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--></style></head><body lang=EN-US style='word-wrap:break-word'><div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-family:"Georgia",serif'>Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-family:"Georgia",serif'>Day: 3<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-family:"Georgia",serif'>Stardate: 2445.12.o3<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-family:"Georgia",serif'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-family:"Georgia",serif'>(USS Exeter – OPS Office – 20/CEO – Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek – 0010)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-family:"Georgia",serif'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>"Computer, access the daily logs of Ensign Jorash Bult and compare with the same file."</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>Keira waited in anticipation as her friend ordered the computer to compare files.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>=/\= Voice match, 90%. =/\=</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>“That’s really close. We can probably zero it in more by matching atmospheric conditions, air speed, distance from recorder, humidity. It’s good enough to pass a voice print authorization.” Keira admitted.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>Erin rested her hands on the console. Not really listening to what was being said around her. </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>After a moment, she said, "You should go get him."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>“I think a security team would be closer….” And with those words, Ire, Bracken, Cortez and Sleeford were gone consumed by a transporter beam. “Guys? Loki’s trickery what just happened?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>Keira switched up the menus and accessed internal sensors. She keyed in a series of quick commands. Sensors confirmed they were all taken by a site to site transporter beam.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>~But to where? Fvadt! ~<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>She scanned for their combadges, and found their locations quickly. ~Holodeck 3?~<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>“Merek to Cortez.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>[Communication is not available in Holodeck 3]<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>“Fvadt!” ~ I gotta report this. ~<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>[Command not recognized, please restate the query.]<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>“Merek to Captain Williams.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>(Reply Trip)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>“ Some one just grabbed a large chunk of your senior staff and transported them to Holodeck 3. I tried recalling the transport but the system is locked out. Communications to the holodeck is cut out as well.” Keira said urgently.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>(Reply Trip)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>“There’s something running. I’ll try shutting down the program.” She said, bringing up the holo-grid command tables. She pressed the key to shut down the program with a standard command. It did nothing. She pushed the button trying to deactivate the running program again, but instead of nothing she heard a humming from behind the console quickly grow in volume, then humming became more of a high-pitched whine.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>“Overload!” She rolled out of the chair blindingly fast as the console erupted in a shower of blue sparks and lightning.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>(Reply Trip)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>Keira opened her eyes at the sound of her Captain and friend’s voice. She looked down at herself, her uniform was singed but still largely intact. She seemed to have all her parts. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>“I seem to be in one piece.” She said with a groan as she got up. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>(Reply Trip)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>“My guess would be that whomever set up the block left a present for me. Next best chance would be at the maintenance hatch outside of the holodeck, considering what just happened with me trying to open it remotely.” She answered.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>(Reply Trip)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>“I’ll meet you there, sir. Merek out.” Keira said as she made her way to Holodeck Three.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>(Reply Trip, any)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'>(Posted by Todd)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:#1D2228'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-family:"Georgia",serif'><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><div id="DAB4FAD8-2DD7-40BB-A1B8-4E2AA1F9FDF2"><br />
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