NE Boris Becker yawned. He hated his job. At the worst it was dull, at the best it was boring. He often wandered why he went into the Science field. He had been pushed into it of course, by his mother. He should have gone into Security, now that was a job, full of excitement. Something he desperately needed. He spun on his chair for a few minutes and then his computer pinged with a message and large file dump. This is probably for the Chief He thought. They had been expecting the files on the Romulans, specifically the tech they were using. He turned around and looked our for Darkliss or T’Priss that new Civilian.
“Umm… I have the files. If anyone is interested?” He called to the room.

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