429 The Star Of The Show Conclusion
I stayed off of the bridge for the whole time that Beverly and Wesley talked. It would be the worst thing I could do to interrupt them, only to introduce myself, especially since Wesley was baring his soul to his mom and letting out all the burdens weighing him down. That was not something a relative stranger would be allowed to witness or participate in, so I left them to it while also keeping an eye on things.
Beverly eventually convinced the young man to go to bed, after pampering him with hugs and kisses as she reassured him that everything he felt was justified and she understood exactly what he was going through. The look of relief and acceptance on Wesley's face was one I would remember for a long time.
When Beverly took him to his room and it was identical to what he had back on the Enterprise, including all his little projects and decorations, Wesley cried and hugged Beverly tightly, thanked her for everything, and went into his bedroom and changed for bed. He went to sleep and his thoughts were full of gratitude to his mom for coming to rescue him from his boring life.
I made my appearance then and met Bevery in the turbolift after she left his room. “Long day.”
Beverly lasted only a moment before her face crumpled and she hugged me as she cried for her son. Her mumbles about not being there for him when he needed her, were countered by me saying she wasn't allowed to be, because it was Starfleet policy to let people stand or fall on their own.
“Then I'm glad we're no longer a part of that.” Beverly said and looked up at my face. “Please don't hate me for saying that.”
I chuckled and gave her a brief kiss. “Are you saying that because this is all so similar to Starfleet or because you don't want to give up being captain?”
Beverly smiled. “A little of both.”
“Then you don't have to worry about it. We're only Starfleet adjacent.” I joked and let her go. “I'll take over on the bridge for now and you can go play in sickbay.”
“Do you always know the right thing to say at the right times?” Beverly asked.
“Good god, no! I've messed up spectacularly a few times.” I said with a laugh. “The last time cost me a chance at a relationship with a ship's first officer and possibly a marine lieutenant.”
“Really? How did you manage that?” Beverly asked, curious.
I couldn't help but smile crookedly. “I faked letting the lieutenant punch my lights out to save her career.”
Beverly stared at me for a moment, then she started to giggle. It grew to a full laugh and her face was soon red and tears were in her eyes.
“It's okay, Beverly. Don't hold it in. You can laugh if you want.” I said with a grin.
Beverly laughed and laughed, making her nearly forget what Wesley had told her about, which was why I said it. The turbolift came to a stop and I walked her down the hallway, around the corner, and into sickbay. Her laughs were just trailing off as she wiped at her face.
“Hysterical laughter is a symptom of hyped up and increased emotional distress.” Doctor Chappel said as she approached us with a smile and her hand out. “Come over here, Beverly. I have a problem for you to solve and it will calm you right down.”
“Th-thank you, Chappel.” Beverly said and turned to me, gave me a quick peck on the lips, and went with the doctor and the distraction the android had set up for her.
I nodded at another Chappel and she smiled and nodded back. I left sickbay and went to the bridge. The science lab I had set up to work on various pieces of equipment was all set for what I needed it for. I had worked on it all day to prepare for the special piece of equipment I was going to retrieve when we reached the site of the USS Pegasus in the Devolin System.
The ship was partially embedded inside a large asteroid, half merged within the rock, and I would have to step inside the engine room and unhook the experimental and quite volatile phasing cloak device that was jury-rigged to the main warp core. After I had it, I would dissolve the remains of the ship and then possibly the asteroid to hide the evidence that the ship had been anywhere near there.
The device was a violation of several treaties, because Starfleet had actually researched it, in secret of course, and it mostly worked. They couldn't figure out the proper attachments and power regulation on the older ship, so it malfunctioned and caused random cloaks and an unstable physical state until it drifted into the asteroid and decloaked permanently inside and melded with the rock.
Commander Chappel stood and moved to the seat on the right, in case Beverly returned to the bridge to resume her own seat. I smiled at her and sat in the command seat. I turned and looked over at one of the Chappels wearing a yellow uniform. She was the newly appointed bridge secretary and carried reports between stations when necessary.
I thought it was a cute idea and kept it, mostly because she wore fishnet leggings a short skirt, unlike every other uniform on the ship that had regulation pants. “Is there any paperwork or reports I should see?”
A smile bloomed on her face. “Yes, sir! There really is!”
I watched as she strutted across the bridge with a datapad in her hands, then she paused by my chair instead of handing it to me.
“I just need to confirm the details with the commander.” Chappel said and turned away from me and bent at the waist to start whispering to Commander Chappel.
I suddenly had more than an eyeful of mature ass revealed right there in front of my face and had to admit it looked quite nice with the mostly sheer panties and the stockings. The shape of her womanhood was in full view as well and I was grateful that she had successfully hidden the extra package I also knew was there.
After a moment, she straightened up and smoothed her skirt down, then turned and handed me the datapad. She stood there for a moment, as if she was going to ask me if I enjoyed her teasing, then she turned and walked away without waiting for me to read the reports.
I glanced at the datapad and then leaned slightly towards Commander Chappel to whisper. “Please don't do anything like that in front of Wesley. He's not ready to handle it.”
Commander Chappel gave me a questioning look. “Do you mean to you with him present or to him himself?”
“Either or both. Give him some time to adjust to his new life before you let him see you in a harem outfit.” I said and sat back. “He had a hard enough time seeing you in the standard uniform.”
Commander Chappel smiled evilly. “He really did, didn't he?”
“He knows Ambassador Troi, so I assume he's fixated on how or why there are so many of you walking around.” I said and her smile didn't change. “You want to meet her, don't you?”
All the Chappels on the bridge gasped. “Can we?” They all asked at once.
“After seeing Councillor Troi's reaction, we really want to see her mother's.” Commander Chappel said.
I had to chuckle at that. “Assuming she doesn't try to destroy you all outright, I suppose I wouldn't mind seeing it, either.”
Commander Chappel chuckled, too. “I think she'll be fascinated that you managed to reproduce her younger self so accurately.”
I shook my head. “I knew I shouldn't have told you about the remarkable resemblance all those years ago.”
“That's what happens when friends talk and trust each other, Tom. They let everything out and don't worry about being judged.” Commander Chappel said and patted my arm. “I'll be on my best behavior, so you don't have to worry.”
“I think you behaving is a good reason to worry.” I said with a smile and she laughed.
“Point taken.” Commander Chappel said and pointed at the datapad. “Go ahead and tackle that. I'll keep the bridge watch until you're done.”
“Thank you.” I said and started to stand, then leaned in and kissed her cheek.
Commander Chappel looked a little surprised and put a hand on the spot, then she smiled widely.
I walked across the bridge to my ready room and sat behind the desk. A different Chappel entered and walked over to the replicator and asked for a coffee and an English Bagel with raisins, lightly toasted and buttered, and brought both things over to me.
“Thank you, Chappel.” I said with gratitude and she gave me a similar smile and left. I opened the first report on the datapad and went to work. Even on a starship that had androids operating everything efficiently, there were still things for a human to decide how to handle. Procedures and programming could only handle so much.
Plus, now that I was on my own ship and had shaken off the proverbial shackles I would have been stuck with under with Starfleet regulations and directives? I was going to have quite a lot of fun.
*
Wesley woke up after one of the best sleeps he had in a while and sat up. He almost thought it was all a dream and then saw he was in his room and remembered it all really happened. He had broken down in front of his mom and poured his heart out to her. He had been worried she would think less of him, only for her to comfort him instead and say what he felt was perfectly normal after everything he went through.
He stood up and went to the bathroom, which was also the same, and he promised himself to ask how they had done that. He did his business and showered, then realized he didn't pack anything from Starfleet Academy. Everything he owned had been left behind and he sighed at having to put his old clothes back on.
Wesley picked the underwear up and stilled, because he remembered he was inside his room from the Enterprise. He dropped the dirty underwear and left the bathroom in his birthday suit and walked over to the closet. He opened it and let out a sigh of relief, because it was full of uniforms that looked almost like what his old ones did.
His mind went to the Lwaxana Troi androids and he blushed slightly. She really filled out those uniforms well and it was difficult to not stare at her. He took one of them out and went to the dresser, grabbed new underwear, and dressed. When he had the whole thing on, he let out a satisfied sigh. It was just as comfortable as he remembered and he went to the full length mirror to look.
Damn, I look good. Wesley said as he admired himself wearing the updated uniform. The style made him look a little more distinguished and he really liked that. What he didn't like was that he was 20 years old already and should have only been 19 when he graduated Starfleet.
He was 16 when he applied to Starfleet, was delayed by a year, passed easily, and went right into the elite course. Then he was involved in the shuttle accident a year later and lost all his academic credits and had to restart as a fresh cadet in the normal courses.
For the last two years, he was a normal student and wouldn't be able to graduate for at least another year, possibly two if he took the additional year for a specialist course. After he spilled his guts to his mother, he knew he couldn't take the drudgery anymore and didn't care if he graduated or not. Why would he care to be just like the hundreds of other students that would be graduating? He knew he deserved better than that.
Wesley pet his chest and smoothed out the fabric, in a similar move to Captain Picard's, and he nodded. This was what he needed and his mom said he would always be a part of her crew. His eyes went to the collar and widened at the Lieutenant pips there. “No way.”
He went over to the closet and rifled through the other uniforms to check them all. Every single one had the same rank markings and he took a step back and stared at them. In hs mind, he thought it was just an arbitrary rank, something his mom assigned him for a laugh or something, and he decided to ask her about it.
Wesley saw the comm badge on the nightstand beside his bed and went over to the bed, put the comm badge on, and tapped it. “Computer, what's the location of Beverly Crusher?”
A posh British male voice responded. “Captain Crusher is currently located inside Admiral Riker's suite. Do you wish to contact her?”
Wesley's face paled slightly. “Uh... no... no, don't.” He stammered. The last thing I need is to disturb my mom when she was... when she... no, don't think about your mom naked, Wesley! “E-end inquiry!”
The computer beeped and ended the call. If Wesley had inquired further as to what she was doing, the computer would have told him she was enjoying breakfast and was about to start her shift on the bridge.
Wesley took a breath and let it out, then sighed. That was a close one. He thought and walked out into the hallway. He memorized his room number and the deck number it was on, then started walking towards the closest turbolift. He needed to head to the bridge and see if there was anything there for him to do until his mom... ahem... wasn't busy.
The turbolift doors opened and he stepped inside, only to pause when he saw one of the androids dressed in an engineering uniform. After his close call, a woman being naked was on his mind, as reluctant as that thought was. His eyes dropped to her chest without his input and he missed Chappel's brief smile.
“B-bridge.” Wesley squeaked and the turbolift moved.
“Hold.” Chappel said and the turbolift came to a halt and slid out of the way in the tube. “I'm heading to deck six to work on a plasma conduit junction. The gel pack there is having fits for some reason.”
“G-gel pack?” Wesley asked and his eyes finally lifted from her chest to look at her face.
“It's a bio-neural gel pack that's part of the circuitry in the ship's computer systems.” Chappel said and Wesley's eyes lit up. “Why don't you... come along... and give me a hand?”
Wesley almost groaned at the thoughts those words brought to mind. “O-okay.”
Chappel smiled warmly and slid her arm through his to press one of her breasts into his arm. Wesley's face flushed red at the bold move and he didn't try to fight it or asked her to stop. He was getting a free feel of her breast, after all.
“I think you and I are going to get along really well.” Chappel said, quite suggestively.
All Wesley could do was nod in agreement, since most of his blood flow was now solely focused towards another part of his anatomy. Despite several chance encounters at the academy, he never had any kind of girlfriend or even a viable prospect. His classmates were too generic and didn't catch his interest, despite him not being able to focus solely on his boring classes.
Those thoughts brought him back to his time on the Enterprise and meeting a pretty girl in Engineering that had caught his eye named Robin Lefler. If he hadn't been as young as he was at the time, and she hadn't been a couple of years into her deployment on the Enterprise already, she might have given him more than only polite interest.
Mind you, that was nearly half a year before the piloting accident at the academy and his demotion, so she might have written him off at that point anyway. To be fair, it was one of the lowest moments of his life and he might have behaved differently if he had a girlfriend to focus on and ask advice from. Things could have been different back then and that weighed on him.
Chappel could see various emotions flow across Wesley's face and she let him stay lost in this thoughts without saying anything, until they reached the junction and she gave him a little shake. “Are you ready to see what I have for you, Lieutenant Crusher?”
Wesley snapped back to reality and his eyes dropped right to her chest, just as she planned, and she hugged his arm to give him a thrill and to make him concentrate on the present and not on whatever he was remembering.
Chappel slowly reached up towards the clasp of her uniform and Wesley audibly swallowed. She held in her laugh as his eyes locked onto the hand and the hope on his face was almost painful to see. Her hand moved away from there and to his shoulder, then brushed his ear.
Wesley's eyes widened as she leaned in close. He thought she was going to kiss him and he wasn't sure what to do. Did he pucker his lips? Did he back off and possibly insult her? He wasn't sure he was ready for an encounter with an older woman; then again, he wasn't sure he wanted to pass it up, now that he did have the chance.
“Here it is.” Chappel whispered in a sexy voice.
Wesley licked his lips and made his decision... just as Chappel grabbed the panel access behind him and pulled it open as she stepped back.
“Ta-daa! A bio-neural gel pack!” Chappel said with enthusiasm.
Wesley blinked his eyes at her for several seconds, not realizing what just happened, then his face went to an atomic red with embarrassment. He was close to passing out because there was almost no blood left in his brain.
Chappel knew then she had pushed her teasing too far and thought about how to fix things. Thanks to her advanced programming and adapting to the positronic brain in her head, she recalled Data's liaison with Tasha Yar in the backup storage. With that as a clue, she stepped back in to look deep into Wesley's eyes.
“Lieutenant!” Chappel said in a command tone of voice and Wesley straightened up, his eyes wide. “Pucker up and kiss me like you mean it!”
Before Wesley could react, her lips were on his and her tongue dominated his own. He let out a soft sound, almost a whimper, then did whimper when Chappel grabbed his butt with both hands. The kiss went on for several minutes, then Chappel pulled back and saw his happy face.
“If you liked that, you're really going to like this.” Chappel said and smoothly knelt as her hands opened his pants.
Wesley opened his mouth to tell her they couldn't do that in he hallway, then his hardness was in her mouth and all thought of saying no fled as her tongue caressed him lovingly. Before he realized it was happening, he suddenly came in her mouth and she took it all without trouble.
Chappel licked up off to clean him, then tucked him back into his pants. “We have to wait for anything more until after we replace the gel pack.”
Wesley nodded several times and stared at her like she had become his whole world.
I'll worry about the consequences later. Chappel thought and caressed the cheek of his face, turned him around to face the open panel, and went to work as she described what she was doing to give the young man a technology lesson. I should probably pop by sickbay and have my penis removed temporarily, too.