What tougher time can there be when it's time for a Starfleet Officer's Performance Development Review (PDR)?
Every so often, some Admiral from Starfleet will come and grill me about my role, and afterwards I feel like I need an extra bottle of stress pills.
This time, it's Admiral Karchov, known as the 'Screwdriver of Starfleet' for the way he pushes people into the wall verbally.
Karchov arrives with a heavy folder filled with facts and figures.
"Hello, Captain Picard" he says, "Or should I call you Locutus of Borg?"
"Well, you were assimilated by them a while ago; you caused the battle of Wolf 359 to take place. We lost many men and ships because of you."
"That wasn't my fault, it was..."
"Still hearing any voices?"
"The voices of the Collective telling you what to do? Do you think a member of the Borg should Captain a starship....Captain?"
"I'm completely cured from that, Admiral, I assure you of that."
Karchov writes a few things down in his book and looks at me.
"How often have you broken the Prime Directive this year, Captain Picard?"
"I haven't done that."
"Really? What about stardate 53326.5? On that occasion, you rescued a group of aliens and put them on another planet."
"Their civilisation would have perished otherwise."
"That is not the Federation's concern; and what about the Temporal Prime Directive?"
"What about it?"
"How many times have you been time travelling, changing history and knowing about future events?"
"All of these occasions were very necessary, and some saved humanity from destruction."
"Do you think that was a good excuse, Captain?" He writes more in his notebook and shakes his head, adding, "That will be all for now. Starfleet will be monitoring your performance from now on. There have been some comments from some of the Admirals. Watch what you do."
I stagger out of the room and go to SickBay. I order a case of stress pills for the next week.
There's a strong possiblity I might need them.