<html><head></head><body><div class="yahoo-style-wrap" style="font-family:Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><div><p class="ydp88e1d39cMsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Mission: The flames of purity<br>
Day: 17<br>
Stardate: 2445.09.17<br>
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(USS Exeter – Galu Vozi`s personal quarters – Engineer - Ensign – Galu Vozi-<span> </span>06:00)<br>
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<p class="ydp88e1d39cMsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The wake-up alarm went off and the room lights sprang on but Galu had
been awake long before his normal get up time. He waved at the alarm to shut it
off as he rolled stiffly out of bed. He shuffled painfully across the room like
some arthritic old man into the bathroom and started in the mirror. The face
that looked back was different somehow it still looked the same, but he felt
that in his eyes and the light inside was dimmer or something. </span></p>
<p class="ydp88e1d39cMsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">He could hardly believe that it had been yesterday that they had gone down
to the planet. He still remembered the sight of the wounded as they had all piled
on board the Michelangelo. His friends, comrades and senior officers broken and
dying on the floor of the shuttle craft. </span></p>
<p class="ydp88e1d39cMsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">He splashed some water on his face hoping that would wash the images
away. It did not so he walked into the sonic shower and turned it on. He would
have preferred a real shower this morning, but everything seemed so much of an
effort. He winced as he put his clean uniform on realizing that he had more bruises
then he thought he did.</span></p>
<p class="ydp88e1d39cMsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">He stood in front of the main mirror looking at his reflection.</span></p>
<p class="ydp88e1d39cMsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Presentable.”</span></p>
<p class="ydp88e1d39cMsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">He turned towards the door.</span></p>
<p class="ydp88e1d39cMsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">~Happy face~</span></p>
<p class="ydp88e1d39cMsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">He stepped through his door into the corridor and headed towards main
engineering. </span></p>
<p class="ydp88e1d39cMsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">(Reply any)</span></p>
<p class="ydp88e1d39cMsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">(Posted by Robbie) <span> </span></span></p></div><br></div></div></body></html>