Colapse Into A Haunted, Nightmare Filled, Sleep...

I felt emotionally drained, physically exhausted, and mentally shattered.

My willpower was at one of the lowest ebbs of my whole life, and I could barely summon the mental where-with-all to strip out of my soiled uniform, establish a laughably simple security code with the computer, and collapse atop my mattress.

"You are cruel T'Vanu! I offer you my soul and you treat it like garbage! Well I'm not garbage: your garbage! You are neither Human nor Vulcan, not even a half breed like Spock! You're a Human man apeing your betters and now that you've refused Recognition no one will ever love you!" The imperial Ensign Trask shouted at me.

"That wasn't recognition! I can't refuse that, no one can! Noooooo...!"

"...hoo-whee-whoo!" The intercom chime from my computer console woke me from the last of more than a dozen nightmares that had haunted my sleep, most-if-not-quite-all clearly my sub-conscious recriminations for my botched appeals to Linda.

"Computer: answer!" I muttered, sitting up and rubing the sleep from my eyes.

"Ensign Davis? This is First-Officer Kokuru, you are needed on the bridge," Lieutenant Kokuru's clipped tones addressed me.

"How urgently?" I asked, and Kokuru snapped back, "We'd use the transporter but we'd have to disengage the safeties! DON'T bother to dress or shower."

I ran naked and stinking through a ship that bore little resemblance to the one on which I had served for three years. For one thing most everyone I saw was nude, for another, there were several new faces in the halls, primarily new MALE faces. A quick check of the ship's Chronos in the turbolift informed me I'd 'slept the sun around' and it was amazing how much had changed during the time exhaustion had held me in that realm of dark phantoms.

Despite the fact that my sleep had not been particularly restful, quantity appeared to have made up for quality, and I felt much less worn out then when I'd collapsed into bed 24 hours ago...

When I got to the bridge, I found it much changed, the chairs had been altered to the new Imperial Standards, and several other subtle changes had been made as well, like repainting the ceiling with the double eagle of the Imperial iconography.

As I had half expected everyone was nude, well, almost... It appeared that a compromise had been reached between full nudity and star fleet uniform, no one was wearing pants, or underwear, and the shirts now had a cutout for the breasts, but other than that everyone was still in uniform. Ensign Bayarmaa (a young human woman native to Mongolia,) was sitting at my console, apparently enjoying a 'tension relief cycle' and a second navigator console had been installed on the opposite side of the bridge, currently manned by a red skined hermaphrodite I didn't know...

"Ensign Davis, Captain's ready room, now!" Kokuru barked.

Feeling paridoxicly under dressed, despite everyone's sexual organs being on full display, I went to the captain's ready room...