<div dir="ltr"><span id="gmail-docs-internal-guid-0e4892bd-7fff-d55b-fd69-f07a06825a0b"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Mission: Exogenesis</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;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:12pt;font-family:Arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Stardate: 2446.06.04</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(USS Pasteur -3XO/CMO Commander Quinna Solice - 0906)</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"Status report, Dr. Solice," he said, moving to take the third seat on the flight deck as he noticed the readouts on the science panel.  "This doesn't look good."</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.728;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Quinna turned at looked at Dieter, “And what are you doing?”  Quinna moved next to him and used her hand to move his head to look into Dieter’s eye, “I have everything under control.  We are going to meet the Hillary and lock together until the storm is over.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.728;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.728;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(Reply Gregory)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.728;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.728;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“Now if you are done, you need to go lay back down.”  Quinna insisted.  “Your eyes are still dilated as if you still show signs of Intoxication.  The effects of co2 are still in your system.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.728;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.728;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(Reply Gregory)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.728;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.728;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“Earlier you were kissing Lt. Corday and calling him Aggie.  I am not releasing you medically.  Besides that rash does not seem to be getting any better.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.728;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.728;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(Reply Gregory)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.728;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.728;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“These are Dr. Orders,” Quinna said looking Deiter straight into the eyes.</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(Reply Gregory, Snoopy)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.728;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);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>