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I had been in Earth orbit for some days, holding a geosynchronous orbit above San Francisco. The Revenge was wearing a holodisguise as a runabout, and we were downloading all sorts of useful data under the guise of correcting memory problems from a corrupted computer core. While here, we were tapping communications and breaking encryption on any messages that shook hands between ships in orbit and Earth. I was waiting for someone with a sufficiently high clearance to broadcast their passwords for the taking, so that we could move beyond the basics and get into the real meat of the espionage game. It was only a matter of time.
Suddenly, the sensors indicated a near-collision. Some ship had flown through Earth space at high warp (something that in my universe would mean slow painful death for its crew if they had caused any serious damage to the throneworld of the Empire), dropped into full impulse, and caused heavy-duty ionization in the upper atmosphere. I admired their style, while being irritated at nearly being killed. What kind of maniac was in charge of that ship? Shortly after finishing its flashy maneuver, it rose to a parking orbit very near the Revenge. It opened a channel...and it was a fully open channel. No encryption at all. And I wouldn't have paid attention, due to the lack of encryption, except that I had focused on the ship due to simple curiosity. It was the Murgatroid!
The screen flicked on. Sitting in the Captain's chair was...me! In the navigator's seat was a blonde female lieutenant, which explained the near collision. Over the open channel, my doppleganger sweetly asked to speak to Starfleet Intelligence...regarding the matter of a missing Storvik! I could tell from his tone that the sweetness was fake...and I could not believe my luck. Now, if only I could get out of this in one piece...
Suddenly, the sensors indicated a near-collision. Some ship had flown through Earth space at high warp (something that in my universe would mean slow painful death for its crew if they had caused any serious damage to the throneworld of the Empire), dropped into full impulse, and caused heavy-duty ionization in the upper atmosphere. I admired their style, while being irritated at nearly being killed. What kind of maniac was in charge of that ship? Shortly after finishing its flashy maneuver, it rose to a parking orbit very near the Revenge. It opened a channel...and it was a fully open channel. No encryption at all. And I wouldn't have paid attention, due to the lack of encryption, except that I had focused on the ship due to simple curiosity. It was the Murgatroid!
The screen flicked on. Sitting in the Captain's chair was...me! In the navigator's seat was a blonde female lieutenant, which explained the near collision. Over the open channel, my doppleganger sweetly asked to speak to Starfleet Intelligence...regarding the matter of a missing Storvik! I could tell from his tone that the sweetness was fake...and I could not believe my luck. Now, if only I could get out of this in one piece...