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<div dir="auto" style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">Mission: Death in the Shadows</div>
<div dir="auto" style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">Day: 5</div>
<div dir="auto" style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">Stardate:2446.02.05</div>
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<div dir="auto" style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">(USS Illuminar-- Deck 1 -- Bridge -- CTO — Ensign T'Mur— 1505)</div>
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<div dir="auto" style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">T’Mur was still a little put out about not attending the meeting with the COs and Sienna. She understood Sekal’s logic, that since they were on the Illuminar, and he was there, that they were both safe.
However, they were not in his ready room. They weren’t even on the same deck. If something had happened she would not have been able to uphold her promise to protect Sienna. And the was what she just didn’t exactly agree with it. The Something nagged
at the back her brain. It was not a logical sensation, but what Sienna would have called a “gut feeling.” She just did not trust this Nesmith, but she was unable to logically justify her lack of trust. So she had been searching for a reason.</div>
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<div dir="auto" style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">When they returned to the bridge T’Mur had conducted her duties with her usual efficiency. However she did not allow herself the opportunity to open her mind to Sienna. It was best for them both to remain
focused on their duties. That was the logical route to take. There had been work to do, and adjustments to the ships shields and weapon systems that she had needed to make, and it required her full attention. If she were to be honest with herself she knew
that was not the truth. She could have easily conducted to the work with only 60% of her attention. But her full attention completed the work faster.</div>
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<div dir="auto" style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">Finally the captain ordered the ship to Regulus III to drop off the freighter survivors and their assailants that had been captured. Then the captain addressed the crew on the ship wide comm. However
he was light on the details of the mission, just that they were proceeding with it.</div>
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<div dir="auto" style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">“Ensign T’Mur,” Sekal called out, “report from Tactical.”</div>
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<div dir="auto" style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">“Shields are at full strength, Captain,” T’Mur replied. “Phasers at full capacity, and weapons systems a fully functional.”</div>
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<div dir="auto" style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">He went through the rest of the ships departments to get their reports. T’Mur looked over at Sienna, who appeared to be looking at her with concern. She could feel the sensation of her attempt to communication
with her along their connection but she just shook her head.</div>
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<div dir="auto" style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">(reply Sekal, Sienna)</div>
<div dir="auto" style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">(posted by Al Muir)</div>
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