<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"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express</span><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-size: 11pt; font-family: arial; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Day:03</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: arial; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Stardate: 2445:<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);">12:03</a></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;">( USS Exeter - Sickbay - Tac/Sec Ens.(Sg) Stan More - 01:39)</p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;">Stan was starting to feel himself again. He also began to feel guilty about what had happened. If only he had not acted like an idiot!</p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><br></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; margin: 0in;">“Sir, kindly scoot over to the gurney and we will be more than happy to move you to your next biobed.” The medic stated politely, but in such a way that implied none of the silly business of walking would be entertained.<o:p></o:p></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; margin: 0in;"><br></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; margin: 0in;">Stan did as he was told. He caused these good people enough trouble.</p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">“ Aye.” He replied</span><br><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Stan was moved to another part of sickbay. Slowly he got up and shuffled to another bio bed. He slowly laid down. At least from here he could see Erin better. He would have to face her and the rest of them. Including Ravok. His ancestors the ancient highlanders. Would burn those who had shamed themselves in battle to death. Sometimes a slower more lingering demise was called upon. After being beaten they would put the shameful in a cage. Which was hung up on a post outside the clan castle. The person inside was then left to starve to death.</span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; margin: 0in;"><o:p> “ I can’t wear yellow again...” Stan said</o:p></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; margin: 0in;">Dural then appeared holding two vials and two bags of a clear liquid. “Stan, may I call you Stan?” Dural asked.<o:p></o:p></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">“ Yes Doctor...” Stan said</span><br><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; margin: 0in;">“We are going to have to set up an intravenous infusion for the two medications that Doctor Bracken ordered. I want to be sure that we don’t have any adverse reactions, so we’ll give those medications slowly over a period of time rather than instantaneously with a blast of the hypospray. Do you understand?”<o:p></o:p></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">“ Actually I do. You see I was a scientist before I swapped departments. Botany and biology are my specialist subjects. So I know what is happing here.” Stan said</span><br><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; margin: 0in;">“Good.” Dural said, “to start we’ll have to set you up with our Starfleet issue medical infusion set. Your arm goes in this ring, which mounts to the biobed. The ring accesses the veins in your arm, you might feel a slight pinch when they do. The system will give you the medication at a slow rate so we can monitor your progress. It works best if you lay still. So once we start this up, my recommendation is to take a nap and by the time you wake up the infusion should be complete.”<o:p></o:p></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">“ Thank you sir. Doctor? How is Erin?” Stan asked.</span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">( Reply , Methor )</span></div><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-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">( Posted by Norman 🐼)</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-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“ Science is more why is it doing that? Then what if ? “</span></p><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; margin: 0in;"><br></p><br><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> </span></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; margin: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><br><div dir="ltr">Sent from my iPhone</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></body></html>