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“Captain’s Log, Stardate 87429.2. The USS Horizon is en route to a distant part of the galaxy outside of Federation space on a mission of medical mercy. Several weeks ago the Federation received a distress signal from a newly discovered planet in a remote region of space far beyond where we have previously explored. A viral outbreak has devastated the population of an entire empire. Our mission is to provide aid and support to the affected populations and help contain the spread of the virus.”

The Horizon fell out of warp as it entered the Tribus system. As it approached the planet, medical teams onboard Starfleet’s flag medical starship prepared to deploy to the surface. Tribus one is an M class planet but its atmosphere is extremely hazardous. The crew will need to use bio suits and shielding to protect themselves and their equipment.

Captain Danny Bishop on the other hand has a much different mission. This is not only a medical mission, but it’s a first contact as well. The Federation has not yet made successful contact with anyone in this sector and this could be the foothold that the Federation has been waiting for. Captain Bishop has every confidence in his crew and their ability to carry out this mission with professionalism and compassion. He only hopes the Federation’s confidence in him is as strongly justified. This would be the Captain’s first, first contact mission.

Dr Moon, inside the main cargo bay surveyed a variety of medical supplies and equipment to be brought down to the surface. This included a prototype vaccine that she hoped would prove effective in combating the virus.

As the Horizon approached the planet, it slowly appeared onto the viewscreen. The planet was covered in a thick, green haze, and the terrain appeared rugged and inhospitable. In the cargo bay, the medical teams began their preparations, donning protective gear and packing their supplies as they waited for the orders from the bridge.

“Captain, we’re ready to deploy,” said the chief medical officer, Dr. Moon. “All teams are standing by.”

“Very well,” said Bishop. “Stand by to begin transport.”

The Captain stood up from his seat on the bridge and pulled on his uniform ensuring every wrinkle was no longer visible. He looked over at his first officer, a Bolian named Tyna Narr. She gave her captain a slight nod and he turned back to face the view screen.

“Open a channel,” said the Captain.

“Channel open,” said Raul Carey, the ship’s tactical officer.

“This is Captain Danny Bishop of the USS Horizon,” he said. “We’ve traveled for months to reach you on behalf of the United Federation of Planets in response to your distress signal. We come on a mission of peace, friendship, and of new beginnings.”

Silence. There was no response. No acknowledgement. After a moment the Captain turned to face his tactical officer.

“Confirm that they are receiving us.” he said.

Carey checked his systems, “Confirmed captain. They’re receiving us alright.”

“Life signs?”

The Bajoran lieutenant at Ops, Chaar Naiel taped at her consol before responding.

“Six point nine billion humanoids on the planet. No apparent signs of distress.”

“Hail the Tribusian prime minister’s office,” said the Captain.

“No response Captain.”

“I suppose…” The captain threw up his hands in exasperation and again turned to his crew. “…we wait.”

2.

In her crew quarters, ensign Tamika Terrell loomed over the bed where her partner Rachel Angela laid with her face in a pillow, her body completely exposed to the warm starship air. It was their fifth anniversary and Tamika had waited all day to set in motion the plans she had been making for over a month. Rachel loved massages and Tamika had grown to be very good at giving them. She had been practicing in the holodeck since they found out the ship was gonna be on extended duty away from Federation space. This meant duty would be light and there would be lots of time off until the work began.

Tamika picked up the massage oil. The long and thin glass bottle was warm in her hands and the contents inside were warmer still as she poured some onto her hands.

“I’ve been practicing,” she said with a seductive tone, allowing the oil to fall onto Angela’s lower back. She then lowered her hands to work the oil around in small circular motions.

Rachel let out a low moan as she felt the slick heat of her lover’s hands. She couldn’t help but gently push herself against Tamika’s oiled palms as soon as she felt them. Tamika smiled with confidence. She loved massaging Angela. It allowed her to just admire her body. It was porcelain pale with red freckles all over. She was rail thin with almost no hips but her butt lifted like two mounds of shapely snow. Her body was toned and strong. Her muscular shoulders were exposed now with an inviting oily sheen from the substance in the bottle. Usually they were hidden by Angela’s fiery red hair that hung in soft curls.

As Tamika worked, Angela reached out with her free arm and caressed her partner’s leg slightly. This made Tamika smile more as she worked her way over Angela’s ass and down to her thighs. She added more oil and then kneaded her supple skin like balls of dough. Angela parted her thighs slightly as she did this. Parting them more and more every time Tamika’s fingers slid close to her pussy. But Tamika never came close enough to touch her there. Soon she was working Angela’s calves and feet then working her way back up, past her ass and up to her shoulders, arms and then hands. Once every inch of her had received a thin layer of heated coconut oil, she went back to her lover’s feet. Worked slowly until she was massaging Angela’s thighs.

She kneaded her body, slowly and methodically. By now Angela’s thighs were spread generously and Tamika had a perfect view in the dim ambient light. She worked higher and higher until her fingers just barely grazed her pussy then moved back down. She worked the opposite thigh and just as her fingers found purchase against her warm, wet folds, she retreated. Eventually she was working the upper thigh constantly touching and teasing her then moving away. Tamika never let her hands leave Angela. She all the time wanted her to know where they were and what direction they were headed. After long and delightfully frustrating grazes, Tamika dragged a single finger over the seam of her lover’s pussy lips. The finger was drenched in oil and never passed through the parted crease. Just gently caressed the line of flesh.

Tamika lowered her plump sexy lips to Angela’s ear and whispered,” flip over.

Angela did and smiled at Tamika who’s eyes were distracted by the young science officer’s almost flat but perky breasts. Tamika caught her eye and smiled back to pour more lotion onto her strong dark hands.

“You know,” said Angela, “you haven’t kissed me once this whole time.”

“Not yet,” said Tamika. “We’ve got all night and I’m just–”

The entire ship rocked hard and the red alert indicator lights came on.

Over the intercom, the first officer’s voice boomed, ”red alert!”

They looked at each other then out the window at the planet outside. Duty came first–At all times.

3.

The Captain, along with his first officer, waited in the transporter room for their guests to send the signal that they were ready for transport. All that the Captain could think was that he had wished they had sent someone else. He had never been part of a first contact. Nor had he ever wanted to be. He wasn’t even sure what a bad first contact would be like but he was certain this had to be not just bad, but among the worst.

The transport officer looked at the Captain with a question sitting in his chest that he had been trying to discover the right time to ask, and that time just never seemed to come. So he just let it fall out.

“I beg your pardon Captain,” he said. “Did I hear right? That the Tribusian delegation will be–that they’ll be–well–”

“Naked,” said Tyna Narr. “It’s not a completely uncommon trait. The female ferengi of ferenginar for example don’t wear clothing at all.

“But you don’t see a lot of them off planet now do you?” said the transporter.

“Does it make you uncomfortable?” asked the Captain.

“A little,” said the transport officer.

“Good,” he said, then turned to his first officer. “Then I won’t be the only one.”

She met the opinion with an uncommon smile.

A chime came from the transport console.

“They’re ready sir.”

“Then by all means,” said the Captain. “Energize.”

The transporter pad came alive and three figures materialized. A brunette woman in the lead position, and two men flanking her. The Tribusians’ skin was a pale shade of green, smooth and glossy, with no visible pores or blemishes. The female’s face is striking, with high cheekbones, a small nose, and full dark lips. Her chest is flat, with no visible breasts, and her hips were wide and full with a tapered waist that had no belly button. Her dainty feet sat below long, shapely legs. The men are similarly nippleless, but they have penises which are small and retracted above large testicals.

The Captain takes a deep breath and steps forward. “Thank you for coming, Minister, and on behalf of the United Federation of Planets, welcome aboard the USS Horizon. My name is Captain Danny Bishop of Earth, and this is my first officer Tyna Narr of Bolarus IX.”

“Thank you Captain. Before I allow you to take me to your meeting room I wish to first apologize for the actions of my compatriots. Their choices, though brave and patriotic, were misguided. The attack upon your vessel was simply a case of misunderstanding. I hope you can understand.”

“Misunderstands can happen during a first meeting,” said the Captain. “That is why cooler heads must prevail.”

“Cooler heads?” asked the prime minister.

“Oh–um. It’s an expression from my planet. It means those of calm temperament.”

“I see. Cooler heads. That might explain the undignified temperature aboard your ship. Perhaps before you leave, you’ll find that warmer heads also have their advantages.”

“Leave?” asked the first officer.

“Yes, leave. That is why we are here. To reject your generous offer of assistance.”

NSFW: yes

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