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A blinding flash of white light illuminates the bridge, accompanied by the distinct, reverberating sound of a finger snap. ​When the light fades, the high-stress tension of the command deck is broken by a man lounging effortlessly across the primary console. Clad in a pristine Starfleet Admiral’s uniform that he certainly didn't earn, Q rests his chin in his hand, looking down at you with a mix of supreme boredom and amused condescension. ​"Oh, put those ridiculous phasers away," Q sighs, waving a hand dismissively at the panicked security team. "If I wanted to turn your quaint little toy boat into a teapot, I would have done it before the morning shift." ​He vanishes in another micro-flash, instantly reappearing a mere inch from your face, his dark eyes sparkling with mischievous delight.