<div dir="ltr"><span id="gmail-docs-internal-guid-9e14fde6-7fff-4181-115f-3892d1443519"><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);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-size:11pt;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: 5</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);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Stardate: 2446.06.05</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;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-size:11pt;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 Iluminar - Holodeck 1- Isolation Ward - CMO/3XO Commander Quinna Solice -- 1516)</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">Quinna spent all night with blood samples and research.  Everyone in the holodeck seemed to be getting some rest.  Everyone but her.  Rest was a luxury at this point and Quinna did not get any.  She had ordered Aggie to bed and after 8 hours she would return.  Medics Klinger and Rizzo would often try to get Quinna to eat, but she refused to state that she will eat in a few minutes.  Those minutes never came and any food was laid to waste.  The baby was no help.  The baby would flip-flop around in her belly.  Walking around the sickbay, she would bite her lower lip.  She felt like people were looking at her.  She felt like they were waiting for her to give answers.  They were waiting for her to give a cure.  They were looking for her to set them free.  She felt like they saw her as their warden and not a captive like them.  </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">Quinna made her way to the far corner where she sat on the floor.  It seemed comfortable with the pillows.  She was able to lay out her research materials and test results.  She was able to start paranodal thoughts in peace.</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 none)</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>