So, here's an idea of what's occupying my Saturdays lately...
The year is 2295.
The Klingons are now our friends.
The Romulans are probably not our enemies.
Our borders are secure.
For the first time in recent memory, the Galaxy is actually at peace.
And you're in a position where you can screw all of that up in an instant.
No pressure, though.
Enjoy the Big Chair, Captain.
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