<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div dir="ltr"><font size="3"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></font><div dir="ltr"><font size="3"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></font><div dir="ltr"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: arial; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express</span></font><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><font size="3">Day: 2</font></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><font size="3">Stardate: 2445.12.02</font></span></p><font size="3"><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"></font><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: arial; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(USS Exeter - Science Labs – Tac / Sec Ens.( Sg ) </span><span style="font-family: arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">23:16 )</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><font size="3"><br></font></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="arial" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Stan was not sure whether the Captain had heard him. But on later contemplation it was probably best. Ravok had stepped in when he had.</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font size="3"><br></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><font size="3">" Ensign More, Now isn't the time. You have your orders." Ravok said rather sternly. </font></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font size="3"><br></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="arial" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">“ Aye sir.” Stan said. Although he felt flustered at that. Ravok could of been a little less stern with him. More was doing his best here. He did placed the bagged clue for forensics to investigate. Then after giving Ravok a curt nod. Left the room with the others.</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="arial" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="arial" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">( USS Exeter - Sickbay - Tac/Sec Ens. (Sg ) Stan More - 23:22 )</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="arial" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="arial" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">As they entered Stan went over in his head snippets of what had been said.</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="arial" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="arial" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">~ Ensign Thorn I thought he was in security? Then again ops have the same coloured shirts as us. But why did they think he was in ops? Then there this thing he said about ‘ she made us ‘ she she she......~ he thought</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: white;"><font size="3"><br></font></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: white;"><font size="3">“Ensign More. I think that Dr Methor is on call. He should be in sickbay. Would you mind if getting him or grabbing a nurse to find him please?”</font></span></p><p class="ydp53681002MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 12pt; background-color: white;"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"></span></font></p><font face="Arial, sans-serif" size="3"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">“ Aye.” He said. But stopped himself.</span></font></div><div dir="ltr"><font face="Arial, sans-serif" size="3"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br></span></font></div><div dir="ltr"><font face="Arial, sans-serif" size="3"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">~ She ~ He thought. Looking around he saw plenty of female personnel. Feeling that he should not take his eyes off KTel. He asked a male nurse to find the Doctor.<br></span></font><p class="ydp53681002MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: white;"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">“thank you.”</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></font></p><p class="ydp53681002MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: white;"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">He helped T’Kel onto the bio-bed.</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></font></p><p class="ydp53681002MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: white;"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ensign T’kel just rest here. If you could remain still as I start the scan, please.”</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></font></p><p class="ydp53681002MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: white;"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">(Reply T’Kel)</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></font></p><p class="ydp53681002MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: white;"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">He tapped a command into the bio-bed and the sensors began to hum.</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></font></p><p class="ydp53681002MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: white;"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I am sorry if you are in pain Ensign. As soon as the doctor comes we can get some medication prescribed.”<br></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></font></p><p class="ydp53681002MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: white;"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">(Reply T’Kel)</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></font></p><p class="ydp53681002MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><font face="Helvetica, sans-serif" size="3">Although he was standing guard near the bio bed. Stan’s eyes scanned around him. The problem was collateral damage. If anyone tried to attack T’Kel. More could not use his phaser even on stun. There were some sick people here. Who could be hit in the cross fire. Luckily he had a non lethal weapon in his pocket. That could be used without innocent people being hurt. An old fashioned cosh.</font></p><p class="ydp53681002MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;"><font size="3">“ I have a few wee questions I would like to ask T’Kel. Any idea when that would be possible?” Stan asked</font></span></p><p class="ydp53681002MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: white;"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">(Reply T’Kel, More, Methor , McDonald,any )</span></font></p><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font size="3">( Posted by Norman 🐼 )</font></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font size="3">“ Never trust anything that can think for itself. If you cannot see where it keeps its brains “ :- J . K . Rowling</font></p></div><p class="ydp53681002MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: white;"><font size="3"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></font></p><p class="ydp53681002MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: white;"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font size="3"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></font></p><font size="3"><br></font><div dir="ltr"><font size="3">Sent from my iPhone</font></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></body></html>