<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">LINK TO MAIN THREAD</span></strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82045.0)<br/><br/>Like a dying flame, isolated amidst the expansive black of space, the USS Ember quietly drifts... its polished surface glistening with every intermittent spark which erupts from its damaged hull. Only a few crucial decks riddle its exterior alight, while brief flashes of red mark the areas which require emergency attention, with the crew rushing to douse flames, initiate repairs, or offer medical assistance. The flurry of activity within the Ember's passages is dizzying, with mini-explosions rattling the decks while sirens blare and crew members bark orders. A stark contrast to the quiet hum and endless dark of the space around the ship, where the hustle and bustle barely registers as more than a dull mumble.<br/><br/>It had only been a day since the experimental engine sent the Ember hurtling into the unknown, leaving the ship damaged and unable to return, with the renewed chaos of the current day attributed to the jettisoning of the failed warp drive; as per Engineering's last minute recommendation. A recommendation which could have turned the entire ship into slag had it come a moment later, especially given the size of the drive's consequent explosion and the mess it caused even within the protected confines of the hull.<br/><br/>Captain Kathryn Blacklake could still picture the outline of the blast from her quarter's; the radius she imagined enough to envelope her ship tenfold. With a hand pressed gently against the pane of her quarter's view and dressed in little more than black lingerie, the captain bit her lower lip anxiously as she imagined how close they'd come to being vaporised. She could almost feel the heat from the explosion still radiating off the window and through her sensitive fingertips, causing her to shiver uneasily.<br/><br/>So close, she thought, so, so, clo~  "Oh!" Kat's nails grated against the window as she gasped and dropped her head, her entire body shuddering wildly as she finally paid attention to her other hand. The one with its fingers tightly wrapped around and vigorously pumping the fat, throbbing, cock which now protruded from her panties. Her pants and grunts filled the room as she masturbated passionately, with the alien-member only growing harder and harder until, "Fu-uck!" Thrusting her hips forward and head back, she was finally rewarded with an orgasmic tremble and cry as her cock released spurt after spurt of its white sticky goo all over her once clean window.<br/><br/>She slumped to her knees weakly once the dirty deed was done, before slowly stretching back to retrieve the wipe left on her desk from the previous<em>times</em>... that day. As Kathryn glumly cleaned the mess from her window, she once again contemplated forcing the crew to undergo a physical; frustrated by the fact that there had yet to be any reports of crew members undergoing bizarre transformations like herself. Kat had a hunch that she wasn't the only one but it felt as if nobody else was willing to step forward. Not that she could blame them, she wasn't about to step forward either.<br/><br/>Once she was happy all the evidence had been wiped clean, the captain hurriedly donned some fresh clothing before exiting and locking her quarters. Not missing a beat Kathryn marched down the passage, with a light tap of her communicator badge connecting her to the flight crew, "Captain Blacklake to the bridge, I've finished reading through the report and am returning to the helm, have my seat warm and waiting for me first officer! And navigator, have you got a fix on our position yet?" She didn't wait for a response before disconnecting and reconnecting with engineering, "Captain to engineering, how is the Ember holding up, will you be able to keep your deadline? I won't lie, I expect us to be cutting through space again while the day is still young." She stepped into the nearest turbo-lift just as she finished, with an eye for the bridge as the doors swished close, confident that she'd be able to juggle the responses.<br/><br/>As she was taken to her destination, Kathryn decided to make one last call, "Security, this is Captain Blacklake, I expect at least one officer to meet me on the bridge. Don't delay." With a heavy sigh, Kathryn squared her shoulders and waited for the turbo-lift doors to slide open, an authoritative cut to her step as she marched onto the command deck before locking her hands neatly against the small of her back as she surveyed the crew.<br/><br/>From what she'd understood the ship would be at eighty percent of its original capacity before the day was done and fully operational on the next. After that, if she was still feeling moody enough, she figured a nice spit-shine of the exterior would work as a suitable task for anyone who got in her way. She glanced around, curious of the whereabouts of some of their alien representatives.