Happy First Anniversary, Baby!


By Tommyhawk1@aol.com

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Tom Paris looked at the alien technicians who were working on his shuttle, a frown distorting his features. He felt a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. "They will have it functional in another day or so. It is so difficult meshing our two technologies."
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Tom's face cleared, he turned to the Thushthif and said, "Yes, Hifshth (he was getting pretty good on that name after four days, he realized), I know. It's just that today is sort of special to me."
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"In what way, Ththmm?" Hifshth wasn't doing so well on his name, difficult when you had to speak with two tongues, both deeply forked! The translator would take care of everything but proper words like names--the danger of a misunderstanding by the translation to and from the word's meaning could be worse than a mere mispronunciation--As the aliens of Wolf-359 proved when a young Earth contacted them and learned that their President's name when translated and then translated back turned into "slime-ball." Fortunately, they had also turned out to have a sense of humor and proportion, but translators had left names strictly alone ever since. Cadets learned to visibly struggle with a word they weren't sure of just in case a slight change in emphasis mattered....
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Tom shook his head back to the present. "I married my mate one human year ago this day. My ship will be here to pick me up tomorrow if we can't get the shuttle running, but tomorrow...
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"Tomorrow is not today. I understand." Hifshth said. "Would you come to my domicile this evening? I will have my mate prepare human food for you and you can at least spend the evening among your friends among the Thushthif."
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Tom smiled. "Thanks. I'd like that."
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A storm of hisses erupted from inside the shuttle, alarm.
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Hifshth was quick to shout. "Report!"
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"Sir, we have just received a communication from the Federation ship. It is flagged as urgent and important. But sir, the power coupling for the communications unit burned out right after the reception. We have the message, but cannot play it!"
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"And you should not play it. It is for our guest." Hifshth said.
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Tom was scared. Could something have happened to Voyager? To Chakotay? "I've got to hear that message right away!"
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"I agree."
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"Sir, Shthifffsh has just patched in a temporary power link. If the alien guest will join us, we can play for him at least part of the message right now."
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Tom and Hifshth went into the shuttle, Tom flat-out running and Hifshth not far behind with his multi-legged canter that could have beat Tom inside easily had he chosen to do so.
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Tom made a running jump over two technicians at the entrance of the shuttle and cleared the impromptu hurdle easily.
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"I'm here." he said. "Play it."
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Tom looked up at the message came on-screen. Chakotay was standing there on the bridge, the rest of the crew watching him with fret and fear on their faces. Chakotay, love, he thought! The distress in your face! The pain! "Oh, God!" he sighed.
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"Tom, I have some terrible news for you. A crisis has just developed aboard Voyager and only you can help...." At this point, the static covered Chakotay's worried face and the technician said, "I'm sorry, sir. That's all we can do."
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"I've got to get the rest of this message." Tom said, turning to Hifshth, "Is there any way we can use one of the Thushthif communicators?"
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"You use a different frequency band than we do." Hifshth said. "I grieve with you for the danger to your people."
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"Sir?" Shthifffsh said.
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"Yes?"
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"There is one solution."
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"What is that?"
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"The planetary emergency station. It broadcasts the message on all frequencies at the same time. Any message leaks a little in the other frequencies. If we broadcast this message from there, then our system-wide communications display should get enough of the proper signal to let the entire message be seen. Of course, since it would come in as an emergency signal, it would be immediately rebroadcast planet-wide."
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"In other words, I would see the message, but so would your entire planet?" Tom said.
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"Yes. If the message wasn't meant for Thushthif, say, a plot to attack our planet, not that we think you would...."
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"You have said enough, Shthifffsh." Hifshth said. "None of us think this Federation vessel is coming to attack us."
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"I was just giving an example, sir." The Thushthif tech cringed, lowering himself until his belly scraped the floor and slunk off in that manner like an enormous scaly spider.
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"I know." Hifshth sighed. "Why is it that our best technicians always have such poor interpersonal skills? Is it any better among your own people?"
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Tom thought of B'Elanna. "Not really." he admitted.
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"You have heard the only solution we can offer, though. Shall we send the message to our planetary emergency station?"
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"You'd do that for me? Use your emergency facilities for me?"
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"By beginning with a message from our President, explaining the reason and lack of planetary danger, yes. Why not? Glad to be of assistance."
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"I'd be very grateful." Tom said. "How soon can we do it?"
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"Within the hour. I will communicate with our President."
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Tom was sitting in the central tower a half-hour later. Suddenly, every screen in the station came on at once, high-volume. "Do not be alarmed." said the Thushthif President who appeared at the same time. "Our planet is not in danger. You all know that an alien visitor from the other side of the galaxy has arrived on our planet a few days ago and his ship is en route here. That ship is in danger and needs our help. But the visitor's shuttle was damaged and cannot display that message, and the only way for him to view this urgent communication is to use this system. In the interests of inter-galactic peace and the wealth of informational trade his ship is bringing with it, I have agreed to this use. Repeat, our planet is not in danger. Return to your usual tasks. The alien message begins now."
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Again the signal from the bridge, again Chakotay standing there with the other crew members, all looking worried.
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"Tom, I have some terrible news for you. A crisis has just developed aboard Voyager and only you can help me." The view screen began to close in upon his face, until Tom could see every pain-etched line. " Ever since you left, things here have gotten worse and worse. There is a need here that only you can fill. My love, my dearest love, the crisis here is..." and now the screen was on Chakotay's face only, "that today is our anniversary and we are not together. So I decided to send you this message." And the pain suddenly vanished as a grin spread over his face. "A message of my love!"
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The view snapped back to full screen, still of the bridge, but now the crewmembers were all grinning widely, the lights of the bridge began to flash in colors, all red, now all blue, now all yellow, now all green, then sections began to change colors. A musical tune with a strong rhythmic beat began to play and Chakotay began to dance. Not the ballroom dances he favored, not with Janeway or any of the other crewmembers, all alone, he was dancing a dance Tom suddenly remembered from an old movie they had seen. That was the music, too! Chakotay was dancing a stripper tune!
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"Oh, my God!" Tom said.
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"Your ship does not seem to be in any distress." Hifshth said as the bridge crew applauded and cheered Chakotay on as he moved in sensuous bumps-and-grinds, while he wormed his jacket open. "Unless those lights are laser attacks. But if I understand your species' emotional states, they are happy."
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"This message was meant for me, personally." Tom explained, his face bright red. "My mate intended to make me smile as I viewed this." And maybe more, he thought, as Chakotay threw the jacket to Captain Janeway, who snatched it out of mid-air. "That is not the bridge of our ship, but rather a recreational area set up to look like our ship's bridge. Everything there but my mate is a hologram image."
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"I see." Hifshth said.
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"Is there any way we can stop this message." Tom said. "As my mate intended this for my viewing alone, his actions may become somewhat...inappropriate?"
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Hifshth shook his head. "The emergency signal is on all frequencies. Our planet's communications are paralyzed until it is done. I pray your mate did not leave an overlong message."
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"I don't think he did." Tom said as he watched Chakotay dance, the T-shirt coming off next. Then Chakotay jumped onto a railing and B'Elanna and Harry bent over to pull his boots off for him while he threw his head back in a languorous movement. The lights began to play over Chakotay in small spots of color that managed to turn his glistening body (he must have programmed a mist of water to play over him at this point, the way his chest shone in larger and larger dots of light). B'Elanna and Harry went back for the socks, and ran off waving their trophy-socks over their heads and whooping. "Yep, definitely hologram images. I wonder if Harry and B'Elanna know he used their images?"
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"Our President is going to be furious." Hifshth said in despair.
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"Yeah." Tom said, his eyes glued to his lover's body as the trousers came off in one yank (break-away trousers! Chakotay had manufactured breakaway trousers for him!) and Chakotay was now dressed only in a small brief G-string. THAT was new, too! "And my Captain is going to have a few words to say as well, when she finds out that her commanding officer sent a message to me, marked urgent, and all it is, Chakotay dancing like a..." That's when the humor caught up to Tom and he burst out laughing. "...like a cheap back-alley whore!" That was a line from the movie, too. "Oh, Chakotay, love, how I miss you! Dance, lover! Dance!"
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Hifshth was in an agony of fretfulness. "Our children will be watching this. All of our children! No way to prevent them from seeing all of this. When does this dance end?"
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"I'm not sure." Tom said. "He's already at the point where the dance should stop, but the music is only half over."
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Chakotay had moved back to his chair, and draped himself over it. The briefs were also breakaway and Tom watched as his thick cock was revealed, rising up, and Chakotay began to stroke it while smiling out of the view screen.
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"I hope the teachers and parents are smart enough to cut the power to their homes." muttered Hifshth. "Oh, I can just hear what the President is going to say!" And Hifshth hunkered down like the technician had done, his belly scraping the ground in a public apology.
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Tom knew that the repercussions of this would be tremendous. The President may cut off all communication with Voyager because of this. He might have to abandon the shuttle for an emergency beam-out. He...
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Chakotay's strokes became more rapid and Tom watched the thick love-meat hungrily as it was stroked for him, the screen closing in to where nothing was on the ten-foot-high monitor but Chakotay's cock, now being stroked in a rapid pounding. The view pivoted until now it was Chakotay's face and his cock and part of his hand only, Chakotay looking at Tom through the screen and licking his lips insolently, his eyes glazed with desire, his face softened with passion, his cockhead turning purple, the balls moving up to become taut orbs close together at the base of his cock, now rising partly up the shaft, and Chakotay was audibly panting, audible even over the pounding drum-beat music. He must have added the music later, Tom realized, for when the music rose to a crescendo, Chakotay's eyes closed and he blasted his wad into the air, to fall all over his invisible chest, only white lines across the view screen. Done, the view pivoted to give Tom and all of the planet a good look at his jizz-load sprinkled over his chest.
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Chakotay panted and said, "This is waiting for you when you get back, Tom. I miss you, darling and I love you so much. I hope I didn't scare you too much with that beginning. But I got your attention, didn't I? Happy first anniversary, baby!"
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"Yes, love." Tom sighed as the message ended. "You certainly got my attention, all right."
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The President's face was next on the view screen and Tom began the task of repairing interspecies relations. Hifshth was a prostrate mass of apology beside him. Once again, alien humor saved the day, that and the fact that a Thushthif's reproduction cycle was nothing like a human's. An egg laid by the female went into a special sac of the male's, and...never mind, the Thushthif were appeased. But very, very curious.
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Voyager arrived the next day, but Tom's communication panel was repaired by then and his shuttle would be available for lift-off that very evening. "It'll need an overhaul when I get there, but we'll carry a good bit of their technology along for study. Doubt we can use much of it, but when Voyager gets home, the scientists will be happy."
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"Anything unusual to report since our last communication, Tom?" Janeway asked him.
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"Only that the President would like to meet Chakotay in person." Tom said blandly.
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"Really?" Chakotay said. Then he grinned. Tom grinned back. Let Chakotay think he was being given an excuse to join me, he thought. So much the better! Hifshth had cooperated and as soon as Chakotay arrived, he would be greeted with a replay of the message after a suitable introduction about the circumstances of the message. Followed by a formal reception where several of Tom's Thushthif friends would ask him carefully pre-arranged questions. Just enough to make Chakotay uncomfortable all evening.
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"Oh, yes." he said very sincerely. "A lot of the Thushthif would just love to meet you."
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If Tom would never forget his first anniversary, he was sure Chakotay wouldn't, either!
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THE END