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Death in the Shadows</span></p>
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7</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(USS
Illuminar- Deck 1 - Bridge - Science Officers - Dr. Julian Penn and Dr. Teller and CO Captain Sekal - 1800)</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When
Penn and Teller stepped onto the bridge they were both mesmerized by the sights and sounds around them. Penn separated from his partner and immediately went to the science station. He looked at what the officer monitoring the station was looking at. He
nodded and took a deep breath from the new and improved atmosphere breather he had invented and implanted in his nasal passages. It avoided the awkwardness of the larger apparatus that was standard for off-Benzar travel.</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“This
is a very interesting energy modulation that you are using,” the Benzite offered, “have you considered…”</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The
look from the officer stopped him as he realized that nobody on the bridge knew who he was. He realized that he had broached a protocol and stepped back. “Forgive, I forget myself sometimes. Dr. Gaillus Penn, at your service.” He bowed slightly as a rather
ominous looking Klingon stepped up behind him. </span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Penn
smiled at the Klingon, “Ah, the local constabulary force.”</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Teller,
the Tamarian, looked at the klingon, “Barny Fife with a bullet?” </span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Penn
shook his head, “Andy Taylor without a weapon.”</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Teller
nodded, looking at the Klingon again, “</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Rai
and Jiri at Lungha. Rai of Lowani. Lowani under two moons. Jiri of Ubaya. Ubaya of crossroads, at Lungha. Lungha, her sky gray,” he said to the Klingon. Across his body was a sash with various colored holes and strange ornaments buttoned to it. A sheath with
what looked like the handle of a knife was slung low, suggesting the Tamarian was left-handed. </span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The
Klingon growled at the use of a near incomprehensible language, which of course, it was. Penn put a hand on the Klingon’s shoulder.</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“My
friend is simply saying greetings,” he translated.</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The
Klingon grimaced, “Then why didn’t he say so?”</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now
it was Penn’s turn to look stunned, “I believe that is what he just did.”</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The
Klingon shook his maned head. "You are here to see Captain Sekal?"</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Indeed
we are my good Klingon,” Penn said, trying to be jovial with the dour being.</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The
Klingon’s eyes narrowed, “Your weapon, give it to me.” He held out a huge hand.</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Penn
looked at Teller, and they both looked confused, “Weapon?”</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Your
friend carries a knife,” the Klingon pointed out. “You may not take it into the Captain’s Ready Room and if you try I will escort you to Security.”</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Ahhhh,”
Penn suddenly understood, “good luck.” He turned to Teller, “Temba, his hands are open.”</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Teller
raised his eyebrow, looked at the Klingon and back at his partner. “Zima at Anzo. Zima and Bakor?” </span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Penn
shrugged his shoulders at his friend and turned back to the Klingon, “My friend presents no danger to you or your captain. The knife is ceremonial by nature. What do you expect to happen? We are scientists, not warriors.”</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The
Klingon straightened to his full height with a scowl and shook his head, his hand still extended. "Your weapon or the brig."</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“The
kitten. Pacing at the window?” Teller asked. </span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Donald
Trump on the apprentice,” he said, uncertain how to proceed. Nobody had ever asked the Tamarian to give up his knife before. </span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The
Tamarian nodded, “Harry and Megan. Lilbet. Naming the baby.” Taking out his knife, he flipped it around, hilt first to the Klingon. “Temba, his arms wide.” </span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Galk
watched as the Tamarian deftly withdrew the knife, he knew how to manipulate the blade. Plucking it from the scientist by the hilt he put it in the crease of his own sash. Then he walked over to the door to the ready room and hit the chime.</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Wait
here,” he growled.</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Teller
looked at Penn, “Burns. Frank Burns in the swamp?” </span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Penn
held his hand to his mouth to hide his smile, “Inspector Cleuseau, on the case.”</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Teller
nodded and let out a hearty laugh, clapping his partner on the shoulder. </span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As
the two amused themselves at the expense of the security officer they waited for the captain to open his door. “Thomas the Train, coming to the station.”</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(USS
Illuminar- Deck 1 - Ready Room - Science Officers - Dr. Julian Penn and Dr. Teller and CO Captain Sekal - 1810)</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The
CO had been caught up on ships business and was looking over blueprints for the Protector. That class of ship would benefit greatly from the new warp drive engines and become a far more formidable adversary. It's complement of Peregrine fighters would be replaced
with the newer Sphinx/Void attack craft. While they were versatile, being forced to rely on them in ship v ship battle was untenable as they were more effective at projecting force. Using it as the front line warship during the wargame could have been construed
as an error. With the improvements however it would become hardened and stronger.</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The
tactics of the enemy in the wargame had been unanticipated certainly, the logical plan would have been to send in the Defiant class along with fighters to harry the Illuminar followed by the Protector while the Intrepid class monitored the battle.</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The
only concern he had was the arrogance of its commanding officer which could doom it in the long term.</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Send
them in Mr. Galk." He left the program running but retracted the viewing screen on the desk then watched the two scientists enter. The file on them read brilliant though somewhat eccentric with tendencies toward a loose interpretation of orders which could
require monitoring. He gestured to the two chairs on the other side of the desk. "Please be seated."</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Penn
nodded to the Captain and led the way to the seats, taking the one on the left, as Teller took the seat on the right.</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Thank
you for taking the time to see us Captain Sekal,” Penn said, with his own version of a smile. The tendril of his nasal plate wiggled slightly from his breathing apparatus. “I am Dr. Gaillus Penn, and this is my companion and partner, Dr. Teller. It is a
pleasure to meet you.”</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sekal
measured the two with a practiced eye. "Peace and long life Dr. Penn and to your partner as well."</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Teller
looked around the room, and back at the Captain before standing. “Picard and Dathon at El-Adrel. Rai and Jiri at Lungha. Rai of Lowani. Lowani under two moons. Jiri of Ubaya. Ubaya of crossroads, at Lungha. Lungha, her sky gray.” He raised his hand to touch
his forehead, pointed to the Captain and repeated the motion to his heart before sitting down.</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sekal
leaned forward with his elbows on the desk. "I understand the two of you have been working on research projects and you are free to continue your work on the Illuminar along with any other duties that may arise. I am sure that your insights and expertise will
prove invaluable to myself and to the crew. How was this transfer to my ship begun? It is unusual for a scientific partnership to be assigned to the same vessel." He addressed the questions to Penn knowing that he could do any necessary translating to Teller.
The Vulcan was aware he was going to have to make learning the Tamarian language a priority with Teller aboard.</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Penn
turned his head to address Teller, “Beowulf, Hrothgar builds the great hall. Grendall answers the song.”</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Teller
nodded, “Beowulf triumphant.” </span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Then
he turned back to the captain. “We appreciate Starfleet being flexible. However, we do our best work together. And I would have to agree with your assessment, our insights can be invaluable. We are, if nothing else, thorough. When we heard about the advancements
on this ship we wanted to be a part of that. And, to be honest, your reputation as a scientist precedes you. We knew that this vessel would give us the greatest opportunities to advance our own learning.”</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He
turned to Teller, ”Major Nelson with the genie.”</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“The
genie,” Teller smiles. “Samantha, her nose twitching.” </span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sekal
shrugged. "I merely took a step upon the foundation already laid and my interests are varied including engineering. There is something else I've been meaning to look into but the necessity of upgrading the capabilities of ships in the fleet took precedence
followed immediately by command training and building this ship. Running it also occupies a great deal of my time. Should an opportunity arise I hope to investigate it."</span></p>
<br>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Really?”
Penn sounded intrigued. “Well if you need any help once you find the time I am certain that Teller and I can work some kind of magic for you.”</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"That
would be agreeable." Sekal noted. "We have quarters that will be more optimal for you Dr. Penn on deck eleven so I have set Dr. Teller up in an adjacent room. You may configure the atmosphere in your quarters to optimal requirements. I don't anticipate being
able to begin that research until some time later but when able to do so I will bring you into it. Are there any questions about the ship I can enlighten you on besides the roses by the turbolifts on every deck? For those answers you would have to approach
my first officer."</span></p>
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and Carol at the house,” Teller says, “Paddington at the station. Endor, the moon. Ewoks on patrol.” </span></p>
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thoughts exactly,” Penn said with a nod. “Wouldn’t you agree Captain?”</span></p>
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shrugged. "I know very little of Terran film history but it would seem he is ready to begin his duties." He pulled 2 padds from his desk and downloaded deck schematics with room and office locations and handed them to the two men. "Welcome to the Illuminar
gentlemen, if you have questions on any of the ships systems feel free to bring them up after you are settled in. As I designed the ship I am quite knowledgeable or you can query the computer banks."</span></p>
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looked at Teller and smiled. “Temba has arms are closed. Miles Standish, with the natives.” They took the offered gifts and Penn nodded, “We thank you for your kindness and generosity.”</span></p>
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rose from their seats and turned to leave the office.</span></p>
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none)</span></p>
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