<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=""><span id="docs-internal-guid-b5ed26f3-7fff-751a-abee-6cd032021059" class=""><div style="line-height: 1.9871999999999999; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">Mission: Auld Lang Syne</font></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.9871999999999999; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">Day:02</font></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.9871999999999999; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">Stardate: 2445.12.29</font></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.9871999999999999; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">(USS Exeter - Armory - ACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze and Armory Chief PO2 Sytuk - 1050)</font></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.9871999999999999; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">Heinrich entered the armory and saw the giant Reman. He looked just like his picture, he was just as tall as the directory said, but approaching him in real life he was far larger and more imposing than Heinrich could have imagined. He was, to put it simply, scared. He walked up slowly, trying his best not to make a sound, but surely failing.</font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">“Uh… Mr. Sytuk?”</font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">Sytuk looked up from his PADD and down at Heinrich. " Yes Sir?" </font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">“How are you on this fine day?”</font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">Sytuk sat his PADD down on the ledge next to him. " I am...fine. Is there a problem Sir?" He asked with curiosity trying to understand what the officer before him wanted. </font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">Heinrich stared at Sytuk for a few unbearable moments before he got a semblance of composure. “Uh, Billy Alexander and I are looking for help.”</font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">" Billy? The captain's cousin ? What's wrong ? " Sytuk questioned with concern, he liked Lieutenant Alexander. </font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">“I woke up this morning with this, uh, urn next to me. And I don’t know where it came from. I just know there were some people after me. Now we’re trying to get it back to some person named Mr. Turtle. And were wondering if you could come along to make sure everything is, uh, safe.”</font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">He looked Heinrich in the eyes. </font></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">" Is this a starfleet matter?" </font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">Heinrich wasn’t sure how to answer, so he answered truthfully. “... no?”</font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">" No? Then count me in." Sytuk responded with a grin that displayed his reman fangs </font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">Heinrich was relieved to see Sytuk smile, though ti was also a little unnerving. “Oh, good. Yeah. Glad to have you aboard.” He was starting to relax.</font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">" What are the parameters in which I am to follow ? " Sytuk asked. It was a question he asked hundreds of times before his service in starfleet, during his time as a mercenary.</font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">“Parameters?” Heinrich hadn’t even considered parameters. So far this had all been a game to him, but Sytuk was making it seem all too real. “Keep us safe, don’t get caught, nothing to trace back to us?”</font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">Sytuk nodded. " Understood. Should I bring a phaser ?" </font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">“Yes, that would be a good idea.”</font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">" Understood. When and where ? " </font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">“On Risa, the Hare Lounge. We’ll need you at 1830 this evening.”</font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">" Just call me and I will be there. Is the dress code casual or business?" </font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">“Uh… I don’t know what that means.”</font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">"Business it is " Sytuk remarked with a smile.</font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">“Alright.” Heinrich was just glad Sytuk was on his side. “I’ll see ya, see ya tonight then.”</font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">Sytuk reached over and grabbed his PADD. " Yes you will. Good day Ensign." He said sharply as his eyes returned to his work. </font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">Heinrich awkwardly waved to Sytuk as soon as he lost his attention, and walked out relieved.</font></span></div><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""><br class="">(Reply none)<br class=""></font><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" class=""><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">( posted by Tim and Rob)</font></span></div></span><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></body></html>