He walked up to the replicator in his quarters with a mission. He didn't do this often, but today certainly called for it. He had to make a call every officer in Starfleet dreads. He just hadn't anticipated his first time coming so soon. "Glass. Ice." The replicator obeyed and created the required items. He grabbed them and took a seat by his monitor. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a glass bottle with clear liquid. Russia had changed in many ways, but the creation of vodka was still a thriving industry. He poured some and braced himself for the bite of his first sip. Strangely, it didn't hit him as hard as he thought it might. That wasn't a good sign.

His memory of the event hadn't been dulled, despite the three glasses he'd finished. But ready or not, it was time to make the call. "Computer, get me Captain Ghubari Koraia aboard the U.S.S. Atlantis."

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