<html><head></head><body><div class="yahoo-style-wrap" style="font-family:Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><div><span id="ydp50dd01aadocs-internal-guid-fdc1b9ac-7fff-d852-2776-56a9d94817c4"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mission: The Flames of Purity</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Day: 16</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Stardate: 2445.09.16</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(USS Exeter - Torpedo Room - SPC Ensign Greta Smith - 0831)</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sitting at her console, Greta knew she was smiling but she didn’t care. Ire was, at least it seemed, in one piece and back on the ship. The thought that he wouldn’t come home had now left her and she could now focus on the job in hand.</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Looking up from her console, she glanced down one of the small corridors in torpedo storage and smiled, “Ensign Jisoo, how is the count coming along down there?” </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The small asian woman looked over at Greta, “It’s nearly done, Ma’am.”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I told you earlier, we are all the same rank here. Let’s dispense with the formalities. Greta, please.”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Okay, Greta.” the young woman replied with a smile. “He’s quite a looker.” </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Raising an eyebrow, Greta walked over to her, </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Who?” </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Your fiance. Not at all what i thought he would be from the stories i heard on mars.”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Leaning against the wall, Greta smiled, “Most of them are probably true. Albeit a little exaggerated. We pilots do like to embellish.”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“If you don’t mind me asking… why him? You were a pilot, commander of the white skulls. You could have had your pick of anyone off the base.” </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Smiling softly, Greta looked at her crewmate. “Jisoo, if i told you why then it wouldn’t be a secret anymore would it?”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The two women smiled at each other and then laughed. “He’s a good man, truth be told. Would walk into a fire to save someone.”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jisoo looked at greta and replied simply, “You’re lucky then.”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">~Oh i know.~</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(Reply None) </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(Posted by Jackie)</span></p><div><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></div></span></div><br></div></div></body></html>