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[The audio feed rattles to life with a blare of feedback, and the voice that comes through is bright, cherry, and possibly familiar to a few.]

Gooood morning, outer space! I'm pleased to announce that I've just taken over your fleet. You can call me Your Majesty, or Supreme Overlord, or Beyoncé. One of the three. Mom jeans and aerobic dance are officially outlawed, and nothing is allowed to start before noon.

Kay, thanks. Beyoncé out.

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I know, I'm like a virus.

[Which is apparently hilarious to her, as she laughs right along.]

[reek]

You are.

[ He’s not even about to argue with that. Why argue against the truth? ]

Do you intend to steal captainship from Stefan now?

[ Again, he smirks. See, Alex? He can be missing all sorts of body parts and still manage to joke. ]

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[A tiny snort-laugh.]

No. He can have it. I'm tired.

[A lie. She just doesn't want to take something he deserves so much.]