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</o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--></head><body lang=EN-US link="#0563C1" vlink="#954F72" style='word-wrap:break-word'><div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'>Mission: A Cure Delayed<br>Day: 6<br>Stardate: 2445.10.29<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'>Scott sat motionless in his dimly lit quarters…exhausted after a long day and now this. He looked out the window and noted the colorful twinkle of distant stars, but there were of no comfort. He took a sip of his brandy and rubbed his head.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'>The subspace message set Scott’s mood back to say the least. He wasn’t entirely sure of his feelings, but uneasiness came to mind. The message was dated nearly a month ago so surely things were already set in motion. Star Fleet knew Scott was assigned to the Illuminar and had been aboard for months. ~How could this be?~ he thought. Should he tell his commanding officer? No…his contact out ranked most so the assumption was things were already approved or at least known about. He would wait to hear through official channels. That’s what the Academy taught him…when in doubt, trust the system. <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'>He reached up and tapped his computer display…the days duty roster before him. ~Good~ “Computer alarm for 0700.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'>(Reply none)<br>(Posted by Steve)<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div></body></html>