This story is something I have had running around in my head for several years. The Star Trek Universe is copyrighted to Paramount Pictures and this story is in no way meant to infringe upon that copyright. The author simply wishes to indulge in a bit of fantastic speculation.
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It Was Only a Game
It was only a game. The newest of the Star Trek reality series games played on the Internet with a voice command module that enabled users communicated over cyberspace. The newest game was just starting when Josh Elliot signed on to play. This is gonna be awesome he thought. The game server randomly generated all of the roles. Josh eagerly awaited his assignment. He stared at the computer screen, and then it came. He was now Commander Josh Elliot, first officer of the U.S.S. Genolan. And so the game began.
After playing for the entire three-day weekend, it was already midnight on Monday and he had to be at work on Tuesday. Online, he was finishing up an away mission when the game server threw him a curve; his entire away team was vaporized by a low-level ion storm while he was in a cave. The rare surface storm was caused by a solar disruption from the heretofore stable star in the system. The Genolan was caught off guard with her shields down and was now a lifeless hulk orbiting the planet forever, just out of reach of her first officer. Damn, Josh thought, awfully early to be killed off. But his character was not dead, just sort of stranded.
Well might as well put out a distress call. He hit the send button on the headset he purchased with the game. "This is Commander Josh Elliot to any Starfleet vessel within range, requesting emergency beam out." Then he felt it, a strange tingling in the pit of his body. The room became totally white and the next thing he knew he was standing in a transporter chamber, and promptly fainted.
When he came to he was still in the chamber laying on the cold polyduranium decking. His first thought was this is real. I was sitting in my office, now I'm not. He looked around trying to determine what was really happening. "Computer?" he called. A chirp followed his command. Well at least that confirms part of what is going on. "What ship is this?" he asked.
"This is the U.S.S. Sovereign NCC 4990," responded the computer not in the standard Starfleet computer voice, but a male voice.
"Explain how this ship came to be in this vicinity," Josh queried.
"On Stardate 49825.3 this ship encountered a spatial anomaly of unknown origin. The anomaly began to pull the ship into it, the crew attempted to pull free of the anomaly, when all attempts failed the ship was pulled in. The ship emerged from the anomaly in an unknown location. All crewmembers were killed in the transition. All biological material onboard did not survive the transition. Following protocols, a heading was computed for a return to the Earth. Upon arrival scans and attempted communication pointed to the fact that this vessel had somehow been transferred to an alternate universe."
Josh stood there listening to the computer's tale. "How long have you been in orbit?" he asked it.
"Orbit has been maintained above the magnetic pole of the moon for 27 years, 9 months, 13 days, 12 hours, 18 minutes, 36.2 seconds," he responded.
"Why did you beam me aboard?"
"You requested emergency beam out. Not on standard Starfleet frequencies, but I have been monitoring all communication channels since my arrival."
"But if you have been monitoring other communications you have heard other requests before," Josh was referring to the TV show, when on several occasions the actors had used the same words he had.
"No bio-signs were scanned at the areas of the transmissions. Your request was the first associated with standard Starfleet protocols."
Wow thought Josh; I am really standing on a Starfleet vessel. This is gonna be GREAT!
"Computer, why is your vocal output not Starfleet standard?"
"During construction, new protocols were established along with the new computer core Mark 9 data set."
"Cool. What is ship status?"
"All life support systems and non critical systems have been terminated pending restart of system. Life support has been maintained in this transporter room per protocol."
"How long will it take to re-establish life support throughout the ship?"
"Fifteen minutes."
"Do it."
"Please input command codes."
Damn, thought Josh, hopefully I can bullshit my way through this. "Computer, this is Commander Josh Elliot, I am taking command of this vessel as of this stardate. Command code lambda delta omega three one seven. Execute."
The computer made several chirps, Josh got nervous thinking that it didn't work, when finally, "Command codes accepted; life support restoration underway."
"Computer is this ship equipped with an EMH program?"
"Affirmative."
Cool thought Josh. A plan began to form in his mind, a plan that would set him and the people close to him on a new evolutionary path. He busied himself at the computer station behind the transporter control. It always looked so easy on TV. The ship's crew just seemed to know instinctively which buttons to press to make the ship do what they wanted. I am going to have to take a crash course in 24th century computing he thought. Being a 21st century programmer won't cut it here, but then he noticed that the layout of the pads was station specific, but they could be changed with buttons at the top of the console to become any other station. He pressed the key for LCARS access. Well that is a pretty quick learning curve, he thought.
Just then the computer chimed, "Life support fully restored."
"Great. Computer can you guide me to Sickbay?"
"Affirmative. Take turbolift three to deck 6, section 4."
"Thank you." Josh step toward the doors and they slid open easily as he had seen on TV a hundred times, it just struck him as odd that this was still real. The twenty minutes he had been onboard had been spent in the transporter room and it just didn't seem real until that moment. As he walked down the ship's passageway the computer softly guided him with a light on the side panels. He reasoned that any new officer, even Will Riker, needed to get used to the layout of a new ship.
He made his way to sickbay. As soon as he entered the compartment he said, "Computer activate the Emergency Medical Holographic Program," which was immediately followed by a slight whooshing sound and the familiar words: "Please state the nature of the medical emergency."
Damn he even looks like Robert Picardo, thought Josh, about the actor that played the EMH on Star Trek: Voyager. "Well Doctor there is no emergency per se, but I need you to interface with the main computer and get an update on current ship's status."
The hologram cocked his head to one side and rolled his eyes. "So I assume that you are then the new commanding officer?" the hologram asked.
"Yes," Josh replied "And I need a complete physical exam."
"Very well," said the doctor as he walked to the main examination area of the sickbay. "I am designed to function as the entire medical staff, but you should have a supplemental crew member trained as medical staff as soon as possible."
"Thank you doctor."
Josh sat on the exam table as the doctor scanned him with the Feinberger. "You are 35 kilograms over your ideal weight." Josh rolled his eyes, not that the news was unexpected. He had never been able to maintain what most guys would have considered a decent weight. Since he had quit smoking (thank god!) almost three years ago, he had ballooned to almost 350 pounds at one point. Thankfully he was six feet, two inches tall so it didn't look too awful bad, but finding sex partners had been tough then. Even though he was in a relationship at the time, he and his former partner liked to occasionally add a third to their bed to make things interesting. When he had met Alex, Josh weighed only 235 pounds, not all of it lean muscle mass by any means, but he was comfortable with it and Alex had told him how sexy he thought it was.
But then the health problems had started, beginning with it becoming harder to breathe first thing in the morning, combined with the "smoker's cough" that he despised. So he made up his mind one day and went to see his doctor and asked him for a prescription for Zyban. With the help of the drug, Josh quit smoking in three weeks, after 14 years of puffing away ultimately up to almost two packs a day. With good intentions he joined a gym and worked out to replace the cigarettes in his life, but his job eventually became to demanding and the workouts lost out to earning money. Slowly over the course of the next year, he put on almost 100 pounds. He hated the fact that he had to go buy all new clothes and loathed his reflection in the mirror.
Then things between he and Alex went south and he was again alone. It was then that, strangely, the weight began to drop off. People began to notice that he was actually loosing mass. He realized that his unhappiness with Alex had translated to overeating and getting fat was a means of coping with the stress of a sour relationship. And so it came as no surprise that the holographic doctor standing before him told him that he was still almost 80 pounds over his ideal weight. "I am recommending a physical exercise regimen with a low carbohydrate, low fat, and high protein diet. I am instructing the replicator control system as to your restrictions. You can order anything you want, but the computer will change the molecular composition to comply with my medical restrictions. I also recommend that you increase the ship's gravity to 2 gees to facilitate physical exertion."
"Sounds good to me doc. Anything else?"
"Yes. You have not been exposed to modern medical care. I am inoculating you with all of the standard treatments that are necessary. You also have a mild heart condition and your lungs are in terrible shape." The doctor injected Josh with a hypospray. "This will reverse most of the damage, but you will need to have monthly check ups before I can give you a complete bill of health."
"Thank you Doctor. Now I have a question for you. I told you about how I came to be onboard. But I want to know about genetic manipulation."
"Gene therapy is not necessary for any of your ailments. You can simply loose weight by following a simple physical exercise routine, and a more healthy diet."
"That is not quite what I mean. I want to become an alien. Specifically, I want to be a cross between a Betazoid and a Vulcan."
The doctor looked incredulously at his new captain. "Might I ask why?"
"My earth is not like the sunny little planet you came from doctor. The human beings on my earth are a nasty greedy lot, ruled not by the rule of law and compassion for his fellow man, but by religious fervor and zealotry. I fear that soon, religious intolerance and hatred will overwhelm the people of this planet and we will be faced with a new wave of genocide and war the likes of which we have never seen. I want to free as many of my friends and family as I can from that, by becoming a new species, taking a new evolutionary path, and building a new civilizations on another planet. Humanity in this universe seems destined to tear itself apart with petty bickering about who has the bigger god. I am not ordering you to do this. Do you have the ability to leave sickbay?"
"Yes. I have a replicated copy of the Voyager mobile emitter."
"Good, I want you to look at the records the computer has gleaned about humanity here and give me your answer. I will not order you to do this – yet. I would rather you do it willingly after you see what a mess the people of this planet are in."
"Very well I will look into it. But I want you to be aware that in order for me to do this type of procedure against my better judgment, you will have to permanently disable my ethical subroutines and that is not recommended."
"I know it's not Doctor, I've seen what a hologram without ethics can do, believe me. I am turning control of your program to you, giving you the ability to turn yourself off and on at will, and making the mobile emitter available to you at all times if it is not already."
"It is."
"Great. Thank you doctor."
"Don't thank me yet. I may still say no."
"I know." Josh was worried he would say no. But what the doctor was not aware of was how brilliant of a programmer Josh actually was.
Chapter 2 -- The Holodeck
Having never before seen a starship from the inside, Josh felt a little overwhelmed. This thing was huge beyond his experience. Having served in the United States Navy aboard an aircraft carrier, he was used to an enormous ship, but this starship was way more than that. It was over two thousand two hundred feet long, which was over 6 football fields laid end to end. Almost as long as two Empire State building laid end to end. Then she was over 780 feet wide and 285 feet high. In other words this was a big fucking ship.
It never took very long to get anywhere though. The turbolifts were built with inertial dampers, so they went well over 300 miles per hour! The first place Josh decided to go was the Captains Quarters. He would after all be living there. Plus he desperately wanted to try the sonic shower and get a uniform. As he entered he was struck by how big it was. His apartment on the surface was only 700 square feet; this place was at least twice that. Divided into five rooms, a living area, the sleeping quarters, the dining area, his office, and the head, if that was the right term, no Navy sailor ever had it so good, even the Captains. Josh reasoned that since this was where the Captain had to go to get away from the rigors of ship command it should be nicer than most. There was a sonic shower, but there was also a bathtub/whirlpool tub, sauna and facilities with a bidet. Josh stripped off his clothes and tossed them into the waste chute, knowing they would be recycled into something else, possibly dinner; he thought and laughed to himself.
He stepped into the sonic shower and it activated. He had never felt anything like it. It felt like a body scrubber sponge was washing his entire body all at once. A trillion little brushes were moving all over his body. Despite himself he started to get an erection. Not wanting to waste his erection on a simple jerk he ignored it. He had plans for a holodeck later after he got some work done. "Computer measure me for a Captain's day uniform and replicate one for me." The computer chipped its acquiescence, but then added, "Right away Captain."
That caught Josh off guard. He had not told the computer of his plan to advance his "rank" to Captain. And usually from everything he had seen of the Star Trek universe, the computer rarely engaged the crew in a familiar fashion, but he only had thought about it in passing. The sonic shower was really driving him crazy, but he reluctantly turned it off, and stepped out of the cubical. It was really strange to feel so clean without having used any water. He felt positively glowing. Ten billion dead skin cells had been stripped from his body with out any physical contact; loose hair and any dirt clinging to him had also been swept away with a sonic wave. Some habits did still remain, as there was a towel next to him that he tried to wrap around his waist. Being that is was still a size 44 it didn't wrap completely around. Damn, he thought.
Sitting in the replicator was a standard duty uniform. Putting it on for the first time was a little tricky. There were no snaps, zippers, or Velcro, but the seams just disappeared when it was in the right place. It fit perfectly. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. This has got to be a dream, he thought, I am standing on a ship capable of taking me to another star in a matter of minutes. Yet he was incredibly unsure of himself and what he had undertaken. He had decided that he would be the man to lead the people of earth, which chose to go, down a new evolutionary path. Using the tools on this ship, he would create a new species, one that is based on trust, strength, and logical use of emotion; if there was such a thing.
It was almost one o'clock in the morning in Indiana where he was not long ago, and he was getting sleepy, he had so much to do. But he was also horny. Since he had realized where he was one thought was very near the surface of his brain: the holodeck.
"Computer, is it possible for the artificial gravity generators to function at a constant two gees with no long term damage to them?"
"Yes Captain, the artificial gravity generators are designed to function at zero to five gees for extended periods with no acceleration of normal wear."
Josh thought for a moment. "Computer tomorrow at 0400, increase the gravity ship wide from one gee to two gees, over a period of 16 hours."
"Yes Captain."
There it was again, that strange familiarity in the way the computer was responding to his orders.
"Computer can you point me to the nearest holodeck?"
"Yes Captain."
Josh stepped into the corridor and followed the lights to holodeck 6. He stepped in and began to set his banal plan in motion. "Computer, let's start with a human male, six feet three inches tall, 185 pounds, 3% body fat. No body hair, pubic and underarm hairs are OK." The computer chirped several times and a male form stood in the middle of the blank holodeck. He was almost perfect. "Computer increase the mass of his thighs, gluteal muscles by 8%." The man's ass cheeks increased in size and roundness. "Increase his pectoral muscles by 17%." His pecs grew larger on his chest. "Increase the lattisimus dorsi flare 20%." The "wings" on his back grew out. "Narrow his waste to a size 28 and increase the definition of the abdominal muscles." The orders were followed and before him now stood what he considered the perfect male specimen. "Give him an Australian accent from somewhere near Sydney. Save this holo image as Aiden one. Load a meadow scene with this character as the central player in an all male sex fantasy with him and I as the only participants."
"Program loaded Captain, have a good time."
This time Josh noticed the difference in the computer, but Aiden was waiting and the computer could be dealt with later. The Captain exited his quarters and walked down the corridor to the holodeck on this deck. It was reserved for the use of officers. When he entered, he was in a meadow. It was warm and the sunlight was filtering through the trees. Sitting on the bank of a small pond was the man that Josh had created moments ago. Aiden walked to the Captain and took him in his arms, looked into his eyes and said in his thick Australian accent, "G'day Cap'n," and Josh was under his command. The image of Aiden moved his head and kissed the new Captain of the USS Genolan and he was hooked. Aiden pressed his perfect body against Josh and began to seduce him.
His kisses were purposeful and conveyed a meaning that Josh was unaware a hologram could produce. He could smell his maleness and sank deeper into the fantasy. Aiden eased the Captain to the ground and began to remove his fresh uniform. Aiden planted kisses all over the Captain's broad chest and moved down to his nether regions. The Captain's erection was straining the fabric of his uniform begging to be released from its prison. Aiden removed the uniform trousers in one swift motion and swallowed Josh's cock to the root in one swift movement. Josh gasped and stroked Aiden's adroitness with his mouth. The sex was unlike anything Josh had ever experienced in his entire life. Josh and Aiden rolled on the grass, Aiden offering himself to the Captain. What the hell, thought Josh, he's just a hologram no chance to get any diseases. And so he slipped easily into the most perfect ass he had ever felt wrap around his dick. For whatever physical shortcomings people may have thought about Josh with is weight, he made up for it in the cock department. Nine inches of dick was nothing to sneeze at, but the hologram took it like a champ. Josh fucked and fucked without ever once hearing complaint about it being too big, or to take it out. When his orgasm finally came upon him for the first time in his life he unloaded his seed into his sex partner.
Josh lay back on the grass with his creation next to him, and rested in the afterglow of the sex. Actually at a loss for words because it had been so good, and what exactly does one say to a hologram that one had just savagely fucked? "Thanks man, that was great," was all Josh could come up with. "Anytime mate. I really enjoyed that, and not just because I was meant to. You really fucked me proper."
Josh blushed at the compliment. He stepped into the lake at the edge of the clearing and washed the remains of their love making off before he donned his uniform again. Josh was eager to get to the bridge and really begin to explore the ship. He also wanted to get in touch with Allen, his best friend and get him up here too. But all that would have to wait until tomorrow. He exited the holodeck and retraced his route back to his stateroom. Once he entered he realized that his cats were still in his apartment back on the surface. "Computer can you scan my location on the surface and locate two feline life signs in the immediate vicinity?"
"Affirmative Captain."
"Lock onto those two bio signs and beam them directly to my quarters."
In front of him, Josh saw the tell-tale signs of the transporter beam, roughly in the shape of his two cats, coalesce in the middle of his quarters. If the beam had a bad effect on him the first time it was twice as bad for the cats. Both of them were puffed up to twice their normal size and although not paralyzed, seemingly too afraid to move. Tobey the gray tabby, calmed down almost immediately, but Moby, the albino Siamese, shot off at warp speed looking for a place to hide.
Josh walked into the bedroom, shucked the uniform he had put on less than two hours ago and dropped it into the recycle chute. Climbed into the bed, that was like laying on a cloud and said "Computer, turn out the lights and wake me at 0900."
"Good night Captain."
Chapter 3 -- The Bridge
Josh