<div dir="ltr"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.9872;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;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:1.9872;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="background-color:transparent;font-family:Arial;white-space:pre-wrap">Day: 4</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.9872;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;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:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="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 Hillary -- Passenger Deck --  CEO - Lieutenant Jg Tegian Pex -- 1015)</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="background-color:transparent;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;white-space:pre-wrap">Commander Solice's reaction wasn't what Tegian expected.  “Oh, I think that is a bit excessive. Don’t you, Mr. Pex”</span><br></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">"No Ma'am.  I'm following Starfleet regulations.  But, you're my commanding officer, ma;am.  If you don't wish to press charges, that's your choice," replied Tegian.  Pex, meanwhile, was roiling inside, quite upset at Tegian.  ~I know, Pex, I'm sorry.  I didn't know I was giving her commands.~</p><p style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="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">Quinna reached out and nudged Tegian out of his contemplation.  "Mr Pex."  </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"><font color="#000000" face="Arial"><span style="white-space:pre-wrap">Tegian snapped out of his conversation with Pex and snapped to attention.  "Yes ma'am.  As you wish."</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="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">The Commander continued her orders.  “Chalk this up to a learning experience.  But for now, I need your help.  I need you to stay with Commander Dieter on the passenger deck and make sure he stays there.”  </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"><font color="#000000" face="Arial"><span style="white-space:pre-wrap">Tegian didn't want to argue, but he felt he needed to clarify.  "So, you wish me to abandon my attempts to get the transporters working, Ma'am?"</span></font></p><p style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font color="#000000" face="Arial"><span style="white-space:pre-wrap"><br></span></font></p><p style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><font color="#000000" face="Arial"><span style="white-space:pre-wrap">(Reply Solice)</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="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">And then the Commander added, “You can get to know how people work on the ship after we get back.  We just need to get everyone home.”</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">The last little bit made no sense to Tegian, except for getting everyone back to the Illuminar.</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"><span style="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">"Yes. Ma'am.  What's the status of our other pilot?  Pex was a shuttle pilot in a former host.  I can tap into those memories and skills, if need be," offered Tegian.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="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></div>