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2-4 Enterprise Bridge: Adama sat. It was strange sitting down on the job. He kept wanting to stand up, but couldn’t bring himself to do so. He wanted to blend in as much as possible. The ‘Captain’ had felt quite ridiculous trying on his new Starfleet wardrobe. It seemed advanced, but backwards at the same time. There seemed to be no blatant visual class identification. He had known it was a small ship, but still expected there to be a wide variety of uniforms. There were only two; Starfleet and ‘MACO,’ their version of the marines. “Captain,” Adama heard. He wondered who the captain was that T’pol