on some Controller's board shut down the sensation.
Unless he missed his guess, a similar device was used to prevent the type of forbidden
sensation he was experiencing at that moment and was too proud to ask the Vid-Com to
rectify with the paging of a surrogate. For the first time in his life, he wondered if the
tumescence that had become acutely uncomfortable would dissipate without female
intervention.
"Captain?" the Vid-Com intruded once again.
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"What?" he bellowed, swinging his head angrily toward the offending intercom.
"Please do not use that tone with me," the Vid-Com chastised him. "You have a
visitor."
Cree cursed beneath his breath. "Who the hell is it now?" he demanded as he stalked to the screen and punched the unit into operation. Drewe Lona was standing outside his
quarters and looking intensely uneasy.
"Your visitor is Lieutenant Lona," the Vid-Com said in a cold, mechanical voice.
Cree ground his teeth together. "I can see that you worthless piece of wiring interface!"
he spat. "Admit him!"
Drewe flinched as the doors to the Captain's quarters slid airily open to him. He looked
up from his keep inspection of the floor and into the angry eyes of his commander.
"Well?" Cree demanded.
Dull red infused Lona's face. "I ran into a slight problem, Sir." His young face
scrunched into an apologetic half-smile. "I was told you had to have permission from the D.O. before I can put in the paperwork for you."
Cree glared at his second in command for a brief, raging moment before spitting out a
vile Diabolusian vulgarity. Spinning around, he stomped to the Vid-Com. "Computer!" he shouted.
"Captain Cree, I must insist: If you do not stop shouting at me, Sir, I will not answer,"
the Vid-Com warned him.
"Who is the Duty Officer today?" Cree snapped, ignoring the threat.
There was a moment's hesitation as the computer checked the daily log, then the
ominous answer slid insidiously into the room. "Admiral Drae Cree is on duty today,
Captain."
Drewe glanced at his commander's face and saw the wariness settling across Cree's
tight features. He watched as those cold dark eyes shifted from side to side in furious
thought then winced at the enraged explosion of contempt that shot out of his Captain's
mouth.
"Why the hell did it have to be my gods-be-damned sire?"
"Captain?" the Vid-Com pressed. "Do you wish me to contact the Admiral's office?"
"Aye," Cree seethed. "Make an appointment for me with him."
"Do you have a time preference or shall it be at his pleasure?"
"ASAP!" Cree yelled.
"I will see what I can do," the Vid-Com replied, it's tone even more chill.
"Bitch," Cree muttered as he swung away from the screen and slammed his powerful
body onto the sofa.
"Do you think he will give you permission?" Drewe asked, wishing he hadn't when the Reaper turned his full, annoyed attention on his 2/IC.
"Why would he not?" Cree countered, his eyes flashing brown fire. "After I spent two weeks in that gods-be-damned..."
"Captain Cree?" the Vid-Com injected.
"Aye?" Cree's voice was a song of contempt.
"The Admiral will see you at 1330, Sir."
Drewe barely had time to move out of the Captain's way as the man jumped up and
stormed into his bedsuite. He followed slowly, his long-standing connection to Kamerone
Cree giving him certain privileges no other man would dare exercise.
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"Have you thought about quarters for her once you have purchased her, Cree?" Drewe
asked, thinking it best to assume a positive outlook rather than consider a negative one.
"She won't be allowed to remain in the Women's Quarters once..."
"She will be living here with me," Cree snapped.
Drewe blinked. "Do you think they will allow that?"
"Why the hell do you keep
Unless he missed his guess, a similar device was used to prevent the type of forbidden
sensation he was experiencing at that moment and was too proud to ask the Vid-Com to
rectify with the paging of a surrogate. For the first time in his life, he wondered if the
tumescence that had become acutely uncomfortable would dissipate without female
intervention.
"Captain?" the Vid-Com intruded once again.
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"What?" he bellowed, swinging his head angrily toward the offending intercom.
"Please do not use that tone with me," the Vid-Com chastised him. "You have a
visitor."
Cree cursed beneath his breath. "Who the hell is it now?" he demanded as he stalked to the screen and punched the unit into operation. Drewe Lona was standing outside his
quarters and looking intensely uneasy.
"Your visitor is Lieutenant Lona," the Vid-Com said in a cold, mechanical voice.
Cree ground his teeth together. "I can see that you worthless piece of wiring interface!"
he spat. "Admit him!"
Drewe flinched as the doors to the Captain's quarters slid airily open to him. He looked
up from his keep inspection of the floor and into the angry eyes of his commander.
"Well?" Cree demanded.
Dull red infused Lona's face. "I ran into a slight problem, Sir." His young face
scrunched into an apologetic half-smile. "I was told you had to have permission from the D.O. before I can put in the paperwork for you."
Cree glared at his second in command for a brief, raging moment before spitting out a
vile Diabolusian vulgarity. Spinning around, he stomped to the Vid-Com. "Computer!" he shouted.
"Captain Cree, I must insist: If you do not stop shouting at me, Sir, I will not answer,"
the Vid-Com warned him.
"Who is the Duty Officer today?" Cree snapped, ignoring the threat.
There was a moment's hesitation as the computer checked the daily log, then the
ominous answer slid insidiously into the room. "Admiral Drae Cree is on duty today,
Captain."
Drewe glanced at his commander's face and saw the wariness settling across Cree's
tight features. He watched as those cold dark eyes shifted from side to side in furious
thought then winced at the enraged explosion of contempt that shot out of his Captain's
mouth.
"Why the hell did it have to be my gods-be-damned sire?"
"Captain?" the Vid-Com pressed. "Do you wish me to contact the Admiral's office?"
"Aye," Cree seethed. "Make an appointment for me with him."
"Do you have a time preference or shall it be at his pleasure?"
"ASAP!" Cree yelled.
"I will see what I can do," the Vid-Com replied, it's tone even more chill.
"Bitch," Cree muttered as he swung away from the screen and slammed his powerful
body onto the sofa.
"Do you think he will give you permission?" Drewe asked, wishing he hadn't when the Reaper turned his full, annoyed attention on his 2/IC.
"Why would he not?" Cree countered, his eyes flashing brown fire. "After I spent two weeks in that gods-be-damned..."
"Captain Cree?" the Vid-Com injected.
"Aye?" Cree's voice was a song of contempt.
"The Admiral will see you at 1330, Sir."
Drewe barely had time to move out of the Captain's way as the man jumped up and
stormed into his bedsuite. He followed slowly, his long-standing connection to Kamerone
Cree giving him certain privileges no other man would dare exercise.
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"Have you thought about quarters for her once you have purchased her, Cree?" Drewe
asked, thinking it best to assume a positive outlook rather than consider a negative one.
"She won't be allowed to remain in the Women's Quarters once..."
"She will be living here with me," Cree snapped.
Drewe blinked. "Do you think they will allow that?"
"Why the hell do you keep
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