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--></style></head><body lang=EN-US><div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>Mission: The Flames of Purity<br>Day: 16 <br>Stardate: 2445.09.16<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>(Escape Pod Triskelion, Section Alpha – CSO – Dr. Fave Itel – 1100)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>Once the three pods were joined and all the power from the Gamma and Beta sections was moved to re-enforce the alpha pod, and Fave not being particularly hungry, actually from that bump on the head he was truthfully feeling a bit nauseous.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>~First order of business survival~<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>He decided a nap to conserve energy was in order. He secured himself to one of the padded surfaces designed for such. He was instantly glad that he wasn’t a member of the crew on that damned Bird of Prey, one because of it’s untimely destruction, and two because Klingon survival pods were worse for comfort than their prisons and their bunks. They used the former of the two more that the latter, the survival pods were put in more as an after thought. He mused to himself that’s why Klingons were so hell-bent on revenge, for making them spend time in their own awful survival pods. Realizing as bad as his situation was, it could be worse, as he drifted off to a less than restful slumber.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>The passive proximity alarm woke Itel from his nap. He accessed a nearby panel passive scans revealed a starship of some kind. Not a capital ship, but too large to be a shuttle. The warp signature was definitely Starfleet, a runabout, maybe?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>His instincts screamed to him.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>~Run! Fly you fool!~<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>Instinct took over and he fired thrusters. The craft jerked suddenly and slammed into the Federation runabout as collision alarms went off. Itel looked at the panel to see the damage report come in. Section Gamma was venting atmosphere. He closed the hatches from both sides of Gamma closing it off and conserving the air he would need to breathe. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>~Not that it will do much good. They’re still there.~<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>The panel reported they were attempting to lock on a transporter. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>~Not yet….If I go to their ship it will be on <i>my</i> terms.~<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>He used their scans to tap into their sensor grid and sent false life-signs coming from the Starfleet officer’s remains, using his own in their place. With the Starfleet combadge on the body, it would almost guarantee that they’d lock on to him first.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>~Should be convincing enough. Just as someone in a section venting atmosphere I too am scared for my life.~<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>In a moment he would know if his ruse worked. Either he would be over there, or they would get their deceased comrade back. He leaned over and glared out the viewport leading into the Gamma section, just in time to see it enveloped in a transporter beam.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>He prepared his contingencies, grabbed the knuckle duster phaser off the rack and waited to see what the crew over there would do.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>(Reply Broken Bow)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'>(Posted by Todd) NPC Dr. Fave Itel<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Georgia",serif;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB'><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>