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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">Mission: Exogenesis</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">Day: 4</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">Stardate: 2446.06.04</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">(USS Illuminar - Deck 11 - Main Engineering
- CSRD - Lt. Bohb -1131)</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">The wait to hear from the surface of Zertos
3 had been interminable. He had checked over everyones work four time and they were ready to link the transporters from their end. Tension through the ship grew when the captain led an away team to the Tellarite ship. It had been a sore area of contention
for him to allow Ssvresh to go on that trip, but he was certain that T. Commander T’Mur had a reason for requesting him.</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">=^=
</span><span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:Roboto,sans-serif;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">Bohb, this is Verin. The Captain has declared a biohazard quarantine and I need the shuttle they are going to be docking
to be sterilized asap. I'm sending the android to assist you.</span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0"> =^=</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">The sound of the commander’s voice shook him from his worries and
gave him a whole new set of them. He tapped his comm badge.</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">“Biohazard quarantine?” he replied in a rhetorical question. “Roger
that Commander. I am on my way.”</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">Bohb looked around the room and his eyes found Angus McGuyver. “Angus,
you’re in charge up here. Don’t let the ship blow up.”</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">“Yeh can count on me,” McGuyver replied in his thick Scottish brogue.
“You heard him, boys and girls. Let’s look busy and keep her together.”</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">He gave a wicked grin to the Magillan as Bohb left Main Engineering.</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">(USS Iluminar - Deck 10 - Shuttlebay - CSRD - Lt Bohb - 1138)</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">Bohb had managed to pull himself into the biohazard suit with only
a little difficulty. The replicator always had trouble creating items to fit his unique physique. Knowing that he had spent precious time he found himself running down the corridor to the shuttlebay. He slowed to walk when he saw William. </span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">He smiled at the android. Despite what he had been told the android
did he found himself appreciating, even liking him. He was unique and perhaps Bohb felt a form of empathy and connection to that situation. After all, he had not heard of another Magillan leaving their home world. Of course, he had been out of touch for a
few years. </span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">William had armed himself with a tricorder and a wide dispersal particle
beam emitter that he was carrying with one arm. Bohb had to be impressed a bit. Bohb was stronger than most humans but he was not that strong. </span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">"Lieutenant Bohb,” William greeted him, “the shuttle has not yet arrived.
In the interest of time and due to the Commanders order I thought it expedient to have the equipment available and on site when it landed."</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">A voice came over the hanger intercom. =^=Leif Erikson approaching,
ETA two minutes.=^=</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">Bohb nodded, “Very expedient…Ensign William. Is that thing ready?”
He pointed to the emitter. </span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">"The unit is fully charged."</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">They stepped through the security field and Bohb could feel the hair
down his back tingle. There had been a staging area cleared for the shuttle and they headed towards it. </span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">"The Commander seemed to be quite worried about those aboard though
we don't know yet if they are showing signs of a contagion."</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">“I have not been updated,” Bohb replied. “I find it best to expect
the worst and hope for the best. That way I’m never truly surprised.”</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">As they approached the area Bohb saw a few straggling crewmen. The
term he rather liked was lookie loos. </span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">“This area is to be cleared of
</span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">all</span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0"> personnel,”
he ordered. “That means everyone out. Now.”</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">There was a small amount of shuffling as the bay cleared out. Bohb
didn’t want any possibility of the contagion getting passed along. He looked at William and nodded. </span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">“We’ll, Mr. William, I suppose we wait.” He tapped his comm badge.
“Bohb to Verin we are in place and ready.”</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">(reply Verin)</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#242424;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none" class="ContentPasted0">(posted by Al Muir)</span></p>
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