behind. She looked at Jonathan Archer. "You wanted me sir?" she asked.
Archer chuckled. "You could say that." he replied, unzipping his fly.
Oh hell, why not.
Hoshi thought as Archer's cock came into view. She slipped onto the floor on her knees, as she knew he liked, and slithered over to his chair. Her fingernails traced the tops of his thighs as she drew closer. She opened her mouth and took his organ inside, sucking noisily.
"That's it bitch!" Archer said. "You know what your Captain needs, don't you?" He put both hands on the back of her head and pulled her mouth down on his meat, forcing the head into her throat. She gagged; but managed to maintain control as the muscles of her throat gripped the sensitive head. "Ohhhh yeah girl, throat that cock!" Archer hissed. "Do it real nice and I won't fuck you up the ass -- this time." he added, laughing lewdly.
Gawd, I hope not!
Hoshi thought, her anus and rectum still sore from the last round of competition. Phlox had examined her and given her a salve to help her delicate tissues heal; but said she was not damaged seriously. She worked at Archer's penis, her lips gliding up and down his shaft, occasionally going down to the root when his hands dictated, and reached under his balls to tease his anus with a finger. "Mmmphhh." she groaned -- for his benefit. She had to
act
like she was enjoying this, even though it was becoming merely another disgusting 'duty' she had to perform. Hoshi had taken another lover -- another partner for her own agenda.
The days of Archer's command are numbered.
she thought, flicking her tongue around his cockhead. She felt his organ twitch. She would make him cum, swallow his disgusting semen, and get on with her day....
"Yeah bitch, SUCK that cock." Archer ordered, pumping his hips and fucking her willing mouth. "SUCK IT. MAKE YOUR CAPTAIN CUM!" he commanded. His fingers gripped her ears and moved her lips up and down his shaft, getting close to spilling another load of sperm into the pretty Asian's mouth. "ohyeah bitch, ohyeah, OHYEAH... OHYEAH... SUCK...SUCK...SUCK..." Archer growled, his cock blasting her throat with sticky white goo. He pulled her head all the way down until she gagged. "Suck me dry bitch, then lick it clean and we'll call it good for now!"
Hoshi Sato accepted his seed in her mouth, swallowing the salty seed and lapping his organ to remove all traces before she pulled free. She looked up at him as if to say 'that's it, asshole' and rose to her feet. His hands pawed at her body, feeling her breasts and patting her ass. She didn't resist, just didn't respond.
