NEW TOS The Captain's Woman 1/1 [PG-13] (Moreau&U [Mirror
Universe])
Title: The Captain's Woman
Author: Paula Stiles (thesnowleopard@hotmail.com)
Webpage:
http://www.geocities.com/RainForest/Andes/3071/arch.html
Series: TOS [Mirror Universe]
Part: NEW 1/1
Rating: [PG-13]
Codes: Moreau&U
Summary: Just how high can a captain's woman go in a
man's world? Set some years after "Mirror, Mirror" and I
ignore all DS9 canon in this one.
Disclaimer: If I owned any of it, would I be writing
fanfic?
Archive: ASC Trekiverse, yes. Anyone else, ask, first and
the answer will probably be yes.
Note: Blame this on Djinn and Rabble Rouser, who got me
thinking about tough women in miniskirt uniforms.
THE CAPTAIN'S WOMAN
"Marlena? This is a surprise!" The lone woman's
voice cut through the loud conversation around her.
Moreau turned, reaching for the dagger in her thigh-
length jackboot, then relaxed when she saw Uhura.
"Nyota, what brings you here?" she said. She leaned
back against the officer's bar, spreading her arms
possessively across it. Uhura might be a threat in the
future, but not a physical one and not here. An admiral
wasn't worth killing over. An admiral's position might be
a different story.
Uhura leaned casually against the bar next to
Moreau. "I like to come back to Earth every so often,
touch base. It's always best to be careful, even now."
"Ah, yes. Men's politics. It's a dirty job but one
must lower oneself to it from time to time." Moreau
exchanged a knowing smile with Uhura, while the men
around them in the dark, smoky Starfleet boardroom
preened and intimidated each other. Her ship didn't make
it back to Earth for repairs very often; she was enjoying
the opportunity to hunt fresh game.
Uhura ordered a shot of tequila and a refill of
Moreau's vodka martini from the bartender, a scarcely-
clad, sullen blonde who was the only other woman in the
bar. "How are you liking the Defiant?" Uhura asked.
"Quite well," Moreau purred, rubbing her bare
midriff. "The chief engineer is most attentive." Uhura
grinned. "And yourself? Does the Enterprise suit your
tastes?"
Uhura stretched like a cat. "Let's just say that I
am enjoying myself a great deal, now that I've
established myself. Mr. Spock is a very cerebral man, but
he'll stay loyal as long I remain attentive to his needs,
which are simple enough." Her grin turned feral.
"Torturing Mr. Sulu to death did wonders for my
authority, though I did have to exert myself in my search
for a new Security Chief. Not that I didn't enjoy it."
The drinks came. Moreau waited until the bartender
had gone to serve a group of drunken engineers at the
other end of the bar before she resumed the conversation.
"Which did you enjoy, then? Torturing Sulu to death or
finding a new Security Chief?"
Uhura raised one plucked eyebrow. "Both, of course.
Though I do have to change them every few months or so.
They get ambitions."
Moreau nodded. "I have similar problems on the
Defiant. It's a hazard of the job, I suppose. You need a
bully in that position or he can't give you good
security, but then he thinks he can bully you."
Uhura snorted. "Oh, don't I know it! Sulu was a pig.
So are his successors, but at least they're *my* pigs.
When they get fat enough...." She drew her finger across
her throat and laughed.
"Oh, yes," Moreau agreed. "I'll take watching out
for the snakes underfoot to walking four steps behind and
working on my back after a full shift any day."
Uhura fingered her shotglass thoughtfully before
knocking back the tequila. "It was such a simple solution
when we thought about it, working together. And you and I
weren't the first, either. Look at Chapel on the Yorktown
or Rand on the Lexington." She smirked and leaned
forward, lowering her voice. "Just how was that other
Captain Kirk, anyway?"
Moreau smirked back, masking that one, small frisson
of regret. "Very informative. Once I learned how to use
certain assets--" She would not mention the Tantalus
Field, nor its function of making her enemies disappear,
in public. "--the way forward to our meeting of minds was
so clear." She glanced around the room at the preening
peacocks in their bright tunics and gold sashes and felt
that small regret again. Not one man here was worthy of a
captain's woman. "They're not stupid, you know. They'd
rape us to death right on this bar if they knew the
truth."
Uhura followed her gaze and sighed. "I know. It was
all I could do to keep them focused on our jailers in
that other universe, instead of fighting each other or
taking their frustrations out on me. That was when I
finally realised there were other options."
"And other kinds of men?" Moreau suggested.
Uhura shrugged one bare shoulder. "Perhaps someday.
Though I'm not holding my breath."
"No, I suppose not." Moreau sipped her drink.
"Still, it would be nice to run my ship without having to
look over my shoulder all the time." *And have men I
could trust to run it for me.*
Uhura lowered her head. "True, but until then, I
have a proposition for you."
"Oh?" Moreau set her drink aside and gave Uhura her
full attention. Or as much as she could spare from
watching her back in the officer's mess at Starfleet
Headquarters.
"Some friends of mine are coming to Earth to discuss
some business with me. I thought you might want to join
us here tomorrow evening."
Hmm. That sounded promising. "Would these 'friends'
be named Chapel and Rand, by any chance?"
"It's possible." Uhura looked amused.
Moreau leaned close enough to smell Uhura's perfume.
"I think I might like that kind of meeting," she growled.
"What time tomorrow?"
*********
Having concluded her encounter with Uhura, Moreau
left the bar to retrieve her bodyguard, then beamed back
up to her ship. As usual, she immediately took the
turbolift up to the Bridge to check in. She always found
a hands-on approach best; it forestalled any nascent
conspiracies. In the turbolift, she tugged the front of
her tunic, command gold like Uhura's, further down her
cleavage and straightened her miniskirt. One of her
bodyguards handed her a mirror so she could check her
hair. The first thing she had done when she reached her
present position was make her bodyguard all-female. The
young, ambitious amazons who guarded her were too far
down the command chain to threaten her at the moment, and
they could tell a role model and mentor when they saw
one. They protected their own futures even as they
protected her person. She could always transfer them once
they moved up a few rungs and became competitive.
The turbolift stopped and the doors opened onto the
Bridge. The entire second shift Bridge crew jumped up and
stood at attention. "Captain on the Bridge!" barked the
officer of the watch, her current paramour Chief Engineer
Alvarado.
She felt the eyes on her, far hungrier than any she
had felt when she was the captain's woman. Yes, power was
indeed an aphrodisiac. Throwing back her shoulders and
lifting her chin, Captain Marlena Moreau of the ISS
Defiant strode onto the Bridge to claim her rightful
throne--the captain's chair.
END
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