The Admiral and the Yeoman

Posted on Fri Dec 30, 2016 @ 3:35am by Vashkele

Mission: History
Location: Starfleet Headquarters
Timeline: Prior to Launch

Master Chief Petty Officer Deborah Wang walked into Admiral Grant's office with his morning reports and a mug of the tea that he favored. "I have new reports coming in from the fleet for you, Admiral," she said as she set the tea on the well worn watermark on his antique wooden desk. No matter how many Yeoman's tried to give him coasters, the old Admiral always found a way to make them disappear and soon, the habit of the coasters was forgotten and the watermarked spot on his desk was the customary place for the mugs.

The old Admiral looked up and tried to remember her name again, then nodded. "Thank you, Deb," he said as he ignored the tea and reached for the PADDs. What are they trying to saddle me with this time?" he asked as he took the uppermost PADD on the stack she held.

The Asian Master Chief smiled. "There's the usual requests for transfers, a few Captain's who are up for promotion and the usual denials of promotion. A number of ships are requesting more personnel that we don't have to give them until we get a new batch of graduates. A few officers who are attempting to retire and reports of a mutiny on the USS Columbus which was put down."

She watched the Admiral read over the most important summaries as she stood there and smiled at him. The old man had no idea that the longer he was in her presence, the more addled he would become and intent on doing her will. She had replaced the original Master Chief when the woman got caught up in a gambling debt at an Orion gaming table. Now the woman that Admiral Grant thought to be his Master Chief Yeoman was in reality an Orion woman with a mission and nothing would stand between her and her goal.

"You read this crap more than I do," Grant said as he set the PADD down and reached for his tea. "What's your thoughts, Deb?" Normally, he would have dismissed the Yeoman within ten seconds of getting the PADDs and tea, but lately, he had found her presence desirable and her input valuable and never wondered why that was the case. For his advanced age, he found the young woman to be quite attractive and wondered if Starfleet Medical could give him some rejuvenation treatments to improve his stamina.

Vashkele, the Orion woman posing as Master Chief Deborah Wang, smiled and settled down on the edge of Grant's desk. The skirt uniform she wore rode up her legs to reveal smooth skin and she winked at him. "Why Admiral, I am chagrined to think that you would trust the input of a mere Yeoman."

"Mere Yeoman my eye, Deb," Grant muttered as he took a drink of his tea. "You don't make Master Chief by being a slacker and you're the best damned Yeoman that I've had in years. You have the clearance to get this close to me and read everything I read with some exceptions, so tell me what's what."

Thirty minutes later, Deb/Vashkele finished giving the Admiral everything that he wanted input to and moved from the desk. "There is something else which has been rumored, but not confirmed, Admiral," she said.

Unable to help himself, Grant reached out and pulled her into his lap with a chuckle. "Oh, I love a good rumor," he said. "Tell an old man something juicy."

"Admiral!" Vashkele protested with a squeal even as she reveled in the fact that the old human male still had it in him to make a move, no matter how clumsy. He was deep in her control and she had many rumors and a smattering of truth for his ears that would get the ball rolling that she had assigned herself to. Now she made herself comfortable in his lap and draped an arm around his neck while she looked up at him.

"Well, it's been rumored that the Orion Sector is about to make a big move," she said. "Something about the Orion Sector Tactical Command station that we have monitoring all the listening posts in Orion space.

"The Orions are getting uppity again?" Grant snorted and got a good whiff of the scent of jasmine in her hair that was near his face. She smelled so good that he could almost picture what he would be doing to her if he were twenty years younger and it didn't involve talking. "OSTC is a secure station, Deb. The Orions couldn't get a group organized enough to get near there, let alone do any harm. Do you think I should alert them?"

She smiled; the fact that he was asking her what he should do indicated that he acknowledged her as the master and he the servant. "No," she said as she gave a wiggle on his lap. "You're right. The Orions couldn't get near there and it's just a rumor. I think you should put the station personnel in for commendations for the excellent work they've been doing."

"Bah. More paperwork," he grumbled. "Why don't you give it to them?" he asked as he cursed his old body for not responding to her wiggling. He would definitely need a rejuvenation treatment or three.

"Well, I would," Vashkele said with a smile. "Except I'm not an Admiral and don't have access to things like that. I'd need your code."

"My code is Grant Delta Five Nine Seven. Put in what you think would be appropriate and I'll sign off on it," Grant told her.

"Oh, are you sure?" she asked him, very pleased that he had given her his access code so willingly. It wouldn't take more than a minute for her specialized tools to fake his authorization and she could do far more than put the personnel on the OSTC in for commendations. Much more and she planned on doing just that.

"Of course I'm sure," Grant said. "I trust you and you help an old man remember what it's like to be young again."

Vashkele giggled. "Keep that up, Admiral and I may do more for you," she said as she wiggled out of his grasp and came to her feet. "For now, though, I think you should go through the rest of those PADDs and sign off on everything."

Grant muttered as she got up and moved away from him. "You're right" he said with a twinkle in his eyes that she found revolting. "You'll see more of me too once I go to Medical."

If I had my way, you'd be in Medical, you old fart, Vashkele thought. Preferably the morgue. "I'm looking forward to it, Admiral," she told him with a smile. "I'll be back later and you can tell me all about what you have in mind." With that, the fake Master Chief turned and headed out with his authorization code firmly in mind and things to set in motion.