Both Captains, My Twin, Doctor Akira, Two Klingon Marines, Doctor Qi'Klo, And An Unknown Vulcan Woman...

I entered the room to find both Captain Lance and Brevet-Captain Lance sitting with a number of other people in the ready room. Two Klingon Marines stood guard, and my twin sat at the Brevet-Captain's right hand, while our Doctor Akira sat to our captain's right. I could tell the two captain's apart because one had a Tattoo of the Imperial Double Eagle across her forehead and the other had a laural wreath in the same place.

Besides the marines there were two others present that were new to me, one was another of the red-skinned hermaphrodites that I had seen one of on the bridge, and the other was a Vulcan woman of I would have to guess 19 decades or so.

It was also worth noting that everyone, including the people from the other ship, were wearing the new uniform... (Except for the Klingon Marines, who wore full Star Fleet Armored Space Suits...)

"Captains?" I asked, mastering my surprise easily.

"First, your uniform, Ensign." Brevet-Captain Lance said unfolding a shirt in the new uniform style, moved back somewhat to the main design of the 2370s in our universe with colored shoulders, but a gray body section and unlike most uniforms quilting throughout.

"Why the quilting and heavy fabric?" I asked.

"Theoretically it's for combat protection, but until we can get this intolerable arousal problem under control, and modify the uniforms back to a normal format..." Brevet-Captain Lance said, then our own Captain Lance added a post script.

"It's to get us used to Imperial Uniform Standards, and to help both crews feel significantly less psychological discomfort at their relative nudity," my own Captain declared.

I had to refrain from looking down at my captain's exposed tits, but reached for the uniform shirt...

"Just a second Ensign, there's a ritual to this," the brevet-captain said, keeping the garment from my grasp.

"By accepting this uniform, you swear by whatever religion or higher power you believe in that you will discharge your duties as a member of Starfleet to the best of your ability and obey in both letter and spirit the regulations of that August body and the lawful orders of your superior officers. By wearing this uniform you become part of something greater than yourself, than your race, than your culture and heritage, you become a Starfleet Ensign, and that means you are in line to inherit command of your ship if your superior officers are incapable of the task at the time due to ****, illness, injury, or insanity. You will obey your orders so long as they are within the bounds of Starfleet Regulations or face the strike of the regulation pain instrument of your culture, for your actions can have grave consequences for people not yet even born. By doning this uniform you accept that you must abandon your individual needs in favor of service to the Imperium as a whole, even to the point of ****. Do you understand and accept this oath of duty?" Brevet-Captain Jericia Lance asked...