Things We Do

Carys Piper sighed as she pulled on her crimson uniform skirt, wriggling to get it over her hips. Glancing at the officer dressing himself on the other side of her bed the ensign took a moment to admire his well-formed physique, imagining herself as his captain's mate rather than belonging to the entire ship, before reaching for the crop-top carelessly thrown atop the cabin's desk.
"You'll be available next week."
Commander Recip Turvan's words were softly spoken but still unmistakably an order, a slight blush appearing on Piper's cheeks, and she nodded in agreement.
"Aye sir. I'll be waiting for you."

Piper waited until the commander was gone and then finished garbing herself, wrapping a sash around her waist as she stepped from her cabin. Foot traffic midway during the morning shift was light, quiet enough that Piper made it to her station without being stopped by too many security patrols. A smile and a wink got her past those she couldn't avoid and as doors hissed shut behind her, reforming the impaled Earth that was the symbol of the Terran Empire's Imperial Starfleet, Piper let out another sigh.

Sliding a data-card into her terminal, logging in with a simple swipe over the terminal's control board, Piper called up the information on the data-card. A screen displaying the passcodes for a slew of ship's systems, all obtained during acts of carnality, appeared and Piper used the code for food management, adding a two-stage poison to the meal usually requested by the captain.

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Piper's entry into the system was noted though, by minds far more devious than her, and it was during the middle of the night shift that a team of security officers burst into her cabin, rudely awakening the sleeping ensign. She was escorted to the nearest set of agony booths, still in the lingerie she'd retired to bed in, and roughly thrown into a waiting booth, its doors coming together with an amplified thud. Only two security officers remained to watch her torture, her gaze flicking from one impassive face to the other, and then she screamed as the booth was activated.

Howling bounced around the inside of the agony booth, loud enough for the observing officers to hear. The pain being inflicted by the malevolent device was forcing Piper to writhe, providing a wonderful show for the onlookers, and the ensign slumped against the doors when the booth ended its programmed cycle, eyes rolling wildly as she tried to control her breathing.
"You have been found guilty of attempting to assassinate the captain. As well as a host of other crimes." Piper slowly looked up, staring into the disapproving eyes of Commander Turvan for just a moment before glancing away. "Did you have a reason?"
"It was for you. All of it for you."
Turvan sneered at Piper when she croaked out a response, stepping back from the agony booth, and he focused his attention on her as he spoke to the security officer at the booth's control board.
"Leave her in there until she expires. Let her be an example for anyone suffering from the delusions of love."