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While Tara is nominally the Captain of Lesbian One, the state of emergency in the Confederacy requires that the Tactician takes the chair. That would be me. I also hold the rank of Captain but the ship's skipper is Commodore Tara McEndicott. My sister. I'm the youngest sib. You may have heard of me. Monica McEndicott.
"Orders, Captain?" that from Tara, as the acting XO. The computer's ship manifest says we have an XO assigned but no other data. Although Dru was supposed to be the XO but she was tasked at the last minute to lead a conventional task force to follow up our mission with firepower aplenty. Just in case. So...
"Get us ready to depart, XO," I says
"Acknowledged,"my sister says, ready to check in with all the stations. Pulling my console in front of me, I verify Engineering is all in the green. We don't have the Chief Engineer. This mission is about rescuing the engineer, Lieutenant Angela Marsh, taken captive by the terrorist Teresa Waylan.
"Engineering is go," I report to the XO.
"Tactical?" Tara asks.
Nat's right behind me. Since we're shortstaffed, Nat's filling in. She is an amazing woman who can do any job on ship. If circumstances were different, she'd be a captain on her own boat. And I'd be her XO. Just like in bed.
"Tactical is go," Nat reports. And she tickles my lust. Probably read my thoughts on her.
Wicked little wench! Goddess, but I do love that woman! With more tickling. I do not need to turn around to see her shit eating grin.
"Sensor Suite?" Tara queries.
I consult sensor systems. Since I designed Lez One, I know it well. My eldest sister Megan is the galaxy's second best sensor tech, behind Nat, of course, manning that station, She favors me with a smile.
"Sensor Suite is go."

"CompSci?"While I was checking the sensors, I also launched a diagnostic on the server and network. It came back green. I hope that's enough.
*It is*. Tara mindspeaks me. Either of us are well qualified for that position but our current assignment has me responsible so:
"CompSci is go."
"Vehicle Control is go," I report, as I checked the Shuttle earlier. About the size of an aircar.

Lez One is more an exploration vessel - and a really fast ship! - than a bombardment class dreadnought. We can't fight our way out of trouble but we should be able top outrun it.
"Astrogation is go," Tara reports, sitting in that chair. Crisply and efficiently. And no longer resenting my success. Although her accomplishments will fill history books. She never had to worry about that.
"Pilot?" Tara asks.
"Pilot is go," Vanessa Marshall reports. Angie's best friend. And the best pilot in the galaxy. Even the Empyrean One thought so and she was an amazing pilot. For her to elevate anyone for anything speaks of Vanessa's skills. Which has earned her the moniker Rocketgrrrl.
The Empyrean One.
I sigh softly. I don't know if I'll ever get her out of my system. To be in her arms and -

ZAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
My head stings from that bolt.

*Keep up that line of thinking and you'll be sleeping alone, Captain* Nat mindspeaks me.
*Sorry, my Queen* I reply. *I'll behave.*
*Much better* she says. *Just so you know who's really in charge on this boat.*
*That would be you.*
*Right* she mindspeaks. *And don't you forget it.*
ZAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
*What was that for?* I ask, rubbing my head.
*Reminding you who's really in charge.*

*You already did that*
ZAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
*OW!* as I rub my temple. *Will you please stop?*

*Make me* she says as she stimulates my lust. I have never been able to defend against her attacks. She's getting me wet. During a checklist of all times.
"You win," I say. No one says anything, mercifully, though Tara could not have missed that exchange.

*I always do* she mindspeaks, triumphantly.
*Children* I hear in my head, crisply and full of authority. *Focus. Play later.*
She steps on the bridge. I thought I had lost her during the reset. We all thought she was gone. Two months and nothing and now -
"Commander Nadia Ionescu reporting for duty."

Description
While Tara is nominally the Captain of Lesbian One, the state of emergency in the Confederacy requires that the Tactician takes the chair. That would be me. I also hold the rank of Captain but the ship's skipper is Commodore Tara McEndicott. My sister. I'm the youngest sib. You may have heard of me. Monica McEndicott.
"Orders, Captain?" that from Tara, as the acting XO. The computer's ship manifest says we have an XO assigned but no other data. Although Dru was supposed to be the XO but she was tasked at the last minute to lead a conventional task force to follow up our mission with firepower aplenty. Just in case. So...
"Get us ready to depart, XO," I says
"Acknowledged,"my sister says, ready to check in with all the stations. Pulling my console in front of me, I verify Engineering is all in the green. We don't have the Chief Engineer. This mission is about rescuing the engineer, Lieutenant Angela Marsh, taken captive by the terrorist Teresa Waylan.
"Engineering is go," I report to the XO.
"Tactical?" Tara asks.
Nat's right behind me. Since we're shortstaffed, Nat's filling in. She is an amazing woman who can do any job on ship. If circumstances were different, she'd be a captain on her own boat. And I'd be her XO. Just like in bed.
"Tactical is go," Nat reports. And she tickles my lust. Probably read my thoughts on her.
Wicked little wench! Goddess, but I do love that woman! With more tickling. I do not need to turn around to see her shit eating grin.
"Sensor Suite?" Tara queries.
I consult sensor systems. Since I designed Lez One, I know it well. My eldest sister Megan is the galaxy's second best sensor tech, behind Nat, of course, manning that station, She favors me with a smile.
"Sensor Suite is go."

"CompSci?"While I was checking the sensors, I also launched a diagnostic on the server and network. It came back green. I hope that's enough.
*It is*. Tara mindspeaks me. Either of us are well qualified for that position but our current assignment has me responsible so:
"CompSci is go."
"Vehicle Control is go," I report, as I checked the Shuttle earlier. About the size of an aircar.

Lez One is more an exploration vessel - and a really fast ship! - than a bombardment class dreadnought. We can't fight our way out of trouble but we should be able top outrun it.
"Astrogation is go," Tara reports, sitting in that chair. Crisply and efficiently. And no longer resenting my success. Although her accomplishments will fill history books. She never had to worry about that.
"Pilot?" Tara asks.
"Pilot is go," Vanessa Marshall reports. Angie's best friend. And the best pilot in the galaxy. Even the Empyrean One thought so and she was an amazing pilot. For her to elevate anyone for anything speaks of Vanessa's skills. Which has earned her the moniker Rocketgrrrl.
The Empyrean One.
I sigh softly. I don't know if I'll ever get her out of my system. To be in her arms and -

ZAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
My head stings from that bolt.

*Keep up that line of thinking and you'll be sleeping alone, Captain* Nat mindspeaks me.
*Sorry, my Queen* I reply. *I'll behave.*
*Much better* she says. *Just so you know who's really in charge on this boat.*
*That would be you.*
*Right* she mindspeaks. *And don't you forget it.*
ZAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
*What was that for?* I ask, rubbing my head.
*Reminding you who's really in charge.*

*You already did that*
ZAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
*OW!* as I rub my temple. *Will you please stop?*

*Make me* she says as she stimulates my lust. I have never been able to defend against her attacks. She's getting me wet. During a checklist of all times.
"You win," I say. No one says anything, mercifully, though Tara could not have missed that exchange.

*I always do* she mindspeaks, triumphantly.
*Children* I hear in my head, crisply and full of authority. *Focus. Play later.*
She steps on the bridge. I thought I had lost her during the reset. We all thought she was gone. Two months and nothing and now -
"Commander Nadia Ionescu reporting for duty."