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You know, there are some days it just doesn’t pay to get out of bed. This was one of those days. My head hurt. There was blood everywhere. My ship was shot full of holes and leaking more gases and fluids than a nineteen-seventy-six Chevy Vega… the one with an aluminum block. I should have just pulled the sheets up and rolled over when I had the chance… I’m Admiral of the Fleet, Jeremy David Riker. My friends call me ‘Dog.’