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In his ready room, Pike stared at his first officer. “I can’t believe this,” he said. “The entire crew has turned against me?”
“La’an sent four security officers. I’ll tell them to put you in the brig if you don’t comply,” Number One threatened. “Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be.”
Pike raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, I’ll do it.” He reached to turn on his computer, then stopped. “I’m sorry.” He shook his head. “I can’t do this. Una, please don’t make me.”
“For God’s sake, Chris,” One said with exasperation. “It’s not like I’m asking you to cut off your own arm or something.”
“At least arms can be replaced,” Pike muttered under his breath. “The perfect sequence of numbers-”
“It’s literally the default setting,” Number One interrupted.
“That’s what makes it ideal!”
“Well, not according to Starfleet. They say there have been too many security breaches lately and all officers need to update their codes,” she said. “So just shut up and choose a new number. Otherwise, I’m going to have to take command from you.”
“Fine,” Pike grumbled. “Computer, I'm being forced to update my password. Captain Pike, command code two-four-six-eight-ten.”