Commanders' Night (Part 2)

Posted on Sat May 17th, 2025 @ 11:46pm by Lieutenant Commander Rebecca Bluegarden & Commander Irene Vincent "Rally" & Lieutenant Commander Damien Maillet & Lieutenant Commander Sergei Zaigraev & Lieutenant Commander Malcom Hunt
Edited on on Sat May 17th, 2025 @ 11:47pm

1,170 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Season 1, Episode 2: War, Peace, And All That Jazz
Location: Restaurant and Bar - Deck 16
Timeline: After 'Commanders' Night (Part 1)

Previously, on Star Trek: Deep Space K-9:

He hoped he was subtle in his reaction, but it is fair to say that he was not. His mind blanked for a moment as his vision was flooded with such a creature as her.

When he finally realized what he was doing and regained his composure, a flush made his pale cheeks a deep red.

My sisters will never let me live this down. First an entire delegation of cute women aliens that show their midriffs in every outfit. And now a supermodel for a First Officer.

And now, the continuation:

"H-hi Rebecca," he finally got out as he approached the group.

"Oh, hey, Damien: Glad you could make it." Rebecca responded casually as if she weren't in an attention-grabbing outfit.

Frankly, Rebecca didn't find much of a difference between this outfit and her regular uniform. Either way, she found that she turned heads. Perhaps this wouldn't be an issue if female uniforms weren't borderline exploitative. Regardless, her little thought experiment was certainly working: She had certainly captured the boys' imaginations.

"So, I see the beer kegs," Damien said, finally shaking himself free of the reverie. "And I can see heaters for food. What's going to be on the screens? And has anyone seen Rally yet?" Rank left at the door meant he'd use the nickname freely.

"I definitely have my eye set on those Mozzarella sticks over there," Malcom announced. "So, the senior staff getting together like this something that occurs often on DSK9?"

"First time," Damien answered. "We have our new First Officer to thank for that."

Hunt nodded in approval. "I vote that this becomes a usual thing."

"I'd be more than happy to make that happen:" Rebecca smiled as she returned with their first round of wings. "But, don't count on the Hooters girl showing up every time..."

“We would never hope for such a thing,” Damien said in an obvious faux-serious, teasing tone. Then he laughed and picked up a plate and some tongs to fill it with.

At last, Commander Vincent finally arrived, having managed to get some time out of her busy schedule to slip out of the office and make her way down to Deck 16 to catch up with her XO on a more social level, seeing as there hadn't been much of a chance for her to do so.

"Sorry for the delay, Commander, I was just finishing up with the..." her voice trailed off as it dawned on her that her XO was parading around in some rather... suggestive attire.

"What the hell are you wearing??" she gawked in wide-eyed disbelief.

"You ain't never been to Hooters, Vincent?" Rebecca responded with a wink, unfazed by how she appeared. "Well, remind me to take you sometime. Great people at the Ocala location..."

Rally gave her a puzzled look. "You'll, uh... excuse me if I say that establishments like that have never really been my cup of tea," she replied as she took her seat adjacent Damien.

"So, what is the deal with the Hooters girl outfit? Malcom inquired. "I am completely lost with the significance."

"It's something of a thought experiment, son." Rebecca responded. "Personally, I don't see too much of a difference between this and my regular uniform. I mean, I get that I'm young and hot, but god damn, having my ass cheeks sticking out every time I bend over ain't right. It's a damn shame how far we've fallen from them NASA styled uniforms of old, and the way I see it, nothing's gonna be done about it unless we, as women make comparisons to the obvious."

"Or, you could just ignore what the men think of you entirely..." Rally sighed.

“Not always easy to ignore your preferred gender,” Damien pointed out. “I hope one day they remove gendering from the uniform, honestly. Whether that’s to make one standard or to permit people to choose which option regardless of who they were. For now, I suppose, we wear what we have to proudly and look good while we do?”

"Like with many things in life, the Starfleet dress code is a pendulum that swings back and forth," Rally remarked off-handedly. "One decade miniskirt may be considered outdated; the next it's considered "retro"."

She coughed. "Christ, I sound like a jaded fifty-year-old..."

"Actually in the early days of Starfleet the uniform was not really gender specific," Malcom reminded everyone. "Yet, we somehow got here with the uniform a hundred years later."

"I know, early Starfleet officers still kinda looked like astronauts." Rebecca reiterated. "Now the guys look like they're runnin' around in space pajamas, and the girls' uniforms are downright exploitative."

"Not if you wear shorts under them," Rally pointed out.

"Kinda like putting a Band-Aid on a lost limb, though." Rebecca retorted. "It's a simple patchwork solution that doesn't get to the heart of the problem."

Hunt thought about the topic of conversation a little further. "Makes you wonder who picks the design of the uniforms. Yes, they are comfortable, but how effective are they?"

"Can't imagine they're very effective." Rebecca said. "I'd say they're probably about as effective as they are practical, which is to say they ain't very."

"I saw a spec once of a version they didn't go forward with," Damien said, chuckling. "Modifications they debated introducing back in '58. The skirt variant was even shorter and it didn't have sleeves. The Admiral looked the designer dead in the eyes and asked him 'what rank is she?' The designer didn't even think about how our ranks are on the sleeves!"

"Which just proves my point:" Rebecca responded. "Save that kind of crap for the bedroom, you pervert!" Of course referring to the unnamed uniform designer.

"Welp, you have your way of dealing with them, and I have mine," Rally remarked as she reached over and helped herself to a mozzarella stick. "Anyways..."

She shifted her attention over to Malcom and Sergei. "Mister Maillet, I don't believe I've been acquainted with these two," she observed. "To whom would I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

"Lieutenant Malcom Hunt," he said introducing himself.

"And that's Sergei Zaigraev:" Rebecca introduced the engineer on the Eastern European man's behalf. "He's not one for words, but... I think I know the real reason why he's so captivated..."

Sergei put his hands up defensively. "I wasn't going to say anything, Comrade!" he protested. "I just find it unusual for the XO to be hosting a get-together while dressed up as a проститутка."

"A what?" Rally glanced over at Damien. "Actually, do I wanna know?"

Damien grinned and shook his head. "Probably not."

Posting by

Commander Irene Vincent
Commanding Officer

Lieutenant Commander Rebecca Bluegarden
First Officer
Chief of Security

Lieutenant Commander Damien Maillet
Second Officer
Chief of Communications

Lieutenant Commander Malcom Hunt
Chief of Operations

Lieutenant Commander Sergei Zaigraev
Chief Engineer

 

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