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--></style></head><body lang=EN-US><div class=WordSection1><p style='margin:0in'>NRPG: We have shuttles named after Ninja Turtles? FTR Raphael was my favorite, but Mikey will do in a pinch. Cowabunga!<o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in'><o:p> </o:p></p><p style='margin:0in'>RPG<o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in'>Mission: The Flames of Purity<o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in'>Day: 16 <o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in'>Stardate: 2445.09.16<o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>(USS Exeter – Shuttlebay - Shuttle Michelangelo – 1005)<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>It didn’t take long for Keira to put on her combat attire. ~Second time in as many days.~ She had it arranged the same as before. Side arm left hip, cross draw, Phaser rifle carried her Engineering kit stowed on various pockets in her gear. She entered the cabin as others were settling in the back. Erin had just finished readying her console as Keira approached.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“Ready to kick the tires and light the fires?” Keira wasn’t sure if Erin would be familiar with the fighter jockey expression from Earth’s far past, but she had spent quite a bit of time with Ravok before Keira had even formally met him.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>(Reply Erin)<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“We got some new information. The First Officer managed to sneak it out in a transmission. Schematics for something, and coordinates that don’t match her known location, thanks to your crystal that’s been keeping tabs on her. I’m going to have my hands busy flying, you mind taking a look at it for our brief but no less exciting ride? The file should have been transferred over.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>(Reply Erin)<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“Thanks,” Keira said sitting down in the pilot’s chair, and placed her phaser rifle in the weapon’s clamp. She keyed the announcement button. <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“All crew and passengers of the Shuttle Michelangelo, this is your pilot speaking. You may or may not be aware, we just received correspondence from our detained First Officer, she managed to sneak a second set of coordinates, that are not her own and some schematics to a device bigger than a console. We have enough brain power on this shuttle, give it a once over and discuss it, by the time we land we’ll need a preliminary plan on how to deal with it. We brought the explosives, I’m going to leave that in reserve as a last resort. Drink and snack service has been suspended for this flight, we have less than five minutes before take off,” she announced and then closed the channel.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>(Reply Cortez, Vosi, Zot)<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>She tapped the controls doing the very few checks that weren’t already done by Ire. ~Thoughtful guy that Ire~<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Keira then hailed the main control of the shuttle bay, “Michelangelo to shuttle control, we are prepared for launch.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-family:"Arial",sans-serif'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal>=^= Bay control to Michelangelo, you are cleared for launch, =^= came the reply.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Keira looked out of the cockpit view port and saw that Ravok’s shuttle had already taken off. Her competitive side came to the surface. <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“Not with out me you’re not,” she mumbled under her breath. The shuttle hovered off the deck, and moved forward at an urgent but still controlled pace. In an instant the shuttle pierced through the harmless forcefield keeping atmosphere in the bay. She waited for the inertial dampeners to kick in before she accelerated to three quarter impulse power.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>(Reply all Shuttle Michelangelo)<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>(Posted by Todd)<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-family:"Arial",sans-serif'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-family:"Arial",sans-serif'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“<span style='color:black'>The only way to defeat fear is to tell it 'No'." No - we will not take shortcuts on the path to righteousness. No - we will not break the rules that protect us from our basest instincts. No - we will not allow desperation to destroy moral authority.” - Michael Burnham, Star Trek: Discovery</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“No, I’m from Iowa, I only work in outer space.” – Adm. James T. Kirk, “Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home”<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Todd Holladay<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>SGT, IA ARNG (Retired)<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div></body></html>