She opened her eyes and sat up. She had no active memories of what happened before that, but she wasn't immediately troubled by it. She looked around and immediately knew where she was; her surroundings if not her location.

A dry cough came from somewhere in the shadows behind her and she turned around quickly.

"Good, right on time," a voice said, from the shadows.

"Oliver," she said by way of greeting.

"Do you know where you are?" Oliver said, coming up to her.

"Yes," she said.

"And why you're here?" he said hopefully.

"Yes," she said.

"And what your assignment is?" he said.

Her brow creased. "No," she said.

"Good," he said. "It will be made apparent once you're on board their ship."

"I don't understand," she said.

"I know," Oliver said. "But you will once you have the appropriate information. Once you're on board you'll be aware of everything. You'll have your primary and secondary assignments, and suggestions of how to avoid suspicion."

She nodded, digesting it all. "What's my name?"

Oliver Baines smiled and held up a padd. "I think you'll be very pleased with what I put together." He held up a mirror for her and she smiled back, getting off the biobed and nodding to him.

He gave her a small hairclip. "A 'going away present,'" he said. "Starfleet doesn't care for long hair after all.

She gave him a wink and pinned her hair up with the clip, nodding once more in satisfaction and heading towards the door she knew would take her to the shuttlebay and a stolen Starfleet Runabout.

She was a General in a war, and her mission had only just begun.