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Confusion reigned on the station's command deck, as the officers on duty all found themselves switching genders. They were professional enough that outright chaos was prevented; but still, they were paying less than full attention to their instruments and more than a little attention to their own "instruments", as they surreptitiously checked out their own new bodies, and those of their colleagues. The officer who had command for this shift pulled her(now)-self together first, and called the station's chief medical officer for a report. "I can't talk now, sickbay is overflowing with traumatized people demanding to know what has happened and whether or not I can reverse it," the doctor replied. "It doesn't seem to be in any way dangerous, damaging, or unhealthy; we've all just switched genders. With the exception of the two hermaphrodites on board, or course. They just find this hilarious." The doctor turned, had a quick whispered conversation with one of his nurses, and then continued. "The chief medical officer of the Murgatroid has just arrived and offered her assistance. She denies that this is her fault, but insists that 'another one of me' is responsible." He groaned. "I'm too short-handed to turn down the help right now, if she's competent; but I'll certainly want to give her a full psychological exam once things get saner down here."
After the doctor cut the channel, the commander decided to call security next -- but she was distracted by an incoming hail. "This is Storvik of Surak's Razor, requesting docking facilities and serious repairs," said the Vulcan who appeared on the viewscreen. "I've been to your station before; you ought to have me in your records." Some of the station's duty officers began muttering amongst themselves, but the commander refused to be further overwhelmed or confused.
"Certainly," she replied. "We've more company than usual, as you can no doubt see; but why don't you take the first berth. That'll put you away from the other ships, to make repair work easier." She cut the channel.
"Sir... I mean, er, ma'am?" the communications officer said meekly. "Isn't Commander Storvik already on the station, with the Murgatroid?"
"They apparently want to play games with us," she replied. "But they'll find we're not so easily intimidated or outsmarted. Anyway, this Storvik has got to be the most incompetent undercover officer ever; using his real name on and off of his ship, and just that phony-looking goatee as a disguise." She grunted. "I'll call security now, and tell them to keep a close eye on these Murgatroid people, especially Storvik."
After the doctor cut the channel, the commander decided to call security next -- but she was distracted by an incoming hail. "This is Storvik of Surak's Razor, requesting docking facilities and serious repairs," said the Vulcan who appeared on the viewscreen. "I've been to your station before; you ought to have me in your records." Some of the station's duty officers began muttering amongst themselves, but the commander refused to be further overwhelmed or confused.
"Certainly," she replied. "We've more company than usual, as you can no doubt see; but why don't you take the first berth. That'll put you away from the other ships, to make repair work easier." She cut the channel.
"Sir... I mean, er, ma'am?" the communications officer said meekly. "Isn't Commander Storvik already on the station, with the Murgatroid?"
"They apparently want to play games with us," she replied. "But they'll find we're not so easily intimidated or outsmarted. Anyway, this Storvik has got to be the most incompetent undercover officer ever; using his real name on and off of his ship, and just that phony-looking goatee as a disguise." She grunted. "I'll call security now, and tell them to keep a close eye on these Murgatroid people, especially Storvik."