Captain Jeri Lance, Meet Captain Jeri Lance...

We all kept our composure at what we saw, and I am proud to say that our opposite numbers didn't do the same.

Starring back at us from the bridge of the 'Justice', exactly like that of any Federation galaxy class save that the seats were clearly designed with the prospect of combat in mind, were our own faces. They appeared to have suspended the dress code for the duration of what we all rapidly guessed, based on some of the behaviors we were observing, was much the same situation as our own. The officers aboard the Justice had dealt with their own problem in a way that I found disturbing in it's logical simplicity. Every chair on their command bridge was rigged with a computer operated sex toy, the second the ships computer found the crew-member was growing sexually distracted in proceeded to pleasure her to climax to restore effective operations. I alone seemed to have a different system, namely Ensign Linda Trask fucking my - my double's - cock under his station which had been adjusted to standing height...

"Captain Jerricha Lance I presume?" Captain Jeri said with the one cocked eyebrow that was the nigh universal signal of wry acknowledgement among star-fleet personnel.

"Brevet-Captain Jerricha Lance." Our captain's double acknowledged with a nod.

"Well Captain," Our Jeri began but her double intrupted her.

"BREVET-Captain," She interjected, and Captain Jeri nodded again.

"Brevet-Captain then, it seems one or both of us is in the wrong universe, is there any way to determine who?"

"Yes, we did, and if our scan of your ship five minutes ago is correct it's b-oooh-th." Brevet-Captain Jerricha said, as her seat's sex toy began a 'tension relief cycle'.