<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 class="" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">Mission: Lights, Camera….Action?</span><br class="" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><span class="" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">Day: 1</span><br class="" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><span class="" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">Stardate: 2446.01.01/2025.06.30</span><br class="" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br class="" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><font face="georgia, serif" class="">(Toronto, Canada - En Route to Pinewood Studios- aACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze/Oliver Bader-Pagitt -1015)</font><div class=""><font face="georgia, serif" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="georgia, serif" class="">Heinrich had never experienced such luxury in his life. The seats were covered in corinthian leather, and there was more than enough room to stretch out his legs. The limo even had a minibar with champagne and orange juice. He had never had a mimosa before, he did not know what a mimosa is. The drink was very tempting, but he knew he needed to stay sober and figure out what was going on. </font></div><div class=""><font face="georgia, serif" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="georgia, serif" class="">He picked up his trade magazine and tried to read. He wasn’t used to the sound of cars rushing by, the blowing of horns, and the bumps in the road. The Exeter was, generally, far quieter and smoother a ride. It was difficult for him to focus, but from what he gathered Star Trek: Exeter was what used to be known as a “TV show” that was being picked up for its second season, and starting production. All the characters in the show were officers he knew on the Exeter. And it was definitely them in the pictures. But they were all played by actors with different names. </font></div><div class=""><font face="georgia, serif" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="georgia, serif" class="">As the limo was arriving in the Pinewood lot he found a blurb in the piece about him. “Newcomer Oliver Bader-Pagitt will be playing new officer Heinrich Kruze. ‘When my agent sent me a script I lept at the part,’ Bader-Pagitt said, ‘Dr. Kruze had a certain ennui…’” ~A certain ennui?~ Heinrich thought to himself. ~What kind of asshole says that?”~ He could feel the limo come to a stop. He put the magazine aside as Dennis opened his door. “Pinewood Studios, sir.”</font></div><div class=""><font face="georgia, serif" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="georgia, serif" class="">“Thank you, uh, Dennis.” Heinrich said. Dennis smiled, rubbing his thumb and forefingers together. Heinrich had no idea what the gesture meant. The only item he had on his person, other than his iPhone, was the magazine. He knew it had important information, but figured he could find another one at the studio. He handed it to a very displeased Dennis.</font></div><div class=""><font face="georgia, serif" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="georgia, serif" class="">“Actors…” Dennis muttered to himself as Heinrich gaily and innocently sauntered into the studio’s main entrance.</font></div><div class=""><font face="georgia, serif" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="georgia, serif" class="">(Reply any)</font></div><div class=""><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;" class="">(Posted by Tim)</span></div></body></html>