This is totally on time.

The USS Jötunn is a stunning vessel, the most advanced research ship in the Nebula class, and designed by Elsa Frost, a half-Vulcan, half-Human who’s abilities rival that of even the late Admiral Spock himself. With permission from Star Fleet, she hand-picked the best recruits to man the ship with her as the Captain. Only one year after the ship was complete, Elsa and her crew left the Construction Yards and set off into deep space to go where no man had gone before.

These are the voyages of the Star Ship Jötunn:

The whole crew knew. It was painfully obvious. Most were taking bets to see how long the two would wait before announcing their relationship. Only Helmsman Kristoff Bjorgman had bet ‘never’ so far, but others were contemplating it.

It’s not like their relationship was against any rules either, it was probably frowned upon, but eh? As the saying went, ‘it couldn’t be worse than Kirk’. And besides, the two made such a fantastic team and as Punzel, the head of Away Teams, said, “they have more chemistry than old Trimof’s class!” That always got a laugh around the off-shift table and really the vast majority of the crew were cheering for the two anyway.

Anna Summers, Head of Communications, was currently attempting to communicate to her captain the absolute vitality of shedding her clothing. They’d recently gone planet-side and while the onboard doctor, Jasmine, had checked them out for any bugs or parasites, Anna just wanted to make sure her captain was okay.

“Your concern is perfectly understandable, however it is unwarranted as Ms. Jasmine has already done full bio scans on us both.” Anna pouted, Elsa was too logical. It was a difficult task to get the half-Vulcan to relax, but Anna was known for her diligence and persistence.

“Well,” Anna smirked and sauntered over to Elsa, “How about we take a quick shower before we go back on duty? I know I got a little sweaty planet side.” The eyebrow maneuvers she was currently attempting finally got Anna’s point across and the half-human went pink.

Elsa cleared her throat as Anna wrapped her arms around the blonde’s neck, “I, eehmm, suppose that is probably not a bad idea.”

Anna smirked and pulled Elsa down for a kiss.

“Captain?”

And Elsa snapped back up so fast she pulled Anna with her, who with all the grace she never had, lost her balance and sent them both sprawling. Of course Olaf, the amazingly brilliant computer technician, could open any door he wanted to, and his level of patience was non-existent. Need-less to say, he walked in on Anna face down in Elsa’s breasts.

Marshmallow, as everyone called the gigantic Head of Security, picked Olaf up by the collar and, much to his confusion, walked right back out the door. Elsa was mortified, Anna would be mortified, but she was laughing too hard to think about death.

That was the first of many mishaps that often times the crew planned. Like the locker door somehow jamming shut so the Captain and Communications Officer were in incredibly close proximity for close to half an hour. They were rather… disheveled when Olaf finally fixed the computer bug. And for some reason, neither the Captain nor the Communications Officer were angry at all.

Or the time the shuttle pod mysteriously locked itself down and shot off into space and the crew had to manually retrieve it which took close to three hours. There was a rumor that the Captain hadn’t been wearing underwear when she got off the shuttle.

It took nearly four months for someone to catch them together. There was a standing pool for whoever got the two to confess to the crew and it was nearing enough money to cover a small sensory pod. No one expected Belle, the Science and Research Officer, to win the pot.

The two were wrapped up in each other, dozing on a recliner in the Science Office while they waited for a trial to finish up. Elsa woke up when the quiet woman walked into the room and when their eyes met Elsa just about burst into flames, “Uh, Science Officer Belle, uh, we were-“

Belle held up a hand, “Captain, are you and Anna in a relationship?”

Elsa’d waited a long time before answering with a slight nod.

“Then I suggest letting the rest of the crew know so there is no confusion later.”

Elsa had looked back down to Anna and nodded, smiling just a little. Belle left and immediately skipped down several floors all the way to Meredith, the official score keeper. Belle was the talk of the ship until the Captain and Anna called a senior staff meeting seven hours later.

Elsa stood in front of her coworkers, her friends, and waited. Anna took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

They did not expect a loud groan and for Meredith to stand up and begin counting out the winnings. They did not expect Helmsman Bjorgman to throw his hands up in dismay and fork over 200 credits to Punzel. They most certainly did not expect Belle to receive a card containing nearly 7000 credits.

Everyone was put on menial labor duty. Elsa didn’t look at some of her staff for almost three weeks. No one even cared. Anna, for her part, tried to reason with the rest of the crew that “at least 10% of the earnings ought to go to the reason any of this betting was happening in the first place.”

No one paid up. And it was a story that never got tiresome.

I may do a few short stories with this, this is hilarious.