<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"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><div dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: large;">NRPC:- All remarks are in character. Hopefully any offensive names have been replaced for made up ones.</span><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><font size="4"><br></font></div><div dir="ltr"><font size="4"><span style="font-family: Georgia; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">(USS Exeter – Deck 9- Holodeck 3 - Tac/Sec Ens.(Sg) Stan More - <a href="x-apple-data-detectors://0" dir="ltr" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="calendar-event" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0" style="color: currentcolor; text-decoration-color: rgba(128, 128, 128, 0.38);">00:55</a> )</span></font><div><span style="font-family: Georgia; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><font size="4"><br></font></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><font size="4">Anger. Pure and true flowed through him. </font></span></div><div><font face="Georgia"><span style="font-size: 14.66670036315918px; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br></span></font></div><div><div class="gmail_default"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif">"And Stan More. Oh Stan, what could I do to you that you haven't already done to yourself. Honestly, it might have been better to leave you on the outside. You;d have caused more chaos that way. But sometimes its better to keep you on a short leash."</font></div><div class="gmail_default"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div class="gmail_default"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif">~ That’s correct ye shrill sounding frangot because once that leash is cut. I’ll send yer carcass to hell ~ he thought but said.</font></div><div class="gmail_default"><br></div><div class="gmail_default">“ Aye...” He did not wish to vent out aloud. Who or whatever this Maxine was. It was clear she was looking for a reason to hurt. The less said the better.</div><div class="gmail_default"><br></div><div class="gmail_default">The situation became more deadly. Stan had to watch as Maxine's insane and sick game continued. He almost rushed to his best friend Paul’s aide. But he knew it would probably get Sleeford killed. So instead Stan held himself back. But it was a strain on the young Scot.</div><div class="gmail_default"><br></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"</span>Well while Sleeford is recovering his breath, Ire is seething in anger and Erin is wallowing in grief. Let's move on shall we. Janice, Lana, and Stand, truth or death? Oh just because I'm being merciful. First to speak, speaks for you all. If they say truth, it's truth, if they pick death. Death."</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">She could not even get his name correct. Stand indeed. But maybe it was a trap designed to lure him into speaking first? Well More was not going to oblige her. Maxine had zeroed in on Hammerfield and taunted Stan again.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">"Oh well this will be fun. Truth it is. Sorry Stanley, we will have tussle later." Maxine said with a laugh. "Now then, you can answer in any order you want, I don't mind."</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">~ “ A tussle? I nay think so lassie I nay think so ~ Stan thought.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Maxines taunts continued.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Then last with a laugh, "And Stan, dear Stan, oh bringer of chaos and fun. What shall I ask you. I know, not counting me and this moment in time of course. Are you your own worst enemy?"</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">~ That’s it is it yer wee frangot? Taunt us into nailing ourselves into our own coffins with our mouths.... ~ “ Stan thought.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Looking Maxine in the eyes. Stan sat down on the floor.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">“ Not today Lassie” he said. With that he gave her a wink. Then he bent his head and began to idly play with his boots. Ignoring her completely.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">( Reply , Maxine and the rest of Holodeck prisoners)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.9872; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.666666984558105px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">( Posted by Norman 🐼 ) </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.9872; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666984558105px; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">“ Never trust anything. If it can think for itself. If you cannot see where it keeps it brains!” :- J K Rowling</span></p></div><div class="gmail_default"><br></div><div class="gmail_default"><br></div><div class="gmail_default"><br></div><div class="gmail_default"><br></div><div class="gmail_default"><br></div><div class="gmail_default"><br></div><br><div dir="ltr"><br></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br><div dir="ltr">Sent from my iPhone</div></div></body></html>