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Mission: Exogenesis<br>
Day: 4<br>
Stardate: 2446.06.04<br>
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(USS Pasteur - Flight Deck - 2/O&COps CMDR Dieter Gregory - 0907)<br>
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Gregory nodded, "I have no doubt Doctor that you have it under control. Good call to get the two shuttles locked together. We can regroup and review all the data we've collected. By the way, how is Lieutenant Trei doing, Doctor?" Gregory asked
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<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"><span id="gmail-docs-internal-guid-0e4892bd-7fff-d55b-fd69-f07a06825a0b"><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></span></span></p>
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Gregory frowned, "I feel fine," he said, "I free climb so I know how my body responds in low oxygen environments. I'm ready to tackle K2," Gregory said. "I can't just go lay back down."
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id="gmail-docs-internal-guid-0e4892bd-7fff-d55b-fd69-f07a06825a0b"><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></span><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">
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"I have no recollection of that event," Gregory said straight faced. He turned the chair back around. The doctor was not having any of it.
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He walked to the back of the shuttled, nodded to P'Rah and laid down. His head started hurting again as did his hand. Maybe the doctor was right.
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