Author: Magus
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Summary: Many of the U.S.S. Enterprise's systems malfunction, with Ensign Jenny caught in the middle..
Captain's Log, Stardate 14866.2. The Enterprise is entering the Ichara system to conduct scientific research on a star in its final stages of collapse. While this provides our science division with an excellent opportunity to study a rare phenomenon, the solar radiation has been wreaking havoc on our ship's systems. We are getting reports of malfunctions from throughout the ship.
Dr. McCoy pounded his fist on the table as the lights failed in Sickbay for the fourth time today. Leaving his patient in the dark he went over to the communicator on the wall. "McCoy to Captain. Come in, Jim."
"I'm here, Bones, what is it?" the Captain replied.
"Jim, I've had it up to here with these goddamn power failures! How do you expect me to run this Sickbay when the lights keep going off on me? Send an engineering team down here right now!"
"Now, Bones, I understand how you feel," the Captain told him, "In fact I'm conducting my end of this conversation in the dark too. But Scotty's engineering teams are being stretched thin as it is just trying to keep life support up. They're all working double shifts trying to keep the ship together. I'm afraid we can't spare any men for nonessential systems. Can't you make do for now?"
"Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor, not an electrician!" he fumed, "I'm telling you I need some help down here right now!"
"I'll see what I can do," said the Captain, knowing full well this would be impossible, "Kirk out."
The Doctor grunted as he turned away from the communicator. Luckily the lights came on just then. "Well, let's make the most of this." He said, returning to the biobed where his patient lay, arranging a few cheap-looking medical instruments. He picked up something that looked like a salt shaker and held it over her for a few seconds. "Now, Ensign, let's take a look at your results."
Jenny lifted her head from the biobed to look at the screen where the results were displayed. It didn't make any sense to her but it apparently did to the doctor. "Well, Ensign, it looks like you're in perfect health. Sorry to drag you in here but ship's regulations require all crew members to come in for a physical every three months."
"That's OK, Doctor, it was really no trouble at all." Jenny told him, eager to please. Doctor McCoy was one of the only men on the ship who didn't stare at her in her revealing uniform. She didn't exactly feel comfortable around him, seeing as how he was subject to fits of temper and didn't seem to enjoy anyone's company, but she didn't feel self-conscious. Around anyone else she would have objected to having a male doctor inspect her so closely, especially dressed as she was. After thanking the doctor she got up and left Sickbay, heading for her quarters.
Jenny walked down the corridor past various crew members, most of whom were busy in some way or another helping with the malfunctions. The halls were strewn with engineers crouching by open panels rerouting various circuitry to minimize the power failures. Jenny tried to walk around them, stepping over equipment here and there. No one seemed to notice her. She heard some technical discussion between the engineers but aside from that she heard very little of the casual conversation usually present around the ship. Suddenly a new voice was heard; that of the computer. "Warning, environmental control compromised on decks 10 through 12."
Before Jenny had time to wonder whether she was on decks 10 through 12, she turned the corner and her surroundings suddenly changed. It was raining! The surprise held her in place for a moment but then she quickly ran to escape the deluge. "Why on earth would they make it so it could rain inside a starship?" she asked herself, sprinting for the end of the hall where it looked like the rain ended. Jenny was getting soaked; her long blonde hair was drenched with water, but not so much as her clothing. Her red dress was nearly saturated, becoming heavier by the minute and clinging to the curves of her body. She was vaguely conscious of the fact that it was dragging down exposing more of her breasts than it should. Her boots were filled with water, which was uncomfortable, but even more so was the fact that her white bikini panties were soaked through, water streaming down her thighs. Jenny ran faster, splashing through puddles on the deck as she streaked through the downpour, very nearly slipping and falling several times in her haste.
Finally she reached the end. Stopping to catch her breath Jenny looked back at what now looked kind of comical in a way; a full-blown rainstorm that stopped immediately in the space of an inch when you reached the end. Then she remembered her uniform. There was no way she could continue wearing it; it was almost as heavy as she was now. Water was still streaming from her hair and dress. Her panties, clinging tight, were wedged uncomfortably between her cheeks leaving her damp around her private parts. There were too many people in the corridor now to fix it; she would have to wait until she was back at her quarters.
"At least I can skip the shower now," she thought with a smile. It would feel nice to get these nasty wet clothes off and change into something dry, she thought walking while towards the turbolift. She stopped several times to check her dress which was doing an even worse job of riding up under these conditions. Just then she reached the turbolift. There was only one man, who Jenny recognized as Chief Engineer Scott. He was quite dry and had apparently not come the way she had. He seemed to recognize the problem, however, as he acknowledged her with a nod and a remark of;
"Aye, lassie, we'll have that fixed soon enough."
"Thanks." Jenny told him. "I don't mean to complain but this is getting to be a bit much."
"Well," he replied with a smile, "A starship's like a woman. She'll have her way sure enough unless ye know how to handle her. The Enterprise, now she's a temperamental one."
"Why are the environmental controls programmed to rain anyways?" she asked, wringing water out of her dress while still trying to remain covered, two difficult things to juggle.
"Who knows what those cockamamie designers were thinkin'?" he laughed, "I just know how to keep her runnin'." The turbolift opened at main engineering and Mr. Scott stepped out. "Goin' to deck 4, are ye?" he asked as he stepped out.
"Why, yes, my quarters are there."
"Well, just you keep a lookout. I've heard reports of failing gravity nets up there." Jenny continued up to deck 4 and stepped out, wondering how she would recognize a failed gravity net if she came to one. It was probably nothing to worry about anyway. Off to the side Jenny noticed a large gathering of engineers. They must be working on one of the essential systems, she thought, walking ahead as she turned her neck to make out what they were doing. Just then, Jenny realized that she had stopped moving.
"What's going on?" she wondered, turning her head forwards again. There was a strange sensation in her right leg, as if she couldn't feel its weight anymore. She tried to move it, but it was as if she couldn't control it. It moved very slowly, suspended in the air and refusing to go down to the ground. Jenny became apprehensive, trying to put more weight on her right leg to force it down to the ground. Without thinking she lifted her left leg n an attempt to walk normally. Just as her foot pushed off the ground, Jenny found herself floating in the air!
"Help!" she cried, gyrating around trying to right herself. But the momentum from her left foot was causing her to spin. Literally turning head over heels, Jenny hovered helpless several feet above the deck until she felt her feet hit against something hard. Looking down at her feet she saw they had hit against the ceiling! She had stopped spinning now and floated still with her legs sticking up in the air. The skirt of her dress, however, was just as uncooperative as the rest of her body; it hung down above her waist and Jenny was too disoriented to know what to do.
There she floated, her firm ass and her pussy covered only by her see-through pantyhose and now-transparent soaking wet panties.
"What is it?" asked a voice around the corner.
"Oh no!" Jenny thought, mortified at the thought of being seen like this. Why couldn't she just learn to keep her mouth shut…
One of the engineers from around the corner stepped into the hall, not looking at her at first.
"Sorry about the mess, but…" Then he looked up at Jenny, and his sentence was cut short at the sight of this beautiful woman, drifting helplessly in the air with her sex completely exposed. Jenny's face turned even redder as she saw him call to his friends. Why did these things always have to happen to her? In no time the hallway was filled with twenty wide-eyed engineers, staring at Jenny without a word. After what seemed like minutes one voice said, "Ah, somebody had better go tell Mr. Scott we've got another power failure." Nobody moved.
Jenny walked into her quarters, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. It had taken the engineers twenty minutes to get her down. She knew had to have been dragging it out. But it was finally over. Thankfully she took off her boots and stripped out of her drenched uniform, removing her stockings and sliding off her panties. Now she began to feel relaxed again, standing for a moment completely naked as she felt the coo air on her skin. It felt better than she had imagined to have her damp clothes off. She put them in the replicator as she had been told to do with dirty clothes; one up side to this was that she never had to do laundry!
Jenny walked over to her bed and picked up a bath towel, drying off her body and wrapping the towel around her when she was done. Her huge breasts provided more than enough support. The towel came down to her mid-thigh, which she reflected was just about as long as her uniform anyway!
Jenny lay down on her bed like this for a while, until she heard a tone from the door.
"Ensign? Are you there?" asked a voice.
"Ah, I'm not quite ready yet…" Jenny said, getting up and going to the replicator for some clothing.
"I only need a moment of your time." Said the voice, and with that the doors opened and Mr. Spock came into the room. He stopped for a moment and looked at Jenny, clad only in a towel. "I apologize, Ensign, but this will only take a minute." He said, looking directly at her.
"Um…ah, yes, what is it, sir?" she asked, feeling even more self-conscious as the Vulcan seemed to stare at her.
"I wish you to know that I will be unable to be on bridge duty for several days. I request that you fill in for me." Spock told her.
"Me?" she asked, "Why me?"
"Nearly all other crew members are busy controlling the malfunctions. It should also not interfere with your regular duties. If you require any other information I cannot be disturbed. Good day, Ensign." And with that he left.
Jenny wondered what was so important it would keep Mr. Spock away as she walked back over to the replicator. "Computer, one ensign's uniform, female." She ordered. There was a pause and the doors opened. With some puzzlement Jenny drew out a bowl filled with wire cable and meat sauce on top.
"Uh, computer, I asked for a uniform. Can I please have a uniform?" She asked patiently. Opening the doors for a second time she found a book on quantum physics covered in what looked like spaghetti. Jenny closed her eyes and sighed. How much longer were these malfunctions going to go on?
Just then she heard the sound of the communicator. "Ensign? This is Captain Kirk." He said.
"Yes, Captain, what is it?" she asked, putting both items back in the replicator.
"Mr. Spock has informed me you'll be filling in for him. Please report to the bridge at once."
"But, sir, I…can't really…well, I'm kind of in a bind…" she said nervously.
"Ensign, we need you here now." The Captain insisted.
"Sir, the replicators aren't working. I can't get a uniform!" she finally said.
"Just come in your civilian clothes then, I'll understand. Kirk out." Jenny tried to reactivate the communicator to call the Captain. How did these things work? Finally with a sigh she realized she had no choice. Covering herself up with her towel as best she could, Jenny headed for the turbolift.
After walking through the corridors with dozens of prying male eyes following her every step, Jenny finally made it to the bridge. She noticed a lot of other people didn't have their uniforms either, maybe the Captain would understand…
The doors opened and Jenny stepped out onto the bridge. 'The Captain's in his ready room." Said Uhura as she passed. There was a tone of disapproval in her voice. Surely she realized…?
Jenny walked in the door; luckily there were few people on the bridge and no one noticed her. In the room Captain Kirk was waiting for her. His eyebrows raised as he saw her come into the room. "When you said you didn't have a uniform, I thought you at least had clothes." He remarked.
"I'm very sorry sir, it's just that…"
"No need to explain, Ensign. He said, still looking at her. "I thought you might like to know exactly why Mr. Spock won't be here for a while, and why you'll have to be performing his duties."
"Why is that, sir?" she asked.
"Well," he explained, "Once every seven years, Vulcans go through something called the Ponn Farr. It's a time when all repressed emotion comes to the surface and the Vulcan either has to take a mate or he becomes dangerously unstable mentally. The only real cure is to return to Vulcan, but we're too far away at the time. Mr. Spock is meditating to repress these urges, but it is imperative that you do not interrupt him, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." She said, rather surprised to hear this.
"Well, Ensign, your next shift starts in an hour. See if you can't find a uniform at some other replicator." Said the Captain, looking her over, and after thanking him Jenny walked out. She had just stepped into the turbolift when she heard the Captain's voice. "Ensign!" he called.
"What is it, sir?" she asked, running back towards the room. Jenny felt a tug and she looked back. Her towel had gotten caught inside the turbolift doors! "What am I going to do now?" she thought desperately, not daring to pull at it. From behind she heard a sound which could only be the turbolift opening. "Finally!" she thought, and took a step forward. To her horror she felt her towel stay firmly stuck behind her, unwrapping from around her breasts and falling to the floor.
Jenny whipped around to see the door still closed, and someone coming out of the other turbolift on the opposite side of the bridge.
"Ensign, I was just about to say that the replicators on deck eleven are supposed to…" said the Captain coming out of the ready room. His sentence was never completed. All the eyes on the bridge were suddenly on her as she stood naked with her 36CC breasts and her round ass exposed to the entire bridge. Jenny shrieked and covered her blonde bush with her hands. For long seconds no one said anything.
"Ah, sir, maybe she can use the replicator in your ready room?" suggested Mr. Sulu after a long, long pause.
"Why thank you, Sulu," said the Captain with a broad grin, "I don't know why I didn't think of that."