<USS Avalon> "The Pleasures of Power"

 
"The Pleasures of Power"
Lieutenant Colonel Soliel 
 
There was a soft hum that filled the small office. A  hum that could be 
heard, as well as felt beneath her feet. It was a comforting  hum, an 
empowering 
hum. The hum was an effect from the perfectly running systems  that encircled 
her little sanctuary. Her systems, her warp core, her engines. Oh  the power 
that raged though those systems and there by through her. 
 
Soliel sat at her desk with her back to the  door. Her head rested against 
the back of her smooth leather chair, rolling  side to side slightly as her 
body 
reacted to the sensations that coursed through  it. Her fingers wrapped 
around the arm rests so tightly that her knuckles began  to turn white. Such 
power, 
such control. She liked being in control. She liked  being the one the rest 
bowed to in one form or the other. They either feared  her, loved her, depended 
on her, or trusted her. Most of the time it was a  pleasant mix of all of 
that with a dash of telepathic manipulation to season the  soup.
 
The pleasant burning that slowly started to engulf her  body caused Soliel to 
arch her back as a shape intake of air filled her lungs.  She was fully 
enjoying the rush when the shrill of the comm sounded. 
 
 
"All hands, this is Colonel Shimbrodusâ Red Alert,  Battle stations. Major 
General Murgo  to the bridge.  We have engaged the  Risans." 
Soliel cursed inwardly as she moaned. She was so close.  Lifting her left 
booted foot off the floor she placed it against the  shoulder of the young 
brunette who was on her knees before her. She pushed the  woman away from her, 
causing her to fall backwards onto her ass and into the  wall. Soliel was 
pissed 
and the other woman could see it.  
"Clean yourself up and then get back to work." Soliel spat  as she rose from 
her chair, readjusting her uniform slacks as she did so. The  look in the 
other woman's eyes as she rose and moved over to the small ensuite  to was her 
face and hands, made Soliel smile. She walked up behind the other  woman and 
grabbed her hair, pulling her closer. "Don't worry, pet. After this is  all 
over 
we'll pick up where you left off."  
The other woman smiled faintly.  
After getting herself cleaned up and adjusting her uniform  to it's normal 
perfection, Soliel picked her cattle prod up off her desk and  headed out into 
main engineering. "Listen up." She called out as the cattle prod  in her hand 
sizzled and crackled. She then began to point it at people as  she forced her 
orders into their minds. If her telepathic onslaught  bothered people under her 
command, she really didn't care. Having to address  each of them verbally was 
insufficient. She got more out this way and it was a  lot clearer, which was 
not only good for the efficiency of the ship but for  their own sakes.  
Punishment was as tremendous as reward could be. 
Soliel smiled to herself as she watched her engineers do as  they were told. 
What pleasures come with such power.

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