<html><head></head><body><div class="yahoo-style-wrap" style="font-family:Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><div><p class="ydp5c51e462MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#1D2228;background:white">Hat Mission: Lights, Camera….Action?</span><span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#1D2228"><br>
<span style="background:white">Day: 1</span><br>
<span style="background:white">Stardate: 2446.01.01/2025.06.30</span><br>
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<span style="background:white">(Metro Toronto Convention Centre– CFO – Lieutenant
– Ire Williams/Richard Evans- 0933)</span></span></p>
<p class="ydp5c51e462MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#1D2228;background:white">The wall of noise met Ire as he and Annebell stepped into the
Convention Centre. There were what looked like hundreds of people swirling
around the large room. With a large banner across the doorway welcoming people
to the Exeter Convention. He saw people is many starfleet uniforms or all ranks
along with what looked like Klingons, Romulans among others. He also spotted a
couple Breen heading off towards a food court. He pulled his cap further down
across his face and looked down at Annebell who was chatting excitedly as he
pulled him off towards something that said bridge experience. </span></p>
<p class="ydp5c51e462MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#1D2228;background:white">“Come on Daddy. Let’s go this way.”</span></p>
<p class="ydp5c51e462MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#1D2228;background:white"><span> </span>He was trying take it
all in, the stalls selling Exeter merchandise to the food area selling Targ
Burgers and Warp Core Sundays. He passed one stall selling tricorder and
phaser, another had uniforms and a third what looked like photographs of some
of crew. </span></p>
<p class="ydp5c51e462MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#1D2228;background:white">~This is getting more and more strange by the minute~</span></p>
<p class="ydp5c51e462MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#1D2228;background:white">He was towed around the corner of a partition wall and paused
as he saw what was in front of him. It was the bridge of the Exeter. It looked like
some one had taken the bridge and dropped it on the floor before him. One side
of the bridge was missing so that he could look onto the bridge. He could see
the command chairs and the stations behind. His eyes drifted over to the Helms
console and felt a strange pang of longing.</span></p>
<p class="ydp5c51e462MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#1D2228;background:white">He felt Annebell let go of his hand as she charged across the
open bridge and sat in the Captain’s Chair smiling wildly. </span></p>
<p class="ydp5c51e462MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#1D2228;background:white">~Looks like Ailynn is going to have a run for her money~</span></p>
<p class="ydp5c51e462MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#1D2228;background:white">His thoughts were broken when the tannoy activated and a
voice announced that the panel would be starting in a few moments. He looked over
at Annebell who had gotten out of the command chair and was heading towards him.
</span></p>
<p class="ydp5c51e462MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#1D2228;background:white">“Daddy, Genevieve</span> is going to speak, we need to get
there and see what she is going to say.”</p>
<p class="ydp5c51e462MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#1D2228;background:white">“Genevieve</span>.”</p>
<p class="ydp5c51e462MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#1D2228;background:white">“Genevieve Rhodes</span> you know Erin Cortez.”</p>
<p class="ydp5c51e462MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"><span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#1D2228;background:white">~Genevieve Rhodes</span> is Erin Cortez.
I hope she really is Erin and not Genevieve~</p>
<p class="ydp5c51e462MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"><span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#1D2228;background:white">He was gripped by the hand and dragged through
the centre towards the place where the panel was being held. They entered the
room which was quickly filling up and found a seat near the back. As he and
Annebell sat down he looked towards the stage. There was a table with a group
of chairs.</span></p>
<p class="ydp5c51e462MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"><span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#1D2228;background:white">~It will be good to see Erin again even if she
is not her~ </span></p>
<p class="ydp5c51e462MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"><span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#1D2228;background:white">He sat back and waited for the panel to start.</span></p>
<p class="ydp5c51e462MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#1D2228;background:white">(Reply none)</span></p>
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