Yes...And No...

Pierce fully dressed heads out of her new quarters. She looks around and sees many unfamiliar consoles and controls on the corridors. Things that glowed and gave arrow directions as well as notifications on various aspects of Earth Spacedock. Curious, she walked up to the wall and touched the console. The lights began to glow as the console came alive.

The computer spoke, "Pierce, Stephanie Alana. Rank, Captain. Current assignment, meeting with Admiral Quinn at Earth Spacedock Admiral's office at 1300 hours." It displayed Captain Pierce's service record, which was partially fabricated. Quite a bit of commendations came up on screen as well.

"Well, well, well, Daniels, you outdid yourself. Thanks at least for that," Stephanie Pierce said in admiration. She wondered if the computer could direct her to the Admiral's office but still had a few hours to explore in the meantime. "I wonder who else from the crew Daniels was able to save," she paused looking around as the corridor opened up to see the vastness of the ships held inside.

As she turned the corner, she saw a lone Bolian up ahead. A Lieutenant it appeared judging by the pips on his collar. Starfleet must have retired the braids on the sleeves since her era. The uniform was vastly different too as was the insignia compared to hers. She approached him in a calm stride as if nothing were out of place.

"Ahh, hello sir! Have a good time on the Holodeck? I love those old 23rd century uniforms. I won 2nd place with my Harry Mudd costume at the annual Halloween party." He paused realizing that you weren't here to chit-chat. "Oh, sorry sir. Admiral Quinn appears to have a meeting with you soon. You'll want to change out of that uniform before hand. He's a stickler for a proper uniform. Go to the tailor to get a new one replicated for you." He tapped the controls on the corridor next to them and it lit up with a blue arrow directing Pierce to the place she needed to go.

"Thanks Lieutenant. At ease. That's wonderful on the costume contest. Great job!" She paused trying to stay commanding and not as sweet. "And, thank you for that information. I'll be sure to head over right now to get one made."

Pierce headed on over following the arrows as she took in the vast site before her. Such metallic colors, with various shades of blue, silver, red and all sorts of new consoles. A lot had advanced in almost 150 years. The tailor wasn't far away but she was just finishing up with a customer.

"Hello there!" Looking down at her console. "Captain Pierce is it?"

Pierce looked puzzled at her knowing her but came closer. "Yes?"

"The Bolian pushed through a request to get you fitted for a new uniform. Although that 23rd Century one sure looks superb!" Babbling, "Sometimes I wish Starfleet would go back to the simply three solid color patterns. It was definitely more iconic and less work for me or the replicators." Turning around she walked around the desk and began sizing up the Captain.

"My, my, my. Aren't you a sexy Captain, if you don't mind my saying." She paused.

"No, that's fine. I've recently...grown accustomed to being told that," partially blushing.

"Well you are sweety. Damn fine proportions too. Here take off that uniform in the back and we'll size you up properly."

Pierce gave her a funny look and headed to the back unsure what this tailor's motives were with her.

The tailor shoved her into a privacy room and then stood before her. "Strip it off Captain. I need you in your underwear, stat!" She stood there with the tape measure in her hand as Pierce began peeling off the uniform.

"Wow! Those tits are nice!" The tailor yelled. "I could just lick those all up and down!"

Stephanie looked at her and smirked, "Do you talk to all your customers this way?"

She smiled, "Only the incredibly hot ones Captain." Winking at Pierce as she took her in with her eyes almost like a predator on the hunt.