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<div dir="auto" style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">Mission: Death in the Shadows</div>
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<div dir="auto" style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">(USS Illuminar - Deck 1 - Bridge - CTO - <span style="font-size: medium;">Lt.(JG) T'Muir</span> – 1326)</div>
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As T’Mur continued to monitor the scans she got a new reading. This was more of a high energy particle beam, but it did not have the force to damage the ship. It looked more like a…</div>
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“Captain,” she tried to warn, “we are about to be scanned by a high energy particle beam. Trying to compensate shields.”</div>
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But as she reached for the controls her hands almost passed through them. She looked over at Sienna as she disappear.</div>
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::I will be fine.::</div>
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Then she was gone.</div>
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(reply Verin, any on the bridge)</div>
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<div dir="auto">(Sigma Draconis VI - Underground- CTO - Lt.(JG) T'Muir – 1328)</div>
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<div dir="auto">When she rematerialized T’Mur immediately began to observe her location. She heard the sounds of a tussle and looked to see that Captain Sekal and Ensign Galk were locked in combat. </div>
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<div dir="auto">"You were being transported out and I attempted to remove you from the field but was too late.” Galk explained.</div>
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<div dir="auto">“So your attendance here is not by design,” T’Mur said. “That is very interesting. Clearly the controller was looking for Vulcan life signs. I am curious as to how this will alter the plans of the controller.”</div>
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<div dir="auto">(reply Sekal, Galk)</div>
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<div dir="auto">As they talked T’Mur looked around the room they were in. Is was Spartan, even by Vulcan standards. A small, metallic walled chamber, twenty-two by thirty-two feet, and twelve feet high. There was a single door to the room, that was surrounded
by a yellow glow, which she assumed was and energy field. At this time she was unwilling to test the effect of the field.</div>
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<div dir="auto">Even the smell of the chamber was sterile. Not medically sterile, or antiseptic, but sterile of all things that could produce a scent; dust, bacteria, fungi or any kind of dirt. The one sense that gave her any input was her hearing. What
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<div dir="auto">She sat down in the middle of the floor and crossed her legs. “We are clearly here for a purpose, Captain. We may as well get comfortable until someone comes to retrieve us.”</div>
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<div dir="auto">(rely Sekal, Galk)</div>
<div dir="auto">(posted by Al Muir)</div>
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