Side Game: Dystopia

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In the world you are entering, there is a Federation. There is an Enterprise. There is even a Captain Kirk.

But in this world, they are not as you know them.

George Lowther, 27, is the captain of the pirate ship known throughout the galaxy as the Enterprise. Of course, he's not the real George Lowther, and neither was the man before him, a fellow called Chris Pike. They're in the process of trading the identity, so Pike can retire, having made his fortune. The new Lowther, real name James T. Kirk, has hired on a crew, and they're off on their first voyage, affiliated with the Federation of Interstellar Pirates.

So. How's the crew doing? And, of course, who's fucking?

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

UNKNOWN: Right, ye can- do this. Come in.

UNKNOWN: Um. Hi.

SCOTT, M: Hi. Here, um have a seat. Bloody hell! Er. Sorry.

RAND, J: Um. No, that's okay. I'm not laughing at you!

SCOTT, M: 's okay, I'm a clumsy piece of work today. Er, so, y'want that drink I promised you? And I have, er, souvenirs sort of thing from some of the ships I've been on. If ye're interested.

RAND, J: Okay. I've never had blackberry wine. Is it good? I'm interested. I think you--your experience on ships--um, is fascinating.

SCOTT, M: Dunno, actually. I got it off Captain Lowther and havena tried it. I.. You really think it's interesting? I don't want to bore you.

RAND, J: It's probably not very good then. Ji-George doesn't have very good taste. At all. But I mean, I'm sure I'll probably enjoy it--not that I enjoy bad things--just that um. So what kind of souvenirs do you have? Because I'm sure they're really um. Good.

SCOTT, M: Er. Oh. Er. Aye. I've got some parts from the first engine I built over here and all the specs for all the engines I've ever worked on. With markups showing where the designers were morons.

RAND, J: Oh. Wow. They look...you're really smart.

SCOTT, M: Nay, no' really. I just have a feel for engines and ships. They like me, I think.

RAND, J: They're not the only ones.

SCOTT, M: Er. I really did like your picture, y'know.

RAND, J: You don't have to lie. It wasn't very good.

SCOTT, M: I'm not lying to ye.

RAND, J: I--you really kept it.

SCOTT, M: Of course I did! Y'made it for me and it's sweet and all. I dunno if I've got a present that thoughtful before.

RAND, J: Really?

SCOTT, M: Aw, now what's that for, lass?

RAND, J: You really liked it?

SCOTT, M: Of course I did. I said so, didn't I?

RAND, J: Y-yes. I'm sorry. I didn't mean--I didn't want to cry on you like this but--I never had anyone keep one before.

SCOTT, M: Then they're a lot of morons, aren't they. Come on, lass, it's alright. Er.

RAND, J: Thank you. I'm sorry. Let's um...let's have that wine now.

SCOTT, M: Alright, if y'want. Here.

[(Anonymous)]

RAND, J: Wow. This is...surprisingly good.

SCOTT, M: It is? Oh, good. Aye, not bad.

RAND, J: You don't really like it, do you?

SCOTT, M: Not really to my taste, but I've had worse for certain. There was a month on the Helios where we were drinking the captain's horrible hooch every night and she was so tetchy y'didn't like to say no when she offered it. It was made out of carrots, I swear to you, and it made a person piss orangey.

RAND, J: Carrots? Oh, that sounds disgusting. What's the best drink you've ever had?

SCOTT, M: Sixty-year-old scotch whiskey. You?

RAND, J: Oh, nothing so fancy. A few years ago I had some Alvanian brandy. It was so disgusting but I was trying to celebrate and. Well, it was good to be drinking it.

SCOTT, M: Doesn't have to be good alcohol to be a good drink if the reason for drinking is good enough.

RAND, J: It was. A good reason, I mean. Where are you from? If you don't mind me asking, I mean. You don't have to answer that if you don't want to.

SCOTT, M: I'm from a dirty little nothing of a planet that nobody cares about and just about nobody leaves. Some spacers stop there once in a while for fuel or repairs and I managed to get hired on to one because their mechanic was incompetent.

RAND, J: Well I think it must be a pretty important planet if you came from there. That sounded so lame, I'm sorry.

SCOTT, M: Yer a sweet woman, y'know.

RAND, J: Thank you. This is a date, right? I'm having a really good time.

SCOTT, M: I, er, I think it is. That's good, then. You ought to smile more; it's nice.

RAND, J: Well, I'd like it to be. Thanks. I guess I um. I haven't really had that many reasons to smile up until now.

SCOTT, M: Sorry to hear that, lass. You want to talk about it? Y'don't have to.

RAND, J: I'd like to do that. Not...not now. But maybe, someday, I can? And I'll tell you about it. But for now I want to concentrate on just being happy with you. Is that okay?

SCOTT, M: If that's what you want, course it's okay. D'you... d'you want to go visit the observation deck? Ought to be pretty quiet at the moment.

RAND, J: With you? I'd really like that.

SCOTT, M: Brilliant.

NARRATOR SAYS

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[(Anonymous)]

Sender: Lowther, George
Recipient: Chapel, Christine

Judging by the doctor in my shower and the taste in my mouth, you might get your threesome after all.

[(Anonymous)]

Sender: Rand, Janice
Recipient: Lowther, George

Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you

[(Anonymous)]

Sender: Lowther, George
Recipient: Rand, Janice

For what?

[(Anonymous)]

Sender: Chapel, Christine
Recipient: Lowther, George

Is it too early in this relationship to say "I love you"? Because I do. I can think of nothing more that I could ever want. Now did you two actually fuck, or did you just skirt around the whole act? And I want to know exactly what happened, if you don't mind my asking.

[(Anonymous)]

Sender: Rand, Janice
Recipient: Lowther, George

I went on a date last night! And it was perfect and that wine was actually good and he likes me!

How did your dinner go?

[(Anonymous)]

Sender: Lowther, George
Recipient: Chapel, Christine

Yeah, probably.

I don't know what I want more, to double team you with him or to have him fuck me into you. Hell, lets go with both.

Um, we had dinner. I managed to blurt out that I like him. I got all embarrassed and went to clear his plat when he grabbed my wrist, turned me around and pulled me to him. Then there was kissing. And dirty talk. You need more? He fucked me hard, pulled like three orgasms out of me and I woke him up with a mouth around his cock.

[(Anonymous)]

Sender: Lowther, George
Recipient: Rand, Janice

I'm really glad for you, Rand. Do you like him, too?

It went well.

[(Anonymous)]

Sender: Chapel, Christine
Recipient: Lowther, George

Well I didn't mean it seriously. I honestly didn't think that he would even touch you until several months from now.

I have no problem with both happening.

I wish I could have watched that. He's so good, isn't he?

[(Anonymous)]

Sender: Rand, Janice
Recipient: Lowther, George

I do. I like him a lot. He's so sweet and kind and smart and funny.

That's good. I'm happy for you.

[(Anonymous)]

Sender: Lowther, George
Recipient: Chapel, Christine

The pink frilly apron might have won him over.

Good. I want every combination of the two of you that I can get. I want him to watch us, give us directions. Ugh. I just WANT.

God, yes. I never wanted him to stop.

[(Anonymous)]

Sender: Lowther, George
Recipient: Rand, Janice

And he had your picture?

Thanks. What's on the docket today?

[(Anonymous)]

Sender: Chapel, Christine
Recipient: Lowther, George

I imagine it did. You probably looked just like a wayward housewife needing some firm discipline.

I think it's all of that medical training. It taught him how to take charge and make a body do exactly what he wants it to. You should see if you can get him to fuck you in sickbay, strapped down to a biobed. He had to escort me to my room after that, I was barely able to walk.

[(Anonymous)]

Sender: Rand, Janice
Recipient: Lowther, George

Yes! He had it by an old map. He said it was the best present he had ever gotten before.

Please ignore the file name. I think I was putting that together when I was a wee bit angry with you.

att: assholesched.file

[(Anonymous)]

Sender: Lowther, George
Recipient: Chapel, Christine

That was kinda the plan.

His knowledge of anatomy is pretty impressive. He kept me on the brink for what frlt like years. I as a mess. Begging, sobbing, you name it. I didn't kno anything besides his hands and his mouth and him.

Probably not gonna happen, for me. Captain has to keep up some appearances. That doesn't mean I can't get an extra set of restraints, though.

[(Anonymous)]

Sender: Lowther, George
Recipient: Rand, Janice

That is sweet.

Okay, wipe the morning clear. I've got some files to go through. You should know, so you can help. We got intel about a Fleet spy on board. I'm looking for inconsistencies.

[(Anonymous)]

Sender: Chapel, Christine
Recipient: Lowther, George

You sir, are a genius.

Get used to it. Every time he touches me, even we're working, all I can think about is the way he knows how to use my body and turn me into a whimpering, begging mess.

You should. If you think there was nothing but him before, just wait until he has you strapped down.

[(Anonymous)]

Sender: Chapel, Christine
Recipient: Lowther, George

He's sweet.

Yes sir. Should I meet you in your ready room?

[(Anonymous)]

Sender: Lowther, George
Recipient: Chapel, Christine

Thank you, Nurse.

He does have a way of doing that, doesn't he? It's impressive.

Ugh. I want everything from him. That's weird, isn't it?

[(Anonymous)]

Sender: Lowther, George
Recipient: Rand, Janice

You're sweet together.

Yes, give me 20 to get the doctor out of my shower.

[(Anonymous)]

Sender: Chapel, Christine
Recipient: Lowther, George

Not a problem, Captain.

He does. It is.

Depends on how you define "everything."

[(Anonymous)]

Sender: Rand, Janice
Recipient: Lowther, George

Thank you.

Why do you need 20 minutes to

You know what? I don't want to know. See you in 20.