Per-Verse

Boldly 1/?

Xander sat in the black waiting area and sighed as he rubbed his head in stress, the free play had not turned out exactly as he had wanted. With both Dawn and Willow still at his girlfriends, he had somehow managed to also get Marcy Ross and Sharon as some sort of strange offside sexual relationship, and he now had a month long commission to impregnate Harmony's girlfriend.





In the end the stress involved had simply caused more anxiety than he wanted in the so-called vacation server that he had chosen.





And while the sex was good, the drama involved in a four or five way relationship was just a bit more than he could handle at the moment.





Xander took a moment and looked up at his points and score record, he swiped it all aside before hitting the change server option angrily.





Scrolling through them, Xander once again considered the Superpower Server before he skipped it once more and continued reading down further.





Xander smiled to himself as he tapped the sci-fi option, he was mildly surprised when a pop-up text box appeared with a warning.





Warning: Genre Server change, all advanced items and abilities will be returned for a point score equal in value to their total worth that may be used in the new Genre server.





You currently have six (6) party members, you currently have zero (0) party members capable of following you to the new server, please increase reputation with party members to allow them to join you in the new server.





All items and abilities will be saved on the home server for your return.





Would you like to allow an AI to continue in your place on the home server?





Yes/No





Xander tapped the No option, he watched watched as his points skyrocketed back up to above where they were before he started in the Per-verse.





When his total points finally stopped rising, Xader tapped the next arrow and was surprised at the number of options he had in the sci-fi category; Star Trek, Star Wars, Babylon 5, Riddick, Voltron, Gundam Wing, Tron. The list seem to go on infinitely.





Finally Xander tapped on the Star Trek option. After he touched the continue button Xander was surprised when a person appeared much like his avatar in the original world





Welcome to character Creation, please select your species:





Human





Vulcan





Romulan





Klingon





Ferengi





As he swiped through the vast array of species Xander was shocked at the cost some of them required. For example, to start off as a member of the 'Q' would cost a dozen times his current points total.





After some browsing, Xander spun the options back and chose the default human character before he tapped the next arrow.





His next option was based on his affiliation, Federation being the default. Xander choose that before another drop down list was offered. This one was filled with options like Starfleet, merchant commission, planetary militia, military combat contractors and the like.





Frowning at the list, Xander tapped on the help option, he was surprised to find that the Starfleet of this universe was not the end-all be-all arm of the Federation military. they were simply the biggest and the most likely to do things like Explore or engage in wars.





After some consideration Xander decided to forgo the Starfleet uniform, he tapped the MCC option and then confirmed the choice. From what he could tell, the MCC's where the Federations answer to police and security forces in the galaxy.





While Starfleet explored the strange and new, with short periods of time broken up by wars, the MCC's were busy patrolling the tried and true. Securing trade lanes, fighting pirates, and hunting down fugitives from Federation justice.





The upside to this option was he would almost always be close to help and repair.





The downside was that he would have to pay for said help and repair out of his own pocket and he was limited to medium cruisers for the duration of the game.





Frowning at that, Xander continued on with his character creation and pondered his captaincy options momentarily





The main options being Starfleet, pirate, and merchant trained.





Each offered its own pros and cons to him, his ship, and his crew. Starfleet, for example, offered the greatest bonuses but also required him to follow things like the prime directive or risk severe penalties.





Merchants offered the highest rate of returns on things like bartering and repairs but the lowest levels for combat and mission options.





Finally Xander pulled up the pirate trained option, he looked it over before tapping the accept button.





While he would be look down on by the Federation and distrusted by most planetary governments to start with, the combat boosts and added options for the seedier part of the Federation made it worthwhile.





Next came his own stats which allowed him to finally use his points.





He boosted his charisma dexterity and fortitude to high, made sure to toss some extra points into luck before he moved over and added an extra five points to his command ability which bumped it up from 2/10 to 7/10 and added additional bonuses to combat and loyalty from his crew.





Next he planned to add a level of each ability so he could build them up in the game but by the time he added the seventh skill the cost to add more had skyrocketed well beyond his ability to pay.





For a few minutes Xander played around with the options before he decided that he could have three maybe four skills and abilities before the cost became prohibitive.





With a sigh he dropped his skills and abilities back to the base and decided to add only skills that would be directly useful, he would simply hire crewmembers and command staff to handle the rest.





Navigation, piloting, space and ground tactics and diplomacy and bartering were chosen before he dropped ground tactics and piloting to save resources.





He added the silver tongue perk, glanced over his choices, and accepted the options. Thus chosen, the final option was to add any mods to the server, for a moment Xander considered the Condom before he shook his head and hit the accept button.





Xander sat back as information flooded his mind to flush out his background. He tried to keep focused on who and what he was as another entire life filled his mind.





The weirdest stuff was the common knowledge of this new universe; the fact that he was almost 30 years in the future from what he remembered of the Star Trek universe, the destruction of the Romulan homeworld, Spock going back in time, an alternate timeline, and Starfleet allowing certain paramilitary groups to operate.





In all it confused the geek greatly.





And then came his personal history.





He was raised on a backwater world, under the shadow of a Klingon raid, on a small border planet. He remembered his 15th birthday, where he was shanghaied into the crew of an anti-Cardassian privateer, the years as he worked his way up to second-in-command, and finally the day three weeks ago when the captain had handed him a stack of credits and and all but ordered him to 'go home and settle down'.





Not that he had that option. His memories brought up the one time he had tried to settle several years back, the planetary governor had ordered him off the planet within three months.





No his place was in space on a ship, nothing else would do.





So his persona had taken the last two weeks and studied the required exam before he purchased a certification as an MCC privateer. The vast majority of his money had then been spent on an ancient, derelict piece of scrap he was now the proud owner of.





--








New Mission: A ship and a crew... Well a ship at least...


You have attained a starship now it is time to find a crew


Reward: 500 points + 500 per above average crew member you convince to join.





New Mission: Ship shape


You have obtained a starship, you now need to prepare it for the coming adventure


Reward: +5000 points





“Enjoy your purchase, and if you have any further buying needs don’t forget ‘Honest’ Galek’s used ship emporium.” the Ferengi said with a tooth filled smile before he disappeared into the massive collection of ships and parts that made up the bulk of the so called ‘Emporium’.





Xander looked his recent purchase over and shook his head at the folly of it all before he headed aboard to see what he had to work with.





The positively ancient Shi'Kahr class light cruiser looked great. Far better than the comparable Maranda class in his price range. Said looks were about the only thing that the heap of scrap had going for it.





If the Ferengi was to be believed, the ship had been found derelict and abandoned in the radiation cloud near the Cardassian Badlands.





From the damage, he would've guessed that it had been caught in a Cardassian security sweep before it spent a decade or so being picked over by pirates and scavengers until somebody sold the location of it to 'Honest' Galek.





After using it to ram asteroids.





Xander shook his head as he read over the available information and quickly realized just how crooked honest Galek was, the Ferengi had gotten the ship for a song and then slapped a dozen ancient underpowered class one systems in place and called it a starship.





A starship that Xander I just bought at a premium price.





Xander growled at the con job he had fallen for, but he ignored the urge to try and get his money back. While he may be in the future, he knew the rules of acquisition well enough to figure out how well that would work for him.





With a sigh, Xander sat down in the captain’s chair and frowned at how uncomfortable it was before he added it to the list of upgrades he both needed and wanted.





--





Xander tapped through the PADD as he looked for somewhere nearby he could pick up a crew and some upgrades. After several minutes he finally settled on a nearby planet with a spaceport and station in orbit.





Xander worked his way through the ungodly slow and complicated start up process to get his ship to move. While the ship was made for a crew of 200 with 3 main command crew, one person could, in theory, run it; if they were okay that it acted like a drunk whale trying to mate with a garbage scow.





Slowly Xander pulled the ship out of the dock, set the destination into the Nav computer, and then lit up the warp drives. The buildup seemed to take an eternity before the entire ship lurched forward and he rocketed into warp for the first time.





Well he said rocket, but at a maximum cruising speed of warp 2.11, the computer calculated that it would take 18 hours before they arrived at his destination.





Eighteen hours where he couldn't sleep, no food was available, only basic water, and the only entertainment available was a free copy of the ancient Earth game minesweeper.





Needless to say, some extra items were quickly added to the ships need and want lists.





Many, many, many hours later and the ungodly monotony was broken by a horrible squall from the COM station.





Xander reached over and hit the necessary button to open the channel and responded as pleasantly as he could after his forced incarceration onboard his own vessel.





"This is the MCC-" he began only to be cut off as a rather irate Nuasacaan face appeared on the screen.





"I don't care who you are or what you're called," The man said with a sneer before he tapped something into his system and a docking port lit up on Xander's flight screen. "Dock there and declare your reason for visit to the dock master," he growled before cutting the communication line.





Xander glared at the screen for a moment before he growled to himself and moved to wrestle the giant ship into place on the space station.





Admittedly, the dockmaster should've offered to haul him in to avoid any damages, but Xander's reputation as a pirate seem to be hitting him early on in the game as the small Bolian simply watched him struggle.





After what felt like hours he managed to activate the appropriate systems onboard for the moorings and pulled himself into dock.





Xander wiped the sweat from his brow and took a minute to compose himself before he headed out to have very short, pointy words with the dockmaster.





Almost an hour later Xander was finally finished with the dockmaster and managed to start exploring the station.





At which point he discovered that outside of a few ne'er-do-wells and the local underbelly of the station he was persona-non-grata for most of the rest. Of those who would give him the time of day the vast majority of them would have likely been run out of Mos Isley by the locals as unwanted riff-raff.





His reputation as a pirate having already been spread throughout the station as he was held up by the dockmaster, Xander finally settled for growling in annoyance at the latest dead end before he finally headed for the shipwrights to upgrade some systems before he moved on.





At the the station’s resident ship builder and upgrader Xander was surprised when instead of receiving a cold shoulder or a rude gesture the older man simply waved him in with a smile.





"Come in lad, come in, l saw your ship bumbling into dock and just knew I would be seeing you soon." The older man said with a smile as he reached out and pumped Xander’s hand enthusiastically. "Milo Dreg, philosopher, poet, pirate and everything in between." Milo introduced himself pleasantly as Xander raised an eyebrow at that causing the man to chuckle. "Well, at least I was a lifetime or two ago," the Trill explained with the same infectious smile.





"Well friend my name is Xander Harris, captain, lover, confirmed badass, and alleged pirate." Xander quipped back before he turned to the bay window and the sight of his ship as it floated beyond. "And that pile of rust is my own MCC NightHawk, a bigger bucket of bolts you won't find anywhere outside of 'Honest' Galek's used ship emporium."





Milo Nodded as he looked over the lines of the Vulcan designed Shi'Kahr class light cruiser "If she is one of Galek's, then you are probably looking at equipment more basic than a first warp flight, the con artist has a habit of stripping anything he can off and replacing it with basics that would be outdated on the original Enterprise." Milo said and scoffed at the Ferengi's business model. "And they call us pirates," he said lightly before getting down to business. "Basic upgrades to all systems so it's at least livable will cost around 5000 energy credits. It makes the ship livable if not comfortable, 10000 for for deluxe and 50000 for ambassador class, deluxe make it comfortable and ambassador makes it pleasant. Anything above that and I would recommend you upgrade the ship first."





"That covers what precisely?" Xander questioned before Milo pulled up something on a PADD and passed it over to him.





"Basically everything you deal with daily; beds, chairs, consoles, food and water replicators, entertainment and even halls, walls and doors," he explained as Xander went over everything the basics seemed to cover and nodded. "Let's go with the deluxe, it's a bit pricey but honestly I expect to spend more time onboard than off." Xander said as the Trill nodded and tapped away at the PADD.





"Next up is everything else, what do you want upgraded and how much do you want it."





Xander looked over the information and sighed before he double checked his funds "Engines are a must, even if my ship is nice I still want to get from point A to point B in a timely manner," Xander explained as Milo nodded and brought up some options for Xander to consider.





"I would recommend the class two warp nacelle, that would get you up to warp five easily enough. It won't give you much beyond that even in a pinch, but it's better than the junk you have now. And as an added bonus impulse would almost double, I could have it installed in a couple of days, total cost would be around twenty five hundred credits," Milo said said as Xander looked the options over with a frown before he glanced up at the Trill.





"How about we not tack on the rush work and we agree on two thousand," Xander asked as he saw the slight markup on the work order.





"Fine," Milo complained slightly as he crossed the scheduling markup off and agreed to the engine upgrade. "Next up is weapons and shields, I can sell you a class five Polaron shield system for the low low price of 50,000 credits, a steal really." He said as Xander just stared at him.





Xander blinked at that for a moment before he frowned "You were joined with a Ferengi in your past life weren't you?" he questioned at the ludicrous option.





Milo scowled at the boy for a moment before he settled for a snort of contempt at the comment "There's no reason to be insulting. Besides, do you have any idea how long I've been trying to offload that piece of crap?" He grumbled and pulled up some other options.





Xander looked the over and settled for what looked like the best option in his current financial state. "How about we go with the class three neutrino shield for seven thousand and you throw in a class five communication system for free."





Milo quickly countered the offer with one of his own. "I can do the class III shield for seven, but the communications will be five hundred on a class four." He offered and smiled at Xander’s nod. "As for weapons, we can go with the basic phasers and torpedo combo. Or if you're looking to be a bit more adventurous I have a delightful pair of class four series Romulan disruptors In stock that will be sure to ruin anyone's day."





Xander glanced over the offered weapons and was mildly surprised at the price tag, at his look Milo shrugged.





"The Federation is looking to start taxing the sale of disruptor above class three and I would rather not have them in stock when the inspectors come by to write me up." He explained as Xander nodded in understanding.





"Alright 10,000 for the disruptors and torpedo combo, but I want you to upgrade the transporters as well," Xander bartered.





For a moment it look like Milo would refuse before the Trill decided on a counter offer.





"Agreed, but you have to do a job for me." He offered before he pressed forward with the deal, "A couple hundred Bolians are headed for the Sigma Tua sector, they are looking for transport and I am looking to make some credits."





Xander considered the option for a few moments before he finally nodded and held out his hand "I get ten percent,” he offered and smiled as Milo shook his hand in agreement.





29500 credits later and Xander had spent just 500 credits less than his ship cost to begin with.





Overall though he was pleased. He now had a ship that wouldn't fall apart at the first sneeze, now all he had to do was worry about finding a crew.





Mission completed: shipshape +5000 points





New mission: Hi Ho Hi Ho...


The dilithium mining operation in Sigma Tua is looking for new workers


Reward: +500 credits +5 to reputation with Sigma Tua mining.





Three wasted days later Xander discovered just how much his reputation as a pirate hurt him, in the three days of searching he had managed to get five untrained crew members and two bridge officers, one of which had been arrested for drug smuggling and the other was a drunk that didn't even remember signing on.





In all it was the definition of a wasted couple of days. Xander ran his hands through his hair in frustration and growled to himself as he stood in the central Plaza. He finally sighed as he brought up the PADD and with a few quick taps activated the Condom he had and applied it to the sever.





The results staggered him. While nothing actively changed in front of him, the number of females entering the plaza skyrocketed.





Xander blinked as he looked around he felt the memories from this universe shift slightly, most of it filled with a variety of sexual exploits that would make Captain James Tiberius Kirk blush.





After all, as the Ferengi would say, being male is a resource in limited quantity.





From what he could determine, the females outnumbered the males between two and three hundred to one depending on the species.





Another change was the amount of flesh being shown. While the original universe had been focused on skin tight and curve hugging uniforms, the new standard could easily be called lingerie in most of the more risque universes.





Xander felt his eyes follow the sway of a Romulan’s ass as she pranced past dressed in a series of inch wide latex straps across her body. His eyes were glued to her form as she made it to her table and greeted her waiting companion by leaning over the table and locking lips with the Andorian female. Almost thirty seconds later Xander realized he had stopped breathing and took a deep breath to avoid the embarrassment of having passed out at the sudden show. As he regained his breath, Xander glanced back and noticed several new details.





The first was the romulan had moved down and was sucking on her companion’s neck as the blue skinned alien threw her head back, exposing herself to the continued attack of her lover’s lips. As the Romulan humped herself against the table gently, the straps doing little to cover her, she moved two fingers down the body of the other alien. Xander watched as she spread her lover’s pussy lips with her ring and index fingers as her longest digit worked it's way into her core.





Xander blinked and reminded himself to breathe. He finally managed to look beyond the two and saw the reflected image of the Romulan. Her eyes remained glued to him as she played with her lover in the middle of the public plaza.





Finally being discovered, the sexy female broke off her attack on her friend and lover. She took a moment to adjust her straps back into place before she kissed the Andorian on the lips to break the sex haze her friend was in. She then grabbed her friend’s hand and tugged her out of the seat before she dragged her over to Xander’s table.





As they approached Xander took in the blue skinned female’s dress sense and guessed that she was the less outgoing member of the duo. While sexy, the leather corset and tight black pants were head and shoulders more modest than her friend’s chosen form of undress.





Unfortunately he didn't have long to admire the two before they reached him. The Romulan pulled out the chair closest to him and pressed her friend down into place before she took a seat on the Andorian’s lap and smiled at Xander.





"Hello Captain. I am T'Vrell, Romulan tactical specialist with a focus on weapons enhancement and tactical response teams." She explained seriously before turning to smile at her seat for a moment. "And this is Mendril, Andorian Science officer specializing in energy effects on Tycans rifts and other spatial anomalies and the sexiest blue ass in the Alpha Quadrant."





Mendril buried her face in her lover's neck as a purple color flushed her face and down her neck. She blushed in embarrassment at the topic of her ass being brought up in front of the male.





Xander smiled at the duo and pushed the bottle of SyntAle over to them. He watched as T'Vrell took a heavy swig from the bottle before she set it back down.





"Now, right to business, we've seen your ship, we know you have been looking for a crew. And, after talking it over, we decided we are the women for you," T'Vrell said seriously as Xander leaned back in the chair to consider the sudden change of fortune he found himself in.





After a moment’s consideration Xander finally decided to be blunt with the two. “What’s the catch?” he asked and was surprised by the response.





“BABIES!” Mendril shouted before blushing furiously again and hiding in T’Vrell’s hair.





The Romulan gently petted her lover’s head and shrugged at Xander’s look before she continued the negotiations “Like she said, we want babies, one each per year until at least one of us has a boy.” T’vrell explained as she continued to comfort her embarrassed lover. She gently ran a finger along her antenna and enjoyed the shiver her seat gave at the touch.





After a moment’s thought Xander finally hit on the reason for such a deal. In both the remains of the Romulan and the Andorian homeworlds, a female who gives birth to a male is considered honored and the species as a whole comes together to support them for the rest of their lives, a sort of retirement for continuing the species.





Xander leaned back and considered the offer, while he would make sure they were taken care of while aboard his ship they were asking him to make sure they were established afterwards but at the cost of his children. “What if they are girls?”





T'Vrell blinked at the question and looked down at Mendril before back at him “You're the first to ever ask that,” she explained before she took another swig from the bottle. “Our daughters will be sent back to the homeworld, the community crèche will raise them to be productive members of society,” she explained as she brought up several items on the raising of children among the federation planets “Each child is DNA tested at several points along their lives in an attempt to find the cause of gender imbalance.”





Xander knew from his new memories, both males and females were tested quite a lot during their lives, males especially.





Over the centuries the research that had gone into finding the cause of the imbalance had dwarfed everything but weapons technology, to date everything had failed.





Gene therapy, cloning, chromosome manipulation, prayer.





Everything imaginable had been tried and been found wanting. Yet even with the imbalance the population had continued to rise, primarily due to the increased sexual proliferation across the species lines.





This had of course led to multiple wars as the need for males had risen among disparate groups, one raiding the other or employing draconian breeding campaigns that had turned males into little more than breeding studs.





Of the two, war had actually proven more successful at producing male heirs as males that were forced to breed had a statistical decrease in the production of males by an order of magnitude.





In the end it was decided that some greater power was forcing the issue and the males were left to their own devices on the understanding that they had a duty to procreate.





Or as the ad campaign put it ‘Think of the Children’.





Leaning forward, Xander decided that he much prefered this option to the drunks and thieves he had struggled with before using the mod. "Alright, you now have the science and tactical positions, I will be looking for duty officers for the other shifts as well as an engineer and a medical officer. After that we will have the command staff squared away and hopefully we can scrounge up a crew in the next couple of days before the job."





T'Vrell nodded in understanding of the added needs of the ship before glancing over the transport mission Xander had agreed to and shrugging. "Why not flesh it out temporarily with the cargo? Most of the Bolians will have a basic understanding of how to run a ship and you will have a much better recruitment pool in Sigma Tua than you would around here. Drop off the workers, keep the ones who want to stay on board and recruit from the Sigma Tua visitors for the rest."





Xander nodded at the idea, as he considered it for a moment. After careful consideration he decided to go with that as plan. He would still look for others around the station but given his reputation as a pirate he doubted he would get very many more options. "Alright, you know where to be, shipboard construction should be finished by the end of the day, we ship out tomorrow morning at eleven hundred hours."





As the two nodded happily at their new positions they quickly excused themselves and went to 'celebrate'.





And while he was both offered and tempted to join Xander felt it was necessary to put his full efforts into finding a crew.





Several hours later Xander concluded that his time had been once again wasted and he would have been better off 'celebrating' with T'Vrell and Mendril.





He finished off his drink and nodded to the bartender after paying his tab. He made his way towards the Nighthawk, it would be nice to sleep in his own bed finally.





As he made it to the docking ring, Xander was caught off guard by the rather heavy hand that landed on his shoulder and pulled him into an unmonitored alley before he was slammed up against the wall and a massive hand slapped over his mouth to silence him.





Taking in his attacker, Xander was surprised to find the massive form belonged to a female Nausicaan dressed in a surprisingly tight fitting red kimono with a white cherry tree embroidered on the side.





"You will be silent?" the seven foot alien asked in a serious tone. When Xander nodded, she removed her hand and let Xander down from his pinned position but still stood ready should he attempt to flee. "Haecon," she said with a slight bow before she noticed his confusion "Is my name, you are the captain? The Xander?"





Xander adjusted his clothes so he wasn't quite so ruffled and nodded once before he coughed, "Yeah, I'm Xander what can I do for you, Haecon?"





She snapped to attention in an obviously well practiced move before she bowed slightly as she took a half step back "Haecon is Doctor, very good at the saving of lives. Haecon is in need of medical bay for the saving of lives. Haecon is willing to serve on board the Nighthawk for a time of three years under the captain, the Xander," she said before looking at him again. "There are rules, unbroken. First is the negative sex between Haecon and the captain, the Xander. Second is my daughter, pilot. She will be moving the ship for the same times. Third is my daughter, pilot is to be having negative sex with the captain, the Xander unless she is wanting it." she explained before the massive alien leaned into Xander’s personal space again. "Any breaking of these rules and Haecon will remove male parts from the captain, the Xander before strangling the captain, the Xander with Haecon's own hands."





And honestly, Xander believed her. Not only was the large woman willing, but the way she had manhandled him was evidence that she was more than capable of carrying out her threat.





Xander nodded in agreement before he finally pointed towards the airlock he had been kidnapped out of. "We leave tomorrow at eleven, I will not approach Haecon or her daughter for sex unless approached," Xander swore before the large medic mimicked his nod and walked off to collect what she needed for the following day.





Xander shook his head at the odd turn his life had taken in the last few hours before he headed for the ship to get some sleep. It was a testament to how strange his life had gotten that he was actually troubled that Haecon hadn’t demanded sex from him.





--





The next day at ten Xander stood in the entrance bay of his newly refitted ship to greet the passengers that he would be transport. Behind him stood T'Vrell, Haecon, Mendril, and a small Nausicaan female he assumed was his new pilot but had yet to get a name out of.





With a final nod Xander hit the hatch access button and stepped back as his passengers stepped on board. He was shocked as a wave of blue skinned females filed past into the hallway and took up position along one side, each had a single silver earring dangling from their left ear and they were dressed in a variety of skimpy clothes. He honestly felt like he was in the middle of a Victoria's Secret parade for a bit until all two hundred females were on board and lined up two deep in the entry hall.





The final person to enter was an older Bolian female dressed in a deep purple cocktail dress with a bright gold earring dangling from her left ear. "Good day, Captain. I am Mistress Kimm. I thank you for the use of your ship. While we are on board you may have the use of any of my girls, providing they are willing. And as I understand you are short staffed, I offer the services of ten of my best as duty officers until we reach our destination," the regal woman said as ten of the girls stepped forward and bowed slightly.





It took a moment to reboot his mind before Xander bowed to the ten girls and then again to the Mistress that had offered their services. "I think you Mistress Kim for the offer and gladly accept. With luck it will be a two week journey., We will be crossing an area of Tholian space and an area with a history of pirate attacks. Neither of them have been active in the past six months, so I don't anticipate any trouble." Xander explained to the assembled ladies as his inner scooby screamed in rage and hit every panic button it could reach at his words.





Unfortunately the Bolian Mistress did not have the advantage of telepathy and therefore simply nodded politely before ushering her workers down the hall and towards their assigned quarters.





As the ten new girls stood ready, T'Vrell took charge of the new duty officers and moved to get them in place to run the ship after the command crew, leaving Haecon, her daughter, and Mendril to take the ship out and begin the journey.





As they headed for the bridge Xander fell back behind the trio and took a moment to pull out his PADD and with a few quick swipes had the mission pulled up.








New mission: Hi Ho Hi Ho...


The Brothel House of Sigma Tua is running low on workers, escort the 'escorts' to the system and get them settled in.


Reward: +500 credits +5 to reputation with Sigma Tua Brothels, +5 reputation with Mistress Kimm.


Bonus Objective (Easy): You can earn the loyalty of duty officers if your reputation with them is higher than Mistress Kimm's at the end of the mission.


Bonus Objective (Moderate): You have a free pass with the new girls of Sigma Tua, enjoy the chance and pleasure twenty girls to earn a special reputation with the Sigma Tua brothel


Bonus Objective (Hard): You can earn a free pass to the Sigma Tua brothel if you manage to earn Mistress Kimms affection, be aware she is very hard to please.





As he read through the bonus options, Xander finally realized what he had been doing wrong, both here and in the Sunnydale game.





Xander took a moment to shift through the options before he pulled up his character and with a few quick choices made some drastic modifications to his character. First his endurance was increased several times, as well as his charisma. Combined, the two would make it easy to charm and pleasure those that were interested before he moved over to the perks section and browsed for a bit.





He unlocked and bought the Silver Tongue perk as well as the Well Endowed aspect. Xander frowned as his points total took a dive after just those two. He carefully looked for anything else that would help him in a world dominated by sex and frowned as two options finally popped out at him.





Alpha Breed (Patriarch): the Alpha Bloodline breeds true, your sons will follow in the footsteps of their father. 50% chance of having sons, -50% chance of impregnating partner





Viking in the Sack: your sexual exploits and energy are well known, in the ultimate endurance race you are the champion. Sexual energy +50% Sexual Endurance +50% all sexual status ailments +25%





Xander looked between the two and considered his options. What would be the most beneficial? While the first was almost guarenteed to make him important both here and in the Sunnydale game, he was also sure that he would end up being sexed to death within a short amount of time without the second.





Unfortunately he didn't have the points for both and that left him in a bit of a pickle. After thinking about it Xander finally chose the Alpha Breed choice and made a mental note to buy the Viking in the Sack perk at the earliest point.





If he was lucky nobody would notice the sudden increase in males being born and track it back to him before he managed to make the purchase.





He closed the PADD and looked up, Xander frowned at the empty hallway before he shrugged and headed for the bridge. Thankfully the Turbolift had been upgraded to standard and he didn't have to wait long before the doors slid open to reveal Mendril and Haecon’s daughter standing by their stations patiently.





Xander nodded to the two and took his seat. After a moment's confusion he gave a slight cough drawing the pilot’s attention "Sorry we weren't introduced earlier. You are?"





The petite Nausicaan stood quickly and bowed at the waist before she smiled. "Sorry, Captain, I thought my mother would have handled things. I am Pilot, navigations specialist, second in my class from the Feringnar Union school," she explained as Xander raised an eyebrow.





“Yes, but what’s your name?” Xander asked impatiently.





“My name is Pilot,” she said.





"Pilot?"





She rolled her eyes and nodded unhappily, "My mother didn't want any confusion about my future career path," she explained and Xander had to nod at that particular fact. With a name like that there were few options available for someone, ancient Roman governors notwithstanding.





Xander sat back in the comfortable leather seat and made sure that all the required lights were green. "Very well, Pilot, lets take us out and set course for the Sigma Tua system."





As the ship pulled out of dock Xander marvelled at how smooth everything seemed to be. For a second he wanted to make the excuse that the engine upgrades had something to do with it before he mentally slapped himself across the face as he watched Pilot’s hands glide across the control panel. Odds were good she could have made the old piece of junk dance just as easily.





"Engines are hot and traffic control... well they said some very rude things about your parentage but I am going to assume we are free to depart," Pilot said with a frown.





Xander leaned forward in anticipation as he said the one phrase he had traveled to this universe for. "Engage."





With a surge of energy the M.C.C. Nighthawk shot to warp 4.5 and for the first time since he arrived, Xander felt his inner fan boy geek out at exactly where he was.





"Warp established, all stations report clear, all hands are ready to stand down," Mendil reported as T'Vrell entered the bridge with a trio of the Bolian Duty officers ready to take over until something important happened.





Xander nodded and stood from the chair as he smiled "Make it so," he said and had to fight the geeky giggle that threatened to claw it's way out, "T'Vrell."





The Romulan turned to the trio she had brought with her to the bridge "Xensi you have navigation, Yip you are to oversee science and communications, and Bit is in command," she ordered as the three snapped to attention and quickly moved to their positions letting Xander, Mendil, and Pilot go about with their lives until something came up that they were needed for.





As the command crew left the bridge, Xander was stopped by one of the ten Bolians Mistress Kimm had indicated. The blue skinned alien bowed to the command crew. “I apologize for the interruption, Sir,” she said before she stood up. “My name is Tip, medical assistant to Haecon during this journey. Haecon has ordered a physical assessment for the command staff to be completed immediately. Captain, please follow me to the holodeck for the physical assessment. Each of the command crew has a scheduled appointment posted on their orders list.”





Xander glanced at the rest of the staff before he gave a shrug and followed Tip. The trip to the holodeck was thankfully rather short with the journey only being interrupted by a Turbolift ride down to decks, he spent the ride admiring the tight sports bra and shorts that showed off his companion’s legs and toned abs nicely.





Xander followed Tip down the hall to the Holodeck and admired the tight movement of her ass as it swayed in front of him.





When he entered the Holodeck Xander was shocked at the massive gym that filled the room, most of the workout equipment that was both terrifying and alien.





Thankfully the first objective was a treadmill. Changing into his workout clothes, Xander smiled as the shorts and shirt combo was at least familiar.





The set up was quickly in place and Xander found himself jogging behind the mesmerizing form of Tip as she bounced along in front of him. His attention was so focused on the alien’s swaying ass that the ten minute run was over before he knew it.





Gently shifting his erection to a less obvious position, Xander fought down the blush as Tip watched him adjust himself to a more comfortable position. Moving him through the different stations, Xander found that Tip was quickly becoming more and more excited and seemed to take great pleasure in teasing him at each station.





Almost an hour later Xander found himself at the final station, the bicep curls. The Bolian nurse knelt beside him, her sports top clung to her form like a second skin as she mirrored his exhausted panting with her own far more excited breathing.





As he began to work out, Tip leaned forward and began to rub her hands across his sweat soaked body and smiled at his look.





She whispered to him, "Don't stop until I tell you to stop. No matter what." He was at eight reps and he seemed to subtly nod in agreement but remained silent.





Tip started massaging Xander’s chest and found her hands slowly working down his torso. She was leaving his pecs and moving into his upper abdominals when he passed fourteen reps.





By his twentieth rep, Tip's hands were almost at his waistline. On the twenty second her left hand moved to the middle of his belly, and her right hand slipped under the elastic of his workout shorts. He started breathing just a bit heavier but continued with the exercise as instructed.





At twenty eight, she made her move. Her right hand pushed further under Xander's waistband and she grabbed his manhood finding it firm, erect and bulging slightly with each rep of the bicep curls that he was continuing to execute with near perfect form.





She started stroking his shaft in time with his bicep curls and after five more reps, whispered in his ear, "You can stop now."





She kissed his cheek, rose from where she was still sitting behind him, and motioned for him to stand up.





She turned him around to face her and slipped each of her index fingers under his waistband above each hip, pushing his shorts down letting them fall to his ankles making it very obvious that Xander was perhaps almost as excited as she was!





Tip motioned for him to sit back down, this time facing backwards on the machine and leaning his back on the armrest. Without thinking, she kneeled in front of him grabbed his engorged shaft with her right hand and licked him with her tongue starting at the base of his shaft moving to the tip.





Xander gasped just a bit as she reached his most sensitive spot just to find her look up at him and smile. She said, "Fifty reps. You can come then. Not any before and not any after."





Her lips took Xander's swollen head between them as her tongue caressed the sensitive tip. Her hand stroked up and down in time with her mouth's motion and she counted silently to herself knowing that Xander would be counting too.





At twenty reps, she felt him shudder just a bit and she squeezed tightly with her hand reminding him to keep control.





She started circling his head with her tongue at thirty reps and by thirty five he was breathing faster and much harder.





When she hit rep forty five, she grasped more firmly with her right hand and became more deliberate with each of her strokes.





At forty eight, he was starting to moan and she knew that the timing was working out perfectly.





On the forty ninth stroke, Xander inhaled deeply as his manhood swelled even larger - beyond what Tip had expected.





As she finished the set, Tip pushed Xander's cock deeply into her mouth just in time to feel his orgasm begin as hot, salty fluid forced its way into her throat. The Bolian moaned at the taste before she reluctantly moved her head off and aimed the cock at the specimen cup she had brought for just such an occasion.





Tip continued; her hands’ motion slower and slower until after twenty more reps Xander sighed and relaxed. His orgasm and physical assessment complete, she swallowed the last of his seed and released him, gently leaning forward to suck on his cock gently to gather the last drops.





Standing up, Tip smiled and licked her lips as she closed off the specimen jar. “Assessment complete Captain. I will get this to Haecon immediately,” the Bolian said happily before she pranced out the the archway and headed for medical.





Resting his head on the workout machine, Xander took a few minutes to catch his breath and smiled.





Blue Balls Flawed Removed








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(A/N) I do not own BtVS or Startrek...





There will be crossovers, this one is based off the star trek online games, some will be clean, many will be perverted, but Xander will always return to the Per-Verse he started in.





I did want to wait until the end of season 1 for him to cross over but I realized that Xander was still treating the Per-Verse like he did the love spell.





So I needed something to kick him out of it if things didn't get bogged down in drama.





So he took a detour and discovered that even in places like the Star Trek Univese life can be dull and boring... Hopefully making it a perverted version will make it more exciting.





I am sorry if you do not like the Star Trek universe, he will return to Sunnydale soon.





For the record, only one person picked up on the hint/tease in the last chapter, hopefully this means I am beginning to pick up on the subtle ways.