Her ready room smelled of burning wire and hydraulic fluids from the recent battle. The door hung off angle, still on the list of repairs needing to be made to the USS Hinata. Only a week into her maiden voyage the Starship was called to a battle in the Terzon system were a fleet of ships were assemble to take on the most recent of the Borg attacks. Most ships had been destroyed by the cube before the Hinata arrived, and as the battle went on the ship took heavy damage and casualties.
Captain Sakura Saotome shifted in her chair as she read the latest report. At 5 foot, the young red head nearly disappeared into the large leather seat. Her uniform fit snuggly to her rounded 32c breasts and complimented her hips. The Captain was quite beautiful despite the cuts and scraps she bore.
Sakura let out an angry sigh, “this is too much! Starfleet wants me to leave in 2 days to return to the Sonora V colony. Repairs won’t be done for another 6 days in the least. We will have to repair on the way at this rate almost doubling our the repair time.” She tossed the data pad across the table and the ready room door whined open.
“Check you at a bad time Captain?”
“No commander,” Sakura stood up and walked to the window, “every things just fine. Starfleet wants us to leave in 2 days.”
“Only 2? Why so soon?” The commander sat in the chair and turned to face the captain’s back. She Appeared to be in great thought.
“The Sonora system is a likely location for colonization. The Hinata is to scan the planets for likely terra forming projects.” She shifted giving the commander an unintended view of her shapely bottom.
What ever commander Ranson had been thinking feel out of his thoughts, “Captain, I was thinking…”
“Yes number one?” She turned to him when he failed to complete his thought.
“Ah, you seem tense,” her curious gaze met his as he swallowed back the lump, “I was wondering if you’d have dinner with me, in my quarters, tonight?”
Sakura felt her face flush slightly, “are you proposing a dinner date?”
“I guess so, yeah.” His voice was uncertain, unconfident.
“I don’t think…”
Sakura was cut off by the commander who stood and stammered an apology, “your right, of course not, that wouldn’t be proper conduct for officers, If you’ll excuse me captain I’ll see to the…” he thought a moment, “that plasma leak on deck 12.” Ranson quickly left the ready room as Sakura stared dumbly at the door which closed behind him.
“…I have anything nice to wear,” she finished her previous thought. “Damn, he’s really cute too, I wish he’d get the nerve to ask me out. This is the 24th century.” She lifted the pad and shook her head. “Dork, this ship only has 10 decks.”
It was several hours later that Sakura finally finished her report to Starfleet requesting a longer delay. After sending the transmission she found herself wondering the ship deck by deck making visual inspections on the damage. Ranson was no were to be found.
He was the only man Sakura had been attracted since she was a teenager in the academy. At 25 she had just be given command of a brand new starship and had before then been putting all of her energy towards making the rank of Captain. Commander Ranson was only a year younger the Sakura. His short dark hair and blue eyes were an assent to his sharp features. His muscular upper body made Sakura blush if she paid too much attention to it, and it was more then obvious he was attracted to her. She had more then once over the past week seen him watching her content to star. at her.
Maybe that was it she thought, it was too soon for him to make a move. They’d only known each other for 7 days. How could they have feelings for each other in such a short amount of time. She’d give Ranson the time he needed. He was signed onto the Crew for a year at the shortest and could easily be renewed as First officer once his time was up.
With that settled, Sakura decided she did need some time alone and boarded the turbo lift. “Holodeck 1.” The turbo lift hummed as it moved threw the ship quickly. When the doors opened she stepped out into a short corridor that lead to the large doors of the Holodeck. She touched the cool dark panel to bring it to life to check its postings when the doors slide open. A Program was running.
“Computer who is inside the Holodeck?”