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--></style></head><body lang=EN-US style='word-wrap:break-word'><div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Mission: Andromeda's Chain</p><p class=MsoNormal>Day: 1</p><p class=MsoNormal>Stardate: 2446.01.03</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>(USS Exeter – Astrometrics – aFO, Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek – 0440)</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>"Then we should leave these guys a little surprise." Keira wasn’t looking at her friend but just imagined a big ol’ grin across her face. ~Maybe I’m projecting?~</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“Surprise? What kind?” Keira responded.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>"Don’t worry, nothing that will harm them. Just something to incapacitate them for a bit." Erin winked.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“That’s certainly less violent than my plan of just beat them up. Tell me more about your plan.” Keira said finishing up what she could do at her end.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>"As soon as the break through those doors, Astrometrics will be flooded with a harmless but quite effective anesthetic gas." Erin said.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“Remind me not to get into a prank war with you….” Keira chuckled.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>"Oh I can be sneaky when I need to be. Where do we head first? I assume they will have taken any weapons lockers, security… engineering etc."</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Keira signed out of her terminal, deleted all the terminal’s recent logs, and grabbed an engineering kit. “We’ll need to find someplace out of the way with some space to work, and plan. We try to lock out systems while we can, but stay uncaptured while we take stock of where they’ve taken, and surmise if they’ve captured Bracken and try to find some way to communicate with her, without them knowing.”</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>(Reply Erin)</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“I remember that, you’ll have to elaborate a bit on it once we’re somewhere safe for now.” Keira said and opened a panel in the wall to reveal a crawl space. “After you.”</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>(Reply Erin)</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Keira followed Erin into the crawl space and closed the hatch behind them, and just in-time as the thud of the astrometrics door hitting the deck could be barely heard.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Some muffled speech on the other side would have been a good confirmation but air tight is generally sound tight so, Keira flipped open her tricorder but instinctually set it to silent mode.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“They’re approaching the consoles.” Keira narrated, “Accessing…. there it goes.”</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>(Reply Ering)</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“They’re out, nice work.” Keira congratulated Erin, “And diffusion does it’s thing…. and the gas passes harmlessly out into the corridor with far too low a concentration to take us out.”</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>(Reply Erin)</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Keira opened up the hatch again to see the two security crewmen sprawled out in what looked like very uncomfortable positions. She walked over and grabbed the phaser rifle and combadge off of the one closest to the door.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>(Reply Erin)<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“Now we’re armed and there will be a slight delay between when they wake up and when they call for back up. If it’s not already on the way.” Keira reset the phaser to heavy stun from the cutting setting.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>(Reply Erin)</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“I gave it some thought, we’ll need to head to some place with a replicator. I’ve got a plan to cause some more havoc.” Keira boasted.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>(Reply Erin)</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“A present from Trip.” Keira then elaborated “When Ravok and I asked to live together Trip was concerned neither of us would have a place to cool off, so he set aside a crew quarters, one of the ones with the bunk beds for in case we had a fight. We haven’t had to use it, but it should be empty.”</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>(Reply Erin)</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“Not too far from here a couple of decks up on deck 5. I can modify the room’s replicator for my needs, at least it will be more comfortable than the hard deck grating of the Jefferies hubs.” Keira said.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>(Reply Erin)</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“I’ll lead the way.” Keira said ducking back into the crawl space.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>(Reply Erin, any)</p><p class=MsoNormal>(Posted by Todd)</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“<span style='color:black'>The only way to defeat fear is to tell it 'No'." No - we will not take shortcuts on the path to righteousness. No - we will not break the rules that protect us from our basest instincts. No - we will not allow desperation to destroy moral authority.” - Michael Burnham, Star Trek: Discovery</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“No, I’m from Iowa, I only work in outer space.” – Adm. James T. Kirk, “Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home”<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Todd Holladay<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>SGT, IA ARNG (Retired)<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div><div id="DAB4FAD8-2DD7-40BB-A1B8-4E2AA1F9FDF2"><br />
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