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Starfleet’s dress uniforms really had not benefitted from the redesign in the 2350s, Captain Tracy Rutherford had long since decided; the awkward tugging across her slender midriff was constant, niggling background noise that distracted from the remarkable view of the pearlescent blue planet below, glowing atmosphere awash with streaks of stark white cloud. Glimpses of the swirling blue orb would henceforth be a rare treat, she realised as echoes of the remarks of extraterrestrial colleagues penetrated her psyche. This little planet at the very heart of Federation space had long since gained a reputation for being particularly beautiful