Take a look at the laboratories

<Thanks to Omegah2o for the invention of Shialla. I just had to hijack her. ;) >

Vulcans don’t need as much spare time as humans and so you can start exploring your new working environment immediately. A very fast turbolift takes you to the scientific labs, which are quite large on the Constitution – hence a big science team. As a matter of course you have already studied the files of your entire team and so you don’t expect any surprises.

Sadly surprises are a core competency of the universe…

As soon as you entered the biology lab you are confronted with one of these surprises. At first you mistake her for an entertainer that forgot to leave the ship before the Constitution started her tour but then you notice the single chevron on her… skirt…

Obviously she is an Orion, one of the few that live in Federation space and so far you have only read about them but her green skin don’t leave a shadow of a doubt. Standing at five feet six she is rather short but you can imagine what kind of affect her presence has on males of any species. Her eyes are a vibrant hue of green several shades brighter than her skin and her red hair would cascade down her back, if it wouldn’t be contained into a ponytail, which works now like a pendulum just above her perfectly shaped butt.

On the other hand her uniform was a plain joke…

While most female officers wear a decent standard top this Orion has a ridiculously tight and overall marginal blue tube top clad to her distinctive breasts. In other words the fabric is stretched pretty hard and it is only a matter of time till those big nipples punch through it.

To make matters worse her short skirt reminds you more of a wide belt, it’s at least three inches shorter than the standard one and still an inch less than even the boldest woman on this ship would choose.

In the end she just could walk around naked and might even attract less attention. It is selfevident that you cannot allow something like this in your department, since it would destroy any professional working relationship within your team.

“Crewman.” You try to sound as resourceful as possible.

She turns with a beaming smile that would have hit any non-Vulcan like a full phaser broadside. “Yes?” As soon as she recognizes you she comes to attention, which hikes her skirt another inch and makes you bare witness of her preference of shaving. “Crewman second class Shialla; although I’d prefer it if you call me a servicewoman Ma’am.” Her eyes travel down to your own considerable bust and stay there for a moment while her grin gets even wider. When her eyes eventually meet yours again she adds, “As it would be my pleasure to service you in any way you wish.”

You ignore her inappropriate attitude and try to use it against her. “Well, then I would suggest that you get back to your quarters and dress in an appropriate way, since this isn’t a proper uniform for a Starfleet crewman.”

Shialla take a step closer only inches separate the two of you now, and her scent is intoxicating, even for a Vulcan nose – Doesn’t the take her medis? Breathing deeply didn’t help any. She knows exactly what she is doing. Looking into her eyes she gives you the most girlishly innocent look every naughty woman has before replying, “The Captain herself approved this uniform sir. In fact she said all the female crew should shorten both the top and skirt to their liking.”

“I… I don’t think she would do that.” Normally Orion pheromones wouldn’t have an effect on you, so this is irritating. Nonetheless you can’t believe the Captain would allow something like this on her ship. “W… What’s your station anyway?”

She licks her lips and looks you over again before answering, “I’m a Biologist. Before I enlisted I spent three years studying Physiology with a focus on reproduction, no degree but I figured Starfleet would provide me better… opportunities to apply my skills.”

“St… Starfleet does indeed offer… much.” You manage to say. “But before we discuss Biology any further I have to ask the Captain about your uniform.”

Shialla nods and smiles knowingly. “Do as you must, but I assure you, she said it was okay.”

Without any further greetings you leave the laboratory – completely confused. You couldn’t remember when your nipples have been engorged like this and… is this wetness between your legs?

Still in the corridor you decide to call the Captain. “Captain Li, this is Lieutenant Commander T’Pop.”

“Ah Commander.” The Captain’s voice is friendly and sweet as always. “What can I do for you?”

How can you explain this situation to her? “Well Captain, I just met Servicew… I mean Crewman second class Shialla and her uniform…”

“Oh yes, I understand.” Captain Li sounds really reasonable. “That must be quite a shock but I assure you she has my permission to wear a uniform that is acceptable for her culture; the Federation is a tolerant and understanding partner after all.”

“But Captain, this… uniform is in no aspect a standard one and the male colleagues.”

“Will have to live with that. I cannot and will not violate the social and cultural conventions of any of my subordinates or what would you do, if I demand emotional behavior of you so that your own subordinates feel more at home?”

“But Captain this is…”

“Not negotiable. I respect you and your work Commander but my decision stands. Captain Li out.”

That went not the way you thought it would…