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A blonde human woman, clad all in black, looks over a series of files. On a holoscreen in front of her, there is the footage of a Captain, long haired, dark eyed, and determined, on the bridge of an Armistice -class ship.
“Well,” she says, “that is illuminating.”
“If we had our agents in command, and not just -” says a distorted voice over comms.
“No,” says a deeper voice. The screens are taken over by a wavering figure. “Our game is the long game. The Captain is young and inexperienced, and there is more than enough time for her to become a valuable asset to us–and the ideal Starfleet officer she aspires to be.”
“It’s not as though we’ll lose track of her, or the failed experiment, in that behemoth of a ship,” mutters the distorted voice.
“When the threats from the Dominion emerge, the threats that we need to face–we will be quite ready. Won’t we, Agent?”
The blonde woman looks down at the file in her hand. Her sharp-edged face becomes sharper still, her eyes light with anticipation. “Yes, I think I have quite a handle on Captain Chester.”