A Starship Captain's Authority

Captain's log, star-date 732; 69: "The starship Sinsertion continues along its maiden voyage across known space of the federation. Its mission, to re-survey the internal structure of the galaxy falling under federal jurisdiction, thus facilitating peaceful cooperation and trade across the disparately lead parts of the federation"

So started one out of many of the captain's logs which I had given on my first voyage as a starship captain. Many years had I spent in training, all to learn of the many interconnecting parts of a grand vessel, such as the one which I currently commanded. It had been a surreal experience to go from the simulations and exams to the real deal, almost as if my life hadn't just begun a new chapter with the start of my first voyage as captain, but a new book in its entirety.

The Sinsertion was a massive thing, bigger than the enterprise class starship used for exploration missions, but less advanced. It was built for the purpose of light surveying, trade and judicial enforcement. For my purposes, I thought it suited me quite well. The way in which I tossed around daily, second guessing myself and fervently checking the vast library of notes I had taken in my academy years, if I had been in command of a more cutting edge ship it would all have been so much worse.

The note checking I did was very peculiar, as I was a cybernetically enhanced individual. It was both a blessing, as I could instantly retrieve any piece of information which I desired at any time, and a curse, as I came to rely on that ability more and more. It was necessary that I use that ability, the snap decisions I made needed to be the right ones, the mission and the crew needed to be prioritized, but it always did make me feel as if I was useless, only good for looking things up in a series of texts stored on the Sinsertion's and my own computer storages.

"Prasutagus, what's our position?" I asked our chief navigator, his well trimmed whitening beard doing much to frame his wise looking older face. He was a good man, even though he was far older than me and his experiences vaster than mine by several lifetimes. Despite this he still followed the orders I gave him with both diligence and honor. He never judged me for foolish decisions caused by inexperience, instead merely pushing me gently in the right direction. Happy to be part of my first voyage and readily sharing in his lifetime's worth of space travel knowledge.

"We're making our way closer to the Siev nebula. Our goal lying beyond it. It's known for being aggresta" Prasutagus answered calmly. I knew the word aggresta. I was sure of it and didn't need to look through my notes or the textbooks stored on the starship computer. It meant a part of space hazardous to travel through on account of the debris present, able to cause massive damage to a ship if collided with. Prasutagus finalized his statement "Avoiding the nebula would be most inconvenient and cause major delays"

"Thanks! Hiroki, shield status?" I asked the engineer on deck. Hiroki who liked her job on the Sinsertion being more outward facing and more human-centric than most engineers, those were needed just as much as the recluses in the engine room; the people who could translate the dense tech-speak into something comprehensible were very sought after among the captains visiting the academy I had noticed. Hiroki in particular were very good at that function.

"Less than ideal for our circumstances, sir" Hiroki started, trying to cut to the chase in her usual way, aiming to confuse me as little as possible "If we travel straight through the upcoming obstacle, our chances for survival are below tolerance levels as our shields are currently in the process of regenerating. If no other changes are made, then I suggest waiting until the shields have regenerated sufficiently. Two weeks according to my calculations, sir"

"What dodge factor would be needed to put our chances of survival above tolerance levels?" I asked, knowing that the way to extend the shield capacity was to either let them regenerate or to just not use them, the latter option being dependent, in our current situation, on avoiding the debris present.

"We would need the entire pilot team for that... Sir" Hiroki stated, turning to me as she did, breaking her professionalism just a tad. Her ability to simplify technical aspects down to exactly what was necessary for me to hear, did strike me as odd from time to time. Her answers often pulling me from a sort of bubble of abstraction into the very reality which I was doing the abstraction in.

"Thank you" I told Hiroki, finding no reason to hide my gratitude from her, or anyone else, working under me. A plan was forming in my head. A plan that would let us speed ahead before long. I pushed down the button which let me speak directly to the engine room "Cut speed to five percent, hold engine power just above the activity threshold"

I left the bridge soon after I had given my order to the engine room, my intent being to bring the piloting team to full force. The head pilot had been absent for a number of days at this point, something that I didn't think much of, everyone did need their rest after all and the head pilot, a woman named Belle, had been highly confrontational for the last couple of days, which was more than enough evidence from my end that she needed some space. Nevertheless, in this moment I still needed her to attend to her duties as a pilot and planned to confront her on this.

I knew how she was in this moment. If I wasn't careful, there would be a lot of screaming coming my way and perhaps even a punch or two. I used the time I had to mentally prepare myself, walking through the corridors, each of the doors parting themselves as I made my way towards them. I flipped through word after word in my head, almost creating strange poems as I went. I was hoping to find some set of words that would let Belle know how vital it was that she attend her duties in this moment.

"Sir, a moment please!" I heard one of my crew shout after me as I proceeded down the halls, a short Odanni alien, he was named Kavleri if I remembered correctly and was a diligent data scientist and archivist "Someone has been tampering with our computer systems"

"How do you know and what are the damages?" I asked authoritatively, slowing my step slightly as I engaged in quick conversation with the data scientist. From the sound of it, it was something to be concerned about, at least if you were to judge from his haste in letting me know about it.

"I ran a routine diagnostic just a few hours ago, it indicates that someone accessed the files in the archives and potentially wrote to the file systems" The Odanni crew member answered. His face which seemed warped by human standards poking out on his elongated head showing no clear emotion to my underlying human brain, but a quick analysis of Odanni facial expressions on the digital imagery received from my enhanced eyes revealed his concern.

"Okay, what does this mean for our mission?" I asked after confirming that his words had reached my ears. I could of course look up from my notes what potential damages could be generated from an incongruous computer file system, but I didn't want to stop my train of thought as far as Belle was concerned. Oh, how I wished that all my technical experts had Hiroki's ability to cut to the chase.

"Well, from the looks of it, the part of our system which has been written to is our documents. If one of the colonies we're visiting needs data from our archives then we need to let them know that it's potentially erratic" Kavleri answered, doing so in much the way I wanted, letting me know what I needed to be concerned with by his news.

"Thanks I'll look into it once I have a free moment" I told the concerned data scientist. Which he responded to with a curt thanks before he let me continue on my way to my more pressing concern.

It wasn't long before I stood in front of the door to Belle's quarter. The pilot was entitled to her down time, but I still needed to let her know that I needed her for an extended time along with the rest of her team and that her rest would have to continue at a later date. I knew that she may be tired and might act less agreeable than appropriate, it was something that I mentally prepared myself for as I took a deep breath in front of her door. Whatever protest she'd throw, I had to know not to hold it against her.

"Why are you here?" Was the first words which the woman spoke as she poked her head through the door. Her voice was judgemental and angry, making it clear that she didn't want me in the vicinity, her face saying much the same thing, as it was poking out from the blonde hair that boxed her face in. The voice only became angrier as she continued "Am I not entitled to time off? If you weren't such an ignorant oaf, you'd just leave me alone!"

"I would let you relax until you'd be able to perform your duties optimally, but unfortunately, your current presence at your post is needed" I informed calmly, trying my best not to agitate the absent woman further. Her eyebrows were still furrowed, even though the grip on her door seemed to be uncharacteristically loose for someone so confrontational. I requested "Please come with me to the bridge, so our mission can proceed"

"Oh, you think you're so clever and smart right. Well I got news for you" Belle raised her voice from behind her door, screaming angrily at me as she tried her very best to insult me "You're the worst of the worst when it comes to captains! How you managed to blunt your way through the academy is beyond me! Now let me be!"

"Belle, your presence is needed at the bridge" I stated as I grabbed at the door, pulling it open softly as I made my way inside. Belle didn't make much resistance at all, just getting out of the way as I made my way inside. It was a strange course of affairs, but I had checked the textbooks in storage through my cybernetic enhancements. Making my way inside an uncooperative workers abode was perfectly reasonable according to the text.

"No, for my own health I am needed here! I will not sacrifice my allotted time off because f your poor management!" Belle continued to scream at me, tensing up her arms as she did. The door closed in the middle of her comment. In truth, I might be as poor of a commander as she said I was. Because while she was completely out of line in how she communicated, I still needed to look up in the textbooks how to deal with a crewmate that acted like her.

It took less than a second for me to download the necessary information from the archive. The texts were digitally transmitted through the air into my cybernetic enhancements and lodged itself into a sensory feedback circuit located right inside the front of my cranium. While the retrieval was quick and painless, transforming the various bleeps and bloops into letters, letters into words, words into sentences and sentences into meaning, still took time and in the moment, I ended up absorbing and acting on the information received in almost the same second.

"That is not the way you should address your superior!" I told the rebellious crewmate, as I grabbed a firm hold of her wrist and pressed her arm into the wall behind her. In a flash, what had been written in the texts got revealed to me. Leaving me with knowledge on just how to deal with, almost, my exact current situation. Down to the rebelling pilot being a female and the captain being male.

"As if you could ever even call yourself my superior!" Belle bit back defiantly. I followed along the instructions I had found, pressing her wrist even further into the wall behind her. I clasped my free hand around her neck and compressed firmly, ensuring her oxygen flow became hindered, but still avoiding any permanent damage as long as I let go in time.

"I am your superior, something which I'm about to remind you of..." I told her, words lifted directly from the book. I let go of her wrist and lightened the pressure around her throat briefly, letting her take in one rapid breath before I pulled her away from the wall.

The rebellious woman's feet vicariously made contact with the floor, her tippy toes needing to extend down to make contact as the rest of her dangled by her neck from my hand. She was in perfect position for me to proceed, which I did by grabbing firmly around her yellow dress' collar and pulling, ripping the fabric from her body as I did.

It was only seconds after Belle had been undressed when I threw her to the floor. Her limbs moved slowly and smoothly when she lied there. The elastic of her gray sports bra pushing the small amount of subcutaneous fat, that surrounded her otherwise toned body, inward. A large wet spot was visible on her similarly colored panties and it only seemed to slowly grow larger.

"Do you think that's enough to cement your authority you dullard!? It was a mistake to let you pass through the academy and you know it!" Belle shouted in a voice that was in the process of giving up on being angry, instead, to my surprise, taking on a slight flirty tone. I didn't like the words she threw at me and focused instead on the guide to get her in line.

Following along the scriptures downloaded into my skull, I freed myself from my uniform. Revealing the state of my lower parts, being completely replaced by machines which connected directly into my nervous system. My heavily modified genitals sat tucked away internally, ready to be deployed at any moment. I had quite the field day in forming them to my liking, but never would I have guessed that they'd serve me well in the line of duty.

I walked forward and gave her ass a firm spanking, painting her ass red, before I took to undressing even her underthings, to reveal her private areas to the world. She offered little resistance as I removed her bra from her torso and threw it to the corner of the room. It wasn't long after that when I found myself flipping her over onto her back, to make removing her, at this point, soaked panties from her hips.

The freeing of her sex did, however, prove more difficult than removing her bra. as Belle took to moving her legs in just such a way which hindered my undressing of her. I had little recourse, but to scan the recently downloaded files on crew control once more. Finding that the proper way to handle the situation was to slap her in the face and choke her before continuing.

"Is... Is this your power?" Belle asked in a voice that seemed to originate from a brain that was in the middle of being fried by dopamine. It took far shorter now to strip her pussy bare when my hand was once more wrapped around her throat. Her face smiled widely with a mouth that drew in deep breaths and her legs relaxed as I pulled her undergarment off, only for them to split aside again when she was naked.

I wasted no time in continuing to follow what the textbook on good starship management had to offer and brought my cyborg cocks closer to Belle's sex. I had two mechanical phalli, it was an effect of designing my lower body from the ground up, designing it with a naughty mind no less. Both of them would vibrate at my command, but one of them was ribbed, while the other had a more conical design.

I started to bring my modified genitals closer to Belle's womanly parts, starting by inserting the conical phallus into her rectum. The base of it expanded at my command, ensuring that her hips were kept in place underneath me. My primary shaft, the one with prominent ridges wrapping around it, rested gently atop her labia. There were two vibrators inside of it, one at the tip and one whose position I could move along the entire shaft, with slight apprehension, I gently pulsed both of them, just to get used to controlling them again, all as I pulled my mechanical cock across her pussy, teasing her more and more.

During my teasing of her more sensitive area, I brought out an enhancement I had made to my upper body, a little deluxe package that let me manipulate my environment more readily than regular folks could. From behind my shoulder blades, four cylindrical mechanical tendrils protruded, extending towards the woman's body. The body of these were dressed in a rubber like substance that changed the feel and texture of them from a cold and metallic one, to soft and warm one.

With one of these extra limbs, I wasted no time to resume my choking of the rebellious crew mate, to which her face conveyed utter and complete delight. That expression only grew larger as I pulled back the cock which was lying on top of her labia, changing the shape of my second member to allow me to move further back, so that I could tease her opening with my wide glans, whose transition into shaft, was parallel with the first of its many ribs.

I stayed in that position for only a little while, letting Belle's mind wander and think, perhaps even worry, about when I would penetrate her in full. The moment when I inserted myself fully did come, but in the same moment as it did, I let one of my tentacles enter her mouth. It wasn't a difficult thing to do at all, it almost came naturally to me in the moment when her mouth transitioned from a smile into standing agape as soon as I moved to fill her up.

My own arms were tense as I kept my own body up slightly above Belle, while hers searched for my shape above her, wrapping themselves around my torso, her fingers flexing and their nails digging into the parts of my flesh which were still human. My thoughts came back to the texts that still laid burned into my skull, instructing me to the proper way of establishing dominance over her. For that I needed to separate myself from such shows of affection, which I did by letting the remaining two tentacles protruding from my back grapple her arms and push them down towards the ground as I started to pump into her in earnest.

The two tendrils that kept the woman's arms down beside her also had the added benefit of keeping me off her body, thus making the previous use of my own arms redundant. I soon realized this and then took to manhandling her breasts. The pair left just about a handful in each of my palms, my fingertips pressed into her skin as my wrists were kept just above the ribcage right underneath the teardrop shaped mammaries. I moved the breasts in a circular pattern, exploring her softness in a way which undoubtedly dragged her nipples with me, my still quite human hands sending pings of joy as I sensed her in this way.

I could feel the vaginal tract, which I had pushed myself into, contract and squeeze as I brought myself in and out of Belle who laid squirming in pleasure beneath me. The ridges along my shaft disturbing her musculature both as they made ingress and as they exited, periodically expanding her in the former case and leaving her pussy suddenly absent of the full thickness in an equally periodic way during the latter.

The way I moved made the two lower protrusions of mine move in opposition to each other, when one entered the other made its exit and vice versa. The conical member hummed in a low but steady way as I worked my magic on the absentee pilot, but those vibrations were little compared to what the ridged cock did. The head pulsed sudden strong vibrations as I entered, only to die down slowly as I pulled out, repeating with each pistoning into her. All the while the vibrator which laid within my shaft moved against my movement, staying close to her opening at all times as its intensity followed a sine pattern.

After some time I decided to switch positions, pulling my vibrating cocks out of Belle, I proceeded to try and move her. I let go of her breasts and moved upwards, slightly lightening my grip around her throat and pulling the tendril which I forced her to deepthroat it out of her, but only by a tiny bit. With her genitals free and the rest of her body free from any of my holding, I soon took to turning her around, flipping her onto her stomach in one fell swoop.