<div dir="ltr"><span id="gmail-docs-internal-guid-4c28156e-7fff-4b46-2ddc-cadcddd842de"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:Roboto,sans-serif;color:rgb(32,31,30);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Mission:  For Honor</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:Roboto,sans-serif;color:rgb(32,31,30);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Day: 4</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:Roboto,sans-serif;color:rgb(32,31,30);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Stardate: 2446.04.28</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;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(USS Illuminar --Autopsy -- Deck 5 -- Dr. Agnes Vanderstein -- 1825)</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;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Aggie stood in front of the body, and though she was certified in forensics, autopsies were her least favorite activity.  Looking over at the wall monitor she looked at the scans.  The Toxicology reports nothing foreign in the blood.</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;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“OK, Stardate 2446.04.28, Autopsy of Crewman Chinlo.  Initial visual findings note a clean cut along the throat.  Toxicology shows no evidence of anything in the bloodstream. Impressions of the cut have been sent through the system and awaiting results from the computer.”  Aggie picked up a swab.  “I am taking a swab of the cut right now.”</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;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Aggie walked away and fed the swab into the computer.  “There are traces of poison in the wound however the crewman was dead before the poison could take effect.”  The computer beeped again.”  Aggie looked at the wall monitor as the computer, “The computer has identified the cut was from a small Klingon assassin knife.  It is not uncommon for Klingons to apply poison to their blades.  Back looking at the body.”  Aggie parted the incision, “The knife sliced through the left Carotid Artery.  Further examination and scan show no other trauma.  Chinlo was dead before the poison could get into her system.  Crewman Chinlo’s official cause of death is exsanguination caused by a Klingon blade to the throat.”</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;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Aggie finished up the last of the small details of the body before she put the body in storage 2.  “Funny how you have a died in a notable way.  And you go into a shelf in the wall.”</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;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">It was time to sit down and write the report.  Looking at the clock she noted that it had already been a couple of hours and her report was going to be longer.  </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;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(NPRG:  At this point, the time is  2043 before she starts the report.)</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;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(Reply any)</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:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(Posted by Kris B)</span></p></span><br class="gmail-Apple-interchange-newline"></div>