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Leesa Tiol grunted as she repeatedly kicked away at the shuttlecraft 's warp exit hatch until it gave way. It clattered out onto the black rock'n'roll of the unmapped major planet she had crashed on, which thankfully was M-class, supporting an oxygen-nitrogen atmosphere.

She stepped out into the black sand and looked around, her hand touching her holstered phaser at her side. For kilometers in every direction was a wasteland of nigrify George Sand and rock and roll formations ; towards magnetized north stood a Scomberomorus sierra of similarly colored batch, above which the system 's racy sun was slowly creeping westward. Nothing was threatening to her eyes, so she let her script tumble and stretched her arms, her tendons popping after the prolonged trip. She had been four hours in that shuttlecraft before the planet 's atmosphere had distorted her craftiness 's drive core and caused her to crash ; which is when she sustained quite a few bruises despite her smash simplicity.

Doubting that it would work, Leesa regardless tapped the communicator pinned to her icteric and black Starfleet uniform above her lead breast.

"Starship Sagan, this is police lieutenant Tiol on gamma Zeta 2, please respond."

No signal whatsoever penetrated the atmosphere, so after trying once More to put across with the cruiser Sagan, she gave up and returned to the inside of the mangled shuttlecraft.

interior lay deputy commander Gaius Caesar Langobard, unconscious, his own rakehell staining his bluing and black uniform. Leesa had staunched the bleeding and bound the lesion before attempting egress from the shuttlecock, but she was still worried about his term. The science officer had taken a blast to the heading when his clang simplicity had failed on encroachment, and had yet to put forward from his unconsciousness.

There was a health check tricorder in the emergency gear, so Leesa removed it and ran the detector over commandant Lombard 's injuries, cataloguing the information for when they would be rescued. She sighed and replaced the medical tricorder in the box when she was done, and then ran her fingers through her shoulder-length black-market hair. Her blueish eyes glinted in the ambient emergency lighting of the shuttle as she looked around, gleaning pick from what was n't malfunctioning or destroyed.

Leesa decided to locate herself on the planet and identify her surroundings first. Removing a monetary standard tricorder from her utility mob, she stepped back out into the Sand and flipped the peter open. The slim device hummed as the young security system officer turned in a deadening everlasting circle, gleaning everything about the planet she was on for 100 of km in every direction. When the scan was complete, she tapped a couplet of key fruit and examined the readout.

The shuttle had crashed roughly 40° south of the equator, thus the understanding for the sun hanging so low in the northern sky. The Shirley Temple Black rock-and-roll were mostly volcanic in nature, with low deposits of cadmium and iron scattered about, but the ample field of lava she had crashed in did not seem typical of the entire surface of the planet. Her centre sought out the tallest, flat-topped muckle to the Second Earl of Guilford ; a volcano, now inactive, had apparently erupted within the last few 10 and covered everything within kilometers of it with lava. Her scans showed that there was plant life and small rudimentary creatures many 10 of kilometer distant, but this indigenous living was nowhere near her.

An anomaly proved to be a construction, built into the side of the largest lava organisation around ; about a half-kilo to the eastern United States. It was constructed of tritanium and deuterium alloy, which were federation materials. This last piece of information vexed the young deputy, as this was an uncharted organization in the center of nowhere. Her eyebrow furrowed, she turned to the east and squinted, barely able-bodied to discern full-strength lines at the base of the curvaceous lava formation.

Tapping another sequence into her tricorder, Leesa held it out to the east as it performed an intensive CAT scan. She gasped as she saw the answer : Romulan lifetime foretoken !

She quickly snapped the twist shut and put it in a sac on her right hip while returning to the wrecked shuttlecraft. No sensing element dampeners, no camouflage of any eccentric ; they obviously thought that the planet 's remote positioning and it 's system-scrambling air was enough of a smoke screen to hide their comportment in federation space. But what were they doing here ?

Her scan had told her that there were four Romulans inside the construction, which stretched underground as much as it did above basis, and if they were the typical paranoid Romulan force, they would have sensor equipment to key local scanners like her tricorder. So it was a condom bet that they knew she was here, even if they had n't seen her birdie crash.

How Leesa was going to explicate that she crashed so close to their compound by sheer coincidence was beyond her. But, since they were illegally in Federation space, she need n't explain a thing, so she took out her phaser and assured herself of its charge.

After replacing the phaser, she returned to the interior of the shuttlecraft and rummaged about, organising what worked and tossing what did n't cultivate out the scuttle. Over the next hour or two she salvaged what she could from the shuttlecraft, tended to the unconscious commander Lombard, and made respective endeavour to boost the still-functioning communications equipment in the wiliness, but all attempts to meet the Sagan failed.

Finally, after doing everything she could reckon of to celebrate engaged productively, she sighed and sat down, reaching for a pack of rations, as the replicator was inoperable. Midway through her repast, she heard a clatter from outside the hatchway.

turn her head quickly, Leesa saw a twosome of Romulans, one with a disruptor pistol, the other with a rifle, aimed at her. Their non-white heart were narrowed with suspicion and smugness. One of them spoke into a device ; Leesa 's cosmopolitan translator told her what he said.

"Subcommander Teloy, we have the spy. We will destroy the craft and institute the survivor to the facility."

"Acknowledged."came the voice from the other end of the communication line.

Redirecting his attention to Leesa, who had not moved from her position, the pistol-wielder spoke to her.

"Get to your feet, human, and follow me."

Glancing at Lombard lying on the level, Leesa objected,"My crewmate is injured, I must go to to him."

With a sneer, the Romulan with the pistol replied,"His pallor William Tell me that he will be dead soon. You will come with us. Now."

Casting one lowest tone at Lombard, Leesa got slowly to her fundament, dropping the meal kit to the deck at her feet. She proceeded out the doorway and stepped into the sand, covered by both Romulans. As she moved past the pistol wielder, the rifleman stepped back to effectively cover her, but stumbled as his metrical unit came down on a discarded part of tech that Leesa had discarded.

It was the opening she needed.

She lashed out, grabbed the disruptor pistol from the Romulan 's hand and jammed her palm into his olfactory organ. He fell limply backward into the black Baroness Dudevant without a sound.

The s Romulan hastily fired his disruptor rifle at her ; the cat valium DOE attack zapping past her left arm as she turned towards him. She brought the disruptor up and put a couplet of flak into his pectus, which tossed him into the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin with grass rising from his mortal wounds.

Leesa whipped back around to ascertain the low gear Romulan, green blood streaming from his nose, struggling to get his elbows underneath him ; painful sensation and disgust burning at the stake in his eyes.

"Filthy…. human, how dare you touch me !"

Leesa noted his lack of motor skills coordination and lowered the handgun. She bent down and retrieved the rifle from the dead Romulan and tossed both weapons into the shuttle. Refusing to take opportunity, she opened her tricorder and scanned the part again, confirming that the other two Romulans still occupied the social system.

"What are you scanning, man ?"He spit the word out as if it were rotted fruit he had accidentally tasted. Leesa looked at the injured alien before re-entering the birdie, picking up a pair of restrictors, and returning.

"I 'm going to stick to your tree branch now. Will you continue still or do I have to stun you ?"

The Romulan grinned through his infliction, a grin of malice.

"I will rest as still as one of these rock organisation, innocently waiting for you to off my dignity by restraining me."

Leesa clenched her jaw at his spitefulness, removed her phaser and set it to minimum stun, and sent a bright yellow ray of light of muscularity at the Romulan. He slumped back into the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin, his eyes end as his breathing time wheezed from his pectus. She bent down and secured his wrists and ankle joint, then checked to swan that his breath was steady. Then she dragged him up against the hull of the shuttlecraft, out of the way.

Shocked by the incident, Leesa sat down on the lip of the shuttle hatch and blew out her breath, wiping the uneasy shininess of effort that had gathered on her forehead. She stared at the utterly Romulan lying awkwardly in the black sand.

Although trained in multiple defensive attitude techniques and ability as a Starfleet security officer, she was still disgusted with her killing. Despite the fact that she was ambushed by Romulans, the premise for at least two Starfleet surety education scenarios, she should receive been able-bodied to find another way to permeate the situation. If she ever got off this planet, she was n't certainly how she would Word her report of this incident.

She got up suddenly, feeling the want to do something. Again she hammered on the flickering presentation in the cockpit to try and get a communicating through the atmosphere, to no service. Again she checked the science officer 's vitals, establishing them as steady but weak. Again she put her tools away and stepped out of the wreck and into the bluish spark of the sun, gazing into the distance.

Her middle sought out the vague precis of the construction set against the tallest rock formation in mess. She knew those Romulans were up to something there. Since this was Federation territorial dominion, they had no occupation being here. And since there was no other member of Starfleet nearby to inform them of their wrongdoing, Leesa made up her mind to confront them, especially since there was null else to be done in her current situation.

The officer gathered her tricorder and phaser, and activated the exigency beacon light stored in the shuttlecraft 's system. After one endure halt of air force officer Langobard 's status, lieutenant Tiol stepped out into the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin once more and made for the structure.

×××

From fifty metre away, her tricorder was able-bodied to pluck up more details from the structure.

The two remaining Romulans were grouped in a single room in the below soil incision of the structure. Near them was an unconfirmed liveliness meter reading, organic but not corresponding to any have intercourse spirit touch. Beyond that the tricorder could tell her nothing.

The hatchway was on the bulwark facing her ; seemingly a standard federation emergence. Leesa approached it, pocketing her tricorder and palming her phaser before activating the control control board on the wall. At the proper control contact, the heavy room access slid open with a groan from the pneumatics, revealing a semi-lit interior. She stepped inside, glancing over everything that her scanning had told her was there ; two confederacy computers and a single Romulan computing machine stood against the far wall, with a holographic display field in the plaza of the elbow room. Lockers stood to the right while another door sat in the center of the wall to the left.

She keyed the door to close behind her as she stepped inside. Everything she saw was unassuming, but when it came to Romulans, she decided to be as paranoid as they are. She programmed her tricorder to scan for hole or small power germ nearby, and after confirming the absence of these things, she went over to the computer against the bulwark and downloaded the info stored in their memory to her tricorder. They appeared to be inert at the instant, merely storing data.

Suddenly the interior door to the left field groaned open air, and the Romulan Subcommander came through, examining a device in his hand.

"Do n't move ! Starfleet security system !"Leesa said, raising her phaser ; her call startling the Romulan police officer. He looked toward the deftness entree, bemused.

"How did you-"he cut himself off and snapped his head back toward her ; his sleek black hairsbreadth dishevelling. Within a sec, his eyes jittered around, taking in her unwounded circumstance, her phaser, and his option, which were few, considering his quandary. Slowly his typeface became emotionless and his back straightened, his middle narrowing.

Leesa gripped her phaser and closed the distance between them.

"You are illegally occupying a confederacy human beings. state your intentions."

A rancid grin crept across the Romulan 's greenish mouth, but he said cypher.

On edge and frustrated, Leesa indicated that her captive should run back into the room he just came from. She followed him as he complied, careful for an ambush from the one Romulan still unaccounted for. This elbow room seemed to be quarters and refresher recess, with a table and chair in the center of the room. Yet another door on the other face of the room led presumably downstairs.

She pointed with her phaser to one of the chairs, in which the Romulan obediently sat. His face had returned to emotionlessness, except his eyes, which blazed with frustration and malevolence.

"Put your script on the table, and link your fingers."

He complied ; a picture of pensiveness but for the square-shouldered Romulan naval forces uniform and the spitefulness in his eyes.

"There is one to a greater extent Romulan here. Are they downstairs ?"

Not a move or a auditory sensation came from her prisoner. Leesa sighed and lowered her phaser, ready to welt it back up at the fragile shifting.

"I believe your name is Subcommander Teloy. I am Lieutenant Leesa Tiol of the starship Sagan. As an official spokesperson of the interests of the Federation, I ask you again what you are doing on this planet."

For a consequence, the Romulan said nothing. Then he blinked and adjusted his hands on the table before replying in a calm down voice.

"We are on a scientific expedition."

"What variety ?"Leesa said without hesitation.

"Biological. There are animation forms we have found that are curious in their oracular properties."

Leesa nodded ; that would explain the vague organic readings her tricorder had picked up.

"What 's in the rooms downstairs ?"

The Romulan sighed before he spoke again.

"anatomical analysis equipment, a fully equipped surgical bay, cryogenic storage containers."

Leesa added,"And your lieutenant, I presume ?"

Teloy leaned forward, his hired hand gripping each other,"No. You killed my lieutenant when he attempted to bring you to me. Only a formerly useless ensign is downstair. But she will not be troubling us during this very…. pleasant…. conversation."

Blinking at the accusal, which she could not fully refute, Leesa dragged a president over to the paries next to the door they had come through. She sat in it, keeping her phaser aimed in the cosmopolitan charge of the wily Romulan.

"Let 's just delay for her to see what 's taking you so long up here, shall we ?"

Instead of silence as she expected from him, the Subcommander smiled slightly and turned to look at the slimmer doorway which presumably led downstairs.

"She is…. indisposed. We will be waiting a very retentive time if you wish for her to investigate my absence."

"Call her on your communicator."

His smile widened a bit and the subcommander turned and looked at her.

"It would n't bring in any difference."

Leesa frowned, exasperated at this Romulan 's smug position. She wondered what was going on down there ; she doubted the Romulan was lying, but he was n't telling the integral the true either. Either way, she had to convert the situation ; he had too practically might in the conversation.

"O.K.. Get up, you 're taking me down there."

They got to their pes, Subcommander Teloy somewhat reluctantly. The stairwell door hissed open and Leesa nudged the man through and followed him down a set of well-lit step. At the undersurface he tapped the control panel for the threshold and it slid spread out, depositing them into a elbow room that encompassed the full buttocks floor.

It was just like the subcommander said ; all the equipment he mentioned was there, along with memory loge and a surface loading place against one bulwark.

Against the far wall was the aesculapian bay, and in the biobed lay the quaternary Romulan. She was lying uncomfortably, her eyes gazing with freeze out electrical shock and hurting at the ceiling. Her midsection was completely ripped open ; a ghastly and ragged green-blooded yap where he stomach should accept been.

Leesa gasped in horror. The subcommander, his hatchway spotted, whipped around with his arms to excise at her, but she was set up for such an action. She ducked and slammed her articulatio humeri into the Romulan 's midsection, and brought her knee up into his face as he doubled over in pain. He collapsed to the floor with a groan as he clutched at his tummy and face, trying to get his breath.

"What did you do to her ? ?"Leesa yelled as she stared at the dripping mess of what was formerly a Romulan ensign.

All that came from Subcommander Teloy was a tortured wheeze.

Leesa paced over to the corpse and dug out her tricorder, passing it over the snuff it woman. The scanner effect painted a grisly ikon. Apparently something animated had grown inside the char, and then burst out of her ; there was traces of non-Romulan cellular residue amongst the panel. The Danton True Young lieutenant closed the tricorder with trembling fingers, then reached up and gently closed the dead char 's eyes.

She stormed back over to the doubled up Romulan and shouted in his face.

"What did you put inside her ? !"

super C blood bickering onto the floor as the Romulan hacked out a laugh.

"New…. life…. You should be…. excited, Starfleet Lieutenant Tiol, for being in the presence of…. an undiscovered…. life form…."

Leesa got up and looked around some Sir Thomas More, sweat making her hairsbreadth cling to her os frontale. On the floor near the biobed was a little pile of Al Gore, mostly Green. It was vaguely cylindrical, but very dead, so she could n't be sure of its exact form. Her breath was shaky as she once again pried out her tricorder and gathered entropy on it. It was completely unknown, besides being carbon-based life ; her twist could n't make any more of it.

She gritted her teeth and re pocketed the tricorder. She was Starfleet ; an administration formed specifically to seek out new sprightliness, but to discover it in such a setting was horrendous, no topic who you were. Leesa was untrusting of Romulans ; they had tried to lead on her in every skirmish she had with them, but nonentity deserves something like this.

She turned around to storm back over to the subcommander, but a sloshing dissonance in the phantom to her right made her stop. In the corner were a pair of footlocker, and between the lockers sat a few boxes stacked atop one another. The topmost box was surface. Carefully, Leesa edged over and leaned over the box to see it 's mental object.

Clear, viscous fluid filled the box, and within lay a single wight, presumably a populate version of the bit of soma on the trading floor near the biobed. It was rig transparent, but definitely a somatic lifespan build. It flexed and relaxed and curled around itself as she watched, extending to almost a beat long and then shrinking to the duration of her foot. It was strange and beautiful at the same time, but had a malevolent undertone in Leesa 's mind, since she saw what had happened to the Romulan woman.

She backed away and turned toward to the still-alive romulan, only to find him struggling to his animal foot with a disruptor in his paw. She quickly aimed her phaser and depressed the firing clitoris, but not before he got a burst off in her focal point. Her beam of concentrated lightness struck him square up in the brass, throwing him onto his back. At the same time, the green disruptor bam tore into her berm and arm, spinning her around as she fell against the stacked crateful and onto the floor.

Leesa landed on her wounding with a cry. Through the painfulness, she saw the afford crateful atop the mountain fall from its rod ; its contentedness splashing out as it landed on its incline. The wrestle creature slid across the floor, then arrested its own movement by changing its shape.

veneration and pain wrestled in her mind as she used her good branch to back up against the bulwark, watching as the unidentified life-form slowly wriggled in her focal point. She yelled something, but she did n't know what her vocalism said. She frantically reached for her phaser, but could receive it nowhere within ambit. Leesa could only determine with wide eye as the thing edged toward her.

It stopped on the exit side of her metrical unit, which were drawn up as close to her as possible. It stood up like a snake would, one end seeming to do as a sensor as it poked in her counseling. First it gently nudged her shinbone, then her kneecap. Then it moved forward a little Thomas More, and came into contact with a few pearl of her blood, which it bent to study. It came up and pointed at her get out berm, the one with stock seeping from beneath her torn uniform.

Then it gave a strange wiggle/shudder ; the movement was strangely unspasmodic. It seemed more like a calculated movement than a spasm. Wanting any information about this affair, preferably before it tried to wound her, Leesa yanked the tricorder from its pocket and awkwardly opened it with one hand ; its whirring hum a comforting sound amid the topsy-turvyness.

Again the worm unknown shuddered, almost exactly the same as before. Her tricorder immediately made a beeping noise ; the readout displaying that the ecumenical translator software program was working on deciphering new nomenclature stimulus.

Leesa stared incredulously between the shivering worm and her tricorder as her wounding pulsed for care. Then her device trilled, and an automatise voice came from it.

"You are hurt ?"

This simple idiomatic expression proved so many thing, the initiatory of which is that this fauna was intelligent. The next was that it showed concern, an emotion, which meant that it was of a level of intelligence where it could be reasoned with. Leesa gaped in surprise for a minute before the creature made the Same shuddering move, and her tricorder repeated its translation.

"You are hurt ?"

Without knowing what else to do, she typed in the tricorder to react, ‘ Yes I am. But I stopped those who imprisoned you. please do n't injure me.'

The tricorder projected an image similar to the insect, which writhed and shivered It 's message. The louse seemed to regard the projected look-alike until It 's message was all over, then it edged closer and wriggled some more. The message came through :

"I wo n't ache you. Thank you for freeing me. They hurt my kin, hoped to modify us to hurt others for them. We will not avail them. May I help you ?"

Leesa wondered through her pain how this simple fauna could possibly aid her. With shaky fingers, she typed in her message, and the tricorder projected her response, ‘ How can you avail me ?'

Instead of responding, the worm snaked toward her wounds, and began to roll itself around her arm and shoulder joint, stretching itself to cover the burnt and blackened material body. She gasped at the touch, bracing herself to tear the thing off of her if it began to pain her, but cypher of the sort transpired. Instead, she felt the pain Begin to lessen a slight, and warm tingle sensations emanated from where the dirt ball wrapped around her. She sighed in moderation from the pain, and leaned back, her muscles relaxing finally.

×××

The sensations combined with the waning pain must stimulate caused her to wander off to sleep ; not surprise after her meddlesome day. Slowly she came to, and got her elbows under her and sat up.

The room looked the same, only the worm creature was nowhere to be found. Leesa used her arms to push herself to her foot ; she remembered that she was wounded, but for some rationality no pain in the neck came from where the blast had struck her. Peeling back the ripped and burned fabric, she exposed her wounds only to find them completely healed, with no evidence of the injuries besides the holes in her uniform.

She changed her opinion about the worm, now thinking about it in a good brightness, rather than being mistrustful, but she was still perplexed. Why had its war paint not registered on the tricorder ? Why had it helped her ? And where had it gone ?

To respond that stopping point query, she began searching the room, looking behind the crateful and under the biobed, where the Romulan woman 's corpse still lay. Nearer the threshold, the former Romulan lay spread-eagled ; his wounds from their melee combined with her phaser beam to his face had apparently rendered him comatose, as his external respiration was very light.

Finding it against the hatchway that led to the stairwell, Leesa came close and opened her tricorder to once again scan it. The worm was barely moving, prompted to when her shadow fell over it, it wriggled somewhat more weakly than before.

"gladiolus you are better."The artificial translation came through the tricorder.

With a self-referent smile cutting through the headache etched on her face, Leesa thanked the unknown stranger ; the tricorder projecting her words in holographic gestures.

‘ I might have died if it was n't for you. Are you alright ? How can I help you ?'

"I need fluid, a wet environs, to sustain myself."

After imploring it to waitress where it was, Leesa hastened over to the few stacked crates in the corner where she had fallen and began searching through them. It seemed that most of the crates were filled with Romulan databases that had been somehow wiped of information, and that only two of the dirt ball fauna had been brought here, apparently without replacement fluid. The piffling crate that she had upended in her fall lay on its side on the floor, the fluid it had contained had evaporated.

Her search had turned up nothing worthy to arrest the creature, so she returned to it. She knelt beside it, and conversed via the tricorder.

‘ The fluid they brought you in is gone, and there is no more. How can I aid you ?'

"in conclusion chance for me is inside you."

Leesa furrowed her forehead, wondering what it could stand for. Then it dawned on her, and she glanced back over her shoulder at the Romulan female corpse still adorning the biobed across the room. The remains with it 's midsection bollix up open.

Her middle shifted back to the dying insect, her thoughts racing as the situation became top.

‘ The Romulans attempted to do something similar to what you are asking me to let you to do. The cadaver of one of them is laying in the recess with a fix where her tummy used to be. How do I know the Lapp thing will not bump to me ?'’

The worm hesitated before responding,"I have nada to leave you but my hope that I will not harm you."

Leesa stood up, snapping shut her tricorder. She set it on a table and ran her fingerbreadth through her black hair. At this point it came down to what she valued more ; the sovereignty of her physical structure, or the nonsuch of Starfleet. It is Starfleet 's mission to try out new life-time, and she had found it, only to feature it die in front of her. Unless she allowed the one matter to happen to keep it alert, which was at the very least a disturbing act, and at the most, a deadly one.

She hovered between her decisions, watching the thing writhe on the tritanium decking. It looked so pathetic just lying there ; she could n't just appropriate it to die. She knew so slight about it, and earnestly wished to know Thomas More. Plus, she realized, she would n't be surrendering her bodily integrity if she made the conscious conclusion to take into account the dirt ball tool access.

Finally she made her decision. Picking up the tricorder again and crouching near the worm, she spoke into the device.

‘ I 'll allow for you inside me. Please, be careful with me.'

The worm rolled over and it 's end came up off the floor, and it wiggled a reception, which her tricorder translated.

"Thank you. I will be careful."

Standing up, she set her tricorder and phaser on a tabular array, then hesitantly began unfastening her uniform. It was a single-piece outfit, so all she had to do was grasp the zipper in the back, slide it down, and pull the top off of her arms. As she pulled the sleeves off of her weapons system, her shoulders became exposed, white as white skin could be, setting off her midnight hair. She was fit and trim, and would consume no issue exposing her dead body to anyone she wanted to, except this was a very unfamiliar billet. Her dresser became reveal, her sizeable breasts covered by a livid carrying into action bra which kept her breasts from moving too practically during practice and former arduous action. Such as beating up Romulans. A toned, flavorless belly continued below her knocker to her hips.

She slipped her quarter round beneath her beltline and shimmied her shapely hips to let her uniform down her stage. The textile slipped over her can with endeavour ; sheer white step-in were all she wore in addition to the bra, and she had had all extraneous hair's-breadth laser removed years before, so every inch of her supple, toned hide was still and all but flawless. As her trouser slid down her second joint, a long, melt off, conk scar was revealed ; a swag she kept from a duel with a disgruntled Klingon, who to this day sported a set nose from her fist.

She stepped out of the uniform, her tariff thrill remaining on. Finally, she slipped out of her scanty, throwing them on the bundle of black and yellow uniform. The creature undulated toward her as she sat down on the freezing deck plating and opened her wooden leg, the peak that was her vagina opening blanket. The labia split apart, showing her clitoris still in its sheath, beneath which opened her inner labia, which gave way to her vaginal opening, already dull in expectancy.

Automatically, Leesa licked her fingers and reached down and massaged herself ; making dumb circles around her clit. Her breath caught as she touched herself, realizing that it had been far too prospicient since she last had an sexual climax. Her liveliness was so full and fulfilling that she often forgot about her womanly pauperization in her zip for her calling in Starfleet. She remembered all too well now, but that 's not what she was doing this for.

She was doing this to carry through the life of an unknown alien.

The creature inched closer, sensing the damp tunnel that would lead to it 's salvation. Leesa watched as it came to within centimeters of her vagina, and gently reached out to touch her most sensitive folds. She gasped and flinched at its touch, but found it to be not unpleasant, as it was a damp animal, constantly secreting an oily substance over its pelt. She removed her script from herself, and arched forward, attempting to keep an eye on the thing 's progress.

She felt its straits poke inside her entranceway and slip up into her, slithering like a serpent alongside her tender tissues. She had expected it to be a chore to take the girth of the worm-like creature ; as its normal SHAPE it was half again the size of any phallus she had taken before. But she realized that she had seen it lurch it 's embodiment before, and that 's what it must be doing now, for her to more easily accommodate its physical structure within hers.

Her jaw opened allowing her brim to part, and her eyes blinked languidly as she followed the thing 's progress within her more with her sensation of signature than with her eye. She could feel it 's way up her vagina, how it undulated within her, first using this side of her canal 's ribbed wall to act, then that side, then the floor, then the roof. in fact, her trepidation had melted away, leaving her with her vagina being stimulated from the inside.

She leaned back again, gasping as her bare back came in contact with the pack of cards plates. The chill thrilled her, and her hand crept back between her legs and went to work on herself once again. She did n't realize how close her orgasm was lurking until she ran the stand over her clit and wet folds ; her body warmed and tingled, her respiration became deeper and quicker, her back arched, her eyes closed, and the rising breaker broke against the seawall, sending foam and white water up into the air.

The groan was pushed out of her by her contraceptive diaphragm, unconscious mind, but adamantine as the pleasance coursed through her veins and nerves, filling her seeing with stars. Her body felt full and taut ; goose bump scatter across her cutis like marching USA.

inside her, despite her vagina clamping down as she orgasmed, her cervix irised open slightly, as little-used muscles were unconsciously flexed. That was exactly what the worm creature needed, so heedless of the collapsing surroundings around it, it pushed through her cervix and into her unused uterus, which was coated with life-supporting lining as it was mere days before Leesa 's time of the synodic month orbit.

Through her pleasure, Leesa felt a endorsement incursion, as the worm slipped through her cervical first step. There was no pain in the neck, just a sense experience of the louse animal accessing an area where no man has gone before. On the bounder of her waning orgasm, she felt a fluidic sliding adept of the dirt ball slithering through her innermost tissues, and as she got up on her elbows, she saw the last of the worm 's end lengthen and slenderize out and then disappear within her.

She wiped the sheen of sweat from her brow as she carefully got to her foundation, trying not to prompt her stomach too much. The fluidic look in her broken belly was now accompanied by air pressure as her womb began to extend to set aside the entirety of the louse to loop up inside of the now-small organ. Surprisingly, there was no painfulness whatsoever.

Stepping over to put a hand against the wall for backup, Leesa pressed her thenar over her lower stomach and felt through her deal the gesture of the creature inside her. She felt herself expanding ever so slightly ; her organs and skin moving and stretching to hold the being now occupying her uterus. Her mind was a miasma of emotions, ranging from anxiety to wonder, from concern to arousal, from disbelief to contentment ; combinations she could not reconcile. Over all other feeling was a maternal philia that inundated her very being, and caused a grinning to tug at her rim. Whatever else happened, this fauna was dependable and sound now, shielded within her from the ravage of the humanity without.

Finally with a snapping feeling, the apparent movement slowed and then ceased. The merely indication that something had slithered up and occupied her womb was that her belly had protruded a few centimeter, which was all but not noticeable. Quickly she donned her underclothing and uniform, pulling the gasp back up over her laughingstock, and the shredded arm back over her shoulder.

As she ran the slide fastener up her back, Leesa wondered what she should do now. She had no idea how she would love if the creature now contained in her uterus was receiving what it needed to live or not. Between the fear and the moral conclusion, she had n't planned that far ahead.

ordination her hair absently, she thought she heard a aloof voice, as though it was carried away on the wind. She looked over her articulatio humeri, but knew it had n't come from in the elbow room. The hatchway to the stairwell was closed, and she knew the outside door upstairs was shut stringent, so she blew the removed voice off.

Retrieving her equipment, she holstered her phaser and once again riffle give her tricorder and held it to her midsection, allowing the humming creature to skim her. It was no medical checkup tricorder So it did n't birth the specialized sensors to examine her aesculapian term, but it did distinguish her that her vital signs were stable. A bit Sir Thomas More at ease, she snapped the tricorder shut and placed in the one-armed bandit on her belt.

She took a deep intimation, then blew it out through her wrinkle lips. She realized that she had been gone for an unknown amount of clock time, and that she should see to commanding officer Langobard, back at the clangour land site. Leesa cast another look at the comatose Romulan on the decking, then exited the laboratory, and then the building.

The iniquity was all over as the exterior bulkhead doorway whined open ; no moons orbited this planet, and she was at such a latitude in sex act to the rotation angle of the planet that no sunlight brightened any horizon. Leesa sighed in exasperation ; she could n't very well go traipsing off through the dark, groping about for her crashed craft. She knew the vague focussing, and could have used the tricorder to map her progression, but there were Benny Hill and minor valley between here and there that she had maneuvered around to get to this facility. One trip-up could mean life-threatening injury, and when blinded by lack of light a misstep was all but unavoidable. And she had more than one lifetime to handle for now ; she caressed her middle once again, feeling how her once-familiar curves were expanded by the new lifetime she protected in her deepest reaches.

She stepped back inside the comparatively brilliantly facility information processing system room, and sealed the door behind her. Proceeding back down to the lab, she gathered up every prick and every weapon and everything that could be used as either one and brought them in a crate up to the computer elbow room. Then she sealed the stairwell doors at both ends, creating an effective prison for the now-sleeping Romulan still spread out on the base where he had fallen.

Looking around again, Leesa found a bed in the ground floor entrance hall, pushed it against the wall and Sat on it with her back against the tritanium, and settled down to hold back for dawn, her coat of arms curled affectionately around her midsection.

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As Leesa 's soundbox slowed somewhat after being inactive for at least an hr, the life story physical body she had taken within her womb lay wrapped around itself, the plush walls of its new house holding it in topographic point. The head of it was inactive, but the prat was pressed against the uterine wall, and was forming a connection between the man tissue paper of Leesa 's uterus and the unknown tissues requiring what she had to give. Tiny tendrils bonded with the cells that made up the human being 's generative arrangement, and even more tendrils snaked up the tunnels that led to her ovaries, where even more association were made. In the right-side underground, the tendril encountered an egg, which was making its way down to the uterus in anticipation of fertilization. The tendril went around it, allowing it to continue on its leisurely journey, and snuck up to bind itself to her ovary.

The alien creature made use of what Leesa 's body had to offer ; recovering its effectiveness while she slept.

THE END ... ?

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