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    Captain James T Kirk of the Ship of Theseus just wants to deliver his cargo in time when yet another damn Starfleet distress call derails his plans.
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    “Captain, we’re receiving a distress call,” said Uhura.

    “Not today,” Jim Kirk put his open paperback on one knee, took off his glasses, and sighed. “We don’t have time. Is there a Starfleet ship nearby?”

    “It’s from a Starfleet ship, Captain,” said Uhura.

    “What madness have those idiots stumbled into now?” Sulu muttered.

    “Forgot how turn kettle on,” Chekov grinned. “Need mama to make tea and wipe baby mouth.”

    Kirk glared at the screen. The Starfleet ship wasn’t even visible yet, though that had as much to do with his own ship’s outdated sensors as it did with the aggressiveness of Starfleet’s signals.

    “He has a point, Uhura. Is this a real crisis or are they panicking because the manual doesn’t describe their exact situation?”

    Uhura tilted her head sideways, dark eyes sparkling behind her thick glasses as she listened to the message again. “Apparently there’s a… monster? On the ship. Whatever the cause, they’ve found six dead crewmembers so far, all with a set of ten small circular red wounds on their faces.”

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    Shenanigans ensue when one middle finger to the Academy too many gets Starfleet Cadet James T. Kirk booted off planet for a summer internship aboard the V.S.S. Sh'Raan.

    He's hiding a major secret from the oh so earnest and helpful Vulcans, but the longer he's on the ship, the more Jim starts to wonder if they're keeping secrets from him, too.

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    Captain Spisee handed Jim a heavy sheet of rich, cream paper embossed with gold dusted Vulcan calligraphy bearing the ship’s name. It was a bit cheap by the standards of Vulcan stationary aesthetics, but shipboard life meant some sacrifices. In the most elegant handwriting he’d ever had the privilege to lay eyes on, it read:

    Human Enrichment and Optimal Health Program:

    - One (1) Daily Shoulder Pat (more provided upon request)
    - Seventy (70) Seconds of Hug Time Per Week (divided between crew members as you deem necessary)
    - Three (3) Discrete Instances of Daily Praise
    - Three (3) Structured Entertainments per week
    - Minimum of One (1) Social Companion per meal (more available upon request)

    “We would appreciate detailed weekly feedback on the efficacy of our Human integration efforts."

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