The Five Minute Universe - Part One

Posted on Fri Jan 1st, 2021 @ 1:38pm by Captain Ariel Gilmore

Mission: Mission 105: The Mirror, Shattered
Location: Various Locations - USS Charal
Timeline: 1330Hrs - September 26th, 2393

Master Chief Petty Officer Gabriel Thrace moved down the hallway towards his destination, he was one of the few that wore a uniform similar to what was normal for him, except he had added a belt, a dagger, and a phaser sidearm. Among the issues he had dealt with this morning was the one from Lieutenant Kaylen Chegwidden, a young Human Female who was also the Charal's Chief Conn Officer, she was having really serious issues with the uniform so he had given her the option to go and redo her uniform look so it was more subtle rather than having her look like she was heading for a porn party, in her words.

Thrace understood what the young woman's issues were, which was why he had informed her that she was not required to wear the junk uniform should she so desire as there were other options before her. "Master Chief. When we finish this mission. I'm going to take this uniform and burn it." Chegwidden sounded very sure of herself as she smiled while she looked up at him.

"I do not blame you. You can have mine and I suspect a few other people who will give you theirs to burn as well." Thrace had smiled at her before the two had parted company and now with the ship on grey mode, many in the crew were having some time off before the ship went to war the following morning when they would get underway. Thrace had not minded in the slightest.

Now Thrace moved down the hallway towards his final destination when it suddenly occurred that he had no idea of what to say to the next person he was about to see, he tapped the door chime. The door opened as Captain Ariel Gilmore stood before him, she was still wearing her imperial uniform, only now she had traded the p[ants for a simple black mini skirt and had added a set of fishnets to it, this only made her look all the more alluring in his eyes. "Captain." he addressed her. "Might I trouble... you for... is it a cup of sugar?" he paused. "Is that the correct term?"

"Yes..." Gilmore turned away as she allowed him to enter her quarters, Thrace took a moment to admire her ass. "Stop staring at my ass..." Gilmore commented after a moment. "Come on in Gabriel and tell me what is bothering you?"

Thrace entered his old friend's home and he took a moment to admire all of the plants present, he was often never sure if this was a home for a ship's Captain or a greenhouse for someone growing food because the replicator system might break ad never be repaired. "You look amazing in that getup."

"Its a shame you can't feel it," Gilmore answered, clearly rather happy as she plopped herself down in a chair. "There are three dozen people right now, all having sex within range... It's affecting me," she explained evenly as she regarded him with a smile. "I'm not sure if I should go take a cold shower or be my own best friend." She hesitated a moment. "Or both."

"That's must be distracting. I can imagine how you would say that." Thrace answered evenly, except he had no idea of how that would feel, the look on his face said as much too. "It sounds really weird though..."

"Which part?" Gilmore inquired. "People having sex or that I can sense it?" she inquired further of the man before her.

"That you can sense people getting it on. Cant, you see what they see?" Thrace inquired.

"No, only the emotions and thoughts... Mostly it's the emotional energy... It's like enjoying a fine wine or having sex myself." Gilmore grinned as she regarded him. "Now imagine how that would make you feel?"

"Like I need to get out more?" Thrace answered her in a light tone. "Tells me you need to find yourself someone to bed skipper."

"Sure," Gilmore answered. "Except this is the issue with me being the skipper. I can't exactly announce to all that I am available. It sends the wrong signals to everyone else present." the middle-aged female explained.

"How so?" Thrace answered. "You are a woman and you want someone to bed you, how is that wrong?" he asked her, using the simple approach.

Gilmore slowly smiled, she knew exactly where he was going with all of this but she held her tongue. He carried on with what he was saying. "It's all about your preferences, male, female or something in between..."

"It does not matter. I am not picky." Gilmore explained evenly. "Why... Do you want to bed me?" she inquired of him.

Thrace regarded the woman before him. "Sure." as he suddenly grinned at her, she rose to her feet as she slid off her boots and her extra gear like the belt with the Phaser and blade on it. "Then come on then... Into the bedroom." as she turned, as she moved into the bedroom, she began sashaying her hips from side to side as if to provide an incentive for him to follow her. Thrace followed her into the bedroom without comment.

Gilmore smiled as she knew the encounter to come would prove to be most enjoyable for them both.