(NC-17)

by Delta Story

February 1999

~*~

The day began dismal, gray and dreary
Foreboding for those who rose quite early
To beam to the planet surface far below
And wait for the legendary animal to show.

The away team stood alert, straight and tall
In honor of the little rodent’s annual call
Announcing whether the unknown ahead
Would be easy to traverse—or full of dread!

The air was heavy, briskly cold and damp
As the nine Voyager visitors soon did stamp
Their frigid feet, huddling bodies quite close
To view the event with scientific purpose.

The first glimmer of the planet’s wintry sun
Hovered closely below the frozen horizon.
Soft spoken words came from the awaiting crew
Each individual portraying his (or her) sacred view.

The tall icy blonde was the first one to speak:
"I do not understand why this animal you seek.
It is merely a frivolous desire to yet again ignore
Important work which you scoff once more!"

"Ah, my dear one," the smiling bald man said,
"It is a *human* experience --- let us learn instead.
Patience is a virtue, or so I have been told,
So let us enjoy!" and he said, taking her into his fold.

With eyes ever dark and enthusiasm innocent
The ops officer fiddled with technical gear, his intent
Firm and clear: to catch every move for future use.
Surely the wisdom of this sage would be profuse!

Iridescent pastel hues bounced off whiskers of orange
Of the colorful Talaxian who beamed with a strange
Expression of glee: "I’ve heard it told—by not just a few!
That this animal makes into a delicious warm stew!"

A stern face responded to the ill-timed crass comment
With words of rancor, and a warning quite prudent:
"An epicurean fate from a first contact perspective
Is not logical in accordance with the Prime Directive."

A twosome who showed less interest in the coming event
Stood to one side, their actions full of a different intent.
The young man’s hands had found a warm home at last
Under the ridged-faced woman’s snug jacket --- a blast!

"Watch it, helmboy," she said with a wicked sneer,
"We can be caught, as the Captain is quite near."
"For you, lovely lady, I’ll risk demotion yet again,"
He whispered softly while nuzzling her firm chin.

Indeed the Captain stood close by her motley crew,
Staring intently at the site, awaiting the prophetic view.
"Ah, Commander, is there nothing more worthwhile
Than gaining new knowledge?" she said with a smile.

‘Twas then the first officer did encircle her in his arms;
Pulling her away, while quieting her sudden alarms.
Now hidden from view, with practiced skill he did pluck
Off all their clothes, then sweetly grinned, "Let’s fuck!”

The End!