A New Day, A New Me

Posted on Sun Oct 10th, 2021 @ 2:21pm by Commodore Keiben Haistro & Commander Lillian Carter

725 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Episode 3 - Fear Is Fear Itself
Location: Lillians quarters, Habitat ring
Timeline: MD4 2300, MD5 0600

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It had been a long day and Lillian felt exhausted. No... more than that, she felt completely drained. She's had her ship shot out from under her and encountered grizzly operations of supposedly dead crew members. Now they were stuck on this Cardassian monstrosity while Starfleet turned up.

The entire crew had been given temporary quarters in the Habitat ring as the Copernicus was still unable to sustain its crew.

The door to her quarters opened and she looked around with a frown. She was not a fan of Cardassian architecture at the best of times and she had experienced herself, from a previous visit to Deep Space Nine that Cardassian beds were not the most comfortable.

Thank goodness that the replicators were online and that the main computer could interface with the computer aboard the Copernicus. She managed to replicate some basic essentials such as a hairbrush, some soap and some additional blankets. She would replicate a clean uniform in the morning. She had also managed to acquire a tricorder which she was now using to scan the room, just to make sure it was secure. The room was nothing special with a table and chair, a mirror on the wall near the replicator and through a doorway a single bed in a tiny bedroom with a washroom off to the side.

Once she was satisfied, she approached the replicator.

"Computer. One Rubens sandwich."

The computer beeped "That item is not on file. This food terminal is currently configured for Cardassian food only."

"What about the uplink to the Copernicus?"

"Food replication patterns are non-compatiable with this replicator system."

"What about clothes?" She asked concerned she would have to spend another day in the same uniform.

"Garment replication patterns are compatible."

Great, just great. I'll have to have a little talk with our chief engineer about this." Lillian muttered to herself. "Look I'm really hungry. What was the most popular dish requested by the previous crew?"

"Stand by..." The computer worked and then replied, "Sem'hal stew was most frequently requested."

"Fine. I'll have a bowl of that she said as she rubbed her arms which suddenly ached for some reason."

She took the bowl from the replicator and sat down at the nearby table. She took a spoonful of the stew which was not the greatest but she was so hungry that she ate it all anyway.

"Wow! I guess I was hungry."

She stood up and recycled the plate in the replicator then replicated a loose-fitting nightgown. It felt good to get out of her unfirm which was starting to feel really constricted, especially around her bum and chest. She sighed "No more pudding for you girl." She muttered to herself as she put on her nightgown and stood in front of the mirror, brushing her long brown hair. She then picked up the additional blankets she had replicated and went into the bedroom. "Computer please give me a 0600 alarm tomorrow morning."

"Acknowledged."

And with that, she crawled into bed and fell into a very deep sleep.


0600 hours the next morning

Lillian awoke feeling full of energy. She stretched, a lock of her long red hair falling across her face.
She got out of bed slipping out of her nightgown and into the adjoining bathroom for a quick sonic shower. She then walked into the main room, stopping when she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror.

Slowly she walked up to it.

The person looking back at her was strange, yet familiar. Her hair was now red, her face, nose, teeth even her smile was different. Her legs were longer, her butt rounder, her chest fuller and yet... it was her. She stood looking at the reflection for a moment. She was not shocked or alarmed even, just curious as she looked herself over.

She then replicated a clean uniform that when she tried to get it on, she discovered did not fit her.

She sighed, picking up her tricorder and scanning herself, she spoke to the computer in her light, musical voice "Computer interface with my tricorder and replicated a new uniform."

"Discrepancy in measurements on file detected. Replace existing measurements?"

"No kidding." she muttered "Yes, replace the measurements."

The replicator then gave her another clean uniform that fitted perfectly.

Suitably dressed, she headed for Ops.

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