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<span style="font-family: -webkit-standard; font-size: medium;">Mission: A cure Delayed</span><br style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">
<span style="font-family: -webkit-standard; font-size: medium;">Day: 6</span><br style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">
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<span style="font-family: -webkit-standard; font-size: medium;">(USS Illuminar - Deck 10 - Main Shuttlebay - EO Ensign John Bigboote – 0926)</span></div>
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<div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: -webkit-standard; font-size: medium;">John smiled at the young newest member of the engineering team. He had trouble remembering when he was so green and </span>naïve. He looked veritably happy to do his
work for him. Putting the nacelle back together was not a difficult task, and something that any engineering cadet should be able to do almost blindfolded. It was just time consuming and mind numbing work. Unless he was stupid as he was green. </div>
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<div style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">“That’s great,” he said. He handed him a PADD. “If you have any questions the schematics of the nacelle is on this PADD, but someone of your obvious intelligence should have this done in no time. I’m certain that
you hold some kind of record in repairing war nacelles from the academy.”</div>
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<div style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">(reply Preston)</div>
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<div style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">He patted the youngster on the cheek and smiled again. “I shall be back as soon as I can.” He headed to the exit then turned back. “Look, be a pal. If you finish with this before I get back, could you start tearing
down the nacelles on the next shuttle. I’m sure I’ll be back before then but the work never ends down here in the “Bay”.”</div>
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<div style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">(reply Preston)</div>
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<div style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">He turned back and walked out the doorway shouting back over his shoulder, “One oscillating overdriver on its way.”</div>
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<div style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">As the door closed he began laughing, walking towards the mess hall where he was certain there would be somebody waiting for him.</div>
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<div style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">(reply Preston)</div>
<div style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">(posted by Al Muir)</div>
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