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Chapter 55: the cause

Captain’s log Stardate 57777.6 - One of the members of our crew, Lieutenant Mark Junii, has had an emotional outburst during which he sabotaged the ship, resulting in the loss of half our dilithium crystals, which reduces our maximum speed to warp 5. It is unknown what the cause is of the emotional distress that led to this incident.

Deep Space - USS Argos - corridor

Ensign Gazali was walking down the corridor near Transporter Room 1 when he heard a faint telepathic message. It was not directed at him, but the intensity of it made it noticeable. Apparently someone needed aid with explosives? Knowing that the use of explosives was inappropriate on board a Starship in Deep Space, the Talosian officer decided to follow the message back to it’s source.

When he stepped into Transporter Room 1, there was no crewman manning the control panel as there should be. However, There was a strong feeling of rage coming from behind the panel. The rage was so strong it was causing the Talosian to feel pain. He certainly couldn’t cut through all that rage to determine what was causing it. He needed to put a stop to it. When he stepped around to the control panel, he saw on the floor behind it was a Telarite male who was kneeling on a Human female that he was in the midst of strangling.

“Security to Transporter Room 1,” said Ensign Gazali, after he tapped his com-badge.

The Telerite turned at the sound of his voice. Crewman Domuz released his grip on the uncouncious Transporter Chief Luziana Eight and climbed to his feet. In spite of the metal barrier the Telarite’s rage was producing, Ensign Gazali could tell by his stance, he was preparing to charge. The much weaker Talosian could do nothing to stop the enraged Telarite. Ensign Gazali was knocked to the floor with Crewman Domuz’s hands around his throat before Lieutenant Kara ‘Starbuck’ Thrace led a couple of Security Officers into the room: Ensign Ssslurr and Ensign Tarsa.
Ensign Gazali felt Crewman Domuz go limp, as the phaser beam stunned him, extinguishing his rage.

“Are you all right?” asked Starbuck, as she offered her free hand to help the Talosian up.

“I am uninjured,” replied Ensign Gazali. “However, the Human female will require medical attention.
“She’s not Human, she’s Betazoid,” replied Starbuck. “The Chief’s a friend of mine.”

(I can see in your mind that you wish you could ask me to examine the Telarite male’s mind to determine the source of his rage,) telepathically sent Ensign Gazali to Starbuck. (But you know that this would be a violation of his rights. . . .Very well . . . I shall seek the information you require, even though it will me inadmissible at his Court Martial.)

Ensign Gazali looked into Crewman Domuz’s memories, attempting to find the thing that set him off. When he found it . . . he couldn’t imagine that something could be so beautiful! . . . He found that he couldn’t turn away! . . . he couldn’t stop looking at that memory!


Deep Space - USS Argos - Sick Bay

“I don’t know sir,” replied Starbuck. “He telepathically told he he was going to pry into Crewman Domuz’s memories, to try to find our why this happened, and then he went catatonic.”

“You know telepathic intrusion is not allowed in criminal cases,” admonished Lieutenant Schist.

“Yes sir,” Starbuck told the living rock that was her boss.

“Until we discover the source of this malady, telepathic therapy should be ruled out as being too dangerous to attempt,” observed Doctor Salar.


Deep Space - USS Argos - Bridge

“Commander, I have received a report that Ensign Vonik has failed to report for his duty shift,” reported Lieutenant Solon.

Commander Worf tapped his com-badge and said: “Engin Vonik, report!”

When there was no answer, Worf said: “Computer, locate Ensign Vonik.”

“Ensign Vonik is located in the Quarters of Ensign Vonik,” replied the Ship’s Computer.

“He could be another victim,” theorized Lieutenant Pram. “Should we sent Security to check it out?”

“No,” commanded Worf. “I will lead the investigation myself. “Have a security team meet me outside Ensign Vonik’s quarters, but that are not to enter until I arrive.


Deep Space - USS Argos - Ensign Vonik’s quarters

When Commander Worf arrived, Lieutenant Nog and Ensign Mao were already waiting for him.

“Phasers set to stun,” Worf commanded them, as he made certain his own phaser was set on stun. “Computer, security override, open the quarters of Ensign Vonik, authorization Commander Worf.”

“Code accepted,” said the computer, as the door slid open.

Inside, Ensign Vonik was sitting at his table, facing them. In the Tarquinian’s hands was a PAD that we was staring at in wonder. He was not moving at all. He was barley even breathing. Nog saw some flashing colours reflecting in the window behind Ensign Vonik. He’d seen colours like that before somewhere. . . .

“Everyone stop!” yelled Nog. “Turn around! And let’s walk out of here.”

“He’s just staring at a PAD,” said Ensign Mao, as he walked around the desk. “I’m sure it’s perfectly al- . . .”

Suddenly, as Ensign Mao caught a glimpse of what was on the pad, he arched his back, dropped to the floor, curled up and started howling!

Seeing that, Worf decided to follow Nog’s advice and turn around to exit. Once he was in the corridor, he turned on the Ferengi Security officer. “What do you know?”

“I’m not certain,” replied Nog. “But I think it is somehow tied to the Medeusans. I recommend we bring Councilor Đaimz in on this.”

“I agree,” said Worf, before tapping his com-badge. “Councilor Đaimz, please report to Ensign Vonik’s quarters.”

It was a few minutes before Councilor Đaimz showed up with his new assistant, Ensign Medi. The hologram Councilor Đaimz was projecting looked like the top half of a Tarquinian or Vulcan, which until recently, were the same people.

“Why have you called for me?” asked Councilor Đaimz.

“Ensign Vonik is in his room paralyzed and staring at his PAD,” explained Worf. “When Ensign Mao looked at the screen he was incapacitated too.”
“I saw a little bit of a reflection of the what they were seeing,” added Nog. “The combination of colours reminded me of something I once saw a Medeusan do.”

“Very well, Ensign Medi and I will investigate,” said Councilor Đaimz. “The rest of you stay out here.”

The door opened for them and once it was closed again, Councilor Đaimz told Medi: “You stay here by the door. I will go closer and look.”

The Medeusan rolled forward on the wheels of the box that contained his true form and projected the hologram on top of it. When he saw what was on the screen he gave a short laugh and turned to Ensign Medi.

“You can come forward,” said Councilor Đaimz. “It should be safe for you.”

She had to step around Ensign Mao, who had curled up in a fetal position, in order to see what was on the screen of the PAD.

“Oh! Wow! . . . “So Beautiful!” said Medi, as she saw what the screen showed. But when she started to raise the hem of her dress, Councilor Đaimz interrupted her wonder.

“Ensign Medi!” shouted Councilor Đaimz.

“Oh! Right. . . sorry . . .” said Medi as she stopped trying to pull her skirt up and turned to her boss. “I can see why it’s affecting everyone so strongly.”

“Lieutenant Nog, can you come in here please?” asked Councilor Đaimz. “Not you, Commander Worf, just Nog. Now, I’m going to turn off the PAD, when I do, I want you to immediately stun Ensign Vonik.”



Deep Space - USS Argos - Conference Room

“It is a Medeusan form of what humans would call: pornography,” explained Councilor Đaimz.

“All of our Medeusan crew members received a copy of it in the most recent package of subspace messages from Visalayan,” explained Lieutenant Commander Harry Kim. “Lieutenant Mark Junii hacked into the communications, noticed that this one message went to all the Medeusans, opened it himself, then sent copies to his friends.”

“Everyone who was affected saw this image, either directly, or the memory of it telepathically,” added Councilor Đaimz. “The effect was similar to that, that many races have when seeing my true form. Doctor Salar should be able to safely remove the memory of having seen it with no ill effects on the people in question.”

“I see,” said Captain Data. “So for the safety of the crew we should ban all Medeusan pornography.”

“I’m afraid we can’t do that,” replied Councilor Đaimz. “Although the images would be considered pornographic by human standards, by Medeusan standards they are considered religious art. It would be a violation of my ancestor’s rights to forbid them to view religious iconography. And there are other races, like Orions and Deltans that can safely view it also. Even Vulcans and Tarquinians should be all right if they use a red filter.”

“Perhaps the files should have a warning in the summary: Warning, this file contains images that may cause madness in certain races,” offered Worf.


Skrrr homeworld orbit

For months the Medeusans had been denying them their rightful prizes . . . destroying their fighters, while continuing their whining about wanting peace. In response, the Queen had bred prolifically, producing legions new Workers to fly the greatest battle fleet in the history of the Skrrr. The invasion of Visalayan was about to begin.



Deep Space - USS Argos - Councilor Đaimz’s office

Councilor Đaimz let his assistant see the image again and explained to her what she was seeing. It was a Medeusan Priest/ess who was able to open herself fully to her partners. Each of her seven palms had the finger of a Medeusan in it, while he was also sticking his fingers in their palms. They were arrayed around her like a circle joined with her and each other. There was an outer circle, and another and another and another and another. The effect was similar to a mandala. The file was only 30 seconds long on a loop, showing an orgasm that started with the center Priest/ess and radiated outward. The colours they would turn during the peak of pleasure looked similar to the true appearance of their God/dess, Councilor Đaimz. Lesser races could not bear to gaze upon such beauty. Even Orions, like Medi, could not restrain themselves for self-stimulation when viewing it. Though it didn’t cause the long-term detrimental effects that it had on Humans and other races.

He explained to her that the Priest/ess in the center was specially trained to make herself feel unconditional Love for her partners that was so strong that she could open herself completely. Each of her partners were Priest/esses who could do the same with enough skill that could open themselves six-fold. Each of them was conjoined to one of the center Priest/ess’ hands, one of the second ring hands and their other four hands with each other in the first ring. The second ring was similarly arranged with Priest/esses who could open five-fold. The third ring could open four-fold, then three fold, then two fold. The outermost ring was people who’d paid handsomely for the privilege of being a part of this. They were only required to conjoin singly with the ring inward and with the other people that made up the ring. But some of them had more than one connection with their partners in the outer ring. What was not shown, was that the center Priest/ess had opened her self fully and allow each of the members of the inner circle to enter her sevenfold before they shifted to the moment captured in the picture.

After watching this and having explained to her, Medi felt a strong need to excuse herself and return to her quarters. She was in luck. Iviča was there!.

(Medi what’s wrong?) asked Iviča when he saw the expression on her face.

She rushed forward and grabbed two his hands and rubbed them against her palms passionately. She sometimes missed kissing her spice. Their beaks didn’t have lips and were not sensitive to feel kissing the way she could with humanoids. But she got enough kissing from others that she didn’t feel too deprived.

“Help me out of this dress,” asked Medi, as she kicked off her boots. She let her spouse use his other five hands to remove her clothing so that she could maintain her hold on him with her hands as much as she could. Once she was stripped he pulled her onto the bed. She sat with her back against his body/head as she continued to passionately rub two of his hands with hers.

Ivića put a hand on her lips and Medi licked her palm until it opened to give her tongue entrance. His other four hands were fondling her body, two of them on her breasts, and the other two moving gradually from her feet to her inner thighs. Medi spread her legs to allow him entrance and when he made it to her sex, he used one finger to rub her original clit while the other continued up and to the side so he could also stimulate one of her new clits on the vulvae she had surgically altered herself to allow. His hand span was great enough great enough that he could touch two of her side clits at once. On her breasts, one he was fondling with his fingers, the other she was rubbing an open palm against.

As Medi’s level of pleasure grew, her whimpers turned to moans, which became screams when she reached her climax. When the peak had passed and she had finally caught her breath Medi begged him:

“Dock me Iviča! Dock me now!” panted Medi, before she stuck her tongue back in Iviča’s open palm.
She felt him move his hands down. The one that had been rubbing original clit moved down and entered her first vagina. The one that had been rubbing her left side clits moved down and entered her anus. The hands on her breasts moved down to each penetrate a lower side vagina. She let go of his hands so he could enter her final two holes. Then she opened her mouth wider so that she could take in his finger, while she continued to lick that palm. She’d opened herself completely to him and he was filling all of her holes. When he began thrusting, she explored with her hands, looking for palms she could enter. The first two she found were open and she angled her hand so that every time he thrust into her, she would also be thrusting into Iviča, who was a her in this situation.

As he thrust into her, she twisted around so that she could see him. Medi didn’t want to miss his climax. The whole time he was thrusting into her, his telepathic control and fallen away completely. The was involuntarily broadcasting the depths of his Love for her, who had opened herself to him seven-fold and had even had herself surgically altered to make this possible. He’d never thought he would even get a chance to enter a partner with all seven. Only the most highly skilled adepts could love deeply enough to open seven-fold. But she was was completely open to him. And she was making Iviča open so much that the only limitation seemed to be how many digits she had available penetrate her.

Medi’s arousal was growing in tandem and her husband telepathically broadcast how he was feeling. And so, when he reached his climax, it pushed her over the edge on her own. His finger down her throat muffled her moans. But he could feel the joy of what she was feeling and the depth of her Love for him.

Sometime during all this, Jožo and Vačić had come home. And when Iviča started pulling fingers out of her, Jožo would immediately replace them with his own. No foreplay, he just entered her. And when he was completely in her, he started thrusting. But she was fully receptive to him and could feel the Love for her he was broadcasting, a love that she returned.

Once Ivića was out of Medi, he started with Vačić. The Medeusans of this family were only able to open them selves to each other three-fold before Medi joined them. They has since learned that the one of them who had just finished joining sevenfold with Medi could open four palms for either of the other two. This allowed Vačić to enter four of Iviča’s palms, while he entered three of Vačić’s. In this way they were able to achieve that seven fold connection that they craved, though they still preferred to be completely in Medi.