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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;color:#000000;font-weight:400">Mission: Prelude</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400">Day: 1</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400">Stardate: 2446.03.23</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;color:#000000;font-weight:400">(Earth - Pittsburgh -
</span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#201f1e;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400">Primanti Brothers Bar and Grill</span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400"> - CSec/Tac Lt T’Mur - 1315)</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;color:#000000;font-weight:400">T’Mur had received the invitation from Lt. Trei about joining her for lunch in a place called… Pittsburgh?.
Apparently, she had heard of a dining establishment that she wanted to share with her and Sienna. She had asked Sienna about it, but she was busy speaking with her family, so she had decided to go on her own.</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;color:#000000;font-weight:400">The Vulcan had never been to Sol prime before, although she had studied the world at great length, especially
once she knew that the wedding was going to be on the planet. She knew that it was going to be different than Vulcan, but how different was surprising. There was such a variety of ecosystems on the planet. But when she got off the shuttle in Pittsburgh
it was not the sight that she had expected.</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;color:#000000;font-weight:400">This was a highly industrialized area. Apparently, it was where they mass-produced materials that went into
manufacturing items such as starships and shuttles. She hadn’t really given too much consideration as to where the raw materials had been produced, but this was the harsh reality of it. And the hardest thing to hit her was the smell. She wrinkled her nose
at it.</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;color:#000000;font-weight:400">A stranger walked by and laughed when they saw her face. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart, you’ll get used to
it. That’s what real work smells like.”</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;color:#000000;font-weight:400">“Indeed,” T’Mur replied, “then I shall endeavor to redefine what I consider real work. Does that imply that
my work is imaginary?”</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;color:#000000;font-weight:400">The man walked away with a chuckle. She could hear him saying as he moved away, “Vulcans.”</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;color:#000000;font-weight:400">T’Mur consulted the map on her PADD and found the
</span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#201f1e;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400">Primanti Brothers Bar and Grill</span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400">. It took her about fifteen minutes
to find the place. She got turned around, twice, but finally found her way there. Pittsburgh was definitely a confusing and busy place.</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;color:#000000;font-weight:400">When she walked into the restaurant she noted Trei and Ensign Pex sitting together, which seemed odd. She did
not realize that the two of them had struck up a friendship. With a shrug, she moved over to the table and stopped at the edge.</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;color:#000000;font-weight:400">Once again the smell struck her. She hadn’t really realized how sensitive to smells she was. It hadn’t really
been like this before. She wondered if her treatment on Vulcan had altered her olfactory senses. There was a combination of odors, from cooked meat to human body odor. However, the establishment looked clean, if not as antiseptic as the Prancing Pony on
the Illuminar, or the musty smell of the restaurants on Vulcan.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400">She nodded and greeted the pair, “Greetings Ariel Trei, Ensign Pex, I am gratified to be invited to your…,” she
searched for the right word, “dive? Is that the correct term for such an establishment?”</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;color:#000000;font-weight:400">(reply Pex. Trei)</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;color:#000000;font-weight:400">“May I be seated?” she asked.</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;color:#000000;font-weight:400">(reply Trei, Pex)</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400">(posted by Al & Mel)</span></p>
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