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<span style="color: rgb(38, 40, 42); font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Mission: A Cure Delayed</span><br style="color: rgb(38, 40, 42); font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
<span style="color: rgb(38, 40, 42); font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Day: 6</span><br style="color: rgb(38, 40, 42); font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
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<span style="color: rgb(38, 40, 42); font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Outside the Nivar Suites– Bohb- 0700)</span></div>
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<div><font color="#26282a" face="Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 13px;">Bohb was pretty good at recognizing patterns. There was just something about that Vulcan captain that was nagging at his attention, so he had been keeping an eye on his activities.
He sat on a bench across from the suites and waited. He had noted that the captain had a habit of taking a morning constitutional in the mornings. So he sat and waited fiddling, absent mindedly, with a phase energy converter that he had been working on
for the past few days, as he watched the entrance of the Suites. </span></font></div>
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<div><font color="#26282a" face="Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 13px;">He knew that sounded kind of creepy, but it was not out of his way to work at the trans hub, and he had never gotten out of the habit of waking up far earlier than he needed
to to be prepared for duty. The joy and horror of being a Magillan, once you have created a habit it was virtually impossible to break it. And once you got a bug in your ear, you just had to discover what it was. He had to figure out what this familiarity
with the Starfleet officer was. </span></font></div>
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<div><font color="#26282a" face="Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 13px;">To be honest, he already had begun to formulate a hypothesis, but he needed more data. Observation and interaction was what they had drilled into him. A few days of observation,
but he’d had no interaction with the problem. There was a blip tone as the piece of the converter he’d been working on slipped into correct alignment. He looked down at the device and smiled. He should be able to take it apart and put it back together blindfolded
by now, but he was trying to increase the output. </span></font></div>
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<div><font color="#26282a" face="Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 13px;">When he looked back up he saw his quarry. The Vulcan has stepped out of the Suites and turned</span></font><font color="#26282a" face="Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 13px;">…
to his left this time. An interesting deviation from his previous observations. He wondered</span></font><font color="#26282a" face="Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 13px;">… . He had done some observation but it was time for some interaction.
He stood up and dropped the device in his shoulder bag, and crossed the street. </span></font></div>
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<div><font color="#26282a" face="Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 13px;">Even in a world where uniques beings were often seen, a Magillan stood out. They were taller than even most Vulcans, and took up a great deal of space. It was difficult
to be “clandestine” so Magillans did not make very good spies. Bohb was no different. He was certain that it would not take the Vulcan long to realize that he was being followed. But Bohb’s purpose was not to be clandestine but to interact. He began to lengthen
his strides until he caught up with his prey.</span></font></div>
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<div>As he came along side he looked over. There was just something that he felt was so familiar. Well, most Vulcans looked similar. But this one… there was something about his mannerisms, even his gait as he walked. Now Bohb was beginning to feel a bit
awkward. He did not often understand social interactions with most races. Vulcans he kind of got. </div>
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<div>“Excuse me,” Bohb said the Vulcan, “I am sorry to intrude in your morning time, but I just have a feeling that we have met before. Am I familiar to you?”</div>
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<div>(reply Sekal)</div>
<div>(posted by Al Muir)</div>
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