<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div dir="ltr"><span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Mission: The flames of purity</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Day: 16</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Stardate: 2445:09:</span></p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">(Gamma Quadrant Planet - Below Torak Ridge - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 10:21 )</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Somone was watching over Stan. Either that or More’s would be killer was a bad shot. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">" STAN GET DOWN. " Ravok hollered as a phaser blast hurled toward Ensign More. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Stan threw himself backwards as the force of the exploding bolt of plasma. Hit the ground before his feet. Lifting his boots into the air. He tucked in his arms as he fell backward. Holding his Phaser rifle to his chest. Something squelched as he hit the ground. Well some people said it was lucky.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Stan lay there for a moment thinking. He was not injured but he had landed. In some animal faeces meaning. That any sniper could now easily smell him. That cut down his effective stealth capability.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><div dir="auto"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Vesper ran over to Stan "you ok? You're not gonna make me perform emergency surgery under a rain of plasma are you?" He asked Stan</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></p><div dir="auto">“ Just a wee bit winded Doc.” Stan said.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">( Reply , Vesper )</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">“ That’s not me I landed in something.” Stan told him.</div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;">Another rain of Plasma bolts landed around them. He could see a possible target area ahead. Laying perfectly still he spoke.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;">“ Doc just up ahead there is a ledge. It’s protected by a rock. I think there is a possible shooter behind it. They may think I am dead. You need to keep your head down. They could be targeting you. In a moment I want you to roll to my left. Then I’ll shoot them. After three......one.......two......” Stan began.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><br></p><div><span style="vertical-align: baseline;"><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">( Reply , Team Leonardo )</span></div><div dir="ltr"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">( Posted by:- Norman 🐼)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"></p><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></p><pre class="moz-quote-pre" wrap=""><font face="UICTFontTextStyleBody"><span style="white-space: normal; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“ Never trust anything. That can think for itself. If you cannot see where it keeps its brains.” J.K.Rowling</span></font></pre><div><font face="UICTFontTextStyleBody"><span style="white-space: normal; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></font></div></div></div></div></span></div><br><div id="AppleMailSignature" dir="ltr">Sent from my iPhone</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></body></html>