Infinity's Arrow

Posted on Thu Mar 12th, 2020 @ 4:30am by Commander Jackson Antilles & Commodore T'Shaamet 'Runt' Antilles

Mission: Mission 85: My Soul's in Arms, and Eager for the Fray
Location: USS Infinity - Near the Gorn / Klingon Border.
Timeline: 1000Hrs - May 25th, 2392

Captain T'Shammet knew that the USS Infinity was in excellent shape as she emerged from the turbolift back onto her ship's bridge. "Status number one?" the diminutive Vulcan female inquired as she moved towards her chair that the more massive human female just vacated.

Horner turned. "The Klingons have been routed and all four transport ships have been captured," she explained as she rose to her feet, moving away from the command chair as she did so. "We recovered over two hundred and forty prisoners. Most of them were Starfleet officers who have been declared lost or missing in action over the last ten years or so. Maybe we will get lucky and find your mate among them."

"We did." T'Shaamet sat down in her chair, a wistful smile on her lips. "Jackson has been returned to us, Sarah. I don't know if I should be happy beyond words with that, or enraged beyond words at the Klingons for his capture and what they did to him and the others."

"I see your dilemma," Horner explained with a smile. "Well, whatever you decide. I'm glad he's home."

"The Doctors ran a DNA test on him." the small Vulcan female responded with a smile. "It really is him." T'Shaamet paused. "I never thought he was alive. I really thought he was dead."

"I remember Jackson from our time on the Courageous. I recall how shy he was with around others.. and I recall how much in love he was with you, especially when he'd ask me for advice.. and then there was your wedding day." Horner smiled at the smaller woman.

"My married life was cut short by a Klingon who was evil Sarah. I'm glad that Te'Kevek himself is dead. Otherwise. I would seek his blood." the small Vulcan turned her attention from the massive human woman beside her to the display as the last Klingon warship was demolished. "Are all of our Marines back from the transports?" T'Shaamet inquired.

"Yes, they are," Horner answered. "Them and the prisoners."

"Very well." the small Vulcan paused. "Scuttle the four transport ships, they are no longer of use to anyone," T'Shaamet ordered a quiet demand in her tone.

Kayden Nell nodded his head. "Aye skipper, transporting ordinance now." the bridge crew waited as Alyssa Temetti nodded her head. "Bombs are aboard and detonating now." with that said, all four Klingon freighters had been reduced to four clouds of gas and expanding fields of scrap metal and vaporized gas.

"Alright. Helm, set course for our next destination, speed is warp three." T'Shaamet explained. "Give our guys time to make repairs."

"A wise plan." Horner concurred. "I'll look after the watch for you. Go spend time with your husband." the tall female added in a softer tone a moment later.

"Commander. Thank you. The bridge is yours for the next several hours." T'Shaamet rose to her feet and departed the bridge a moment later. "Captain's Quarters," she spoke softly once inside the turbolift, when suddenly a smile appeared on her face, she knew what she was feeling was not logical in the slightest but also, at the same time, she did not care either.

Meanwhile, Jackson Antilles smiled as he stepped into the bathroom of his wife's quarters. He could tell that a Vulcan female and her young child lived here, signs of both were everywhere and to make matters better for Antilles, his wife kept her quarters a lot hotter than the human average but he didn't mind the heat. It reminded him of the world he had come to consider home. "Well. I'll take T'Shaamet back with me to Vulcan and she and I can cross Vulcan's forge together as we had planned," he added aloud.

Antilles regarded himself in the mirror. "Damn, you are one ugly fucker," he muttered as he regarded himself. So he went over to the replicator and ordered a pair of scissors, a razor, and some shaving gel and he went about cleaning himself up. Fifteen minutes went by as he went about cutting off his beard before he began to wash his face, then he applied the gel before he proceeded to clean his face of what he considered the filth he had collected. "Fuck I hate beards," he muttered to himself before he finished, he also noticed all the blood since he had not shared since he had been captured by the Klingons.

Antilles then located the medkit his wife used for when she cut herself shaving, he quickly cleaned himself off before he cleaned up the mess he had made at the sink. The entire process had taken him roughly an hour or so.

"Wow, they sure do make these new ships all kinds of cozy." as he turned on the shower, expecting the old style Sonics but what he got instead was real water. "Holy shit!" he jumped backward out of surprise.

Antilles paused before he began to adjust the temperature of the water before he stepped in, he was determined to enjoy himself now that he knew there was a real water shower instead of the old style noisemaker that he had been expecting and half dreading. He smiled as he looked around the shower for the soap. When he found it, he poured himself a generous amount before he began to wash himself down, removing several months worth of grime and crap from his skin. He had been and seen some things he sure did not like to think about and this cleansing would help him greatly.

Meanwhile, the doors to the Captains Quarters opened and in walked the Vulcan female who generally lived here. T'Shaamet looked around as she sought out her husband. She raised an eyebrow before she made her way into the master bedroom as she heard the sound of running water nearby, she turned her head as she slowly smiled. T'Shaamet slipped off her uniform jacket as she almost sighed, in here she felt the heat of Vulcan and this was how she preferred her home.

T'Shaamet looked around as everything was in order and there was nothing disturbed. No signs that anyone was here as the small Vulcan turned to face the bathroom door, to find only a fresh change of clothing in her husband's preferred style waiting on the counter-top where her own clothing was stored. T'Shaamet raised an eyebrow as she knew he would be taking a shower.

The diminutive Vulcan suddenly grinned. She knew exactly how to proceed, she started to shed her clothing before the small Vulcan stepped into the bathroom in silence, her gentle footfalls did not indicate she was present, but she took a moment to admire her husband through the plexiglass of the shower staff. She did not smile as she noticed his scars and injuries on his body.

The shorter then-average Vulcan female moved over and opened the shower stall door. "Hello. Is there room for one more?" she inquired, in almost a hopeful tone. "I wish to assist you in settling in. Husband." T'Shaamet addressed him.

Antilles regarded her, a raised eyebrow. "Be my guest," he responded as he gently took her small hand inside his massive one, he gently drew her into the shower with him before he closed the door behind her.

T'Shaamet looked up at her husband. "You have no idea, husband of how much I have missed you." as she felt the hot water wash over her form from her neck down to her toes. "Mmmm." she moaned softly as she felt the water gently caress her like a much missed lovers touch.

"Oh. I know." Antilles responded before he gently kissed his wife on the lips. "Not a day went by when I didn't think of you." as he gently slid his arms around her before he gently drew her into his embrace.

"They have abused you." It was not a question and nor was it phrased as such either. T'Shaamet regarded him as she spoke as she touched the massive welt that went across both thighs with her fingertips

"Yes. The Klingons did." Antilles responded was simple, in that he had accepted it but that did not mean he had to like it, he even said as much too.

"I know. Would you prefer to speak with the counselor?". T'Shaamet inquired of him.

"No. I prefer the company of my wife, she's much better looking and she can assist me better with my recovery." Antilles responded gently as he gently began rubbing his wife's shoulders.

"Logical," T'Shaamet responded, a gentle smile on her face.

"I've missed this. Just the two of us alone." Antilles commented softly as he looked down at her.

"Then we should not waste the time we have together." as she proceeded to kiss him on the lips. "I'm going to remind you of how much fun we could have in the shower by fucking your brains out."

Antilles grinned at her. "Well then, my little warrior princess. Do your worst then." he taunted her. "It's been awhile," he added, goading her on.

"Indeed, it has," T'Shaamet grinned while she responded before she kissed him on the lips a second time before she gently took her husband's cock in her hands, he wa srock hard within moments before she smiled, while she took him in her mouth.