[ WP ] `` What I 'm about to show you is so top-secret that we had to invent a new security clearance level for it . ''

`` Mr Smith, the United Nations *unanimously agreed* to protect the world from what you are about to see. It has since been elevated to SF-Top Secret. We had to promote you just to tell you the rank existed.'' 
 
 
 You groggily shake your head, your arms binding against the think zip-ties holding you down, your eyes blinded by the cover over your head. You yell into the darkness `` Who are you? Why do you want me? I'm just a regular civil-service employee!'' 
 
 The hood was whipped off of you, revealing a vast sprawling networks of tunnels, all connecting to *where your chair was seated*. 
 
 `` In 1952, a piece of research was created by the Germans, and given to the United States unanimously. It was the idea of faster-than-light travel. They gave us the math, we did the work. The first shuttle tests were just that, tests of slower-than-light travel. However, they also served as our first faster than light vehicles.'' 
 
 `` *Why are you telling me this!? It has nothing to do with me! *'' 
 
 `` Quite the contrary Mr. Smith, you're just the candidate we needed. Your exceptional leadership roles, how much you value your close friends, you-'' 
 
 `` *You were SPYING on me? *'' 
 
 `` With all due respect,'' he began, a slight smile on his face, `` that's what we ask the NSA to do. We do n't do it personally.'' 
 
 `` Fine. What do you want me to do, fly a ship into space and kill myself?'' 
 
 Utterly disgusted, he shook his head, walking around and began to push the chair towards the largest tunnel. 
 
 `` Quite the contrary, Mr. Smith. We expect you to _head_ it.'' He took a knife from his boot out and cut the ties on your wrists, suddenly sore from the bloodflow. 
 
 Before you lay a vast cavern, filled with Sci-Fi looking ships, their hulls emblazoned with the phrase `` NCC''. 
 
 `` Welcome to Starfleet Mr. Smith.'' 

