The Brevet-Captain Is Indisposed, So 'I' Take Up The Conversation...

It was my own voice that I heard next, but somehow sharper, less restrained, though I doubted anyone except me could tell the difference. "The Captain has to concentrate on her 'Tension Relief Cycle' so I will explain. When our crew was infected with the Virus, which I am guessing targeted you as well due to the looks of naked envy several of your bridge crew are giving the Captain and Ensign Trask right now, we were plunged into an uncharted wormhole. Examination of the ship when we emerged showed our hull to be polarized with a micro dose of para-chronic radiation. Your ship's hull is similarly polarized, though I doubt the relic-tech of your sensors can detect it. As almost anyone will be aware, Para-Chronic radiation is very nearly exclusively generated by a slip sideways in meta-dimensional phase. In other words, both of our ships appear to be in a different universe from the one in which we entered the wormhole." Several of the others muttered 'Oh, why didn't he just SAY that?' or words to that effect when my double got to the final sentence. I, of course, had followed the conversation easily.

By this time Brevet-Captain Jeri was biting on a stick to keep from interrupting as her pussy was mercilessly pounded by the long flexible sex toy installed on her chair, but she pulled it from her mouth and let loose a primal banshee scream of gratification and release, spraying girl-cum on the deck before collapsing into her chair, a dopey smile on her face. I happened to glance at our own captain at that moment and her face was among those betraying undisguised envy. However, she mastered her emotions admirably and remained professional.

"Well then, according to the rate of Para-Chronic radiation decay which of us arrived first?" Captain Jeri asked, and it was their version of Lieutenant Laura Bethan's turn to respond.