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<p class="MsoNormal">No problem – if we need to break the phaser rifles out to get them let me know.
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<p class="MsoNormal">Flying ants are a pain.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="border:none;padding:0cm"><b>From: </b><a href="mailto:exeter-nrpg@startrekfreedom.com">Jaclyn Smith via exeter-nrpg</a><br>
<b>Sent: </b>03 August 2021 20:11<br>
<b>To: </b><a href="mailto:exeter-nrpg@startrekfreedom.com">EXETERNRPG:</a><br>
<b>Cc: </b><a href="mailto:erincortez2020@gmail.com">Jaclyn Smith</a><br>
<b>Subject: </b>Re: EXETERNRPG: EXETERRPG: (1, 0108) ACEO, Lieutenant Janice Hammerfield</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">On it later tonight once I stop a flying ant invasion again.<o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">On Tue, 3 Aug 2021, 20:10 Cptadam Pieroni via exeter-rpg, <<a href="mailto:exeter-rpg@startrekfreedom.com">exeter-rpg@startrekfreedom.com</a>> wrote:<o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.0pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Mission: Andromeda's Chain<br>
Day: 1<br>
Stardate: 2446.01.03</span></p>
<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;color:#1D2228">(</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;color:black">USS Exeter – Quarters</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;color:#1D2228"> -
</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;color:black">ACEO Lieutenant Janice Hammerfield – 0108</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;color:#1D2228">)</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt"> </span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">The alarms slowly started to register in Janice’s head as it felt like she had just woken up from a drunken stupor and taking more time than usually required to gather her senses. “Ughh... who spiked the
punch?” she quipped sitting up onto the side of her bed and bracing with her hands on the mattress. Shaking her head she looked about as the red alert registered in her head.</span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Standing up she took a step, almost falling over her own feet before she centred herself. Quickly slid on her uniform that was haphazardly resting over on of the chairs ~at least this looks like my quarters~
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Still groggy she made her way to the door not taking the time to fix the lump of hair sticking out to one side – not that she noticed. It slid open and a few crewmen jogged past her. She closed her eyes for
a second and took a breath as the lights from the corridor hit her eyes. Squinting and slowly opening them she had her way to the lift. As she walked on squinting a door opened from her side and she accidentally bumped into the person exiting. It wasn’t a
hard bump but enough to force her to redirect her weight towards the centre of the corridor, “Sorry – sorry...are you ok?” she said looking back round opening her eyes almost fully now.</span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">(Greta)</span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Don’t suppose you what the hell is going on? I’m just heading up to the bridge.”</span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">(Greta)</span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;color:black">(posted by Adam)</span></p>
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