<div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style=""><p dir="ltr" id="m_5801180243547969950gmail-m_4943830382188078326yiv1793223437docs-internal-guid-1d8bb938-7fff-69f4-d9f0-66c1b331d861" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Mission: The Flames of Purity</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Day: 16  </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Stardate: 2445.09.16</span></p><br style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><p dir="ltr" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span id="m_5801180243547969950gmail-m_4943830382188078326yMail_cursorElementTracker_1602936521505" style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(USS Exeter - Nine and Dine - SFI Agent, Lt. Commander Tyko Nix -10:10)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><br style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><p dir="ltr" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"Firstly, not personable was probably the incorrect term to use."</span></p><br style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><p style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:14.6667px;white-space:pre-wrap">"That's an understatement."</span></font></p><br style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><p dir="ltr" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"I don't know him well enough yet. Is he a nice man? Yes. I just haven't had enough interaction with him to make an informed judgement on his character. "</span></p><br style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><p style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:14.6667px;white-space:pre-wrap">~Yet you made one without having any evidence to back it up.~</span></font></p><br style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><p dir="ltr" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"Secondly, how dare you!"</span></p><br style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><p style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:14.6667px;white-space:pre-wrap">"Oh?"</span></font></p><br style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><p dir="ltr" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"How dare you suggest that whatever I may or may not feel for the first officer blinds me to the characters of others. </span><span style="background-color:transparent;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;white-space:pre-wrap">You only know what you have read in the reports. You don't truly know them. You don't know me."</span></p><br style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><p style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:14.6667px;white-space:pre-wrap">Nix said nothing. She had just proved his point. She only had eyes for the first officer and it blinded her to what might be going on around her.</span></font></p><br style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><p dir="ltr" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Taking a deep breath,  Caity sighed heavily, "I'm sorry. I get defensive when people make snap judgements."</span></p><br style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><p style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:14.6667px;white-space:pre-wrap">"Sounds like it."</span></font></p><br style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><p dir="ltr" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"It's a long story that you don't need to hear and one I don't particularly want to tell right now. I apologise for my outburst."</span></p><br style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><p style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:14.6667px;white-space:pre-wrap">"No apology needed."</span></font></p><br style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><p dir="ltr" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"They're a good crew. They might surprise us both yet."</span></p><br style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><p style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:14.6667px;white-space:pre-wrap">"Oh they won't surprise me, I expect great things from them. </span></font></p><p style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:14.6667px;white-space:pre-wrap"><br></span></font></p><p style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:14.6667px;white-space:pre-wrap">(reply Caity)</span></font></p><p style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:14.6667px;white-space:pre-wrap">
"But I think, my dear, you proved my point. Your defensiveness essentially gave you away and proved my point. So it wasn't a snap judgement, it was an observation. An observation I made by looking at your face and hearing your voice."

(reply Caity)</span></font></p><p style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:14.6667px;white-space:pre-wrap"><br></span></font></p><p style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:14.6667px;white-space:pre-wrap">"And I learned more from reading and listenting to logs, than you have in two weeks. How often do you talk to the crew, get the pulse, or are you to busy just doing managerial work and hiding your crush. Now yes this sounds mean. You say I don't know the crew, but I think neither do you, and that's a problem. The bartender has a privelged position on the ship, a confidant when its not quite tailored for a counselor or a supervisor. An ear to vent to, to go for advice. So tell me then, are you to distracted by thoughts, feelings, and imagination of a certain person, that it blinds you to the people that you could really truly help? And if so, what are you going to do about it?"</span></font></p><p style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:14.6667px;white-space:pre-wrap"><br></span></font></p><p style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:14.6667px;white-space:pre-wrap">(reply Caity)</span></font></p><p style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:14.6667px;white-space:pre-wrap"><br></span></font></p><p style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:14.6667px;white-space:pre-wrap">Before Nix could reply to Caity a female Tellarite approached Nix and Caity.</span></font></p><br style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><div dir="auto" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">"Caity you furless vole, I've seen better looking Selay, how are you" oblivious she had clearly interrupted a conversation</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><br></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">(Reply Dubois)</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><br></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">"Well, smells like your still drinking that rubbish you pass off as coffee, who's this pile of rotting skunk meat?" </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><br></div><div style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">Nix shook her hand, "Lt. Commander Tyko Nix, Starfleet Intelligence.. Pleased to meet your acquaintance."</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><br></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">"Vulan Tlurg, manager of the Bean me up Scotty coffee shop. It's far better than the decaying corpse of this hellhole. Have I interpreted some meeting for the ugliest bar tender in the universe interview?" </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><br></div><div style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">"Well it depends, if you are invited to the meeting than it cant be the meeting for ugliest bar tender in the galaxy." Nix replied smiling at the Tellarite, analyzing and wondering what made her tick.</div><div style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><br></div><div style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">(reply Vulan)<br><br>"If you run the coffee shop, then you must see a lot of foot traffic, I asked Miss Dubois here her opinion on the crew. And her answers, well, there are a few gems out there in her mind. Isn't that right Caity?"</div><div style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><br></div><div style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">(reply Dubois)<br><br>"Now then, Miss Thurg, what about you, any crewmembers stand out to you?"</div><div style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><br></div><div style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">(reply Vulan)<br><br>(reply Vulan, Dubois)</div><div style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">(posted by Will)</div></div></div>