Mortal Protection Services Chapter 16: V.JJ: Jimmi Jimsonson

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V.JJ: Jimmi Jimsonson Commander Steve, the Horkjultian shapeshifting security officer, didn't say a word as he guided me to quarters. He kept a hand on my arm the whole way, and another hand on my back, and another pointing an energy pistol at me. I assume he had it set to stun. He was a professional. We got to the door of the quarters I was being placed in. These were junior lieutenants quarters, I considered complaining, but at least they weren't right next to engineering, and at least I didn't have a bunkmate. "Change, please. The captain wants his clothes back." He was blushing.... well, turning a little lavender, which I knew was how his species blushed. Horkjultians blush for much the same reasons we gaians do. "Steve..." I made my voice a seductive purr, "do you want to come in and... watch. me. change?" He went from lightly lavenderizing to violently violet. I laughed, and he became completely flustered. "I'm sorry, I'm just messing with you, but out with it. What's the deal man? Horkjultians aren't normally attracted to monoforms. Also, don't your people take ages to show interest and flirt, at least by gaian standards." "Yes, ahem, that is usually true..." He cleared his throat, which was a bullshit stalling tactic he'd learned from us gaians. I know damn well that he ain't got no real throat in there that needs cleared to speak. "The way you... touched me... with that feather... I should very much liked to have not been on the bridge when it happened." "Oh!" I started laughing and pushed the button on the wall to close the door. I was still chuckling a few minutes later when I opened the door again in my standard issue civilian clothes that I found the closet. I handed Steve the captain's uniform neatly folded on top of the captain's boots. He grunted and turned to leave with a "Computer lock these quarters when the door closes." I put my foot in the way of the door closing, I knew they wouldn't smash my foot. The FAP's door protocols are more Star Trek than Star Wars. Steve looked me up and down, then lingered at my foot. "Ma'am, please." I whispered, "Hey Steve. If you happen to find that feather on the bridge, bring it back, mmmkay sweetheart." Then I moved my foot at let the door hiss closed in his dumbfounded face. I was starving, it seemed. As soon as I had a moment to stop and realize it, hoooly shit did I need to eat. I wish the FAP had replicators. It did not. There was a galley on the ship, with cooks and a head chef and everything. Also the captain's mess. If you were hungry between meals though, there was a nutrient paste dispenser in every room behind some panel or another. Also good for emergencies, which I suppose is what they're really there for... bah, whatever. I found the tube labeled for Killitoot/Felidian/Gaian/Horkjultian and a few more species I haven't mentioned in the FAP that could share a basic paste and I stuck it in my mouth. I sucked down a lot of paste. It was... incredibly satisfying. Disgusting, but my body demanded more, so much more. Apparently you get a little delay from the usage of calories until the body demands recompense when you use hyperspace clothing to experience hypertime in meatspace. Makes sense, I didn't have time to take a break to eat while I was reprogramming the ship a bit. Twenty or so minutes passed, and when Commander Steve and Captain Kim opened the door, they found I had pushed a chair up to the wall where I was splayed out, tube in my mouth, pants undone, bits of my tattered hyperspace threads still hanging on beneath my standard issue attire. I must have looked in quite the state, because Captain Kim gasped in legitimate disgust. "Oh? Already finished reviewing the logs from the encounter? Come to realize you are in desperate need of help from, perhaps, little ol' me?" I tried to sit up... but I was so full of paste. "Ugh, Steve, be a wheel barrow, dear, and take me to medical, that's where I'm headed yes?" "That would be Federation protocol." Captain Kim d