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"Captain! Captain!" The Iron Man Data leapt from his chair at the foot of the bridge and knelt down. All eyes were on him. "Captain Picard is unconscious." He tapped the symbol on his chest. "Data to Crusher; we need a medical team on the bridge. Commander, I believe you're in command, now."
Marcius Flavius, first space marine in the Federation-Imperium Officer Exchange Program, stepped down from his position at tactical. "Understood. I shall endevour to do even better than Brother-Captain Picard."
Worf edges over to tactical, resuming his place. "Sir, what should we do? Should we fire on the Borg or the Klingons?"
Commander Flavius thought for a moment. The Bork were more immediately dangerous, *and* they kept flooding the subspace radio with RESISTANCE IZ FUTILE BUT FUN, but the Khornate Klingons would probably be more trouble in the long run.
"Target the Groch'tar and fire a full broadside!" He made a fist and stood up, just as Crusher and a medical team reached the bridge.
"... Do you mean a phaser or a photon torpedo?"
"... Just do both." He sat down, annoyed. "... Xenos." he whispered under his breath.
"What was that?!"
"Nothing." he lied.