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Perhaps, but Weston was making his observations from afar. It’s the fact that no one else noticed. Now Michael feels the need to step in. It’s what he does. </div>
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<div id="divRplyFwdMsg" dir="ltr"><font face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size:11pt" color="#000000"><b>From:</b> illuminar-nrpg <illuminar-nrpg-bounces@startrekfreedom.com> on behalf of Renee Bishop via illuminar-nrpg <illuminar-nrpg@startrekfreedom.com><br>
<b>Sent:</b> Saturday, May 15, 2021 3:58 PM<br>
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<b>Cc:</b> Renee Bishop <dianecoffee13@yahoo.com><br>
<b>Subject:</b> [EXTERNAL] ILLUMINARNRPG: SFI Michael Weston</font>
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There should also have been blood spatter on Sanchez.<br>
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<div>On Saturday, May 15, 2021, 05:38:24 PM EDT, Al Muir via illuminar-rpg <illuminar-rpg@startrekfreedom.com> wrote:
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<span style="vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap"><font face="Calibri">Mission: Death in the Shadows</font></span></p>
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<span style="vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap"><font face="Calibri">Day: 2</font></span></p>
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<span style="vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap"><font face="Calibri">Stardate: 2446.02.01</font></span></p>
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<span style="vertical-align:baseline"><font face="Calibri"><span style="white-space:pre-wrap">(USS Illuminar - Sickbay - Deck 5 - SFI - Michael Weston – 15:05)</span></font></span></p>
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<span style="vertical-align:baseline"><font face="Calibri"><font face="Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="white-space:pre-wrap">This sickbay had seen a lot of business in the last couple of days. Weston himself was not even the starting point. He had heard of
a Vulcan woman with her own problems that came through before he arrived. Then there was Captain Sekal. That was disconcerting as now he did not know who he needed to, or even could, confide in. There was this doctor, but she was not really in a position to
hear what he had to say. Then there was a woman who had come in with a severe case of death by dog. He wasn</span></font><span style="white-space:pre-wrap">’</span><font face="Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="white-space:pre-wrap">t sure if this was a typical
day on the Illuminar or just a series of </span></font></font></span><font face="Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="white-space:pre-wrap">coincidence around his arrival. Michael really wasn’t one to believe in</span></font><font face="Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="white-space:pre-wrap">coincidence.</span></font></p>
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<font face="Calibri,sans-serif" style="color:rgb(0,0,0); font-family:Calibri,sans-serif; font-size:14px"><span style="white-space:pre-wrap">His mind went back to play over the events surrounding Captain Sekal. He could not fathom any of the medical actions,
but the attack, stab wound, and the other man that came in with him. That was what held his attention. This yellow uniformed person who was unconscious. He may not have seen a lot of medical procedures, but he had seen his fair share of</span></font><font face="Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="white-space:pre-wrap">unconscious
men. There was a feel to the circumstances behind why a man becomes unconscious. Evidence often times goes unnoticed by an average investigator. Evidence such as marks and bruises.
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<font face="Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="white-space:pre-wrap">He had overheard the man’s story, and what truly shocked Weston was that there was no question to the veracity of such an unlikely tale. To suddenly be rendered</span></font><font face="Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="white-space:pre-wrap">unconscious
in a hallway that was unoccupied by anyone other than himself and the captain seemed</span></font><font face="Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="white-space:pre-wrap">… odd. He wondered what the doctor’s medical readings showed. He was sure that it would show
some form of</span></font><font face="Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="white-space:pre-wrap">confusion, and their would be a bruise somewhere around his head or neck, roughly the size of the captain’s hand. But getting out of his bed to check on it would have
drawn attention away from where it needed to be.</span></font></p>
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<font face="Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="white-space:pre-wrap">When this Sanchez character left sickbay, with an escort, Michael wondered how long before he</span></font><font face="Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="white-space:pre-wrap">… disappeared. He
doubted it would take very long. It had already been six hours. Weston was sure he’d be hard to find, even on a ship this small. His mind began to work on the ways somebody could get off a Federation starship without being noticed. The list was rather small,
but extensive enough.</span></font></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><font face="Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="white-space:pre-wrap">Then he saw the doctor pause at his door and nodded at him. Was there a hint of a smile there? It was the only interaction
that he had with anyone, besides a series of minor noticeable empathic sweeps by the Betazoid watchdog outside, that were easily brushed off. Time with a telepath in … intimate circumstances will build up certain abilities. </span></font></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><font face="Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="white-space:pre-wrap">He checked his shoulder to see how much it could handle. Pain was not always as useless as people gave it credit. It
could also focus someone. He used some of that focus now. Swinging his legs off the table he was able to stand. He made his way to the doorway. There were not many people in the medical room. The only one that mattered was the telepath. He’d gotten this far
because he was able to hide his intent. But now he was visible. Invisibility was not one of his many talents. However he was able to surprise the Betazoid woman. He was standing beside her before she was able to react.</span></font></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><font face="Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="white-space:pre-wrap">Sadly, he could tell, that she was not really the trusting type. He quickly moved so that he had her in a hold that took
seconds to put her to sleep. The only concern would be if she had time to send out a telepathic cry for help. Still, it would not come in time. And he did not have time to try and get these people to trust him in time to stop the man who attacked the captain
from getting away. She’ll have a headache when she wakes up, but she will wake up. He hefted her unconscious body onto a bio-bed and looked for something more appropriate to wear.</span></font></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt">He found a medical uniform that was about his size and quickly changed. He stretched his shoulder and winced at the pain, but he would be able to handle the pain. Then he looked in
at the ICU room where it showed the CO still alive, and in a form of coma. Most likely it was a healing trance. He looked at the doctor and smiled. She was cute.</p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt">Then he turned and walked out of sickbay. The best way to fit in is to look like you belong. Still he needed information, without attracting attention. His first order of business was
to find something that get left sitting around all the time, a ships PADD. He would need to find this Ensign Sanchez.</p>
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