Star trek: Darkside Base

When Alexandra walked in her mouth dropped open, apparently this Vorik had an unhealthy interest in bladed weaponry. The far wall was covered in evil looking blades of every sort and several cleaning cloths were scattered on a table, some of them looked stained with blood. She found the computer desk and walked over. Next to the desk was the doorway to his bedroom. It was difficult not to look and see what horror lay beyond and after a few moments while she turned on the computer she dared a look into the bedroom. Most of the room was taken up by a large circular bed covered in the furred skin of some large animal. If she hadn’t known how distasteful the occupant of these quarters was she would have admired the primitive décor. She got to work on the complex tactical information and began organizing it and after two hours she had a detailed summary. She was starting on the Begani sector when Vorik walked in the door. She looked up briefly and their eyes met then she dropped her gaze back to the information in front of her and pointedly ignored him. Vorik stared at Alexandra for a moment after she went back to work and thought of how best to approach this unusual female. He looked down at his shirt and noticed it was blood spattered and proceeded to remove it then tossed it on the floor close to Alexandra’s feet who barely gave it or him another glance. Vorik sat down on the couch and put his feet up on the table and drank some wine while he watched her work, he found that her defiant attitude presented its self even in her features. Instead of wearing her hair down like most women, she pulled hers back into a tight ponytail. His thoughts naturally started drifting to darker places and he found himself quietly fantasizing what she would be like in bed. Alexandra took a deep breath and stood up and walked over to the reclining Vulcan and handed him the reports he requested. Her pose was still at attention as she handed over the PADD and refused to look him in the eyes. Vorik looked the PADD over giving it his full attention.



“If you are satisfied with my reports I would like to acquaint myself with the rest of the base and see to my other duties.” Alexandra said after a few moments of him being silent.



“You are seeing to your other duties by staying right where you are.” He said without looking up. Based on the tone of his voice some ancient instinct told Alexandra that this was going to get very ugly.



“This is excellent work Lt Cmdr. You seem to take your job very seriously.”



“Yes I do Sir.”



Vorik tossed the PADD down on the coffee table and stood up and started circling her slowly making not of her body, where she was muscled and where she was soft. Alexandra was ever thankful for the small dagger she had tucked against her thigh under her skirt. She would never be able to best him in strength or speed so she would have to be still and bide her time so she would be able to use surprise and maneuverability to its best advantage. He was stalking her and she knew it and it wound her tighter than spring. Breathe she needed to breathe. Vorik paced till he was facing her again then took his forefinger and middle finger and ran them down her cheek. It was an odd sensation and Alexandra felt like the skin where his fingers touched was warm and getting warmer. His fingers now traced along her chin and down the front of her neck. The sensation was starting to make her feel a little light headed like he was doing something very personal but he was only touching her neck and face. She couldn’t afford to over react now.



“Tell me, have you ever served under a Vulcan before Alexandra?” He asked quietly.



“No Captain I have not.” Alexandra put emphasis on the word captain, trying to stress the fact that Vorik's actions were out of line and completely inappropriate.



“I think you will find it a fascinating experience.”



“Some experiences are more interesting than others sir.” Alexandra regretted saying it the minute the words came out of her mouth but he was starting to piss her off. This was how she was, if something or someone made her uneasy or frightened, she would take the unease or fright and turn it to anger. She could think with anger. Anger she could use to her advantage. Vorik, however, took exception to her tone of voice and brought his hand to her throat and forced her back against a wall. Alexandra's right hand gripped the arm that was holding her and almost drew the knife but she stopped her self, it wasn't time yet, she needed to stay cool. Taking a slow breath, she looked up into Vorik's glittering black eyes and managed to keep a neutral look on her face and kept her hand on his wrist. Vorik's other hand found it's way under the edge of her tunic and with the same two fingers as before, he slowly started tracing a line around her navel. Alexandra couldn't prevent a gasp from escaping her lips as the warm feeling from his fingers caused things deep in her belly tighten. She took a shaky breath as Vorik moved his close to hers, his lips were almost touching hers.



“This is how Vulcans kiss.” He emphasized this pressing his fingers into her belly and no matter how hard she tried to stop it, a moan came from her throat and moisture started pooling at the apex of her thighs. Whatever he was doing it was affecting her deeply and before she lost control she pulled the knife from her leg and put it to Vorik's throat. Alexandra remembered that Vulcans were contact telepaths but she had never heard of what Vorik was doing to her. It was time to regain control of the situation.



“Get your hands off of me and let me go and I'll let you keep your windpipe fucker.”



Vorik's eyes widen in surprise as he withdrew his hands from her stomach and throat slowly. Most women he touched like that became a wet mess but she had the mental control to keep her head and threaten him as well. She was unique indeed. He could take her now but he wanted to see more of this woman. Simply taking her body would not be enough. Vorik backed up and nodded to Alexandra acknowledging her win of the situation.



“I will taste you again soon.”



Alexandra made her way to the door and left without another word. After the door closed she made her way to the sick bay as fast as she could. Holis was cleaning up a desk when Alexandra walked in with a pale and frazzled look on her face.



“This place is a nightmare. That man who is supposed to be your friend had three ensigns tortured for information about a possible coup. I have never seen something so gruesome in my life. Lives.” He walked over to her and led her to a chair.



“Do you have anything to drink in here?” She asked quietly.



“This place is chock full of Romulan Ale. Here.” He handed her a glass and the small flask of the strong blue liquid.



Alexandra took the flask but not the glass and started gulping the liquor.



“I thought the scariest in this world was a platoon of Klingons in a murdering frenzy during the war. I was wrong. I was so wrong.”









Vorik was called to the transporter room when the power serge began. He ran the whole way and when he got there he heard the technician say that their patterns where beginning to destabilize. He pushed the ensign out of the way and started making his own adjustments to the controls. He was able to retrieve them both but they were unconscious. Dr Kelva had them taken to sickbay but they had not regained consciousness yet.



“What is your prognosis Doctor?” Vorik asked Dr Kelva as they looked at the the scans.



“There is no apparent damage. It looks like they passed out from the power serge when they materialized. There are a few strange things though.”



“What is that Doctor?”



“According to the medical records Captain Torchescue had an operation to fix a shattered rib. She had an artificial rib placed in her but these scans show she has no artificial rib. Doctor Baran had Jasii Syndrome when he was a boy. The disease leaves a unique protein marker but it isn't showing up. Other than that they seem to be themselves.”



“Keep me appraised of the situation Doctor and inform me as soon as they are awake. I will be going over the transporter logs.”



“Yes sir.”



It was 11:30 at night before Vorik returned to his quarters, the captain and Holis were still unconscious and he was to meet Chief Engineer Lowell in 2 hours. He decided to rest for those two hours so he could approach fresh and clearheaded. He laid down on his bed and after a few moments he removed his jacket and gray undershirt. Growing up he was encouraged to wear sleep ware to ensure modesty but it simply was not comfortable to him. He laid back down and finally drifted off. He awoke to the smell of a rich soap and steam. Lifting his head up he began to hear water and splashing from the bathroom. It took Vorik two seconds to realize he was not dreaming, he picked up a phaser from under the bed and went to investigate this strange occurrence. The sight that greeted him made his black eyes widen in shock for in his bathtub was Alexandra Torchescue. She looked up at Vorik with a sly smile and slowly stood up in the tub letting the water and suds drip off her body. Alexandra stepped out and walked to the counter with a sway to her hips. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body. It took Vorik a few minutes to find his voice after seeing her like this but before he could speak she decided to start the conversation.



“I hope you don't mind that I took a bath. I wanted to be clean before I started my duties captain.” She started towel drying her hair with a smaller towel.”you are quite cute when you are asleep too.” She said with a wink As she walked past into the living room.



Vorik was about to make a comment on her observing him while he slept when he realized she called him captain. His mind cleared it's self of surprise and began to question her on her odd behavior.



“Why did you just call me captain?”



“Because you are the captain. I was transferred here to be your new assistant. If this is some sort of test though I will of course play along.” She winked at him and the look on her face became down right sultry. “Come sit by me and that is a direct order.” She patted the seat next to her on the couch and let her towel slide down a little further. Vorik had never blushed before in his life, till now.



“I am not the captain. I am your first officer. You took command of this base 3 weeks ago.” Vorik put his gray shirt back on and stood in front of her. “Do you recall the transporter accident?”



“Not really. The Romulan ship It was in was in poor repair. I wouldn't be surprised if the fault was theirs.” She got up and put her arms around Vorik's shoulders. “Let's not think about that now. You seem tense captain and I know exactly how to make you relax.” Listening to her words, an awful realization dawned on him and not too soon he heard Dr Kelva over the comm line.



“Commander Vorik. Captain Torchescue is no longer in sickbay and her comm badge is still here. I need help locating her.”



“I am with Captain Torchescue right now. I will bring her back to sick bay immediately. Have Lt Cmdr Lowell meet us there. I believe I have an explanation for the strange readings on her and Dr Baran. Vorik out.” Vorik gently slid her arms off his shoulders and took a few steps back. He looked around and found her uniform laying in a crumpled heap, he picked it up and handed it to her. She took it with a disappointed look on her face and watched as Vorik left the room so she could dress.