Deep shit at Deep Space Nine
Interrogation at DS9 was pretty simple. A familiar gravelly-voiced Security officer interrogated me and asked who I was, what I was doing in a shuttle logged to belong to Threat forces, and why my clone ("Pinnochio") couldn't talk.
I replied, "Commander mib_khan, normally assigned to the uss_murgatroid. I left Deep Space Nine through the Bajoran Wormhole in your Runabout, Shit Creek. I suffered equipment failure inside the wormhole, got thrown into an alternate universe, captured, tortured, escaped, and made it back here with the help of the Prophets. None of this is unusual...events similar to these are logged in DS9's records. My clone here is not a fully-function member of my group mind, due to my loss of ansible memory updating. The tricorder you confiscated from me could normally perform memory updates, but was damaged in the wormhole and has been nonfunctional ever since."
The security officer grunted and held up a tricorder. It was different than the one I'd had with me in the Imperium. "Your story, strangely enough, could have truth to it. There's only one thing that will prove all of it. A Khan left this modified tricorder here prior to going through the wormhole; if you call us from the Murgatroid after hitting the update button, that will lend creedence to your story. Of course, if you're not really a mib_khan, it'll probably fry your brain." He deactivated the security field and handed me the tricorder. With pleasure, I hit the memory update button for the first time in a long time. It was...glorious.
I replied, "Commander mib_khan, normally assigned to the uss_murgatroid. I left Deep Space Nine through the Bajoran Wormhole in your Runabout, Shit Creek. I suffered equipment failure inside the wormhole, got thrown into an alternate universe, captured, tortured, escaped, and made it back here with the help of the Prophets. None of this is unusual...events similar to these are logged in DS9's records. My clone here is not a fully-function member of my group mind, due to my loss of ansible memory updating. The tricorder you confiscated from me could normally perform memory updates, but was damaged in the wormhole and has been nonfunctional ever since."
The security officer grunted and held up a tricorder. It was different than the one I'd had with me in the Imperium. "Your story, strangely enough, could have truth to it. There's only one thing that will prove all of it. A Khan left this modified tricorder here prior to going through the wormhole; if you call us from the Murgatroid after hitting the update button, that will lend creedence to your story. Of course, if you're not really a mib_khan, it'll probably fry your brain." He deactivated the security field and handed me the tricorder. With pleasure, I hit the memory update button for the first time in a long time. It was...glorious.