<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"><br><div dir="ltr" id="yiv2185878755yMail_cursorElementTracker_1603146201044"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Mission: The Flames of Purity</span></div><div dir="ltr" id="yiv2185878755yMail_cursorElementTracker_1603247413862"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Day: 16</span></div><div dir="ltr" id="yiv2185878755yMail_cursorElementTracker_1603214264125"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Stardate: 2445:<a href="x-apple-data-detectors://0" dir="ltr" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="calendar-event" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0" style="text-decoration-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.258824);">09:16</a></span></div><div dir="ltr" id="yiv2185878755yMail_cursorElementTracker_1603316395331"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div dir="ltr" id="yiv2185878755yMail_cursorElementTracker_1603316395682"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">(Gamma Quadrant Planet - Temple Grounds- Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 12:04 )</span></div><div dir="ltr" id="yiv2185878755yMail_cursorElementTracker_1603316395682"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div dir="ltr" id="yiv2185878755yMail_cursorElementTracker_1603316395682"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">At that present moment there were two people More , wanted to hurt. The first , the person who designed their body armour. It was useless , if anything it probably caused. More harm then good. By giving the wearer a very false sense of security.</span></div><div dir="ltr" id="yiv2185878755yMail_cursorElementTracker_1603316395682"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div dir="ltr" id="yiv2185878755yMail_cursorElementTracker_1603316395682"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The second this cult leader. Jost.</span></div><div dir="ltr" id="yiv2185878755yMail_cursorElementTracker_1603316395682"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div dir="ltr" id="yiv2185878755yMail_cursorElementTracker_1603316395682"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“You. You hide your wounds from the others fearing that you will be seen as weak when you want to be strong. Continuing on when you could easily quit is a sign of strength. I fear you will not be strong enough.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;">“ Your the weak one hear sir. You hide behind your so could followers. Corrupt their minds and body’s. Get them to die for you. Making out it is for the cause. When really it’s just so you can continue to boost your own ego.” Stan said back.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;">Jost ignored More and continued his rant at the others.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“But enough talk. Have at you!” Jost announced, he stomped his foot down hard sending out a shockwave and an earthquake shaking the temple.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">(Reply all)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“ Someone can’t take criticism!” Stan remarked aiming his Phaser rifle at Jost.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But Stan was knocked backwards through the air. As a blast of plasma hit the ground near him. As he flew through the air Stan fired at Jost .More hit the ground hard on his damaged side. Blinding hot pain shot through him as his wound opened again. Maybe Stan thought he was dying and what the hell. He tried to shout something at Jost. But he was finding breathing a little difficult.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“ Mist me !” He gasped sarcastically.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><div dir="ltr"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">( reply , Jost & Team Leonardo)</span></p><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><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><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><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p></div><div id="AppleMailSignature" dir="ltr">Sent from my iPhone</div></div></div></div></div></div></body></html>