This is the sequel to Love Thy Enemy, which was my first story on here. This isn't a story about sex, in case you were wondering. It's a romantic adventure story set in the Star Trek universe. That said, the story does indeed have sex in it. If you like Star Trek, I hope you like this one. :)
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Wedding Bells
Above Belaeus IV
It was the day before the wedding and the guests started arriving aboard Enterprise. Jason and Delaara had submitted their guest lists, and Captain Jean-Luc Picard had added to it a bit. He smiled to himself as he received RSVPs from some very good friends with connections to the young couple. They were going to have the wedding in the ship's chapel with a combination Romulan and Human service.
Onboard the USS Nimitz, Jason and Delaara were enjoying some time in the flight simulator. They were both testing a simulator program for the new Sleipnir heavy fighter, and Jason had to admit that it handled nearly as well as his trusty Valkyrie.
"Looking good there, Demoness," he said, referring to his fiancee's new callsign. Foxhawk, her old callsign when she flew for Romulan Imperial Fighter Command had already been taken in Starfleet.
"You think so, Friday? Let's see what this ship can really do!" She punched the throttle all the way forward and engaged her warp burners. Jason kept up with her as they raced around the asteroid belt.
"Nice handling on this thing," she finally said after dodging and weaving her way through several tight spots with Jason close behind her. "I still prefer the Valkyrie, though."
"I know what you mean, sweetheart. However, I also like the added shields and armor this baby has. It's nearly as maneuverable and quick as the Valkyrie, so it's a bit of a trade off." He shrugged.
"Any word on if my parents will be there tomorrow, love?" She asked as they cleared the asteroid belt.
"I haven't heard anything, but Jean-Luc is keeping his mouth pretty well zipped about the guest list and who's shown up yet. I like the guy, but he loves his surprises." He had always respected Captain Picard since that day when the old guy had taken full responsibility for his ship not reaching his parents' science vessel in time to save them. It always seemed to him as if Picard had become almost a surrogate father to him.
"I know. I like and respect Captain Picard as well, but he's maddening sometimes." She chuckled at the thought of the man who would be marrying them. "He's respected throughout the Romulan Empire, too. Loved or hated, but always respected."
"Hey, he's famous in the Federation, too. He's the oldest Human Starship Captain in Starfleet history." Jason said.
It was true. At the age of 79, Captain Picard was definitely older than any other Human Captain. Some had said he should retire, but he wouldn't hear of it, and proved the naysayers wrong time and time again. He had passed up promotion to Admiral five times in order to stay in command of the USS Enterprise, the Federation flag ship.
"Heads up, Friday," came a new voice over the comm. Jason banked left just as Rash let loose a volley of pulse phaser fire from his Sleipnir.
"Hey, Rash. Wasn't expecting you out of the Captain's bunk so early in the morning." Jason grinned at that, knowing that Rash hated the ribbing about his love life with Captain Rachael Thatcher.
"Well, she said I needed to keep you two busy while she worked on a surprise for the wedding, so yeah", said Rash, and both Friday and Delaara could hear him grinning through the comm.
"Hey there, Rash. How are you this morning?" asked his new XO, who fired off her own volley of phaser fire into Friday's former wingman.
"Wow, that's some firepower!" exclaimed Rash with a shake of his head. His aft shields were nearly gone after a single volley from the new heavy fighter.
"Yes, yes it is," said Friday as he too let loose a volley and blew Rash's Sleipnir out of the Simulator.
"Mmmmm, I loved how we did that, baby," said Delaara in her sexiest voice over the comm to Jason.
"Yes indeed, sweetheart. Together, we're unstoppable," he replied with a grin. He felt himself getting hard under his flight suit at the thought of her body on his, touching and feeling, loving and fucking.
"Red Alert. All hands to Battlestations!" came over the PA, and the flight simulation disappeared, leaving Delaara and Jason climbing out of the generic cockpits and down to the modified holodeck. They exited and jogged toward the main hangar where their Valyries were being prepped.
Jason tapped his combadge. "Friday to Thatcher. What's going on, Captain?" he asked.
"We just received a distress call out on the edge of the system," came the reply from Rachael. "Enterprise is responding as well, and it seems like a pair of Ferengi ships are trying to hassle some local police craft."
"Roger that, Captain. Demoness and I are on the way," he replied. "Friday, out."
They entered the aft flight deck and jumped into the cockpits of their fighters. Rash was already prepping for takeoff, and there were a few Skulls still climbing into their ships.
Jason tapped his comm for Squadron command. "Everyone stand by. We don't know if we'll even be needed yet. Check your systems and make sure everything is a go. Gloria ad mortem!"
"GLORIA AD MORTEM!" came the reply from the Skulls over the Squadron channel.
Thatcher came over Wing Command channel. "This is Captain Thatcher to Striker Wing. We will be dropping out of Warp.... Now! All fighters Launch! Scorpion Squadron will hold back and provide cover for Nimitz and Enterprise."
Jason punched his throttle forward and immediately saw the Ferengi ships on his scope. "Skulls, on me. We're going after the first cruiser. Stiletto Squadron, take cruiser number 2."
"Roger that, Skull lead. Stiletto Squad taking number 2."
"Target their engines and weapons only, Strikers. We don't want them dead.... yet," said Jason.
He heard a comm buzz of acknowledgements from the entire Wing. Not a day after he became Squadron leader, he was already leading his first mission.
