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[works_in_space]

Cubefall isn't doing much for the good captain. Oh, he finds it intriguing, as good explorers should. Alien holidays are very noteworthy. But he has no real interest in being someone or something else (he was a woman once, anyway). And is pretty sure that you really aren't being turned into an animal or robot - he can think of a dozen rational

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[agtninetynine]

99's vidscreen shows up the moment she appears in the bar.

And, well, let's just say she's never had a problem taking on new guises, especially one that seems so familiar.

If one looks close enough, they might see former remnants of her normal face, but the body and clothes are almost drastically different.

Hel-lo, sixties.

[agtninetynine]

"About as well as it could have. Except where someone got the drop on me and - "

She's swiveling to try and check the status of the place on her hip where the henchman's knife had clipped her during some pretty heavy hand-to-hand.

Except, in this new body, no knife wound exists.

"Oh. Never mind."

[works_in_space]

Jim goes from bemused to confused. "Something wrong, Laura?"

[agtninetynine]

"I had a cut, somewhere back there."

She shrugs one shoulder.

"Guess it's gone now. New body, no wound."

Though that only begs the question of whether or not it'll reappear once she changes back.

[works_in_space]

"Hm. I guess whatever technology the Bar uses is very extensive." Assuming this is her body and not just some sort of simulacrum linked to her actual mind and body. "I wouldn't complain.

"It must be easier than applying makeup or undergoing plastic surgery."

[agtninetynine]

"Oh, much easier than plastic surgery."

And 99 would know. The coffee arrives, and she pours herself a small cup.

[works_in_space]

"I don't think I mentioned this, but I once underwent a bit of that as well. My one foray into...your line of work. Against one of the empires in the simulation." He picks up the clear piece again.

[agtninetynine]

"Captain Jim, whipping out the secrets," she teases. "Is there anything else you haven't told me about similarities between us?"

The face might be slightly different, but the smirk is all 99.

[works_in_space]

"Probably." He smirks back. "But it's sometimes useful to share them one at a time.

"The Romulans have a technology called a cloaking device. It rendered their ships invisible. Like they blocks. Starfleet wanted to see how the device worked."

[agtninetynine]

"I see what your aim is," she challenges. "You want to keep me guessing, keep me around. It's a classic trick."

One she's used many times herself in the past.

[works_in_space]

"If it works, who am I to argue?" And even if he's still unsure where things are going, he does want 99 to stay around.

"Shall I tell you more of my Romulan adventure?" The map can wait.

[agtninetynine]

"You have a point there," she admits, smiling slowly.

"Please do."

[works_in_space]

"We needed to get the device, and Starfleet Intelligence created a complex plan. First I had to behave like I was insane. Then my first officer had to betray and kill me. And then I went undercover." He makes it sound simple.

[agtninetynine]

99's nodding along, listening, right up until he gets to a certain word.

"Wait, kill? How did that work, exactly?"

[works_in_space]

"The Vulcan Death Grip." He smiles at that. "Spock seemingly murdered me with a nerve pinch and told the Romulans he used the Vulcan Death Grip.

"It was really the nerve pinch and a very powerful sedative."

[agtninetynine]

"Alright, then," 99 murmurs, visibly relieved.

"I figured there had to be some kind of explanation for that."