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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 Edward Engel via illuminar-nrpg <illuminar-nrpg@startrekfreedom.com><br>
<b>Sent:</b> Saturday, May 22, 2021 8:11 AM<br>
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<b>Cc:</b> Edward Engel <thedukeej@yahoo.com><br>
<b>Subject:</b> [EXTERNAL] Re: ILLUMINARNRPG: ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 0045) CSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl, Luma Lenai, and Ensign Bohb</font>
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<div>On Saturday, May 22, 2021, 02:41:18 AM EDT, Spencer O'Dowd via illuminar-rpg <illuminar-rpg@startrekfreedom.com> wrote:
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Mission: Death in the Shadows</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Day: 2</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Stardate: 2446.02.02</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">(USS Illuminar - Deck 2, Jaton’s Quarters - CSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl, Luma Lenai, and
Ensign Bohb - 00:45)</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Jaton was tossing and turning. Unable to settle. The vision of Penny’s mangled corpse haunted
his mind, defying him to sleep. No matter what he tried to concentrate on, his mind kept coming back to that same grisly sight. The sight of someone who reported to him, and depended on him, dead in his own department.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">He sat up, frustrated. Over in the corner, his eye caught on Gunayu curled up in the corner.
Indifferent to the world, the cat was fast asleep. But Jaton decided that maybe the cat could comfort him. He stood up, walked over, and carefully picked up Gunayu, laying the groggy cat next to his shoulder, stroking him gently. He walked back to the bed,
and sat down. While petting Gunayu seemed to help, he was still on edge.</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“Luma, are you there?”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">It took a few moments for the Lenai’s focus to zero in on Jaton but that sense of her filled
his Quarters. Even the non-empaths could tell when she was around, but the psi nulls could not. =^= The Jaton is not entertaining his Dieter?=^= Luma asked curiously, the largest gossip mongerer on the ship. =^= Why is the Jaton not resting? =^= She asked
the expected question.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Jaton smiled wistfully at the idea. His Dieter. It sounded nice. But the smile faded quickly.
He put the cat down in his lap, scratching the scruff as the cat curled up once again.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“I needed to be alone tonight. At least so I thought,” he said after a minute. “I take it
you heard what happened to Penny?”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">=^= Luma dislikes when one of her small ones embraces entropy, even if it was that Penny.
It would be best for that Penny to have been transferred away. That Penny disliked Luma. =^= Luma paused for a few moments, =^= Why does the Jaton feel badly about that Penny?=^=</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“Because she was my subordinate. And I should’ve been there to protect her. And I wasn’t.”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Luma paused a moment to replay the sensor logs, and the internal recordings. =^= Why was
the angry canine with that Penny while she was at work? Our Sienna does not take her cat to work. The Jaton does not. Our Sekal does not. So why did she? Why did that Penny not use proper restraints on the angry canine? It is not the Jaton’s fault. =^= Another
pause. =^= It is like when our Sienna felt bad because that Taya was harmed while she was in charge? This guilt ios a mortal small one thing?=^=</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“I think that’s a fair assessment. I just can’t help but think that if I had been there a
few moments sooner, I could’ve saved her.” Jaton sighed. “Every time I close my eyes I see her body lying in that lab, covered in blood. I have no explanation for her choices, but even still. I should’ve been there for her. I had been speaking to her only
20 minutes before.”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">=^= It is uncommon to bring the angry canine with her? =^= Luma asked curiously. =^= Luma
did not see it either, but she was concerned with other things? Luma is supposed to see all things but there are things she does not see.=^=</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“It is rather uncommon, but I thought nothing of it. Maybe I should have. Maybe if I’d told
her to return it to her quarters she’d still be alive.”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">=^= The Jaton, Luma is not allowed to go back and fix this. Luma did not like that Penny.
It is not worth your anguish. She was a small one, yes. But she was not a nice, or well liked small one. She should have been sent away from here when it was obvious she did not fit in. Perhaps when our Sekal awakens we can speak with him? Would that alleviate
the guilt that the Jaton feels? =^=</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Jaton nodded. “It might, but I don’t know for certain.” Jaton moved the blanket slightly,
trying to pull it out from under Gunayu without disturbing him. “Can I give you a piece of advice, though? Among us small ones, it’s considered bad form to speak ill of the dead.”</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">=^= The Jaton will explain this strange custom? Why is it wrong to speak the truth? =^=</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Jaton thought for a moment. “I’m not entirely sure. I suppose because it might offend the
people who loved them.”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">=^= Did anyone love that Penny here? =^= Luma’s voice was very curious as she asked. She
trusted Jaton for some reason.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Jaton’s fiddling with the blankets inevitably woke up Gunayu, who looked at Jaton, annoyed.
He got up, and began pacing the bed, but after a moment he focused on one corner, his hackles rising. A low growl emanated from deep within the cat, followed by a mean hiss. Jaton looked at the cat, perplexed. “What’s wrong?”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">He then looked over towards the corner Gunayu was focused on, and immediately felt his heartbeat
triple in pace. He screamed, scrambling out of the bed, and sinking into the opposite corner. His eyes were fixed on the figure across from him: Penny was standing there, silently. Her face and her uniform were covered in blood.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Trying not to hyperventilate, Jaton called out desperately. “Luma, are you there? Please
tell me, am I the only one in my quarters?”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Luma had grown quiet for a moment, thinking about what Jaton had said until he resummoned
her attention, =^= Luma is here, the Jaton. There is nothing on sensors. May Luma use the holographic emitters to enter the quarters?=^= She sounded thoughtful, almost as if she didn’t trust her own sensors.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“Please. Then you might see what I’m seeing,” Jaton replied, his chest still heaving.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Luma appeared in his quarters, turning towards where Jaton was looking. Today she looked
like her true form, just minaturized. She looked like a snowflake. A dancing one. =^= Luma senses on the high em frequency a slightly out of phase impression, but nothing that she can ‘see’ even with the proper eyes of the holographic construct. Luma senses
the EM frequency as a ripple in the subspace strings.=^= Luma sounded pleased with herself. =^= What does the Jaton see with his mortal eyes?=^=</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Jaton raised an arm, shaking, and pointed in the corner. “There, in the corner. Look!”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Luma continued to look but she did not see what he did. =^= The Jaton is being … ‘haunted’?=^=
Luma sounded confused but she continued to scan.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“It’s Penny. Penny’s standing there. Covered in her own blood!”</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">=^= The Jaton should pick up his tricorder and make notes about this?=^= Luma prompted. She
continued to scan, the upper part of her snowflake body inclining towards the corner. =^= The Jaton’s feline senses it?=^=</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“Jaton Alyl, why did this happen to me?” the thick Scottish brogue cut through the room. </span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Gunayu leapt off the bed and retreated into the corner with Jaton. He hissed again.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“Penny,” Jaton said, slowly feeling for his tricorder on his bedside table, “I’m so sorry.
I got there as soon as I could.” He found the tricorder and began scanning. He glanced down at the readings, and his eyes went wide.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“Luma, there’s something there. I’m not imagining this. A definite energy pattern.”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">=^= Yes, the Jaton but Luma can not SEE it. =^= A moment passed. =^= Or hear it. Other than
loud, annoying screeches =^=</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Penny took a step towards Allyl pointing with an accusing finger. </span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“You,” she said stabbing at him with her words, “you were no there in ma uur of need. And
ma Wee Beastie. I’ve been betrayed I tell ye. Betrayed. Was I really that bad a woman?” </span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“Not at all. If I could have gotten there faster I would have. How can I help you? What do
you need?”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“What do I need,” she screeched. “I need peace. I need to understand. Why did nae one ye
love me? What was so horrible aboot me?”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Luma turned towards Jaton, =^= The screeching is louder, yet not in a language or words that
Luma can comprehend. Perhaps Luma should summon one of the small ones to assist the Jaton, like The Bohb.=^= Luma was interested but she couldn’t understand the spoken words, which was probably a good thing.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Jaton whispered back to Luma. “Please do.”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">He then turned back to Penny. “I cannot begin to tell you how sorry I am that this happened
to you. But I don’t have those answers for you. I wish I did. I wish I’d known you better. Maybe I could’ve helped you more.”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Luma bowed her head part of the snowflake and summoned Bohb via ship to ship transport. Since
they were both male, clothing was optional. =^= The Bohb will look with his mortal yet different eyes and help the Jaton figure out what is occurring because Luma can neither see nor hear what is occurring and these blind spots are ANNOYING. =^= The Lenai
spoke through the speakers before returning to her analysis.</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“Could you have loved me?” she asked, hope in her voice. </span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">There was a chime at the door and a pounding. A muffled voice shouted into the room. Suddenly
the door opened. Standing in the doorway was a large primate wearing plaid pajamas. </span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“What in the world is going on …” Bohb’s voice trailed off. “Ummm… I’m assuming you’re
seeing what I’m seeing?”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">=^= The Bohb. Luma can not see or hear. =^= The Lenai was definitely a bit grumpy about the
situation.</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“Yes. It’s Penny. She just appeared in my quarters. Scared me half to death. I don’t know
how to help her,” Jaton said, slowly standing.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">=^= Luma can most assuredly tell the Jaton that Penny is NOT here. That Penny has properly
embraced entropy and the psychic stench of her is not present. =^= Luma was not feeling kind currently, =^= The only psychic scent present is that of the Jaton.=^=</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Bohb pulled out his tricorder from a pocket of his pajamas and began to scan. </span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“Luma, darlin’,” Bohb called out, “you are reading the electromagnetic spectrum emanating
from that corner?”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">=^= Yes. The higher frequencies. But not much more than that.=^=</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“Jaton,” Penny called out, “will you love me?” She stepped closer. </span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Penny should be pleased that Luma couldn’t hear her.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“Penny,” Jaton said, trying to sink further into the corner, “I regret not being kinder to
you in life. But you’ve gone beyond something that I can handle. I’m sure you were more than worthy of love in life. And I wish you had experienced that. And for that I’m truly sorry.”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Suddenly Penny shrieked. “You son of a …, nane o’ ye loved me. Nary a one. Yer all horrible
people using poor Penny fer yer pleasure and then casting her aside. I’ll show ye sorry laddie.”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Penny continued to move forward menacingly. Suddenly Bohb stood between her and Alyl. He
held up his tricorder and tapped on it. The tricorder began to emit its own whining sound. Penny stopped and backed up a step. Then started forward again. </span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“I’ll show ye all aboot love … and hate.”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Bohb continued to make adjustments to his tricorder until the sound disappeared and all they
could feel was the electromagnetic vibrations being emitted. Suddenly Penny stopped in her tracks. She glowed momentarily then shimmered into non existence. </span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Jaton stepped out of the corner again, and breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, ensign,”
he said, turning to Bohb. “So what do you think that was?”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Bohb shrugged his shoulders and patted Jayton on the the shoulder. “She was a total bi***.
Beyond that I can only think that the accumulation of so many conflicting emotions created an electromagnetic facsimile of the woman at the time of her death and it was looking for someone who was feeling something about her to latch onto. Congratulations,
that was you L T.”</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">=^= Luma could not see or hear that Penny but is not pleased that the Jaton was her chosen
prey. =^=</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Jaton hung his head. “The poor woman. Life didn’t deal her an easy hand, did it? If only
she’d known some more kindness maybe things would’ve been different.”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">=^= Luma has known many species of the small ones and all of them have people like that Penny.
The Bohb may make changes to the shields if needed to keep the bad EM energy out so that the small one Jaton may rest. =^= Luma was trying to be kind and understanding.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Jaton nodded. “That might be for the best. In the meantime, I should try and get some sleep.
Though after that I don’t know how well that will go.”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">=^= Luma desires to point out that the feline has ceased acting aggressively. Perhaps that
energy is what made that Penny’s canine react badly. The beast was already quite fouled tempered. =^= The Lenai bowed her head again and brought a small, very real, very valuable bottle of terran whisky from the storage pantry and gently placed it on the bed
via site to site transporters. =^= Does The Bohb desire a ‘lift’ back to his quarters?=^= Luma obviously respected Bohb, you could hear her capital letters as she spoke of him. Fondly.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“”Ummm, I think I’ll walk thanks,” Bohb said, “it will help me relax to get back to sleep.”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">He looked at Allyl and nodded. “Looks like you got some serious drinking to do Lieutenant.
I’ll leave you to it.” He headed to the door then turned back. “By the way, nice PJs.” Noting that he appeared to be wearing nothing but what appeared to be tight underpants. Jaton blushed.</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">At that he left the room. </span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">With that, Jaton climbed back into bed. He took the bottle of whisky and took a slug of it. </span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">=^= The Jaton will go speak to one of the counselors tomorrow. If Our Riven were here, the
Jaton would not be resting. The smell here is not correct but perhaps after rest it will resolve.=^= Luma dissolved in a glittery show of prismy light that faded as she went off to tend to other tasks.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“Wait, Luma, please.” Jaton said. “Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Luma coalesced again into her crystalline form then tilted the top half of the snowflake.
=^= The Jaton would like to see Luma’s project? =^=</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“Your project?” Jaton asked curiously.</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Luma did that head bowing thing, then a rather voluptuous 50s era pinup body but with vulcan
ears, bright pink hair, purple eyes and light green skin. The clothing was equally as bright and form-fitting. =^= It was suggested that Luma learn how to interact better with the confused small ones by appearing like them. Luma has been combining the traits
of many small ones.=^= A tail swished around her legs, banded in pink and purple. =^= Luma did well? =^=</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Jaton’s eyes went wide. “Well my my. You certainly look unique.”</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">=^= Luma is pleased the Jaton approves. But Luma is not sure how to fit any more species
on this form. =^= Caitian ears appeared to match the tail, but the other vulcan ears were still there as well.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"> </p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">“There is an old saying. Less is more. I think if you try to add more species, it will be
overwhelming,” Jaton said haltingly, trying to find the appropriate words. “Then again, I’m a scientist. I think you look best in your true form. I find it most important to always be true to yourself.”</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">=^= The Alyl has wise concepts.=^= Luma quickly became herself again,</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Jaton curled up into bed, pulling the blankets up over himself, feeling sleep begin to take
him. “And that, Luma, is why we don’t speak ill of the dead.”</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">=^= If’n the Jaton says so. Luma does not see how one has to do with the other. The Jaton
likes the music of the flute?=^=</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt; font-family:Arial; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap">Luma modulated the piped music from the speakers until it was at a low level, sweet little
lullabies played by flute that had the hand of Sienna all over the music.</span></p>
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