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Lieutenant Renna, most recently of the starship U.S.S Voyager walked through the door of her apartment, shrugging off the coat she had been wearing against the chilly fall weather of San Francisco. She had been enjoying a brisk walk through the City by the Bay’s downtown, exploring the changes that had been made since she had last visited it almost five years ago. Or over a hundred years depending on how you look at it. Renna thought with a wry twist to her smile. She tossed the coat over the back of a chair and turned to the replicator “Icoberry tea, hot” she requested. Renna took a sip of the hot drink, and closed her eyes for a moment enjoying the hot, fragrant steam rising from the mug. Opening her eyes, Renna studied her face, reflected in the replicator’s control panel as she sipped her tea, short black hair surrounded brilliant green eyes, set beneath ink slash Vulcan eyebrows, one of which was neatly bisected by a long thin scar which traced its way down her cheek. Regardless of how you choose to look at those years though, they’ve left their mark. thought Renna. Turning away from the reflection, Renna moved over to the comm unit on her desk, which was blinking, indicating that she had several messages. She sat down at the desk and activated the unit, sipping her tea as she listened to the messages from some of her crewmates on Voyager; she smiled to herself as the last message faded from the screen. Suddenly the screen went black and small white letters began to scroll onto it. Renna set her half empty mug on the edge of the desk and eyed the single sentence: Enter security access authorization. Renna leaned back in her chair folding her arms and raising a quizzical eyebrow. “Lieutenant Commander Renna, authorization Renna-Sigma-Corona-Eight-Two-Five-Gamma.” The screen cleared for a moment, then another message appeared: Verify voice and retinal print. Renna leaned forward stated her name and rank and allowed the computer to scan her retinal pattern. The screen cleared again and flashed a third message: Prepare for immediate transport. Renna stood quickly pushing the chair back as the room dissolved into a golden shimmer.

Renna rematerialized in a dimly lit room which contained only a desk with one chair on either side of it. In the chair behind the desk, a man with admiral’s pips on his collar, sat with his face concealed in shadow. He gestured to the chair in front of the desk “Please Lieutenant, have a seat.” Renna walked forward and seated herself in the indicated chair and leaned back folding her arms. “Can I offer you something to drink lieutenant?” asked Renna’s mysterious host. Renna shook her head “No, thank you sir, I had some tea before I came.”
The man behind the desk nodded minutely, a small smile playing across his lips. “Very well Lieutenant, to business then, you must be wondering why you were brought here.”
Renna tilted her head slightly cocking an eyebrow “I had assumed it was for something more vital than a tea party.”
The Admiral nodded “I’m sure you can understand our need for caution.” Renna nodded and the man continued “Lieutenant, I understand that you are a duplicate of a former Starfleet officer. Would you care to elaborate on the circumstances involving your creation?”
Renna thrust her chin out slightly, “Very well. While the starship Voyager was in the Delta Quadrant they encountered a race of energy beings known as the Yarisyn, who attempted to capture and destroy Voyager. One of the Yarisyn, Loskya, by name duplicated my form, using my medical and psychological profiles in order to gain access to the ship. Loskya copied my psychological profile so accurately that I was able to gain control of this body before Voyager was destroyed. Although I am psychologically identical to Lieutenant Renna of the Enterprise, my physical strength has been greatly enhanced and I am now a true telepath rather than merely a touch telepath. Because of the accuracy of the duplication I posses all of Lieutenant Renna’s memories just prior to the end of Kirk’s first five year mission on the Enterprise.” Renna paused for a moment, meeting the Admiral’s eyes with a touch of insubordination, “Including the time I spent as an undercover agent for Starfleet.”
The man nodded, “Very well, lieutenant. It would seem that you are indeed an excellent choice for this mission.” The Admiral pushed a padd across the top of his desk toward Renna, “These are the details of your mission, guard this information carefully.”
Renna skimmed the padd briefly, and looked up. “I understand, where am I to be assigned?” she asked.
The man pushed a second padd towards her, “Station Deep Space Nine, a space station in the Bajoran system. These are all the files pertaining to the individuals there. You will choose your team from among the station’s population.” Renna nodded and began to rise from her chair; the Admiral stayed her with a gesture. “You have been given extreme latitude for this mission, but remember Lieutenant; this is not an official Starfleet mission.” The man smiled “Good luck, Lieutenant.”

On Deep Space Nine, Elim Garak, the station’s resident Cardassian tailor, moved around his clothing shop busily straightening outfits on their hangers, and arranging bolts of fabric, preparing to open for the day. A typical day, thought Garak with a touch of distaste, like any other day. Things have been quiet on the station recently. Dull, one could even say, boring. Garak unlocked the door to the shop with a slight sigh, One could almost wish for the days when everyone on the station was living in a state of constant fear of a Dominion attack. At least there was always something interesting or unusual going on. Garak went into the back room, bringing out several bolts of fabric that had just arrived. At this rate, I may close my shop, and go back to Cardassia, if for no other reason than merely to get some excitement. Garak nodded politely at a few of the passersby. Then again, one never can tell when life is about to take an interesting turn.