Star Swapped Nine

Introduction

(Preface: The body swap and other aspects won't really begin for another chapter FYI)

Captain's Personal Log:

Life has gotten pretty strange in my time working for Starfleet. I've seen things that, no one has really ever seen before. From my Cadet days through losing my Captain as I worked as a Lieutenant, to taking command of that vessel and building a reputable crew. It's just so bizarre the things that have been encircling my life. I can't help but feel things are going to change in an unexpected way soon.

A couple of days ago, I met Agent Daniels who was working under the guise of a crewman on my ship. When we were heading to a few different missions and more specifically, the one at Space Station K-13, I had no idea he was a temporal agent from the 31st century of Starfleet. He informed me about an alien species from the close to his time frame. These Na'kuhl are treacherous and dangerous. We've encountered them on numerous occasions already.

Today, the Endeavor was ordered by Admiral Garrett to rendezvous with the fleet and combat an encroaching Klingon armada. I hope that we're victorious but the way Daniels has spoken, we may be in trouble here. He explained that myself and my senior staff may need to board the enemy vessel and turn the tide. Easier said than done.

Only time will tell the stories of the Constitution class vessel, the U.S.S. Endeavor and her crew.

End log.

Stephen rolled over in his bed. Boxers around his waist as he leaned up and turned all the room lights back on. A gorgeous Orion girl who also served on this ship named, Gaila. She lay in his bed still asleep from a busy night together. She was light green, with red curly hair and big busty tits. He wasn't sure if it was the attraction of her hot body or her pheromones, but between the two he felt pretty horny around her.

He knew he needed to get up at this point though. Admiral Garrett and the fleet needed them. He pushed Gaila's side as she moaned still sleepy. "Come on Gaila, I need you."

"Mmmm... give me five more minutes Stephen. I need more rest before we go again..." as she drifts back off to sleep.

"No, we have to head out. Get showered and meet me on the bridge."

"Oh...okay, I mean, yessir!" as she slid out of the covers exposing herself in her underwear.

"Meet me in my quarters this evening and we'll have dinner and desert..." he smirked.

"Sounds good Captain," she said in her cute sexy voice as she sat up looking at him.

Captain Pierce walks out of his cabin pondering what's in store for them. Reaching for the controls, he navigates the turbolift to the bridge. Collecting himself, Pierce straightened his uniform and stood tall as the doors opened to the chaos before him. Upon entering the bridge, the crew was scrambling and busy. Red Alert lights flashing. The mayhem was ongoing as multiple Klingon vessels were approaching to surround the fleet.

T'Met saw the Captain and vacated the Command chair. "Captain on the bridge," she stated to the crew.

"Thank you T'Met. Status report."

"We were in pursuit of the Klingon's sir when we were headed off by their armada. I calculate a 64% chance we make it out of this in one piece."

"Damn. They've got us outnumbered." he swiveled after sitting in the command chair. Leaning towards Tarsi. "Evasive maneuvers." He turned and looked at Science station. "T'Met, how many of them are there?"

"Roughly 26 Captain. The Klingon's appear to have a cloaking technology that is disrupting my scanners. I cannot get a clear number. Logically this is not a fight we can win without reinforcements," she said coldly. After all, she was a Vulcan.

"Well, we're just going to have to improvise." Pierce leaned back in his chair pressing keys on the control pad. "Engineering, we're going to be getting a beating. I'm going to need auxiliary power on standby. It's going to be a bumpy ride."

"Aye sir," came the voice of the chief engineer. "We'll do all we can but this ship wasn't made to fight this big of a fleet."

"Understood. Pierce out." He hit the close channel button on his command chair and began relaying coordinates into the helm for Tarsi to execute. She glanced back at him smirking. "Yes sir," she said.

Tarsi took the ship behind one of the lead Klingon vessels, firing a wide beam phaser blast damaging their aft thrusters and nacelle. Plasma could be seen flooding out of the aft nacelles. The air on the bridge was thick as again she targeted the vessel only this time dragging it along with the tractor beams.

"T'Met, can you get a lock on the lead vessel?"

"No sir. The radiation is too much at present. We're having a hard time locking on to them with their cloaking technology."

"Keep at it." Pierce yelled rotating his chair back to the scene ahead.

Tarsi was getting close to dragging that disabled vessel back to the next squadron of Klingon ships. After depositing the ship before them, the Endeavor's thrusters launched the ship far enough away before the Klingon vessel exploded taking four more vessels with it.

"Great work people! Turn us about and fire on the lead ship."

"Captain!," T'Met said. "They've locked their tractor beams on the entire fleet. We appear to be trapped."

Captain Pierce turned grimly looking around his bridge watching the worry in their eyes. Gaila at communications, T'Met at Science, Tarsi at navigation. Several other offices that he knew needed to be motivated.

"While this appears grim, we're not taking this lying down." Pierce pauses to think as he begins standing to face the crew.

"So. We are currently stuck in a massive tractor beam array by all the enemy ships." He pauses for effect. "Well, let's hit them where it hurts. T'Met, Tarsi, Gaila, meet me in the transporter room. We're taking the fight to them."

They all follow the Captain to the turbolift as other officers move to fill their places. The turbolift gets them down to deck 16, where repair crews are busily working. Exiting into the corridor, the circle the corner into the transporter room. Pierce hoped this was a battle they could win, but never let on he had a bad feeling about this.

As they enter the transporter room, Daniels was waiting for them at the controls. "Good day Captain. Are you and your team ready for what needs to be done?"

"Let's do this," he said as they stepped on the pads. Each transporter pad circular and translucent, surrounded by the familiar feel of red from other Constitution class vessels.

"Good luck Captain. I'll be watching your progress on my end and from the time-stream. I will do my best to get you back out of there."

Pierce nodded and they beamed over to the Klingon vessel.