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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">(USS Illuminar - Deck 11 - Rec Room -CSec/Tac, Lt. Commander T’Mur - 1617)</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 watched as Grey Wolf addressed her pilotts and facing down the Bravo pilots. Finally she turned to the
Security Chief.</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">"Charges Lieutenant Commander?"</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 heard one of the Bravo fights gasp, "Lieutenant Commander? Holy s***.”</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">She looked at the group with a thoughtful expression. She thought about the logical course of action. Nobody
was truly injured. Her eye would heal, although she could alread feel the bruise form and may have to explain that to Sienna, who won’t be happy. Then her thought turned to Sienna and she channeled her playful mode.</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">“At best ,” she began, sounding cold and logical, “this would be conduct unbecoming an officer and under article
133 could institute a punishment of a confinement for a period of time up to a year.” </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">She paused to let that sink in then added, “At worst it woud be a transgression of article 90, striking a superior
officer, which,” she looked at Grey Wolf with a twinkle in her eye, “if I recall correctly, is a dishonorable discharge and up to five years in a Federation penitentiary.”</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 Grey Wolf, Bravo team, Knights)</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">She took a deep breath, “Perhaps we can come to a resolution that would benefit all, and a punishment that you
would learn from.”</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">Now she turned to look at Becca, who was looking at the mess that the fight had created. They caught each other’s
eyes and Becca nodded, working hard to suppress a smile.</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">“Rather than such a confinement,” she said, which would not be a benefit to the Illuminar, or Mars Complex I
recommend that both teams spend a week of double duties. First would be their regular duties, during which they will have not further transgressions. The second duty would be performed right here in the Rec Room. You would be the clean up crew for the eight
hours of of that second shift. Since you would still be on duty you may not imbibe any alcoholic beverages, nor enjoy any of the activities that will be happening during that period of time. And that would be the only time you would be allowed to be in the
Rec Room.”</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">She turned to Becca who said, “Wait, I would have eight workers to clean up the messes that these people create?
That would be fantastic. I need the grease traps all cleaned out, and the restrooms scrubbed.”</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 looked at the Grey Wolf, them back at the pilots, “There you have it. I believe the matter is settled.
And I will not press charges on this, “ she indicated to her eye.</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 all)</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 Muir)</span></p>
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