The Dark Side of the Mirror

Posted on Sat Mar 14th, 2020 @ 9:58am by Commander István "Archos" McKnight & Lieutenant Penthesilea "Ilea" Rohr

Mission: Mission 97: The Fleet Reorganization Saga
Location: Various Locations - USS Alaska
Timeline: 2100Hrs, October 29th, 2392

The USS Alaska was almost finished resupplying for her new assignment, Archos had been welcomed aboard as the new First Officer as the Alaska herself was now under the command of Captain Duival Mia, a Bajoran woman who seemed bright and intelligent. Archos was in truth, looking foeward to this assignment as he knew he had some serious adjusting to do and he was eager to get it started.

Archos sighed softly as he finished making the evening meal he traditionally ate alone except tonight he had company. "So. How are you settling into your new posting Ilea?" he asked the Klingon woman before him. Her full name was Penthesilea Rohr but he called her Ilea for short, it was a lot easier to say and remember.

"Well Commander, it'll be interesting, serving in a starfleet that cares again I mean," Ilea explained, a smile on her lips.

"Nice," he responded. "Why did your mother gave you that name anyway?.. I should have asked her, why she chose it." he paused. "Dinner is ready. You never said what you wanted so I simply cooked my normal fair. Except I made more of it."

"My father actually named us," Ilea replied. "He liked to give us names from Terran Antiquity." She looked at the food. "Is this what you normally eat?"

"Yeah. I prefer pasta dishes and things that are simple to make and then I make them myself. Old habit, its how I managed to avoid being poisoned on our last assignment. Captain Yamaguchi didn't run a tight ship." he shook his head. "Captain Duval on the other hand, she does and I respect Duval Mia much more then I respected Marie Yamaguchi" McKnight explained. "You want me to make you something else?"

"No! No, the pasta sounds wonderful. It just seems like a lot of work." She told him.

"It is but it's worth it," he responded as he regarded her. "You are not seeing anyone?"

Ilea laughed. "I'm married to the military. I'm still settling in, breeding at present is most unwise." Ilea explained.

"Your family is not here, but you may wish to connect with your kin here... Same as I am trying to do... Meeting Orthos and Karass was interesting. As was T'Sara... The version here isn't insane and broken like mother is..." McKnight answered with a soft laugh. "Besides... I do not wish to breed with you at present. I simply want to take you to bed and fuck you," he said bluntly.

Ilea gave Istvan a sideways glance. "That was direct. I'll say this, you get straight to the point and do not talk in circles."

"I prefer the direct approach," McKnight answered. "You seemed like you preferred the direct approach. My last bedmate did not like the direct approach and I find human females generally somewhat spineless." he regarded her. "What say you?"

"What would happen if I spurned your advances?" Daisy asked before taking a bite of food.

"Honestly. Nothing would happen. Just as last time." McKnight responded. "I have enough trouble settling into life in this reality as it is, I do not need more," McKnight answered before he ate a bite of his food. "Why. Do you think I would rape you or something?"

Ilea smiled at Istvan. "With all due respect Commander, I don't think you could rape me. I am just curious about how you would react if I said no."

"Ilea. Speak your mind. I am off duty and so are you." McKnight answered her. "We could still be dealing with that shithead Anjou. He was a political officer and troublemaker. I recall many conflicting reports about him." he commented. "?I am glad he chose to not assimilate into this reality and has been sent to a black rock with no name orbiting a nameless star."

"Yes. I already dislike the man." McKnight answered evenly. "Yes. I will put him on a short leash, he starts with me and I will. deal with him as needed."

Ilea smiled at Istvan's words. "You cook well. Do you have anything to drink?"

"I have a few wines," McKnight commented. "Only two bottles left, one is a forty-eight Bolian wine and the other is a sixty-four Chateau Picard," he commented. "Alas I seldom get uses for them so I never bother with them," he added. "Mostly I go for soda or water these days."

"You need to save your wines for a special occasion." Ilea stood up from her chair and went over to Istavan's couch. She took off her boots and then her uniform and placed it neatly onto the couch. She then took off her underwear and placed it on top. She returned to her food. "I would go and get my own drinks but I'm out of uniform."

McKnight slowly smiled. "So. Eat now or wait until later?" he inquired of her.

"Eat now. We need the calories and we may be too tired to eat later." She smiled lustfully at Istvan.

McKnight regarded her, a wide smile on her face. "That works for me." as he began dishing out the food into two plates, one of which he handed to her.

"Thank you," Ilea told him as she started to wolf down the food. She noticed she may be overzealous in her eating. "Oh, sorry. I'm usually stuck eating the swill they serve in the galley. I'm also still used to the Farragut... This is rather good."

McKnight smiled, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "That's the other reason I cook my own food," he explained. "I got tired of the swill. Maybe I should have had all of the cooks on the Farragut flogged."

"Indeed, maybe you should have. I blamed our hapless kitchen manager for the routine garbage they served. She could bring in the best chefs of the Alpha Quadrant and they couldn't burn water after two weeks." She replied.

McKnight chuckled softly. "Still, it could have been worse, They could have been working for Warhowl. She may have been fucking the Chefs and cooks," he responded.

Ilea laughed. "Maybe, she might fail at that too." she shook her head.

"Well the Alaska is a far better ship..." McKnight commented. "Since this skipper is a lot better at things then our last skipper, my life has gotten easier." he sighed "Warhowl played her games and the men get beaten by her personal attack dog. I think Ajax gets off on beating people."

Ilea shrugged at his last comment. "He beat me when we were children. Mother said it would toughen us up."

"Your brother is a thug. He makes my life a lot harder than it needs to be." McKnight answered quietly. "I had considered dealing with him once and for all. I thought I'd talk to you first."

"Well, he is out there somewhere, rogue... I assume he fled back through the portal that connects our two universes... At least I hope he did," Ilea told him. "He isn't a mindless brute."

"I saw pitifully little of that," McKnight answered quietly. "But okay. If you say so.." he clearly didn't believe her.

"He could be reasonable. Just make sure you use your cold Vulcan logic. If you find yourself in a pissing contest with him, he will always try and win." Ilea told him.

"I saw him as a symbol of everything that's wrong with the Empire," McKnight answered. He had long since stopped calling it the Federation and that was no secret about him.

"He is a product of his environment," Ilea replied. "We live in a world that rewards zealotry. "

"Yes. The Federation in our home reality had indeed lost itself to its own madness brought on by Leyton and his band of crazies. When we get back. I will go and deal with them myself."

Ilea didn't want to know who Istvan planned on doing that. There had been a few assassination attempts and they all failed. She tried to change the subject. "You're a skilled cook. What else can you create?"

"Oh I can make many things," Istvan commented with a smile on his lips. "Why?" he inquired as he regarded her. "Are you interested in something in particular?"

Ilea took another bite of food. "Nothing in particular. I am enjoying the food."

"I can always make more," Istvan answered. "If you are hungry."

"Don't want to eat too much. I won't be able to fit in my uniform." She joked.

Istvan chuckled softly. "Well, I can help you with fitting into your uniform." he indicated the bedroom with his head.

"I just got out of my uniform. I plan to stay out for quite some time." He told her.

"Which is fine." He responded evenly. "You can always replicate some clothing instead of your uniform," he responded lightly.

"You don't like what I'm wearing now?" Ilea teased.

"Like I said earlier. I want to take you to bed and make you scream," he responded. "Or is that too juvenile?"

"You're just being honest," Ilea replied.

"I try. So eat, help yourself. You will need the calories." as he picked up one of his pasta dishes and began eating his own food.

"I don't want to get too full." She smiled at him. "Maybe we should start to burn up some of those calories?"

McKnight regarded her. "Sure." he indicated the bedroom. "Let's do this."

Ilea stood up and headed to the bedroom. "I hope you don't have an important schedule tomorrow. You won't have much energy."

"We shall see," McKnight responded, a wide smile on his face as he followed her into his bedroom. "I'm going to make you moan and scream."

"Have you ever had sex with a Klingon woman before?" Ilea asked. "There will be lots of screaming...and blood."

"Actually yes," McKnight responded. "She turned into an animal in bed," he added. "I've bedded humans, Vulcans, and an Orion girl before."

"Good." Ilea smiled. "Then you cannot complain later of any wounds you suffer."

McKnight grinned at her. "We shall see," he answered as he followed her into the bedroom, he grabbed her hips and pushed her against the bed, before he quickly mounted her, wasting no time, he stuffed his cock into her soft wet pussy before he began to fuck her, hard and fast. Ilea moaned loudly as this was what she wanted as he held her down, while he pushed into her with long, even strokes.