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"Captain, I hear voices to the right. I think we can get the drop on them and make them tell us what the hell is going on," you whisper over your shoulder.

"A crude and hazardous plan. However, our options are somewhat limited," said the Vulcan blue-shirt in her annoyingly cold and expressionless voice.

"Okay, Doe, lead the way. We're right behind you," said the Captain.

Silently, you make your way towards the voices. As they grow louder, you can also hear what sounds like someone in distress. Reflexively, you begin to move more quickly as the sound of someone in trouble makes your heart race. As you get closer, you can hear multiple cries of distress while two other voices talk dispassionately. Your muscles tense as you approach the corner, ready to spring into action.

"Freeze!" you yell as you leap around the corner and take aim at the two startled alien men standing in front of you. They raise their arms in surprise, but what you see behind them makes you freeze as well. On several cold hard examination tables lay naked women from different species, all very pregnant. On the nearest table, a Rigellian woman is clearly giving birth as she cries out in labor pains. You stare wide-eyed as the orange head of an alien baby, matching the rough orange skin of the alien men, pushes its way out between her thighs. One of the men, seeing that you're too stunned to shoot him, cautiously move towards the Rigellian woman and helps her deliver the baby.

"What the hell is going on here?" fem-Kirk shouts from behind you.

Ignoring the question, the orange-skinned man helping with the delivery asks the other man, "How did they break containment?"

"I don't know, but we need to get them back to their cells. They've only recently been transformed and haven't been conditioned yet," answers the other orange-skinned man.

"Conditioned? Conditioned for what? We're sentient beings, not some sort of lab experiment!" the Captain shouts.

The man still standing in front of you with his arms raised looks at her and says with a smirk, "No, not a lab experiment. Breeding stock." His expression becomes more serious as he begins to explain, "A century ago, constant nuclear war drove our people underground and made all of our women sterile. Our entire race would have gone extinct within a generation if other beings like you hadn't stumbled across our planet. We captured them and, with some simple genetic manipulation, transformed them into breeding stock..."

"...just like we did with you." the other man finishes as he hands off the orange rough-skinned infant to a terrified looking naked pregnant woman whose species you don't recognize. She hurriedly shuffles off into an adjacent room.

Breeding stock? You feel sick as the words swirl around in your head. After being ****, transformed, brutally fucked and creampied, and now seeing your inevitable fate laying on a cold hard table in front of you pushing out alien babies, it's simply too much for you to take. Dropping your phaser, your knees go weak and your stomach turns inside out as you fall to the your hands and knees and retch. As you hear the Captain start into some long-winded speech about freedom and humanity, you can barely manage to hold yourself up as you vomit. You couldn't give a shit about humanity, freedom, and high-minded ideals of the Federation. Right now, you're torn between killing these orange-skinned bastards or just curling up in the corner and hoping to die.

You're not really sure what happened, but the sound of alarms snaps you back to reality. Three orange-skinned men run into the room pointing weapons at the three of you. Instinctively, you reach for your phaser. That was the wrong move. A bolt of energy slams into your body, knocking you down into your own vomit and short-circuiting every nerve in your body. Your vision blurs and fades to black. The last thing you hear is one of the men shouting, "after them!" Does that mean the Captain found a way to escape? You sure hope so.