Subject: Grail: "Great Brightness" - 'Detective Charr'
<<Stardate 47307.30 - 18:30>>
<<Tifa Charr's quarters>>
Although it had been a long and ardous day, the first thing Tifa did
as she entered her quarters was to make sure no one had 'violated' her
territory while she was gone. She made sure nothing was out of place and
sniffed around. Satisfied, she took off her uniform and laid down on her
couch. 'It feels so good to be out of those boots!' she thought.
Although she didn't like wearing clothes, she despised footwear most of
all, mostly because her walk was a lot more noisy with them.
Then Tifa's thoughts went back to her day. After her meeting with
Logan, she had spent all off red shift escorting the Torillion
Ambassador and wondering if he was reading her thoughts or not. She was
convinced he had. When the shift finished, she talked with ensign Garek
about mental defenses. He had told her that non-telepaths could defend
themselves to a point and that training the security personnel was a
good idea. Tifa convinced him to do it.
'Now it's time for Janice Hargen,' she thought as she got up. She
walked over to her computer terminal and sat before. First, she brought
up the Chief engineer's personnel file. Nothing seemed out of the
ordinary. Janice Theroa Hargen was born in 2350, in Alaska on Earth and
lived there until she left for Starfleet Academy. However, a note struck
Tifa as being strange. Her school records, and all records of her youth,
were destroyed in a mysterious fire, the cause of which was never known.
Having no 'official' youth, Janice was an ideal candidate to be replaced
by an Android, Tifa thought. She continued her investigation.
Hours later, Tifa had reviewed Janice Hargen's Academy, medical,
duty and even transporter records. At first, she the thought the records
confirmed that Janice Hargen was indeed human when she came onboard the
Grail, as the medical records showed. However, as she dugged deeper, she
realized that her medical records were a little too perfect. In fact,
she had never been sick, nor had she ever been injured. No colds, no
coughs, no diarrhea, no broken arms, no twisted ankles, no broken
fingers, no concussions, nothing. Her medical record showed she was in
perfect health during every exam. Over and over again. In Tifa's mind,
this could mean one of two things: either she has always been an Android
that appeared when the school records were burned and had found a way to
fool sensors, or by an incredible stroke of luck (or misfortune) she was
the ideal candidate to be replaced by an Android. For now, Tifa leaned
toward the second explanation, she couldn't believe that an Android
would have been able to fool the system for that long.
Tifa yawned and stretched. She was exhausted. 'That's enough for
today,' she thought, 'I'll continue in the morning.' Getting up, she
made her way into the washroom and activated the shower.
Stepping in, she purred as the hot water washed over her fur. It
felt so good, so relaxing. Slowly, her mind began to wander from her
investigation to the events of the last few days. She remembered her
battle with Castle in the holodeck. Her hands began to move over the
curves of her body as she remembered the thrill of the hunt and how she
had openly flirted with him afterward. She was beginning to breathe
heavily as the memory of T'Arna's attack entered her mind, her anger
only adding to her mounting lust. Then the images of the Hunter flooded
her mind as one of her hands headed downward. Being so wild, so
unleashed had been an incredible high. She relived the ensuing battle
with T'Arna and Eve Mallory in all it's intensity and as she remembered
Castle entering and putting an end to it, with all the power and
authotiry he had, bliss made her legs give way and she fell to her
shower floor, her hand buried between her legs and purring loudly.
Ensign Tifa Charr
Security officer, USS Grail
emeraldas@hotmail.com