<div dir="ltr"><span id="gmail-docs-internal-guid-5741fb34-7fff-2136-5f9f-a0662d112c2a"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">N</span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">RPG: First of 3 from me this evening. If I reply to myself I apologise, but I have as of now, 3 characters on the bridge, all involved in one posting slot.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 0pt"> </p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">RPG:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 0pt"> </p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Mission: Andromeda's Chain</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Day: 1</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Stardate: 2446.01.03</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:16pt 0pt 10pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(USS Exeter – Bridge – ACFO Lieutenant (jg) Trinity Frost – 0431)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 10pt"> </p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 10pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Trinity smiled ecstatically as she felt the moment arrive.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 10pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">A rush of adoration and exaltation washed over her senses, the moment, days, weeks in the planning was coming to it’s endgame, a chess game that had been played all to much without the  opponent even being aware that she had been playing, or been played. Not that privately surprised Trinity, she’d always found Bracken an insufferable know it all with little to nothing to back up the hype she broadcast about herself.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 10pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">The doors to the turbolifts to the bridge opened simultaneously as Billy came out of one and ACTO Lt. Cade Blackewll came out of the other. With Ravok gone, Cade was the ranking tactical and security officer. They were both flanked by 10 armed security officers, each equipped with phaser rifles. As they began piling out the Jeffrey tube access points from deck 2 opened as 15 more armed officers made there way to the bridge. As they converged towards the command chair they made quite a scene. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 10pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Trinity smiled, watching the mutiny happen, she knew her role, and had been happy to play her part in it since her mind had been awoken to the greatness of the Empress. Billy approached the pretender to the throne.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 10pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"I beg your apologies Captain but we appear to have a situation. It seems that whoever Maxine was, she wasn't the empress after all. The Emperess is still here and she is making her move."</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 10pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(Reply Ailynn)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 10pt"> </p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 10pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“You didn’t set to kill...pity.” Trinity said. “They’ll be trouble later, leave no hangers on.” She spoke with a venom as she caught Greta’s eye. “Kill them all, it’s no less than they deserve, failure to hail the Empress should be punishable by death.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 10pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(Reply Greta)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 10pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Trinity ignored her, and listened as she awaited the moment.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 10pt"> </p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 10pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"Now then," Billy said addressing those still standing. "Back away from your stations and gather in the middle. Your empress has need of you."</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 10pt"> </p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 10pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Billy then turned to Trinity and smiled. "Set a course that keeps us in range of both away teams. Our empress doesn't want to lose any of her subjects."</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 10pt"> </p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 10pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Trinity turned to her console, and tapped a command, ripping the ship, unwarned to warp. Ironically, Bracken herself had ordered the most efficient course laid in on her entrance to the Bridge. Not that that scored her any points. Pretender to the Throne that she was.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;padding:6pt 0pt 10pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(Reply any/Greta?)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;padding:6pt 0pt 0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Spectral,serif;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(Posted by Mark)</span></p></span><br class="gmail-Apple-interchange-newline"></div>