The enterprise was on a standard surveying mission, in a quiet part of space surrounding an old red supergiant. You have just retired to your office adjacent to the bridge and are enjoying a nice cup of Tea. The enormous pile of reports and crew assessments wouldn't do themselves. Riker, was perfectly competent in charge of this routine task.
Without any warning the red alert klaxon goes off briefly and dies, you tap your communicator, "What's going on, number one".
"I think you need to see this." His cryptic reply tells you nothing, as you remember why he is still not a captain himself. You think that you heard a finger snap at the end of the communication. If this is a birthday surprise, you shall have to reprimand him later, you finish the last sip of tea and head out to the bridge.
As you walk through the door you see only one familiar face. "Q" you bellow, "What are you doing on my ship, and what have you done to my bridge crew?"
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