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Star Trek Chapter 07
"Justin Cooper?"
Justin looked up and took an immediate dislike for the man in the door way. He was smallish, had a thin face and big nose, and was going prematurely bald. He wore the gold of command but was only a Lieutenant JG. Instead of the stylized "A" of fleet operations he was wearing the silver interlocking three-linked chain of Star Fleet Intelligence. Obviously he was a stuffed shirt dweeb.
"Yes."
"I am Lieutenant Picard of Fleet Intelligence. Admiral Kirk has asked me to give you a brief on certain aspects of your mission. I do not know the specifics of what you're being asked to do but I have some information you may find useful."
Justin straightened up in his chair and leaned forward. His posture both implied interest and irritation. "OK, shoot."
"We'll have to repair to a secure area," Picard said as he scanned the interior of Revenge.
"Fine." Justin stood up and waited for Picard to step aside so he could start down the docking umbilical that led to Enterprise's hanger bay. Revenge was too large to fit in the bay so she was being held against Enterprise's stern with docking grapples and a temporary passage had been rigged. Several minutes later Justin was sitting across a desk from Picard. The office was bare, small and windowless. The screen behind Picard was blank-it didn't even have the outside view that allowed most rooms to appear to have a window. It had the curved walls of a space in the disk section of the ship.
"I have been instructed to brief you on Cardassian frontier defenses, the capabilities of their various ships and," Picard paused, "what is known of the slave trade within Cardassian space."
"Yup."
Picard held up a memory chip. "Much of the data I'm giving you is on this chip. It is encoded and the decrypt algorithms have been loaded into your ship's waste processor's computer. It is felt that that low level a system may escape inspection should your ship fall into the wrong hands. I must warn you to only plug this into that particular computer or it will self-destruct."
Justin smiled. "So, I can only read it when I'm taking a dump."
Pacard's face took on an expression of indignation. "Quite."
"OK," Justin went on with a smile, "pass me the info."
At this Picard smiled. "I'm intrigued about what your mission but....well, let's get started. Shall we?"
The briefing was a sobering one. Cardassian defenses were thorough and, even cloaked, he'd have to be careful. Then there was their slave trade, a place where pirates, gangsters, and semi-official government corruption met. He was, however, given the name of a few contacts that might be useful in finding and springing the girl.
"Now," Picard said as the interview drew to a close, "I've been instructed to have you report to Sick Bay. Seems there's a matter of a "re-enlistment physical" which needs to be completed."
"I'm not re- enlisting in shit," Justin muttered.
"Quite, but Star Fleet does have its procedures."
He walked into Sick Bay and was met by an elderly nurse.
"May I help you?" she asked.
"My names Justin Cooper, I was told to report here."
"On moment," she said and indicated a chair.
Justin wasn't interested in sitting. Sick Bay hadn't changed much except that it was painted white now and the equipment had been upgraded. A white haired man came out of the office.
"Mr. Cooper," he said with an affable smile and holding his hand out, "I'm Doc Holiday. You're supposed to get a little bit of a check-up, nothing extreme."
"OK."
"Problem is," Holiday went on, "I'm supposed to be in a staff meeting in a couple of minutes so I'm going to have my resident take care of you."
"Fine," he responded.
"Just go into Exam A and Dr. Crusher will be in a moment."
Doc Crusher didn't sound too hopeful Justin thought as he sat in the room. It was only a minute or two before there was a knock on the door and it opened.
"Justin Cooper? Hi, I'm Beverly Crusher," she said from the doorway.
Justin's tried to cover his expression of surprise-something Beverly was used to seeing men do when they met her.
The first thing any guy would notice about Beverly Crusher was the hair. It was a smooth dark red, almost burgundy color, and fell to her waist in thick waves. Then the spring leaf green eyes beside a straight nose and full lips finished off her head. Below that the marvelous sights kept going. Tall, slim, small and perfectly proportioned breasts, legs that seemed to reach her shoulders. This was extenuated by her blue and black coveralls that clung to her to give an exact impression of what was underneath. They were even a bit tight in the crotch, giving just a little hint of camel toe.
Beverly Crusher was very used to it, and didn't mind a bit when men became immediately compliant as they ogled her.
"First, I need to draw some blood and I have a cup for you to fill," she said.
Her hands were cool and smooth as she worked, first drawing the blood, then, after he had removed his shirt, listening with an old fashioned stethoscope and thumping on his back and chest. This was followed with a scan of his neck and chest.
"Heart seems to be in good shape," she said. "No signs of plaques or any other trouble."
She had him lay down as she pushed on his abdomen, there was no way she didn't notice his half hard on.
Her fingers were cool and her nails just gently scratched his nuts as she manipulated them. "Everything down here seems in order," she said.
"Yeah," Justin replied, "some are pretty pleased."
"Eyaaa..., I'll say a B minus. Now turn your head and cough," she said with a small smile and a twinkle in her eye.
Then she rolled on her chair to the counter and rummaged in a drawer.
"Now, turn around and put your elbows on the table," she said with a smile while holding a pair of examining gloves.
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