The office of the Commander of Star Fleet Intelligence was a well appointed and comfortable space with large floor to ceiling windows and a large seating area that could hold up to a dozen individuals comfortably. Light form the San Francisco sun spilled in through the windows and gave a perfect view of the Star Fleet Academy grounds and the bay beyond it.

Admiral Brenda Oleg really wished she was in her office right now. Instead she was in a secure intelligence lab staring at a jeweled egg inside a forcefield and cursing under her breath. “Get the CO of the Asimov and her command team in here. Now.” she said and a Vulcan turned and walked out of the room.

Less than a minute later, the comms on the bridge of the newly rechristened USS Asimov chirped with an incoming message. Priority One, for the Captain. The comms officer tapped a display and said =/\= Captain? Priority One message for you. From Star Fleet Command. =/\=

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