Into the Sato-Verse

Welcome to the Sato-verse!

With a snap of your fingers you cross the voids of time and space and find yourself on the bridge of the NX-01 a short time after its return from the Delphic expanse. Much has changed thanks to your influence, nothing about the ship, it's the crew that you have worked your magic on. Every single being on the ship has been replaced by a different version of Hoshi Sato plucked from a myriad of parallel universes.

At communications there is original sauce Hoshi, the one native to your reality. She looks demure and understated as usual and you look forward to ripping off her bland uniform and smearing her unimaginative makeup with your love juices.

Moving around the bridge you see science officer, Professor Hoshi Sato. She's wearing a pair of thick rimmed glasses and a white lab coat over a 22nd Century starfleet uniform. She’s bent over her console, attention fixed on her scope, images run through your brain of fucking her from behind while she’s glued to that tiny screen.

Over on the other side of the bridge you can see the tactical officer, Major Hoshi Sato. She’s wearing what looks like a “tactical” one piece swimsuit and you can see from her exposed flesh that she’s more toned and muscular than the other Satos. You don’t need the power of the Q to know she could mop the floor with you in a fight if you didn’t have your powers. Vicious looking knives are strapped to her thighs, she’s wearing a necklace of Gorn teeth and to top things off, a sharpened Zanzi hair stick keeps the tight bun of hair on the top of her head in place. Her right arm is covered in a tattoo sleeve featuring a menagerie of alien creatures, your Q knowledge tells you these are all enemies she has killed in hand to hand combat. Major Sato wears a constant scowl on her face as if she’s challenging everything and everyone to a fight. You wouldn’t mind a little hand to hand with her, maybe some wrestling…

The helmswoman is Hoshi Earhart Sato. Yes, that Earhart, who crash landed in Japan, married and had children, rather than going missing. Her great, great granddaughter is wearing a flying jacket over her Starfleet uniform and a redundant pair of flying goggles perch on her head. Her hair and makeup are immaculate and you can tell she’s one of those pretty girls obsessed with her self image. You wonder what being used as a human fleshlight in the middle of a crowded mess hall would do to that self image.

Finally, casually slumped in the captain’s chair, is Empress Hoshi Sato the 1st of the Terran Empire. Everything about her oozes superiority and power. The people around her are beneath her contempt and she’s casually examining the back of her perfectly manicured hand with a pout on her face. Her clothes are made by the finest couturiers in the Empire and you have never seen such a display of wealth and pointless extravagance in your life. It's going to be fun to destroy that…

It's been too long since you’ve jammed your dick in anyone. Take one of the women on the bridge or continue with the blue balls and explore the ship?