COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER Farkas Amiri Vanth "Hello Ladies"

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            “Arrgh!” exclaimed Alota, “I can’t believe it!”
            “Mr. Kochanski has taken half the security team with him, which leaves us open to a retaliation attack.” Farkas Amiri Vanth, the Communications Officer, said.
 
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WHO:  Farkas, Natasha Yar, Ishara Yar, and Sela, or is it just Denise CrosbyWHAT:  Read and find outWHERE:  The secret never-before-mentioned “Yar” Cloning LairWHEN:  After Adam's post and about the same time or after Orion’s post
WHY:  Pay no attention to the person behind the keyboardHOW:  I typed it using a Qwerty-style MS Natural keyboard. (Can I start mypost yet?)((OOC:  This post is brought to you by... The letter S, the letter E, and the Roman numeral 10))
            Seymour looked to the new Communications Officer who stood before him.  It was the first time he had seen a Caninoid.  First impressions were that she…  or was it a he…  Seymour decided new pronouns would be necessary for Vanth from now on.  S/he instead of he or she, and hir in place of him and her
 
First impressions were that s/he was similar in appearance to Terrans.  S/he stood on two legs like Terrans, but at the ends of which were a wolf’s paws.  S/he had two arms like Terrans, with massive paw-like hands.  However, s/he had the head of a wolf.  S/he was remarkably tall, between nine and ten feet.  S/he a long sleek, fluffy tail which more then brushed the floor, and seemed to have a mind of its own as it wagged or hung lazily depending on hir mood.
 
            He also noticed that s/he had ice-blue eyes that seemed to draw you in, and to say immediately that s/he wanted to play and to be your friend.  Finally he noticed that Vanth seemed to be wearing nothing but a cargo vest.  This did not embarrass you however since much like the family pet things were well canceled in soft fluffy white fur.
 
<SNIP>            Seymour sulked for a minute, then started to get itchy feet.  “Well there’s no use sitting here and talking about it, lets get into action!  I’m going to go board the Enterprise with the others.”  He stood up proudly.            Jenny looked from left to right and hesitated.  She was supposed to be keeping an eye on Seymour, but this did sound like a good plan too.  She stood up.  “Me too, I’ll race you.  Last one on the Enterprise is a wet blanket!”<SNIP>
            Vanth wasn’t as enthused about racing to kill people s/he didn’t know as most of the others were.  S/he had hir own agenda though, and s/he did race to one of the fighters and after acclimatizing to the controls (by accidentally backing into some crates and maybe a support beam), “Opps that’s not forward,” s/he muttered.            Vanth, having never been in an actual fighter pilot thingie other then the simulator, soon managed to pull right up to the Shuttle bay door.  “Now let’s see.  How do I program the frequency for the garage door opening hacker thing?”  Vanth muttered to hirself as s/he jabbed some switches in the overly cramped cockpit.  Reaching for a switch that was in a gawd offal place s/he managed only to whack hir elbow, and let out a string of <Shift>+<number> characters.  “No Chewie, I don’t think they had Caninoids inmind when they designed her,” s/he sighed heavily.            Not able to try that switch with the same paw-hand that it was under, so s/he reached across with the other paw-hand and flicked it.  Shooting forward at maximum thrust, s/he managed to leave a nice dent in the shuttlebay door, not to mention hir head where s/he rammed into the canopy.
            “Well there’s the hyper-boost, but I’m still not in.”  Vanth flicked the switch next to it, and the display started to run through garage door opener frequencies one at a time.  In no time at all the door started to move.  Looking down at the display to see which frequency the computer had stumbledon s/he checked.  “Who’d’ve guessed, 1701, how Ironic.”  Maneuvering into the bay, and knocking over some more canisters, Vanth managed to park, crookedly, and scramble out of the tiny craft.  Little did s/he know that with all the fidgeting s/he had to do to find the garagedoor hacker switch the box of LifeStyles had slipped out of hir cargo vest pocket, which, besides hir fur coat, was the only thing s/he had on.            Labyrinthing through the bowels of the Enterprise-E Farkas soon found what s/he was looking for.  Guessing that the code to the locked room was 1701 again, s/he entered.  What met hir was exactly what one would expect in a cloning lair.  Tall, Terran sized tubes filled with an strange concoction of some sort of embryonic goo.  Like a scene in ‘Alien Resurrection’ s/he weaved past the embryonic chambers.  Female giggling from the back of the room beckoned hir.
            S/he was about half way through the forest of ‘clone-tubes’ when hir foot caught on something, and s/he crashed into an empty one, goo and glass spilled all over hir.  S/he paused, holding hir breath and remaining still s/he listened.  The feminine giggling still beckoned hir.  They hadn’t heard a thing.  Shaking off, and removing hir vest, Vanth continued on.            Clearing the ‘forest’ s/he came a crossed exactly what s/he was expecting.  Clones of Natasha Yar, her sister, and her half-Romulan daughter were all there, seemingly waiting, like sirens, for whomever might come across them.  They were playing twister, and to hir surprise the humanoids had no scents of shame.  Looking up the three women gasped at the presence of the caninoid.  “Aww, wook at the poow wet dowggie-wo/man,” one of them cood, and lowered to the floor ending the game as the others collapsed on top of her, aweing at Amiri as well.             “What’s your name,” one asked.            “Come join us,” the Romulan added.            “We don’t get visitors often,” the first one added.  “We’d love a soft cuddly playmate.”            Vanth started to pant, was it hot in here?  “My friends call me Amiri, what are you doing?”            The Romulan spoke up, “Oh we were playing twister, but we can do anything you want to do.”  Seemingly out of no where she brought out a towel, and started to pat Amiri dry.  S/he enjoyed this for a while and murrred, which was sort of a purr, but not.  “What would you like to do?”            Amiri was quite turned on by now, and several things went through Vanth’s mind.  S/he looked around and saw that the girls had several toys.  Hir imagination was in full swing now, and hir big pink space-probe started to emerge from the shuttle-bay.  Used to being modest around Terrans s/he simply said, “well, a few things come to mind, but I’m sure you wouldn’t be up to them.            The first one spotted the pink that was showing and was surprised by how big it was, she spoke up, “I think I know what you have in mind,” she couldn’t help herself, she had to pet to big wolfie-like fe/male down below.  Seeing this, the second Yar grew wide eyed giggled and added, “we haven’t had someone like you to play with in a long time.”            Not wanting to do anything the three women weren’t up to Amiri just said, “why don’t you show me what you have in mind.”  The girls just giggled, one of them took Amiri by the paw, and pulled hir toward the bed.            Several hours later the three Yar women were still having fun exploring everything the hermat wolf had to offer, when a comm. came over the ship-wide, it was Efof, “Attention Blue Dwarf, the egg is laid, repeat, the egg is laid.”  That was the code signal, Vanth muttered, good thing s/he was no longer knotted to the Romulan.  “Sorry ladies, I had a wonderful time, and I will always remember you.  I’m glad you all got a turn.”  Then Vanth was up and on hir way back through the embryonic tube forest.            As s/he weaved hir way around the giant glass tubes s/he stumbled again on the same bit of circuitry that had caused hir to crash into one of the chambers the first time.  S/he must have exposed some of the current when s/he tripped on it last time, because this time s/he received a nice jolt, which sent hir sprawling to the floor with a crash.  On hir way down, s/he hit hir head and knew no more.
 
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