<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div class="gmail_default"><font face="Georgia" class="">Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express<br class=""><br class="">Day: 3<br class=""><br class="">Stardate: 2445.12.o3<br class=""><br class="">(USS Exeter – Outside Holodeck 3 – Medical Officer, Ensign JG Heinrich Kruze, M.D. – 0026)</font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">Five minutes can feel like forever when you don’t know where you’re going. Heinrich was relieved to make it to the holodeck, he had half suspected Nurse Drake might be messing around and taking him the long way, but was unnerved by the amount of high ranking officers standing outside. Even Captain Trip was on hand. </font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">“Well here we are Bambi,” Nurse Drake said. Heinrich hated being called Bambi. He nodded.</font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><div class="gmail_default"><font face="Georgia" class="">"See I told you that you'd be able to find it. Not sure if you've used the holodecks on the Exeter yet, but Deck 9 is the one stop shop for all your recreational needs.” Truth be hold, Heinrich had only used a holodeck a handful of times in his life, and only for medical training. His parents disapproved of them, and had raised him with their suspicion. His disapproval was almost puritan. Holodecks, in his mind, were about escaping reality. But the happy life could only be discovered in reality. But now was not the time to unload his prejudices on crewmates. “I haven’t had the pleasure, ma’am. I’ll have to check it out sometime when I’m not on duty.”</font></div></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br class=""></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><div class="gmail_default">"Anyways Bambi, the Captain and First Officer are over there. Why don't you go and check in with the First Officer, Commander Bracken. The Captain seems to be talking, we don't want to interrupt him. I'm sure you can get the officer aside to check in. I may be a higher rank, but you are the doctor after all.” Heinrich nodded, “uh, yes, of course.” </div><div class="gmail_default"><br class=""></div><div class="gmail_default">He approached Commander Bracken as Captain Williams was talking. While he was confident in his medical abilities, he was hardly confident enough to approach high ranking officers, especially in what was clearly a dire situation. His mind was running imagining the different possible scenarios that could be going on behind those walls. It was not focused on protocol. So he blurted out, “Commander Bracken, did someone ask for a doctor?”</div><div class="gmail_default"><br class=""></div><div class="gmail_default">(Reply Bracken, anyone)</div><div class="gmail_default"><br class=""></div><div class="gmail_default">(Posted by Tim)</div></div><div class=""><br class=""></div></body></html>