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[maytakecenturies]

[When she turns on the feed, the misgivings aren't clear in her expression, but she most certainly feels them. Out of sight, her hands are clenched into fists, white knuckled as she concentrates on control. She keeps it simple.]

This is Lieutenant Commander T'Pol, formerly of the ISS Enterprise, SA-013-8294-VR.

[She's considering leaving at at that - well that and her really intense stare - but she only pauses for a moment before continuing.]

Who rules the Terran Empire?

[She needs to know if the plan worked. She needs to know if the Defiant was destroyed. Needs it in ways she can't describe, because if she died for nothing - if she is trapped here and Archer has taken command of an entire Empire--

No 'then' follows. She knows the logical end, and cannot stomach it.]

( ooc: fourth wall! yay! everyone is welcome, but I'll sell a kidney to anyone bringing mirror!Trek muses! )

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[maytakecenturies]

This is not a game. [She barely notices the way her voice raises.]

It's clear you have nothing useful to add.

[crazyasslife]

[ He's completely unphased by her tone. ]

Sure I do! You just gotta give me some guidance, here.

[maytakecenturies]

Who are you?

[crazyasslife]

The name's Nick. Officially, I'm not allowed to give out titles, but I am a sworn officer. More the sort who participates in the parts of certain missions that makes most grown men wanna crawl up inside their own assholes.

[maytakecenturies]

Not allowed by whom?

[crazyasslife]

Now THAT would be telling, wouldn't it? Let's just say it's a branch of the US Military. I was part of a unit most might refer to as "special ops."

[maytakecenturies]

[It only takes her a moment.]

The United States. Which functions as a separate, independent government from the rest of Earth. [She sounds almost bored.]

[crazyasslife]

That's typically how it works. Each country operating under it's own accord with no central dominating force. Boy, I wish reality matched up with yours. But hell, if it did, I'd have been patched up with nanites or some shit instead of getting fitted with a new metal cranium. Then I would've been SOL when I got shot, huh.

[maytakecenturies]

[Her brow creases; she can't parse what SOL stands for, and doesn't try.]

What year is it?

[crazyasslife]

[ He gives her a look. What kind of weird ass question was THAT? But she's so dedicated to the sci-fi thing, he'll roll with it. ]

Why it's the great year of 2009!

[maytakecenturies]

[She notices it, and dismisses it just as quickly.]

You're nearly a century and a half too early to answer my question.

[crazyasslife]

Sad to say I'm not a fortune teller. But if I had to put money on it, I'd say if anyone's gonna be ruling over this great big ball of dirt, it's gonna be the goddamn US of A.

[maytakecenturies]

English is a predominant language in the twenty-second century. But Earth is united under a world government. The United States only exists as a geographical location.

[crazyasslife]

Well, it sure as hell doesn't sound like the Brits took over. Pretty sure their days of global dominance are long behind them.

[maytakecenturies]

America did it's fair share.

[More than, in her universe.]