<div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style=""><span id="m_6771355958671041442gmail-docs-internal-guid-63c3ae28-7fff-22c1-9693-6c5789234606" style=""><p dir="ltr" style="font-family:garamond,"times new roman",serif;font-size:large;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Mission: Space was cool before it mattered</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family:garamond,"times new roman",serif;font-size:large;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";color:rgb(0,0,0);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="font-family:garamond,"times new roman",serif;font-size:large;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Stardate: 2446.04.25</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="font-family:garamond,"times new roman",serif;font-size:large;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(USS Exeter - Main Engineering - ACEO, Lt. SG Alistair Brightwood- 0804)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family:garamond,"times new roman",serif;font-size:large;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap"><br></span></p><p style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font color="#000000" face="Times New Roman"><span style="font-size:16px;white-space:pre-wrap">"You ever feel like engineering is at its most boring when we are not actually going anywhere?"  Alistair said as he approached his ACEO counterpart Lt. Ethan Miller.<br></span></font></p><p style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font color="#000000" face="Times New Roman"><span style="font-size:16px;white-space:pre-wrap"><br></span></font></p><p style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font color="#000000" face="Times New Roman"><span style="font-size:16px;white-space:pre-wrap">(reply Miller)

"sometimes I feel like the warp core is sad when we sit here, for all intents and purposes, parked and she doesn't get to take us anywhere. You know, if warp cores get sad."

(reply Miller)
<br></span></font></p><p style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font color="#000000" face="Times New Roman"><span style="font-size:16px;white-space:pre-wrap">Alistair let out a big yawn. "I don't suppose you could handle the alpha shift on your own and I can just go back to bed. Just warm up in my cozy covers." Alistair I sighed. "I suppose it is my fault really for staying up way too late last night working on side projects. Oh well. Should be another boring day, dont you think?"

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