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I tend to work with size-themed fiction, which includes overwhelming control issues and outrageous differences in scale. Such disparate sizes between partners is not for everyone, so be warned.

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"You summoned me, Captain?"

"Spock! Come in, come in." Spock entered his commanding officer's private quarters and stepped to stand beside the desk. "I need to talk to you."

"Captain?"

"There's a bit of a power struggle going on at headquarters." Kirk waved a hand at his communication station. "I may be engaged in supporting Admiral Whitefeather over Commodore P'ennwate for several days. Some very intense dealing, negotiating, revealing where bodies are buried.

"I need to be completely undisturbed for the next few days. I'll leave you to operating the ship until I can devote my full attention to it."

"Yes, sir. I will see to it, Captain." He turned to leave the cabin.

"Oh, Spock?"

"Yes, Captain?"

Kirk sipped from his customary ale. "Well, Mr. Spock, it's come to my attention that you haven't used an agonizer this week."

"Doctor McCoy," was all the executive officer replied.

"Something about a wager?" the captain asked with a grin.

"The good Doctor has claimed that Vulcans are unable to maintain discipline without mechanical aids." Spock took a deep breath. "I plan to prove the thesis incorrect, the assumptions faulty, win the wager and then molest Doctor McCoy's favorite nurse."

"Is that the bet?" Kirk asked, eyebrows rising. "Sex with one of his medical slaves?"

"No," Spock said. He shrugged. "I just wish to show McCoy something else Vulcans can do better than humans, and without mechanical aids."

Kirk laughed, a deep guffaw. "Mister Spock, your sense of humor never fails to amuse me. Well, thanks for the explanation." He gestured towards the door in dismissal. "Well, have fun with the ship. Try not to start any wars."

"Of course, Captain," he replied, turning once more. At the door, he paused. "If you're supporting Admiral Whitefeather, sir, you should be apprised of one fact. Cook's assistant Dubois is an agent of the Commodore's."

"Is he?" Kirk murmured. "I'll have to keep an eye on him."

"Indeed." Spock nodded and departed. He noted the time and made a tiny bet with himself. If CA Dubois had not mysteriously disappeared by 1300 ship's time, he'd shave off his beard.

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"Commander Spock! A spaceship has been detected by a robot probe!"

"Calm yourself, Mr. Chekov, that is the purpose of the robot probes." Spock turned the command chair to the forward view screen and nodded. Chekov obediently placed the recorded image on the screen.

It was shaped as one of the captain's affectations, a 'cigar.' One end stretched out into a long mast. A very thin sheet of material spread out from the mast to a distance six or seven times the length of the vessel itself.

Spock examined it for a moment then smiled slightly. "I believe this is an excellent training opportunity," he said. All the midshipmen on the bridge cringed. The Vulcan selected a Tellarite.

"Mr. Gav. Examine the vessel and give me your initial observations."

"Uh... Well, it's an alien-"

"Between stellar systems," Spock said dryly, "we are all aliens." He rose and negligently knocked the junior officer over the rail to land behind the internal security station. Gav moaned once and then lay still.

"Mr. Tell'l," Spock continued, "can you make a useful observation?"

"It's designed by a species without warp technology," the Denobulan said quickly. "They're using a light-sail for propulsion. Inside a solar system that might be for sport, but between stars that's a time-consuming means of travel."

"Excellent," Spock complimented her. "And what's the Imperial Directive for civilizations without warp technology?"

"Easy pickings!" the officer said confidently.

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Midshipman Tell'l completed an initial analysis of the discovery while the ISS Enterprise was on an intercept course.

As they entered the primitive ship's vicinity, the young woman gave a briefing to the department heads.

"Based on the size of the airlocks, we've determined the size of the vessel and the volume of livable space within. Given that, and the nature of the journey they're making, we estimate a crew complement of about five thousand individuals." The numbers and estimated variances appeared on the screen. She stood waiting for a response.

"So," Sulu said with a smile, "we'll take the usual quota for investigation, interrogation and integration, space the rest and dismantle the vessel for any useful technology."

"We have a pool in Sickbay about the color of their blood," McCoy announced. "Anyone wants to get in on that-"

Spock cleared his throat gently. Everyone in the room instantly quieted.

"There is a difficulty," he said. "You assume that the size of the airlock is comparable to one of ours."

"Well, no," Tell'l argued. "We assumed that the size of the person using it would be comparable to our own-"

"That is an unwarranted assumption, Mr. Tell'l," Spock growled.

"But sir! Imperial Science has proven that the hominid brain size is the universal standard for-"

"No," the Vulcan snapped. "IS has established that the hominid form is the preferred size, and the most efficient for a space-traveling species. They have not proven that another species cannot have a different size." He gestured to the live picture from the probe. "If you note in the bottom of the screen, the vessel's size is given."

"Yes, sir, that's in accordance with our calculations."

"But, Midshipman, that is the total vessel. If you remove the sail and the mast holding it, then the payload is�?"

The young woman's mouth worked but no sounds came out.

"It is about the size of an Empress Sato class courier vessel," Chekov said slowly.

"But that would make the crew-"

"Either that isn't an airlock," Uhura mused, "or the crew is very small."

"About the size of a laboratory rat," McCoy guessed. "That could be handy..."

Spock gave him a brief nod. "So. The reason we usually take a percentage of the crew is because of space limitations. For this species, assuming the Midshipman's other calculations are dependable, we are under no such constraints. Medical, Security, Intelligence, Engineering and Workforce personnel... All departments can take as many as they can process."

"Oooh, goodie," Uhura purred.

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Cages were stacked in all three brigs and the workforce transfer facilities. When the sailship was in range, a single phaser burst split the mast.

The ship was taken by tractor beams and held while the life forms aboard were beamed to the hangar deck. They offered scant resistance to any action the Imperials cared to take.

They proved to be humanoid, as a surprising number of the sentient species of the galaxy were. The average individual stood 16 inches tall. Several off-watch Imperial personnel made sport of chasing them around the hangar deck to catch and cage them.

When they were all under control, the ship itself was brought into the hangar deck for dismantling.
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