Lt. T'Rokk Carter stepped back onto Deep Space Nine, this time feeling much better about his situation. He had been informed that his first set of orders had been sent to him. He made his way quickly to his quarters, set his things down, and opened them. The orders were sealed and encrypted. His interest was piqued, as these were very high security measures. He gave the oral recognition to break the seal, then ran the encryption algorithm required. The orders were directly from Starfleet Intelligence, and highly classified.
Tensions were mounting between the Klingons and the Cardassians. The Federation wanted to keep their peace with the Klingons, but not officially be involved in the war effort, until absolutely necessary. Their solution was to secretly help the Maquis, a group of Anti-Cardassian militants. They decided to send supplies and training. They also decided Carter was the man to deliver both.
Carter was chosen for three reasons. First, he was Klingon. If he was seen with the Maquis, the Cardassians would just think they had Klingon help. Second, he was a combat specialist. He was orphaned very young, and had to survive for years in a very harsh environment. He barely survived animal attacks, but grew to eventually become a master hunter. These skills translated very quickly to hand-to-hand combat. While aboard the Enterprise, Worf started teaching him martial arts.
He started with Mok'bara, and quickly progressed to bladed weapons. He was a very quick student, rapidly absorbing Worf's years of experience. Worf never said it out loud, but stopped thinking of T'Rokk as a student, years ago. He had grown to think of him as an equal. Carter's combat skills were on par with the best in the Empire, and the elite of Starfleet.
The third reason he was chosen was his past with one of the Maquis leaders, Ro Laren. Before she joined the Maquis, she was a Starfleet officer, stationed aboard the Enterprise. He had known her, but not very well. He was young, and she was pretty standoffish. They were in Worf's Mok'bara class together. She respected his hand-to-hand combat abilities, so they would occasionally make small talk in class. But outside of class, he was just another annoying teenager to her. And she sure didn't need another Wesley Crusher following her around like a lost puppy. Outside of the dojo, she kept a professional distance. But Starfleet Intelligence decided this was better than nothing, so they made it one of the reasons for choosing Carter for this mission. He was to spend 4 days preparing, then he would be given a supply freighter and some coordinates.
Four days later, he was notified that his freighter was inbound. He met them at the airlock, and relieved the crew. They had a crew of 6, but he was going to fly it solo. It wasn't a very long flight, and he was more than capable. Most importantly, though, was that this was a need-to-know mission. Starfleet Intelligence didn't want any extra people finding out, so the freighter was on the epitome of a 'skeleton crew'. Carter set a course for the Badlands, where the rendezvous point was. He met with a very small Maquis ship. The Maquis boarded the freighter and piloted it the rest of the way. A few hours later, they arrived at the Maquis base.
As Carter disembarked the freighter, he was met by Ro. "Nice to see you again" she said, with a playful smirk. Five years ago, she could barely stand him, but now she almost seemed flirty. "Come on. I'll show you where you're staying." T'Rokk followed her, and she talked while she walked him to his room. Mostly about her decision to join the Maquis, and how much the people needed her. She left him to himself, so he could unpack and get comfortable. It was already getting late, and the next few weeks were going to be tough. Carter decided it was best to get some sleep.
He awoke the next morning to the sounds of children's laughter. This surprised him, as he was told this was a military installation. He got dressed and came outside to see children running around, playing. They were mostly Bajoran, with a few other species mixed in. They were playing a Bajoran game called springball, which is similar to handball. Carter watched for a few minutes, then decided to find Ro.
He found her sitting at a communal dining table with some of the elders. They invited Carter to join, and offered him some of the fresh moba fruit at the table. They explained how they had managed to irrigate and grow crops on this once-barren landscape, all the while being careful not to reveal its location. Carter listened with genuine interest. He had tried his hand at growing crops when he was younger, and had only been moderately successful. He had found it to be a humbling experience.
Ro found it amusing that someone she had only considered to be a typical Klingon warrior could be so fascinated by stories of farming techniques. She found his interest cute. Or was it that she found him cute? Either way, she stopped herself from thinking of it. As the leader of this cell, she had a job to do. And that job was to train her soldiers for war. She excused herself from the table, and pulled T'Rokk away. Time to get to work.
Ro had her people gather in the town square for the combat lessons. For her soldiers, it was mandatory. For the civilians, it was highly encouraged. The group was divided into smaller groups, with each being led by one of Ro's lieutenants. This way, individual questions could be addressed without interrupting the larger group. Carter assessed the lieutenants and was pleasantly surprised. Most were former military. All had seen combat.
Among them was a very attractive Human-Klingon mixed woman named B'Elanna Torres. She caught Carter's eye for a few reasons. The first was obvious: she was Klingon. The second was her beauty. The third was that she was one of the few former Starfleet members present.
She made no attempt to hide her disdain for Starfleet, but she was a quick study when it came to hand-to-hand combat. Carter liked her, right away. He made a point of using her to show "good form", so he had an excuse to keep touching her, adjusting her elbow here, or her hip there. By the end of the day, she had finally started to warm up to him.
They had spent 12 hours running drills, and teaching everyone at least the basics. Everyone was sweating. Everyone was sore. But Carter felt a lot better about their chances of survival. He knew there were many more long days ahead, so he didn't hang around for social hour.
He headed back to his room for a towel. His muscles were sore, so he went to soak in a natural hot spring that was nearby. There was nobody around, so he stripped nude and climbed in. After a good soak, he was feeling much better. He got out of the spring, and headed back to his room, wrapping his towel around his waist as he walked. It wasn't quite wrapped when he bumped into B'Elanna. She had had the same idea as him, as was headed to the spring.
He was focused on his towel, and she was focused on adjusting her bikini top. They bumped into each other, almost sending B'Elanna tumbling. Carter reached out and caught her, pulling her to him instinctually. When he reached for her, had dropped his towel. A bikini-clad B'Elanna was now pressed tight against Carter's chiseled torso and bare cock. She felt it on her thigh, and looked down. She gasped. Even flaccid, it was impressive. Carter apologized profusely. He grabbed his towel, and left the area.
B'Elanna was left standing there, speechless. She got into the hot spring and had a relaxing soak. But her hand kept finding its way down to her pussy, rubbing her clit while she thought of Carter's massive cock. She hadn't had a boyfriend since she came to this camp, and that was a good while ago. She was aching to be touched. She had a small orgasm in the spring, then made her way to bed.
The next day was very similar. Drills all day. Then off to the springs. But this night differed slightly. B'Elanna made a point of getting to the springs earlier. She stood in the entrance area, and watched Carter get out and dry off. She found herself staring as he stood up out of the water, muscles glistening. And then he turned around. She got her first really good look at that massive cock. She couldn't help herself. She started biting her bottom lip, as her hand made its way to her pussy. She snapped out of it just in time, as Carter came walking her way, towel around his waist. She quickly pulled herself together and said a polite "goodnight", though it sounded somewhat flirty. Carter responded in kind, with a flirty quip of his own.
B'Elanna couldn't get into the spring fast enough. She dropped in and buried two fingers into her aching pussy. She came, and went to bed. It went on like this for a week. Every day was work. Every night, B'Elanna would make sure to be at the springs in time to see Carter dry off. Finally, B'Elanna couldn't handle it anymore. Tensions were growing during training. She was sure everyone could sense her arousal. She decided to act.
That night was similar to the others. T'Rokk had settled into his routine, and the hot springs were a nice bit of relaxation before bed. But tonight, B'Elanna had other plans. As Carter was sitting in the spring with his eyes closed, he heard small footsteps. He was very relaxed, so he considered whether or not he should open his eyes to investigate. But then he heard someone get into the water, ten or so feet away from him. He opened his eyes to see B'Elanna.
She was nude, and very close to him. She was apprehensive, as she crept closer. She was fighting back her Klingon sexual urges. The ones that told her to pounce on him, and bite him to initiate mating. Instead, she just floated closer, until she was within arm's reach. She put a hand on his chest. It made its way down his abs, then found its way to his now-hardening cock. She began to slowly stroke it, bringing it to full size. She was in awe, as it continued to grow. It was easily the largest cock she'd ever seen. It was over a foot long, and thicker than her wrist. She finally built up the nerve, and took a deep breath. She stuck her head underwater and tried to shove the monster cock into her mouth. She was barely able to get the head in. She stayed down as long as she could, gagging herself on the tip of his cock. Finally, she came back up, gasping for air.
