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The Emerald Tide

Posted on Mon Jan 21st, 2019 @ 6:58pm by Lieutenant Commander Thex sh'Zoarhi & Ensign Tathaa & Lieutenant Commander Mnhei'sahe Dox

Mission: Section 31-B
Location: Officer's Mess
Timeline: 2396, en route to Earth for Shore leave

Lieutenant Mnhei'sahe Dox, Personal Log.

It's been over a month now since damage to my DNA that was performed on me as a young child was undone by the HERA's Chief Medical Officer Asa Dael. In that time, my body has gone through a number of biological changes as my Romulan DNA has been restored to its former prominence in my genetic makeup. It's still something of an adjustment, honestly.

And as of 06:00 hours this morning, the biggest adjustment finally happened. When I hit puberty, it did not come with most of the expected aspects of a female cycle. Which is to say I've never really had a full period. At the time, without looking all that hard, a doctor came to the conclusion that as a hybrid of two races generally considered biologically incompatible, I was very likely sterile and would never have a full period. He likened me to, of all things, a Terran mule. A comparison that was not exactly thrilled with.

However having my DNA repaired and my body chemistry returning to what it should be, the answer to the question of my reproductive… functionality... appears to be quite the reverse.

Much to my surprise, I woke up this morning in an uncomfortable pool of green blood. So much green. It feels like my body is making up for lost time as I had to basically replicate my sheets out of existence and requisition a new mattress pad, which thankfully is a completely automated process the computer handles, also through the ships replicators. The underwear and sleep shirt I was wearing were also… lost causes.

The replicator has provided me with the medical products required to make sure I'm not bleeding all over the ship, which is a good thing. This is the kind of stuff most women learn how to prepare with way earlier, after all.

I can still smell it, though. I am really hoping it's just how sensitive my sense of smell as gotten. I've showered twice and I know I'm clean.

I don't know. Maybe this is why I've been fixated more than normal on the relationships among my friends. Damn hormones.

This is going to be a very long day. Which reminds me, I'm going to need to ask Asa how long I can expect this to be going on for, as my mother was quite pleased to not have to elaborate on the subject with me growing up.

End recording.
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Stepping across the Flight Control Office, Dox had a PaDD in one hand as she was reviewing the results of engine efficiency revisions on helm control. Standing in front of the office replicator, she ordered a tray of osol twists. A particularly tart Romulan desert treat that she had been craving for a few days now. She was scheduled to take over at the helm herself in half an hour for a shift and was having a difficult time concentrating.

While 24th century medical science kept her from worrying about leaving green stains on her uniform, she had little defense against the fidgety energy that had her squirming at the helm of the mighty Starship for hours.

At the end of her shift for the day, Dox was fairly starving and a little irritable as she walked briskly to the Officer's Lounge for dinner. She desperately didn't want to go to her quarters and was feeling somewhat claustrophobic in her snug uniform. Ordering a large tray of boneless buffalo wings, extra hot and a large glass of Romulan lehe'jhme juice, she made her way to a table in the far corner of the room to sit and people watch.

While Dox was remarkably introverted more often than not, she tended to enjoy watching the crew going about the ship. But today, she was finding herself getting annoyed as she watched crewmembers coming in to eat in pairs. Suddenly, the young pilot was feeling tremendously lonely. It felt like she was the only person on the Hera who wasn't in some kind of relationship except for maybe Doctor Dael.

Pushing a fork full of buffalo chicken into her mouth, she rolled her eyes as she thought. 'I'm not asexual, but you wouldn't know it to look at me.’ she sighed. The Captain had Maica and Rita Paris and Sonak's marriage was like something out of epic poetry.

It was at this point in her train of thought that the HERA's Chief Engineer, Lieutenant Commander Thex sh'Zoarhi came walking in with her recently transferred new girlfriend, Ensign Tathaa. The Andorian couple looked so impossibly happy together and it just served to remind Dox of how long it had been since the last time she had tried, and epically failed, to have a relationship of any kind.

For a moment, she sat and thought. She had been in active duty with Starfleet for about 6 and a half years. And the first and last time she had ever had sex in her adult life was as a freshman at the academy. She groaned audibly as she realized it had been a decade.

Suddenly, she wasn't hungry anymore. At least for hot wings. She chugged her juice down, grabbed her tray to put up and quickly tried to evacuate the mess hall before Thex noticed her. The Chief Engineer was extremely friendly and Dox generally liked talking with her, but didn't want to have to talk about what she was thinking about at the moment.

After all that had happened, Thex was happy to spend time with her girlfriend. The two had still no luck in finding any "male" andorians on the dating app, but the two of them were, for the most part, more than happy. After taking their food and drink to one of the tables the two had been chatting for a while before Thex noticed Lieutenant Mnhei'sahe Dox heading for the door.

"Hey Dox, not seen you in a bit. Why don't you come join us." She said friendly to the hybrid as she walked by.

'Hnave!' Dox thought to herself, cursing in Romulan. With an awkward and slightly forced smile, she stopped and turned towards the pair still holding a half full tray of food. "Uh. Okay." Walking over, she set her tray down and took a set next to the couple. "Hi."

"Are you okay? You look a little on edge." The andorian said as she took a bite from the nachos before her. "If your still suffering discomfort from the alterations I could book you an appointment with the doctor." Added the anear nurse.

"Huh... oh, no. No. No discomfort or anything." Dox was stamering and she knew it, so she tried to slow down. "Besides, Asa's quarters are right next to mine and I bug them enough. I could just, uh, knock on the wall if I needed anything. Heh."

Dox's smile betrayed her uncomfortability in the moment. She generally enjoyed their company but felt like she was going to crawl out of her own skin and was blushing a mild green as she spoke. 'Oh god, they know. They have to smell it at least. Shoot me out an airlock.' she thought to herself.

"Sorry, I'm just a little preoccupied with... um... work stuff. How's... How are you two doing?" Dox tried to change the subject, biting her lip slightly as she spoke.

Thex thought it was rather odd behavior for the flight officer, but decided to drop it. "Going to be nice to get some shore leave on Earth. Got any plans?" She asked politely.

Relieved that the conversation was staying generic, Dox jumped on the easy question.."I used to have family there, and have some stuff in storage. Just a bunch of boxes, and old hoverbike. But I need to go through it and get whatever I'm keeping beamed into storage here. Otherwise, not really."

Forgetting the basics of casual conversation for a moment, the anxious aviatrix followed up rather quickly. "Uh... what about you two?"

" Oh, we were planning to go diving in the caribbean sea. Your welcome to join us if you want to." Thex said calmly.

Now Dox knew her anxiety must be projecting across the room, but she did her best to keep it in check. "Yeah, that sounds like an extremely romantic plan. One that does not require my mucking it up." She forced a chuckle out, but tried to jump subject quickly.

"But, anyway, I need to get... stop back in my office for a bit before crashing for the night. Need to... well... yeah. Thanks for calling me over. But I really do need to get back to work." As the words stumbled out, she knew she was making a fool of herself as her shift was long over. But she stood up with a smile, bumping the table slightly. "Ooh... uh... Pardon me."

"Are you sure your alright?" Thex said softly worried about what seemed to have happened to the hybrid.

Sensing legitimate concern, and not wanting to blow it off, Dox paused and slowed down. "I'm okay, really. It's..." She winced slightly as she whispered, not wanting to project it.

"Fixed DNA means fixed... Ugh... fixed... hormones. Which are super new for me and... uh... yeah. That." She desperately hoped the pair understood without having to go into the green and gory details. "Sorry. Really."

Before Thex could say anything the anear spoke calmly, soflty and professionally. " Try some cabomectin tablets and get some sleep. It should help." She said quietly enough for no one but them to hear having guessed the likely cause of the hybrids behavior.

Smiling a bit more naturally now, Dox chuckled as she replied, still nervous. "Thanks..I will." Then she stepped back to continue out of the mess hall before pausing again.

"And... just... Thanks." She smiled and nodded as she stepped out of the room.

" Okay do I want to know what's up with her?" Thex asked feeling very confused.

" Not unless you want to lose your lunch." Replied the anear as she continued her own lunch.
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The red-headed Romulan rushed back to her quarters, sweating just a little while trying to avoid eye contact with every crewmember she passed. One inside, she yanked the front of her uniform tunic open and called up to the ceiling. “Computer… begin playing… Metal Mix 3. Volume set to six. Engage sound proofing field.”

Dox skipped her usual practice of saying 'please’ when accessing the computer as a particularly loud and decidedly angry song began to play, with lyrics roared out in Klingon. One of the few elements of human culture that she connected with in her few years on Earth was the musical style called 'metal’. But this album was one of many she discovered from a KLINGON band. That race may not have been a huge fan of human culture, but once Klingon teenagers discovered human Metal music, it quickly began infiltrating the culture and a ton of really good Klingon bands started to appear. It was something Dox really liked to listen to as the Klingons just GOT Metal. The Orion's too.

Her first thought was to beat the crap out of her practice dummy before remember that she had it removed. And besides, the way she was feeling now, she wasn't completely sure she wouldn't want to do something else with the thing. ‘Oh god, that's disgusting, Mnhei'sahe!’ she thought to herself.

As the music blared, Dox felt irritated by it. “Computer, end music.” Then felt slightly silly, but caught herself and followed it up. “Sorry. Please.” As if the computer had been waiting for her to remember her manners, it seemed to wait for that 'please’ to finally deactivate the music.

She walked over to her closet as she pulled her uniform top, frustrated and feeling extremely warm all of a sudden. Opening up the closet, she grabbed a hanger to put her uniform on as she paused. Just inside, in a clear storage bag was the amazing, beautiful green feathered dress given to her a few weeks ago by Ensign Mona Gonadie.

She stared at it for a moment, before pulling the bag out to unzip it. Dox ran her hand over the beautiful feathered ruffles that flowed from a deep green to a vivid lavender. As she did, she thought of the beautiful and infectiously energetic Miradonian woman who gifted it to her. She thought of Mona's deep, reflective eyes and the rainbow colors of her plumage.

And as she thought, Dox felt a warmth in her stomach that replaced her usual anxiety as her eyes snapped open wide.

“Imirrhlhhse!” She cursed out loud to herself.

 

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