<div dir="ltr"><span id="gmail-docs-internal-guid-586d9d99-7fff-fe87-7d45-f55bfe5e898a"><p style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">NPRG:  Small time jump.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap"><br></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);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-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Day: 7</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);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><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.44;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(36,36,36);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(USS Illuminar -- Medical Lab -- Deck 5 -- CMO/3XO Commander Quinna Solice -- 0934)</span></p><br><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Quinna sat back in her chair.  It had been 72 hours since exposure and she was not showing any symptoms.  It was hard for her to be back on the Illuminar and not be with Michael. </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“Chief Medical Officer’s Log.  Stardate 2446.06.07.  It has been three days since the crew started feeling ill.    Although not everyone is ill and showing signs, I have put most of the ship on quarantine.  In return since I have put myself into self-imposed isolation to protect the baby.  The baby seems to be fine.  The disease has breached isolation protocols.  Starfleet Medical has already sent me a nasty message about it and I am going to face an inquiry.  Oh well.”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“So far this disease reacts differently with people.  Fevers, inebriation, paralysis, not to mention others.  I have been able to find the bugger in the bloodstream but I cannot seem to find a way to vanquish the little bugger.”  Quinna stood and crossed the medical lab she isolated herself in.  She grabbed a cup of decaf tea.  She drank it but really needed some coffee.  She needed to not sleep.  The crew was counting on her.   “I have to figure this out soon or based on what I know about the fate of the Tellarites, there will be no reason to worry about my pending inquest.”  Quinna moved back to the chair and sat.  “Computer, end log.”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);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:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);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>