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Decided to write up an explanation on why my operations officer appears four times during the character selection screen. It's not really that great; I wrote it in several minutes.
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Rear Admiral Ambres was usually a collected man. He was rather infamous throughout Starfleet for his ability to keep his cool under even the tenuous of circumstances. Having fought a human who thought she was Klingon, Iconian computer viruses and his psychotic ex-girlfriend throughout his career, many believed that there was nothing that could faze him anymore.
Except for the four iterations of his operations officer standing in front of him.
"Otep," he said through gritted teeth, turning to address his long-time friend and chief of engineering. "Why are there four of Commander Jones?"
Samantha Bell Jones was already a menace on her lonesome; everyone on the USS Oceania knew of the well-meaning second officer and the devastation she wrought in her attempts to help out everyone. To have multiple versions of her running about ... the ship was doomed.
"There was a transporter accident, sir," replied the Andorian calmly. "When Ms Bell was beaming back from the station, the pattern buffer malfunctioned, leading to her matter stream being replicated."
"How long will it take to get her back to normal?" asked Ambres, his voice a pleading tone. "We can't have four of her turning up at the ceremony."
"I do not believe there is a way to solve this problem."
Ambres felt like screaming into a pillow. It would be impossible to bring his operations officer along to the public relations ceremony now; there was absolutely no way they could explain her situation to everyone. This was a complete disaster.
"Are you sure there's no way to fix this?"
Otep gave his captain a shrug. "No conventional means exist."
"We could simply kill three of them," suggested Rufa, the security chief piping up for the first time in the conversation.
"Does anyone even care about my opinions?" asked one of the Samanthas, quickly giving her counterparts a quick glance. "Well, our opinions?"
"I don't want to die!" said another, who was rapidly edging away from Rufa.
"Nobody is going to die, okay?" snapped the Rear Admiral angrily. "We're going to find a solution to this; one that does not involve killing, understood?"
His bridge officers all gave quick nods - they all knew that it was best to listen when he got angry; nobody wanted a repeat of the kitchen event and subsequent Borg attack.
"Well then, anyone got an idea?"
"If I would make a suggestion," said Corpsa, the Andorian Commander leaving her station to approach the group. "you could claim that the four are quadruplets."
Her fellow officers stared at her, noticeably dumbfounded. The idea was completely illogical, and one that they never would have imagined to come out of her mouth.
"That's ... absolutely ridiculous," said Otep in disbelief, voicing the shared thoughts of the group. "It'll never work!"
"Still worth a shot though," muttered the Rear Admiral, turning away to give the four Samanthas an inquisitive glance. "Doubt anyone would believe it though."
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"Quadruplets? All serving in Starfleet, and on the same ship as well? MARVELOUS!"
Ambres felt like crying. Were his superiors too stupid to even recognise that it was a lie? Did they seriously not understand that the four Samanthas were not actually sisters? Was the Admiralty full of eccentrics? He had no idea.
He did wish that somebody could just call him out on the lie so he did not have to deal with such stupidity any more.
"I'll need a drink after this," he groaned, cradling his head. "This is too ridiculous even for me."
Looking up to see that the Samanthas were posing for pictures, and that one of them was gesturing for him to join them, the Trill decided that he would need more than just a simple drink to relieve his frustration.
He would need to knock himself out with saurian brandy so he could forget everything.
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Rear Admiral Ambres was usually a collected man. He was rather infamous throughout Starfleet for his ability to keep his cool under even the tenuous of circumstances. Having fought a human who thought she was Klingon, Iconian computer viruses and his psychotic ex-girlfriend throughout his career, many believed that there was nothing that could faze him anymore.
Except for the four iterations of his operations officer standing in front of him.
"Otep," he said through gritted teeth, turning to address his long-time friend and chief of engineering. "Why are there four of Commander Jones?"
Samantha Bell Jones was already a menace on her lonesome; everyone on the USS Oceania knew of the well-meaning second officer and the devastation she wrought in her attempts to help out everyone. To have multiple versions of her running about ... the ship was doomed.
"There was a transporter accident, sir," replied the Andorian calmly. "When Ms Bell was beaming back from the station, the pattern buffer malfunctioned, leading to her matter stream being replicated."
"How long will it take to get her back to normal?" asked Ambres, his voice a pleading tone. "We can't have four of her turning up at the ceremony."
"I do not believe there is a way to solve this problem."
Ambres felt like screaming into a pillow. It would be impossible to bring his operations officer along to the public relations ceremony now; there was absolutely no way they could explain her situation to everyone. This was a complete disaster.
"Are you sure there's no way to fix this?"
Otep gave his captain a shrug. "No conventional means exist."
"We could simply kill three of them," suggested Rufa, the security chief piping up for the first time in the conversation.
"Does anyone even care about my opinions?" asked one of the Samanthas, quickly giving her counterparts a quick glance. "Well, our opinions?"
"I don't want to die!" said another, who was rapidly edging away from Rufa.
"Nobody is going to die, okay?" snapped the Rear Admiral angrily. "We're going to find a solution to this; one that does not involve killing, understood?"
His bridge officers all gave quick nods - they all knew that it was best to listen when he got angry; nobody wanted a repeat of the kitchen event and subsequent Borg attack.
"Well then, anyone got an idea?"
"If I would make a suggestion," said Corpsa, the Andorian Commander leaving her station to approach the group. "you could claim that the four are quadruplets."
Her fellow officers stared at her, noticeably dumbfounded. The idea was completely illogical, and one that they never would have imagined to come out of her mouth.
"That's ... absolutely ridiculous," said Otep in disbelief, voicing the shared thoughts of the group. "It'll never work!"
"Still worth a shot though," muttered the Rear Admiral, turning away to give the four Samanthas an inquisitive glance. "Doubt anyone would believe it though."
---
"Quadruplets? All serving in Starfleet, and on the same ship as well? MARVELOUS!"
Ambres felt like crying. Were his superiors too stupid to even recognise that it was a lie? Did they seriously not understand that the four Samanthas were not actually sisters? Was the Admiralty full of eccentrics? He had no idea.
He did wish that somebody could just call him out on the lie so he did not have to deal with such stupidity any more.
"I'll need a drink after this," he groaned, cradling his head. "This is too ridiculous even for me."
Looking up to see that the Samanthas were posing for pictures, and that one of them was gesturing for him to join them, the Trill decided that he would need more than just a simple drink to relieve his frustration.
He would need to knock himself out with saurian brandy so he could forget everything.
Idealist.
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I've named all their costumes a generic "uniform".
I'll get right on to fixing it.