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[Miral had set herself up in one of the slightly more comfier chairs in the mess hall with a glass of Romulan ale, because really, what else was there to do?, and a Klingon romance novel. She'd found a way to make the replicators make something other than food, or maybe like Federation ones they did that anyway. She wasn't an Engineer, that was her ( Read more... )