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STC: Federation Graffiti: Chapter 2DrOfDemonology
Open Space, SS Calypso
September 7, 2269
Leaning on the armrest of the comfortable, high-backed chair in her office, Cera studied the new model that graced her desk. Sitting on a clear plastic stand, it was a large sphere; its dark grey hull barely visible beneath the hundreds of bright yellow hemispheres that covered its surface. It was easily the oddest starship configuration she’d ever seen: it was the size of a small moon. The USS Enterprise had encountered the First Federation vessel a few years ago, and the makers of the kit had provided a to-scale Enterprise that “hovered” in front of the Fesarius by virtue of a clear plastic rod jutting from the side of the alien starship. It was teeny in comparison.
Sajeen had presented the model to her as a gift that morning after breakfast, and Cera had been touched and grateful. The young Orion was talented and had spent the last two days working on the Fesarius. Al
STC: Federation Graffiti: Chapter 1DrOfDemonology
September 4, 2269
Calypso had pulled into orbit of Starbase 11 a few days earlier. The crew’s survey mission of the planet they named Nereus had been a bust after the Tholians showed up and said they already had a claim to the system. There’d been a firefight with the Tholian spinner which left the alien starship disabled. But with the likelihood of reinforcements on the way, Calypso returned to Federation space at maximum warp.
Sometimes the only thing you can do is cut your losses.
With her ship in need of a maintenance overhaul and new supplies, Cera gave her crew leave while Calypso was being taken care of by Starbase engineers. On their third night at the Starbase, Cera and her female shipmates went off for a ladies night while Garadun, Jan Koor and David Kalakona went bar hopping. The boys wound up at the Warp 5 Club, a bar popular with Starfleet personnel. Kona met a pretty redhead and left the bar
STC: Federation Graffiti: PrologueDrOfDemonology
September 4, 2269
The worst thing about being in the brig was the boredom. There was nothing to do except sleep or sit around and think. No music to listen to, nothing to read, not even cards to play with. Jan Koor, the Calypso’s transporter chief, was currently occupying the cell’s only bunk, asleep and snoring slightly. Since there wasn’t even a chair, Garadun was sitting on the floor with his back to the wall. Starbase security had relieved them of their weapons and communicators – at least as far as they knew. The two men had been given a search after being arrested, but it hadn’t been a very thorough one.
Which was why security hadn’t found the switchblade Garadun kept in a hidden pocket beneath his jacket collar, or the small stiletto Jan had stashed in his right boot, the sheath concealed in the thick leather. They had no plans to use the weapons, yet it was nice to know they were there. The Sta
STC: Gentlemen Prefer Orions: Chapter 5DrOfDemonology
Uncharted K1 IV System
July 10, 2269
Cera gazed out the large window of her office with a smile, then stepped over and sank into the comfortable, high-backed chair beside her desk. Sitting on the desk was a model of the Calypso which had belonged to oceanographer Jacques Cousteau during the twentieth century. Her own ship was named for that legendary vessel. What she was about to do next was something she had dreamed of for a very long time. She pressed a button on her desk’s computer, setting it to record.
“Captain’s starlog, July tenth, twenty-two sixty-nine,” she dictated with a smile, using the old style that’d been used by her hero, Jonathan Archer. “We’ve arrived at the orange subgiant system and have begun our initial survey for Colonial Expeditions. It’s taken us more than three long months to get here from Andoria, but we’ve made it.”
She turned in her seat, tapping her desk
STC: Gentlemen Prefer Orions: Chapter 6DrOfDemonology
July 11, 2269
Nessa was at the door to greet Garadun when he entered Cera’s quarters, and the Orion gave him a tight hug to express her gratitude. She was clad in a morning robe made from Triaxian silk: midnight purple with black trim. It was the most casual thing he’d ever seen her wear, and she looked utterly amazing in it. He rubbed her back.
“Morning,” he said quietly in Orion.
“She still angry with me?”
“No, not anymore,” Nessa told him. “She knows we were right and she was wrong. I made sure of that. Thank you for what you did.”
“Hey, no problem. I love her, too,” he said, smiling. Nessa kissed him on the cheek and motioned towards the study. Garadun took a breath, then strolled over to find Cera sitting in a chair and watching the fish in her huge aquariu
STC: Gentlemen Prefer Orions: EpilogueDrOfDemonology
Open Space, SS Calypso
July 11, 2269
With her man taking a long, needed shower after the events of the day, Sajeen had taken the time to make things ready for their evening together. She’d brought her white hybor comforter from her own room and laid it out over his spacious bed, adding her matching hybor pillows. Over this, fur-side down, she’s spread his own black hybor comforter with her large grayth pelt atop it as a finishing touch.
On the nearby small table were a pair of wineglasses and a carafe of Andorian ale, one of the few alcoholic beverages Garadun enjoyed. Beside it was a bowl of Earth-style nacho chips, a snack for them later on if they were feeling peckish. Sensual Orion music was playing, and the lights were low and romantic. Sajeen had brushed her waist-length hair until it was a curtain of ebony softness, and all she wore was the black Triaxian silk robe she’d received as a gift that mo
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