[video - open official broadcast, and several personal locks] backdated to Tuesday

[talentd_tongue]

[The last thing Uhura needs right now is another complication. But she has one, definitely. A woman with her face, actively pretending to be her. At least it's been caught early. All of her personal security now requires more than just biological confirmation, since she can't know how close the two of them truly are. Access to her own office, to

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[with_discipline]

She is from the Empire.

[A beat] How did he describe her?

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[talentd_tongue]

I thought so.

[Having the confirmation is a relief in some ways and terrifying in others.]

He described her as a killer, as someone who would take a life for personal gains without a second thought. He described her as someone I wouldn't want around anyone I care for.

So please, be careful.

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[with_discipline]

[Woah wait what, what does that mean, is Uhura worried about her, why is Uhura concerned, wtf are friends. T'Pol just arches an eyebrow. If there was a flash of confusion, or surprise, it was damn brief.]

Have you forgotten that I belonged to the Empire?

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[talentd_tongue]

[Friends are the things she's been trying to give her. Uhura's been high with T'Pol, and while the Vulcan has the clear physical advantage, she's never tried to press it. She prides herself on having good instincts - T'Pol has not made her feel uncomfortable, but this other Uhura is lighting up her defenses like a Christmas tree. She's going to trust that.]

I have not forgotten.

However, I believe that it is possible to find good people in the midst of bad situations. Spock knows you well enough to trust you, and I know you well enough to want to know you better.

I don't want you hurt because you mistake her for me. Promise me that you'll be vigilant.

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[with_discipline]

[Well that's just crazy talk. Clearly awkward talks are in the future. For a moment, T'Pol just stares, then shifts; she's uncomfortable, but it doesn't come across easily.]

I would not mistake her for you.

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[talentd_tongue]

I'm glad. I'm also suggesting strongly to everyone that you verify my identity over the network before engaging face to face. There is no way to beat it, which means there is no way for her to break into my accounts or falsify the coding on my messages.

[Nuance of Vulcan expression - she's still keyed in to pick it up, but she's not going to say anything, because T'Pol doesn't want her to see it, and she doesn't have the energy to push it right now.]

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[with_discipline]

[Is that what friends do, not embarrass you? Hmm. T'Pol nods.] Acknowledged.

[And she almost cuts it there, but then adds, awkwardly,] I imagine this is difficult for you.

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[talentd_tongue]

[For the most part, yeah. Maybe when things stop being terrible Uhura can show her the finer points of makeovers and gossip.]

It is. It's not just the face. Eve has my face. But she has my name, and maybe even little bits of my life.

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[with_discipline]

[Makeovers. What does this mean, makeovers. It'll blow her mind.]

That is unlikely. Very little of my life coincided with what I've read of your universe's T'Pol.

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[talentd_tongue]

[That... actually makes her feel a little better.]

That's good.

It will make it harder for her to fool anyone again.

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[with_discipline]

[She's unintentionally getting this friends thing!]

Indeed. It would be wise to go back and remove any personal information you have on the network. [Since if she had to imitate herself, she'd do all the research.]

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[talentd_tongue]

[She so totally is. Now if only Uhura was in a frame of mind to realize that she needed to be told she was getting it, they'd be all set.]

I will. Thank you, T'Pol.

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[with_discipline]

[Eh, they'll have time for that later. T'Pol just nods, before reaching up to kill her feed.]