Title: Textbook Example

Author: bookdragon01

Summary: Prisoner situation in which Gaila demonstrates why she is a GQMF (the G stands for green).

Rating: T

Genre: Humor/Adventure

Disclaimer: I don't even own green body paint

Smug - it was an expression that should be hard to pull off with a face somewhere between orangutan and iguana, but the Kenturian managed it anyway. Of course, he deserved to be smug. He'd lured the Enterprise to this planet and the away team into this gilded cage of a trap. Yet another First Contact gone FUBAR - Kirk was beginning to think he should write a book on the subject. That is, if they ever got out of this particular textbook example.

"We will have what we want, Captain," the Kenturian hummed in a tone even more obnoxiously smug than his expression. "If not from you, then from one of your crew."

"You'll get nothing," Kirk spat. "From any of us!"

"We shall see," the Kentronian replied in a honeyed voice, pacing around the captive away team. "After all, there is no fantasy we cannot grant; no wish we cannot fulfill."

Yeah, right. Kirk stood fast, lifting his chest proudly as he surveyed his people - the best in Starfleet. "Save your breath. There's nothing we want from you."

The alien shrugged in his species' version of a sigh and crossed to the wall. The touch of a key extended a tray and he lifted a wicked-looking knife. "Then we'll have to do this the hard way." He tilted his head, starting to lift his control key. "I suppose I'll have to immobilize everyone for this."

"Wait." Gaila stepped forward.

"Gaila, no," Kirk hissed under his breath.

She ignored him, sashaying up to their captor with an eager smile. "Can you give me the power to cast of a glamour of sensuality that will leave men with no will but to serve me in whatever unspeakable ways will bring me to screaming orgastic ecstasy?"

The ridge that passed for Kenturian eyebrows rose to unseemly heights. "Thats, uh, ...::ahem::.. er, I mean," he gathered himself, leaning forward with an expression that probably counted as leering, "I'm sure we can manage that."

"Of course you can," Gaila purred, reaching up to stroke his jaw fuzz seductively. "Because I've already got it!" In one quick motion, she grabbed his throat and knife hand, twisted, and held the blade tip to his crotch. "Not to mention your weapon. Loser. Now let us go before I show you what else I've got."

"Guar - eep!"

Gaila pushed the knife until the Kenturian went up onto his tip-toes. She narrowed her eyes. "Or can get."

"Okay," he squeaked, carefully lifting the control key from his pocket.

Kirk stepped in quickly to take it. "Which button drops the shield?"

"Remember: honesty is the best policy," Gaila warned, twisting the knife a little.

"Eee …left… g-green, like her," he managed in a voice edging toward the soprano Gaila was threatening to make him.

A quick tap of the control and the shimmer effect of the force field disappeared. Jim smirked. "Good call."

"P-please," the Kenturian begged.

"Well, since you asked nicely..." Gaila slammed a palm under his chin and spun, driving her elbow across his jaw.

The Kenturian dropped like a sack of wet quadrotriticale.

She straightened her uniform and turned to Jim, smiling sweetly. "Something you wanted to say, Captain?"

"Uh, yeah," he glanced at the knife, still in her hand. "Outstanding job, Lieutenant."

AN: In my usual universe, Gaila isn't on the Enterprise. This was written for a request in LJ's Where No Woman has Gone Before Community, 2011 Winter Wish List.

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