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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" class="ContentPasted0">Mission: for Honor</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" class="ContentPasted0">(Qo’nos - Great Hall - CSec/Tac - Lt Commander T’Mur - 0813)</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" class="ContentPasted0">T’Mur primary responsibility at the start of the raucous was the protection of Sekal.
When the table tipped over she was at his back, weapon drawn, poised for combat. The Klingons had hustled to the protection of their Chancellor and as they attempted to escort him out the door exploded behind Dagon, who registered the force and shrapnel with
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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" class="ContentPasted0">There had been no other shots fired, which led her to the assumption that this had all
been a trap to lure someone, most likely the Chancellor, out the door. With that failure she presumed that there might be a more frontal assault. </span></p>
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T’Mur recognized it immediately as Tholian. There didn’t seem to be any further signs of attack so she moved over to the body. The floor was starting to pool with the yellow liquid that appeared to be Tholian blood. The creature was still alive. The injuries
could be life threatening if left untreated.</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" class="ContentPasted0">The next move was where Setan had been standing. She pulled out a tricorder and began
to scan the gory scene. There was green blood splattered out from the location of where Setan’s body had been. All that remained were pieces of tissue and bone scattered about in the pattern of the explosion. Reaching out she picked up a piece of green,
slimy body matter and scanned it with interest.</span></p>
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than can be provided now. She turned to find their science officer.</span></p>
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mess around them, “and analyze it? Maybe we can find a cause.”</span></p>
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