<div dir="ltr"><span id="gmail-docs-internal-guid-5e6617dd-7fff-8961-8aa1-40cf0b9f5f75"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Mission: Exogenesis</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Day: 4</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Stardate: 2446.06.04</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(USS Pasteur - Flight Deck - 3XO/CMO Commander Quinna Solice - 1158)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"If nothing else Ma'am, let me go get the Hillary set," Montero said. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“Go, Go.  Don’t let me hold you up.”  Quinna was enthusiastic.  She was ready to get back to the ship.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“I’ll be ready in five minutes,” Arthur said, as his fingers already began to move over the controls. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Quinna stood in the doorway of the tethered passenger deck.  “We are going to be heading back to the Illuminar.  Mr. Pex, I will need you on the Pasteur Flight deck.  Everyone needs to be Secured in the passenger decks.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(Reply Pex)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(NPRG:  Pick your Ship.)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Quinna turned when she heard Corday speak again.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“Let's get the shuttles decoupled and start going back to our way.  I will get communications back in order to get sickbay alerted.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Arthur looked over at her and said, “Comms are already back, Commander. We’re being hailed by the Illuminar.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt">Quinna Smiled.  "Thanks, I got this."  Quinna turned her attention to the Comm.</p><p style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">The drawl of Andy Taylor’s voice came on. =^=Illuminar to the away team. Report.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“Illuminar the is Commander Solice.  We are beginning our sequences to return to the Illuminar.  I need a level 3 isolation ward set up in Holodeck.  Have Dr. Kyllee get that set up.  Several members have gotten sick including Commander Gregory.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(Reply Taylor)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Pex had come to the flight deck.  Quinna addresses him after she finished talking to the Illuminar.  She kept a hushed tone.  “Mr. Pex, I believe I read somewhere that one of your previous hosts.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(reply Pex)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“I would like you to have a seat on the flight deck with us.”  Quinna was hoping that she did not go into an explanation.  She also made note that she wanted flight training and was making she would ask the captain.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(reply Pex)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(Reply any)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(Posted by Kris B)</span></p></span><br class="gmail-Apple-interchange-newline"></div>