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<div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: -webkit-standard; font-size: medium;">Mission: A Cure Delayed</span><br style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">
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(USS Illuminar - Deck 1- Bridge- SO – Ensign(jg) T'Mur – 1001)</div>
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T’Mur had become quite comfortable at the tactical station on the bridge. Although her time on the bridge had begun as a time of internment, she thought logically so she could be monitored more closely than freely wandering the ship on a patrol, it had turned
into a position she had made her own. The control panel was nearly at a random pattern, so she had already reorganized the digital display to put those controls in a more logical configuration.</div>
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As she monitored the space the Illuminar was traveling through for any possible threats her comm badge chimed.</div>
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=^= Ensign T'Mur to the Ready Room. =^=</div>
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“Aye sir,” she replied simply, knowing that this would most likely be the end of her time on the bridge. She had managed to keep herself under control, but knew that he evening with the other women of the Illuminar still opened her raw feelings and emotions
that she did not understand. The sensation of Sierras touch as they were pushed to a closeness due to the increasing numbers joining their table. It had caused her to retreat and spend most of her free time alone.</div>
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She stepped up to the door and waited for it to slide open to admit her.</div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">(USS Illuminar - Deck 1- Ready Room - SO – Ensign(jg) T'Mur – 1002)</span></div>
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<div>T’Mur had not spent much time in the captain’s ready. Each time she was acutely aware of the functionality of the room and of its patterns of order and structure. Some might have called it Spartan but T’Mur saw it for what it was, orderly. She nodded
to the captain as she approached his desk.</div>
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"Sit please,” Sekal said offering the chair across from him. Usually a polite sit down was followed by bad news. Even that thought was illogical. News was news, it did not contain in itself a goodness or a badness. That was a completely subjective condition
created by the receiver of the news. She sat on the edge of the seat, stiff, expecting the delivery of news she did not wish to receive.</div>
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The captain leaned forward with his fingers laced. "Ensign I have come to the decision of splitting Security and making a Tactical branch. This was not done without due consideration but I find your skills to be of more logical use on the bridge. Of course
I expect the Tactical Department to supplement Security when the occasion is necessitated."</div>
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T’Mur sat back in the chair slightly in surprise. This was not the news that was expected. In fact it was the opposite. Then all of his words came to her mind and she realized he expected a response. She knew that his decision was logical, and was what
was best for the ship, The needs of the many.</div>
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“Sir, I appreciate the opportunity. I am certain both you and Ensign Lee will approve of my commitment."</div>
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He pulled a small black box from a drawer of the desk and stood up. "Ensign T'Mur you are hereby promoted to Ensign senior grade and Chief of Tactical. Please step forward."</div>
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T’Mur blinked and stood up. She stepped around the captains desk as Sekal picked up the gold pip and exchanged it for the empty one that had been on her collar. </div>
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"Congratulations Ensign. Your promotion has already been logged with StarFleet Command."</div>
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This was definitely not the conversation that she had planned to be having with the captain this morning. She could not help but feel pleased, but focused to maintain her composure. She wanted to laugh and cry and jump up and down, but that was just her affliction
reasserting itself on her. But she was in control.</div>
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“Thank you, Captain Sekal, I appreciate your confidence in my abilities,” she said, “all things considered.”</div>
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(reply Sekal)</div>
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(posted by Al Muir)</div>
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