<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express</span><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Day: 2</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Stardate: 2445.12.02</span><div><font face="georgia, serif"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br></span></font></div><div><font face="georgia, serif"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">( USS Exeter - Tactical office - Tac/Sec Ens. (Sg) Stan More - 22:43 <br></span></font><br>Stan was tired. It had been a long day. After his break on the holodeck. Which had ended with a talk with Ravok. He had returned to duty. A silly thing to do considering his shift had ended. But he felt with a murder investigation going on. He needed to put some more hours into this case.</div><div><br></div><div>~ The computer that’s the key. Plus these defective components. Despite what the boss said. We nee......~ Suddenly Mores thoughts were interrupted by several things happening at once.</div><div><br></div><div>The computer began calling out an unauthorised phaser firing alarm. He then received a call form Ravok. To assemble a team of only his choosing. Then head to the science labs. The whole deck was to be sealed off.</div><div><br></div><div>“ What in the left wee nacelle is going on! ” He said over the noise as he grabbed a phaser.</div><div><br></div><div>Stan chose a team of officers he knew could be trusted and they hurried out.</div><div><br></div><div>“ We are to seal off the deck. No one goes anywhere or near anything without permission. But be polite about it. We dinna want a repeat of this evening. Set yer phasers to heavy stun. “ He said.</div><div><br></div><div>( USS Exeter - Science Labs - Tac/Sec Ens.(Sg) Stan More - 22:58 )</div><div><br></div><div>The team quickly deployed once they arrived on the deck. Stan moved cautiously through the doors looked around.</div><div><br></div><div>“ Is everyone ok?” He asked</div><div><br></div><div>( Reply , All in science lab )</div><div><br></div><div>“Och my goodness.” Stan said shaking his head. More began to scan the area were the would be killer. Had vaporised himself. A voice behind him suddenly made him feel nervous. Plus a little annoyed. His team should of alerted him the top boss had arrived. Words would have to be spoken later on.</div><div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">"I need a sitrep ASAP. What the hell happened here?" Trip asked hoping that someone could give him an answer.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">The Captain had arrived and was expecting answers. Stan had hoped to have picked up anything. From his initial scan. But the vaporising phaser had been sufficient. In wiping all traces of the would be killer.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Stan let the others speak as he kept on scanning. After all they could give the Commander a better version of what happened. Having just lived through it.</span></div><div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">(reply any there)</div></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">Stan was just about to move away. When his scanning device picked something up. On the floor was the remains of the comm. scrambling device. The would be killer had used. It must of been dropped just before the full vaporising by the phaser. Hence it been damaged and inoperable. </div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">“ Well.....well....well....” he said</div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">( Reply , all in lab )</div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">“Tis broken otherwise nay one would of never had been able to call fur help. But this wee beastie may still be able ter help us” he said </div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">( Reply , All in lab )</div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;">( Posted by Norman 🐼 )</p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;">“ Never trust anything that can think for itself. If you cannot see where it keeps its brains “ :- J . K . Rowling</p></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br><div dir="ltr">Sent from my iPhone</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></body></html>