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"Lieutenant Merlin," Paris said, setting aside her datapad. She got up from her glass desk, a coffee mug stain now on the table covered by a coaster. She tucked a few loose strands of her raven hair behind her ear.

Working exhausting hours over reports and missions, she had been assigned to. She couldn't remember the last time she had slept for more than 4 hours. While the rest of her family loved lives and didn't work constantly like her.

She had a kid and wife at home, but she was busy with so much work it bothered them so much. She had decided she'd go home more often, especially after her last mission this year. So she could spend time with her family and friends.

The lieutenant returned her greeting with a smile, "Captain Paris. That's a title I'm going to have to get used to."

Lieutenant Merlin had long brown hair that reached to his neck. He was a few years older than her, ranking below her though. He was always a man girls fawned over in her academy days, a clear annoyance to many.

That was something the new captain could've rolled her eyes at. It was true that they had entered Starfleet the same year, both were assigned in science. She was recently given the rank of captain because of 

"Come off it. I called you in here because of an important matter," Paris pulled up a screen image of a few people, "Oh, and how's Issac and Adeline doing?"

She had to ask about her godchildren. Issac's children were bound to have his quick wit and their mothers smart brain. Knowing she'd may have to look over them sometimes when they come to their academy days at Starfleet.

"They're doing quite fine. Adeline is getting a hang of multiplication and Issac is learning how to read.," Merlin smiled, proud of his children like any proud parent would be.

"Good to hear,"  Paris said before swiping the screen to a kingdom on fire, "You remeber the S'keerans and Skylers right?"

"Skylers are the royalty and dynasties of the planet, Vestrea. They've always had trouble with the second species the S'keerans. Do I have to go into detail on how they look?" Merlin explained before questioning Paris, she held back an urge of an annoyed sigh.

"Yes. I'd like you to explain the S'keeran species," Paris told him.

"The S'keerans are an alien species with a blue skin tone. They are vicious warriors, very skilled with spears and guns. If I'm not mistaken one of their species helped build some of Starfleet's torpedos."

"Correct, Lieutenant,"  Paris nods, "We have a Skyler now in town."

"Really?" Alastor asked.

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