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Star Trek Chapter 09
After offloading his cargo for the space colony at Sirus, Cooper filed a flight plan for Alghetti 3, a non-aligned world near the Klingon frontier. Because it was non-aligned, no one would notice that he would be leaving without a flight plan. Also, he had another reason for visiting.
It was a short hop-only taking seven hours before he landed at a run-down spaceport on the edge of an industrial city. The port would provide security for Revenge for the few hours he'd be there. He caught a skimmer to a bar on the edge of the city.
The place was run by a Vorgon, and a rather dower one at that.
"Oh, it's you," she said when Justin appeared at the door. "Come on then."
The door slid up into the over head and Justin stepped into a dark anti-room. Once the door had dropped into place behind him, the next one (this time an iris) opened into the quiet bar.
Along one side of the room were a series of small tables with chairs of different designs-each table set up for unique species. At one sat two Centari men in their flamboyant clothing and ostentatious jewelry. Each had the large upswinging hair that was the style for that particular race. With them was one Centari female, her head shaved except for a single long pony tail that hung down from the back of her head, almost to her waist. Centari women were usually very attractive to humans and this one was no exception. Her face had high cheek bones, small nose and mouth, and large wide-set dewy eyes. Her covering was reminiscent of the sari that some Indians from Earth wear except that this one was pure white and quite shear. Still, it did manage to cover the shapes underneath, just leave a suggestion.
Justin knew from experience that sex with a Centari woman, while incredibly stimulating is also frustrating. This is because Centari men have multiple sex organs and Centari women are very adept at stimulating them all simultaneously. For a Centari woman, sex with a human is just mild play. On the other hand, Centari men find human women boring.
There was also with them a Faringi woman, naked as is their custom, except for a necklace of multi colored chains around her neck. The chains indicated she was a woman of some rank, what she was doing in a seedy bar on Alghetti was anyone's guess. Justin didn't find their scaly brown-orange skin at all attractive and their physiques made having sex with a human impossible.
At another table sat a Klingon who scowled at his surroundings. He was alone.
The Vorgon still employed two Gorn for security-a lizard-like species well known for their dedication to their employers as well as their modest intelligence. One was sitting next to the entrance, the other was behind a small desk next to a different door. That one was watching a number of monitors, undoubtedly keeping tabs on what was happening elsewhere in the house. Justin wondered what the multiple monitors looked like through their faceted, multi-colored eyes.
Justin went to the bar and settled on one of the stools. It was built for some species that had to be taller than humans, and the seat was reminiscent of a bicycle.
"So, you have decided to come back," the Vorgon said as she brought Justin his usual Comillian ale.
"I can't be within a hundred parsecs of Alghetti and not stop by," Justin responded. "How's business been, Rodi?"
"Nothing new. Lydia's started school now, so I don't have her under foot. I kind of miss that."
A door on the far side of the room banged open and a Klingon male came flying out. He tried to keep his feet but, after three unbalanced steps, fell onto his face and slid a meter before stopping.
A gravelly but human voice yelled, "puqloD DaH Hegh ghaH qab romuluSngan moKpe poHlIj Hi' jIH!" (Get away from me you son of a rat-faced Romulan whore!)
Next the shimmering blue tongue of a Faringi electron whip lashed out and made an electronic snap as it flashed across the prostrate Klingon's back. His head jerked back in pain and a whimper escaped him.
A tall African human woman came through the door while coiling the whip. She stood at least two meters tall (that augmented by the120mm stiletto heels on her thigh-length boots). She had to mass near 100 kilos, much of that accounted for by two huge breasts that were poorly confined by a scarlet boostier. Her only other garments were white lace garter belts with straps to hold up the boots.
She walked over to the prostrate Klingon and gently placed one of her heels at the nap of his neck. His hair was disheveled and his tunic torn where the whip had hit him.
"yablIj pa' loDnI' qaHoHqang HuH yInDaj yab Dotlh lung" (I should kill you in front of your brother, you slimy mental reptile.)
At this, the other Klingon sprang to his feet and walked up to the woman. He bared his teeth and snarled. The woman's expression changed to mock indignation.
"Well, if you insist, take the little crab-faced dingkle berry," she said and lifted her foot off his neck.
The larger Klingon reached down and lifted his brother by the back of an arm. He stumbled toward the door as he was pushed along. "jIHvaD teH 'up SoH" (You truly disgust me) the larger one said as he shoved the other out the door.
The woman looked around and her face tuned into a broad smile when she saw Justin.
"Justin!" she exclaimed, "Great to see you!"
She walked over as the barkeep put another glass up and filled it.
"How you doin' Loretta?"
"I'm great! How's the smuggling going?" she slid onto the chair next to him.
"I don't smuggle," Justin said with a smile as he took a drink. "I deal in hard to find merchandise."
"Got any of that 'hard to find merchandise' for me?" she asked.
"Depends on what you're buying."
"Just whipped the fuck out of a Klingon...whimpering like a little boy he was."
"I'm sure he enjoyed it."
"I always please," she took another sip, then put her glass on the bar. "I guess you're here to see Lydia."
"If she's around," Justin replied.
"I don't see what you like about that little thing," Loretta said as she spread her legs and then reached down to pull her pussy lips apart.
Justin smiled as her wrinkly, burgundy colored clit (about as big around as one of his fingers) peeked out.
"Well, that's just what I'm into," Justin said.
Loretta took her glass again. "Can't even fuck that tiny girl."
"Lydia just got home from school," the barkeep said. "She's going to be down for a snack as soon as she changes out of her uniform."
" Damn, seems she just got out of diapers! Have her stay in her school outfit, I want to see it." Justin said.
"Well...I suppose..." Rodi said, then turned and tapped something into a tablet that was on the counter.
Loretta and Justin watched as the Faringi woman led one of the Centari out of the room.
"I wonder how they're going to do it?" Justin asked himself.
"Those guys can be pretty flexible," Loretta responded with a smile. "And, Dol Kap is really creative..."
As they stepped through the door, a little girl in white blouse and a green plaid jumper dashed around them. Her patent leather shoes made a 'tap-tap-tap' as she ran across the floor.
"Justin!" she squealed, holding her arms out.
Justin spun in his chair and held his arms out as the child jumped up onto his lap and hugged him.
"Lydia, how are you?" he asked after kissing her forehead.
The dark haired little girl pulled back. "Look!" She opened her mouth and put a finger to one of her lower teeth, then moved it forward and backward.
"You're about to lose a tooth, is that your first?"
"Uh-huh," she nodded excitedly.
"Wow, you're getting to be such a big girl!" He held her out and looked her up and down-she certainly was a good four centimeters taller than when he'd seen her six months earlier. Her hair had also grown but it was now cut in bangs across her forehead. She also seemed slimmer, at least she was losing some of her baby fat, but she still had those huge wet and round brown eyes.
"I'm in first year now!"
"Do you like school?"
The child shrugged without saying anything.
"Do you have homework?" the Vorgon asked.
"Yes ma'am," Lydia responded with a sigh.
"I can help her?" Justin said.
"OH! PLEASE, PLEASE!" the little girl implored her (adopted) mother.
"I suppose so..."
After she'd eaten a snack of some local fruit and a glass of bantha milk, Lydia danced as she led Justin across the room and through the door.
By now, Justin was completely familiar with the house. The dingy hallway ended with another door. The rooms to the side were for private parties and, as they passed, there was a slap and a giggle, followed by a Centari moan, through one of the doors.
At the end of the hallway, Lydia opened the doorway that simply reveled a steep stairway. The second floor was better lighted and, at the end of another hall Lydia led Justin into her bedroom.
The room was furnished in whites and blues-it was a typical little girl's room-kind of messy with toys and clothing tossed about. The drapes of one window were open while the other was covered. The bed was littered with clothes and two stuffed animals-an Earth bear and a gauzy bluish flying creature that Justin recognized as a Dnebian fairy.
Lydia pulled a tablet out of a backpack that had been dropped next to the door and crawled onto her bed, then she patted next to her. Justin slipped off his shoes, then sat down next to her, swinging his feet up and leaning back against the wall with his arm around the little girl.
The lesson was a basic reading, counting and color drill. On the top of the screen it said RED and below where the numbers, 0 through 10 but in scrambled order. Lydia had to read the word, point to the number of letters in the word, and then tell the color of the letters. They went through GREEN, BLUE, ORANGE, and YELLOW. After that where a few single digit addition problems followed by vocabulary words that Justin had to read for her.
After completing the lessons and submitting them to the teacher, they settled in to watch "Larry the Loader," a cartoon spaceport ship loader who had to get along with his fellow workers, ground transporters and some really cantankerous space ships. When the second ten-minute episode started, Justin pulled Lydia onto his lap.
Alghetti, being a human colony, had human dominated media, so the characters were all recognizable. Also, the show was one of those kids shows that was also written for adults, so there were a lot of jokes with double meanings. For Justin, sitting with a cute six-year-old on his lap, watching a kid's show was a great way of passing time- especially when he was planning on some for more enjoyable entertainment.
Lydia's hair needed combing but it smelled like strawberries. She was warm against him, her back was against his chest and the side of her head was brushing his cheek. He had his left arm wrapped around her, her elbow outside his, so he was supporting her. His right hand was on her thigh, on the firm green wool of her jumper. Justin ran a finger back and forth over one of the pleats, wondering how they stayed so stiff. As Larry struggled to load an impossibly large bioreactor into an impatient space ship, Justin turned his head and kissed the side of Lydia's head.
Lydia turned her head and looked up as she leaned against his arm. She had her eyes half closed and her mouth open. Justin could see her tongue and a few of her tiny baby teeth. One of her six year molars was in, but not the other. He leaned down and put his mouth over hers and their tongues met.
Justin's cock surged at the feeling of the six-year-old's tongue against his. Lydia drew in a deep breath through her nose and, as she relaxed, Justin let her lay back against his arm. She twisted in his embrace and she lifted her legs to swing them across so that she was now laying across his lap, her head cradled inside his left elbow. One of her feet had fallen off the bed and, as she hooked her knee over the edge, she spread her legs.
She was wearing white knit pantyhose under her girl's school pleated jumper. Justin's right hand was on her thigh, just above her knee, and he could feel the firm muscles of her leg through the knit fabric. He ran his hand up under her skirt, feeling the inside of her thigh, to where the fabric pulled away from her to be stretched between her legs. He pressed against it and was able to rub the side of his finger in her warm crotch.
"HHhhmmmm..." Lydia breathed and she moved her hips back and forth, rocking her ass across his firm cock. Justin was bent over forward in order to kiss the little one. He pulled his hand up further, folding her skirt up and uncovering her below the waist, in order to run his hand down her panty's, but as he searched underneath, he only encountered more layers of fabric. He broke the kiss and looked.
Lydia was wearing panties, a camisole undershirt, then her white blouse and all was tucked inside the pantyhose. Over that was the jumper. The blouse was closed around her neck with a green tab tie that matched the jumper. Try as he did, Justin simply kept finding layer upon layer of white cloth as he tried to work his hand down to the child's pussy.
Lydia laughed, she had a nasal- snickering laugh that moved down into her mouth with a series of short hisses. "L-l-let me he he he..." she giggled as she pulled up her skirt. She hooked her thumbs over the hose and pushed them down. In the process she jabbed Justin in the stomach with her elbow and her boney ass pressed uncomfortably against his cock because she had to sit up slightly. She lost her balance and fell back against his arm, putting her legs in the air, as she worked her hose and panties down her ankles and off her feet. When she lay back down she pushed her skirt down, covering herself.
Justin put his hand on her knee and smiled down at the sexy little six year old.
"OOoopp!" she giggled as she pulled her skirt up, then snapped it back down, flashing him her pussy.
"Ooop!" she did it again.
"Fuck but you're a sexy thing," he said as he ran his hand up under her skirt, then pressed his fingertip against her soft pussy lips.
Lydia had her legs firmly together but she relaxed, then spread them and, again, let her leg fall over the side of the bed. She gave a little sigh just before they kissed again and as Justin started rubbing her clit.
As with any little girl, Justin could only wish that her pussy would get as wet as her mouth. While their tongues slipped and slid easily against each other in the moistness of their shared saliva, her pussy was only slightly sticky-a warm stickiness that made his finger pull and pinch at the tenderness of her clit and the insides of her pussy lips. Still, he did put the pad of his finger over the child's clit, nestled between her lips, and move it in gentle circles. He was rewarded (and his cock started to painfully strain under her weight) by Lydia's sigh and a shiver in her hips. At the same time she put her hand on the back of his neck and pressed their lips together harder.
Justin fingered her baby-clit for a short while longer, then broke the kiss. Straightening up, he pulled his hand away and lifted her skirt, folding it up over her stomach.
Lydia's pussy was pretty average size-neither did she have a large vulva or simply a tight curve over her pubic bone. Her pussy was a small mound, maybe an inch across and her slit a smooth crevice curling between her legs. Sometimes the pink tip of her clit would peek out.
Justin put his finger in his mouth and wetted it with a generous dollop of spit, then rubbed it along her pussy. He did this again and, this time, his finger slid easily between the smooth lips, opening them and now sliding along her clit. Lydia pulled his head back down for another tongue dance as she started rocking her hips to meet him.
As they kissed, Lydia started to hump in response to Justin's fingering. After a short while she had to break the kiss in order to catch her breath-then she quietly grunted as a shiver went through her.
Justin had been warned not to try to penetrate the child-at least in any of her lower openings. He had assured the Vorgon before his first visit that he'd not do anything that would hurt the girl, and he had been assured that, if he did, he'd play the mouse to a couple of Torogian cats Vorgon kept as pets in the basement.
He lifted up and smiled down at the six year old.
"Do you want me to get undressed?" she asked.
"Gods, I'd love that dear," he responded with a rough voice.
Lydia sat up and lifted her hair away from the back of her neck. "Would you unzip me?"
As the pull-tab came down the zipper down her back parted and the green plaid fabric opened, uncovering Lydia's white blouse. Justin pulled it down almost to her waist where he was blocked by the fabric belt.
Lydia slid off his lap and turned around, now on her knees on the bed. She unsnapped her neck tie but did not pull it off. Next she unbuttoned each of her cuffs, then, one by one, the buttons down the front of her blouse. She pulled it off, freeing first her right arm, then her left, then pulled the blouse free from where she was sitting on it and dropped it on the floor.
Now she had on the camisole and the jumper was bunched up around her waist and laying over her thighs. She grasped the right string strap with her left hand and pulled her right arm in under the gauzy undershirt, then did the same with the left. Her hands appeared from the hem and, as she lifted her arms, it slid up. She pulled it over her head and free of her hair, then it joined her blouse.
Now she sat, kneeling, topless and smiling at Justin. He bit his lower lip as he looked at her incredibly sexy flat little girl chest with its two tiny pink spot nipples. Lydia pulled her shoulders back, sticking her boyish chest out, then shook slightly. If she'd been a woman, this would have made her tits sway back and forth. She giggled.
"Go on, you can touch them," she said.
Justin reached up and ran his thumbs over the child's nipples. They were tiny hard bumps. His cock was making a tent in his coveralls. Again Lydia giggled, this time under her breath. She rummaged with her hands under the jumper and pulled the belt out. She held it over the floor and dropped it. Then she lifted up on her knees, leaving the jumper to fall down her thighs. Justin took a deep breath as he took in the full frontal sight of the little girl.
"Hey, ya know, I'm all naked and your still dressed," Lydia said in a laughing voice.
"Well, we got to fix that!" Justin said as he reached for the zipper that ran down the front of his coveralls.
"Let me," Lydia said.
First she grabbed his collar with one hand, then pulled on the zipper with the other. Justin straighten his back to assist and this made his hard cock even more noticeable. Lydia stopped and put one hand on it, then squeezed.
"What's this?" she giggled.
"Help me get out of this thing," Justin continued pulling the zipper down, "and I'll show you."
There were more giggles as they discovered that he hadn't unbuttoned his sleeves and he had to stand up to get the coveralls off. He pushed his shorts down at the same time, then turned to face the little girl with his cock pointing straight out at her.
Again Lydia giggled, then she walked on her knees to the edge of the bed and grasped his member with both hands. She looked up with wide open eyes.
"Oh fuck,..." Justin moaned as the six year old took his dick in her mouth.
He stood and allowed the little girl to suck his cock for a while. She definitely knew what she was doing as she'd look up at him with large dewy eyes and a mouth full of manhood or she's lick along the bottom, from scrotum to head. Then, with one hand around the shaft and the bulb in the back of her throat, she gently scratched the back of his nuts with her black painted fingernails.
He was beginning to have trouble standing up and decided that it was time for a change in the action. He lifted her head and watched as a string of precum and spit stretched from her lips to his cock. It broke when she smiled.
Knowing what Justin wanted, Lydia slid back on the bed, then lay down. Her knees were on the edge of the mattress-she spread them and smiled up at him.
One of the few things that turned Justin on more than seeing a hairless preteen pussy open up-the large lips turn into two rounded ridges with the smaller clit ridge, it ending in a point where the smaller inner lips met, these pulled open to show the pink interior, partially closed by the whitish half-moon web of a hymen-was the feeling of that same clit slipping along his tongue.
After dropping to his knees, Justin put his elbows on the edge of the bed, then slid them out so his chest lay against the mattress. This brought his face straight down on the six year old cunt. He placed his tongue flat on her and gave it a fat, slobbery lick, like a large panting dog lapping up water. After a dozen licks, when Lydia reached down and put her hands on his temples, he changed to using the tip to just tickle her clit.
Lydia giggled again with her little nasal snicker, then sighed as slouched down further. Soon she was rocking her hips as she began to squeeze Justin's head and push his face into her crotch. She was moving her knees too, opening and closing her legs slightly to his lick. Justin ran his hands up underneath her and cradled her ass as she started to lift with her feet. She was breathing hard, looking down at him with wide eyes and her mouth open.
Justin could tell she was getting close and as her breaths turned into whimpers, he lifted her rear and bore down with his mouth while pushing his tongue into the opening of her premature vagina.
Lydia kicked with her legs, lifting them off the bed and waving them in the air as she grunted. There was a loud thump when the back of her head hit the wall and her heels crashed into Justin's back to leave two egg shaped welts just below his shoulder blades.
"Oh, oh, oooo,....nooo..." she whined as she pushed him away, then lay there, panting and looking down at him.
Justin lifted up and smiled. "Pretty good, huh?"
Lydia rolled to the side pulling her knees up and curling into a fetal ball. Justin lifted up and knelt over her, putting his chest on her legs and hip then he kissed her just in front of her right ear. "Had enough?"
"Um hum," she said, deep in her throat. Then, just as he was beginning to lift up, she rolled onto her back and stretched out, giggling. "I love doing that!" she said.
Justin straightened up, kneeling on the floor next to the bed. Lydia sat up some, then looked over the edge at his hard cock and giggled.
"Yeah, but I still need some help," Justin said with a grin.
Lydia rocked her shoulders and giggled again, then patted the bed next to her.
Grinning stupidly, Justin climbed onto the bed and sat down next to the girl, putting his arm around her and his hand on the opposite thigh/butt.
Lydia took his cock in one hand and stroked while looking up with a smile, then she leaned down and licked his dickhead. Giggling, she twisted around and rolled onto her knees, then, now holding his cock with both hands, started licking him like he was an ice cream cone.
A drop of precum oozed out of his piss hole and stretched out from her tongue. Then she took his head in her mouth and sucked for a moment, then went back to licking.
"Do you like it when I lick?" she asked with a saucy smile.
"Fuck God yeah," Justin moaned as he watched her take him back in her mouth. He brushed her hair back and clamped his jaws shut, trying to keep from filling the little girl's mouth with his spunk.
Lydia knew he was about to cum. She lifted up and moved to slide off the side of the bed, standing. "Lie down," she asked.
Justin turned sideways and stretched out, then grabbed a pillow and worked it under his head. His rock hard cock stood up, glistening from Lydia's spit and his own precum juices.
Lydia climbed back on the bed and swung one of her legs across him, like she was getting on a bicycle. She settled across his hips, her ass on his balls, then she grasped his tool with both hands and pulled it up against her belly. She started lifting up, then settling down, running his cock along her belly.
"I want you to cum on my tummy," she said.
"Damn child," he groaned, "won't be lo..."
The feeling of her soft hands and smooth belly was exquisite. He reached up and put his hands on her ribs, under her arms, and lifted her, then let her fall, using her like an oversize pocket pussy. Lydia moved with him, rising on her legs, then sliding down as he directed. Soon he was shivering, the air was cool on his sides with his sweat. He was humping to run his cock up and down between her hands and stomach. Then, with a hard push while pulling her down, he grunted. He shivered as his cum ran out between the little girl's fingers. Lydia started to giggle again when she felt his wet slime on her belly and hands. She jumped up and down, milking his cock as his balls spasmed their load.
"Ah, ah, ah,...fuck that's great," he gasped as the last sperm emptied out and he sank back onto the bed, panting.
Lydia lifted up straight, then moved back slightly and let go of his cock. She held out her cum filled hands and looked at them, then down at the slime on her stomach. A white drop ran down to her crack, then along it.
"You came a lot," she said.
"Oh god, for you...." Justin panted.
Again she giggled, then she climbed off of him and stood up. Now there was some cum even running down the front of her right thigh. She pulled on the crumpled sheet at the foot of the bed and started wiping herself.
"You're an awesome little girl," Justin said after rolling on his side and watching her.
"Well, thank you," she responded, then turned and walked toward her chest of drawers.
"Will you remember me for next time?" Justin asked. "I probably won't be back for a few months."
She turned and looked at him while she pulled on a clean pair of panties. "All sessions are archived and reloaded with my learning algorithm that draws on other sessions too. You won't be disappointed."
Even though it was a cold evening, Justin decided to walk the five klics back to the space port. Alghetti 3 was just out on the edge of the "habitable zone" and, even near the equator, night time temperatures would drop near -30C. Then again, the days were hot under the blue blaze of Alghetti A.
As he left, Alghetti A had set but the red dwarf, Alghetti B was still high and would light the world with a dim red light for another two hours.
As he walked through the deserted streets he, as he always did after having sex with a synthetic, carried on an internal conversation, trying to figure out his feelings and enjoying the dull ache behind his balls.
To anyone who didn't know, Lydia was a normal six year old girl. Her cultured skin felt, smelled and sweated like anyone's. If she was cut she'd even bleed, though the blood is artificial. It carries oxygen and nutrients like human blood but the 'heart' is a mechanical pump and the lungs use a catalyst to draw oxygen out of the air. Justin knew her bones were carbon fiber with special growth sections that let her grow or shrink (within prescribed limits) to mimic the desired age-anywhere from 5 to 7.
Still, he had to wonder what was going on in her AI. Did she ever wonder about what it would be like to be a real human girl, or was that not in her programming? Did she understand the meaning of simply being a very sophisticated sex toy? When she was not in use, did she cry because she'd never grow up?
As he walked along he day dreamed. What would it be like to steal her? Could he augment her AI, reprogram her to be a real little girl? He smiled when he remembered and ancient story about a boy made of wood and his 'father' a toy maker. What would it be like to wake up next to a loving, sexy little girl every morning? To hear her giggling as she ran about the ship, to have her warm and willing in your bed whenever you desired?
But then the fantasy would come crashing down. If she was real she'd grow into a woman, or if she was an advance AI, she'd still want to grow up.
Anyway, despite the cyber-intelligence scientist's best efforts, no truly 'human' synthetic had ever been developed. The closest achievements had been used to augment crews on industrial ships 150 years ago-and that had ended in near disaster. There was something about the body-brain interaction, something about 'growing up' that couldn't be replicated, at least not yet. 'Fully human' synthetics always turned out, well...strange. Some lapsed into insanity.
Once, the result was the importation of an extremely dangerous 'xenomorph' that had decimated the population of an entire space station and had almost gotten free on Earth. If it had, with its alarming rate of reproduction (which utilized a host's DNA in order to produce a perfect predator for the host species) it would have forever biologically, genetically, changed Earth and probably ended civilization.
His day dreaming ended at the gates to the spaceport. Two hours later he lifted into orbit.
He'd topped off his tanks and, after just warping half a parsec, he dropped back into normal space, then calculated a course for Illith. He couldn't count on getting any fuel so the trip was a stretch, especially when you figured the turns he'd have to make to avoid being seen plus the energy use of the cloaking device.
Three boring days later he picked up the first scans from the Cardassian defense perimeter. They were still too weak to give a return, but the time had come to really test the cloaking. When they reached 50%, (half the strength needed to provide a recognizable return to the transmitter), he slowed to Warp 1.5 and switched on the cloak.
He couldn't use his own scanners-in that way he was blind-but he could 'see' the Cardassian patrols and the picket stations by their emissions. More than one drop of sweat trickled down his sides as he slipped by them. One came within 20 a.u. but never changed in its course or speed. Once he was through, and satisfied no one was around, he switched off the cloak to save fuel. Revenge was going to have to spend several days cloaked in orbit while he tried to find one lonely little girl on a planet of three billion.
He sent a tight-beam subspace message, aimed at Starbase 27, that would find its way through to SB- internet to someone. He'd been given the SBIP address and assumed that it was to Spock.
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