"I need to assign Ensign Taylor a mentor."

"I'm very serious, crew. I need nominees to forward their names and views on keeping a watchful eye on the Ensign, directed to my inbox within the hour. The most convincing viewpoint will be allowed full reign in her guidance, training and quarterly evals. I don't care if you're the lowest ranked kitchen scullion on board - you'll have my full support if you pose a stirring argument. As you were."

The Command Deck resumed their duties.

Evelyn Arnold's ears perked up when she heard that Amber Taylor was to be assigned a mentor. Is this true? Doe, Queen Bitch of the Universe, finally going easy on someone? Evelyn knew that if she was ever going to gain any respect with this Captain, she would be **** to jump right into the middle of things.

"Captain - Captain Doe..." Lieutenant Commander Arnold spoke nervously in front of her video ball after tapping her earpiece to communicate with Command Deck.

Evelyn's face appeared on one side of the Captain's viewscreen. Her eyes were big and blue composed of an erstwhile innocence that still longed for dance halls and secret rendezvous.

"I just heard about Amber Taylor -"

"Of course you did, Evelyn," Captain Doe interrupted. "I coded it as a red flag message. Get back to me with some viewpoints. And you'd better be creative. I'm not handing you Amber on a leash just because you're Ship's Counsleor."

As soon as the Counselor's transmission was ended, Doe let out a low whistle of approval.

"What a MILF!" Commander John chuckled.

"Bam!" Doe grinned while hefting an imaginary pair of watermelons right in front of her own bountiful breasts.

"Captain! If you're quite done being obnoxious, there's a transmission from planetside. Governor's Palace."

"Shee-it, put it through, Sekuzi. And stop blushing."