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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Mission: Space was cool before it mattered<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Day: 2<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Stardate: 2446.04.25<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">(<span style="color:black">Exeter
</span>– Sickbay - COO, LT Janice Hammerfield - 1248)<span style="color:#1D2228"> </span><span style="color:black;background:white"> </span></span><br>
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“Lieutenant Hammerfield! Thank you for being so prompt. Right over here please.” He said, gesturing his way. He was leaning near the door of a private room across the way. He sipped his coffee as Janice approached.<br>
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Following him into the room Janice looked about slowly before taking a seat, “Everything ok doc?”<br>
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“My apologies for taking up more of your time, but the miners we rescued yesterday have all come down with radiation sickness.” Heinrich took a deep breath and quickly moved into the next part of his speech, “Now, I don’t want you to be alarmed, we have no
reason to think that might be our fate. But I did think given the circumstances it’d be a good idea to have the away team examined one more time. Perhaps we might even hold a clue as to what is going on.”<br>
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"Understood – Our EV suits didn’t give off any radiation alarm and our time inside was comparatively short,” she added sounding unalarmed at least for the moment.<br>
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“Seeing as I was also part of the away team I will not be doing the exams. That would be against protocol. But I have asked Dr. Klaz Vulon to examine us as he sees fit. Have you had a chance to meet the good doctor yet?”<br>
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“I’ve not no. I take it this is all routine right now? Are they miner is a treatable state?” she poked her head up to try look into the medbay.<br>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt">“Gottcha – well... lets get these tests over with then,” she smiled a bit and then rubbed her hands on her legs a little.<o:p></o:p></p>
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(Reply Heinrich, Klaz, Ethan)<br>
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