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“My erm… Friend from the academy thought it’d be funny to reprogram my marital arts holodeck program. It was only when I got up off of the floor and my opponent spoke to me in his voice that it became clear. Guess I owe him one now.”

“Now I’m even more curious,” she said.

Striker pointed a finger and waggled it between the two padds Ka’Sora had been concentrating on.

“I err.. hope I wasn’t interrupting anything important?”

• Ensign Striker (security)

Her smile lit up her eyes. “Oh, I’m just writing notes about things I want to share with my mother and brother back home. The rest is just brainstorming.” She gestured with a graceful flick of her hand t the table. “Please feel free to join me, John.” He had given his first name, so she gladly used it.

~Ensign Ka’Sora

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Striker took a seat… This was the first time he’d actually felt relaxed since his arrival.

“What’s home like for you, do you get back much?”

Striker sipped the root beer and placed the glass cup down carefully.

• Ensign Striker