Mission: An End and a Beginning
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.03.16
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(USS Illumimar – Deck 3 Hammonds Family Quarters – Moral Officer Leeza Pel, SO PO1 P’Rah
– 0403)
(USS Illumimar – Deck 3 - Captain's Quarters – CO, Captain Sekal – 0413)
(USS Illuminar - deck 1 - Bridge - Morale Officer Leeza Pel and SO CPO P’Rah - 0420)
(USS Illuminar - deck 1 - Bridge - CO, Captain Sekal - 0422)
(USS Illuminar - Deck 1 - Bridge - CO, Captain Sekal- 1800)
(Vulcan Transport Complex Alpha – Transporter Room 17 – ACONN Ensign Alex Dyson -1810)
(USS Illuminar – Deck 1- Ready Room - CO, Captain Sekal - 1818)
(USS Illuminar – Deck 1- Ready Room – ACONN, Ensign Alex Dyson - 1819)
(USS Illuminar- Deck 14- CSec Office- CSec - Lt. Commander T'Mur - 1830)
(USS Illuminar- Deck 1- Bridge- CSec - Lt. Commander T'Mur - 1845)
(USS Illuminar- Deck 1- Ready Room - CO - Captain Sekal - 1848)
(USS Illuminar- Deck 1- Ready Room - CSec - Lt. Commander T'Mur - 1850)
(USS Illuminar- CMO Office - Deck 5 - CMO/3XO Commander Quinna Solice - 1851)
(Vulcan - Capitol City - Personal Residence - Dr. Felicity Tate - 1910)
(USS Illuminar – Deck 5 - Sickbay -- CMO/3XO Commander Quinna Solice 2035)
(USS Illuminar – Deck 5, Sickbay – ACONN, Ensign Alexander Dyson – 2036)
(USS Illuminar – Sickbay -- Deck 5 – CMO/3XO Commander Quinna Solice -- 2038)
(USS Illuminar – Sickbay, Deck 5 – ACONN, Ensign Alexander Dyson -- 2039)
(USS Illuminar – Sickbay -- Deck 5 – CMO/3XO Commander Quinna Solice -- 2041)
(USS Illuminar -- Personal Quarters -- Deck 2- CMO/3XO Commander Quinna Solice - 2230)
(USS Illuminar- Deck 2 - Personal Quarters- SFI - Lt. Michael Weston - 2330)


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(USS Illumimar – Deck 3 Hammonds Family Quarters – Moral Officer Leeza Pel, SO PO1 P’Rah
– 0403)

Leeza sat on the edge of her bed. She dressed in an outfit that Dieter Gregory had replicated
for her. It mimicked a Starfleet Uniform but was detailed in Pink instead of the traditional colors.
Grabbing her blanket, Leeza walked out of her room and to the exit. She stretched on her toes
but she was able to reach the button to open the door. It was obvious that the door sensors
were not set to her height.

The door slid open and Leeza walked out. She turned to see a familiar face. “Kitty!” Leeza
jumped into his furry arms. “Time for work.”

P’Rah caught the girl and swung her around. “Hello Miss Leeza,” he said with a toothy smile.
“Still on Rhyne time, I see,” he added as he put her down. “So, where are we off to this
morning?”

“Silly Kitty.” Leeza smiled, “Bridge of course.” Leeza pointed up knowing that the bridge was
above them.
P’Rah fell in step with the little girl. He wasn’t sure how Captain Sekal would like a 3-year-old
on his bridge, but he did ask her to continue on in the role Commander Gregory and Mr. Weston
had her fill on the Rhyne.

They got to the turbo lift and took it up to the bridge.

(USS Illumimar – Deck 1 Bridge – Moral Officer Leeza Pel, SO PO1 P’Rah, Ensign Victoria
Morganthall – 0410)

“OHHHHHHH” Leeza gawked. “Pretty.” Leeza placed a hand on P’Rah’s cheek. “It’s so
AMAZING!” Her little hands balled up she shook her tushie in excitement. She ran off from
P’Rah and crawled into the first officer seat.

As they stepped onto the bridge, the security guard on duty station began to stand. P’Rah
waved him off with a smile. “Yes, it is Miss Leeza.”

“I am going to so love it here,” Leeza said. Leeza looked for her special storage. “Kitty,” she
took a deep breath trying not to cry. “Kitty.” She said louder and then finally yelled “KITTY.”
Leeza found herself without her secret storage and without her PADD.

P’Rah came to kneel next to her chair, flashing a smile at the Lieutenant on watch. “Miss
Leeza, what’s wrong?” he asked before realizing she was looking for her storage compartment.
“Oh, Miss Leeza, it seems the engineers forgot to install that. Must be an oversight,” he said. “I
bet we can talk to the Chief Engineer at breakfast and he might be able to help us with that. I
hear he is a pretty smart fellow and a Magellan too. I bet he’ll like you.”

The Lieutenant started to stand up. “What… What is going on?” he asked. “No children on the
bridge,” he said forcefully.

P’Rah stood up, “Is that any way to address the Morale officer, Sir?” He asked softly. “Were you
not at the ceremony where the Captain asked Miss Leeza to remain on his the Illuminar Morale
Officer.”

He shook his head, “I thought that was ceremonial,” he began when P’Rah shook his head. “No
Sir. Miss Leeza is a very special girl and kept the Rhyne crew on their toes while we fought to
get back to this universe.”

“Where is my PADD?” Leeza asked after she calmed down. She needed the PADD to check
the status of the ship. “Kitty, how can I do my job without my PADD?” Leeza started to look a bit
lost without her tools. Her Daddy’s PADD would not do the same job on this ship.

“Did you leave it in your room Miss Leeza?” he asked softly. “It is a bit early and you haven’t
had your hot chocolate yet.”

“No, Kitty, Daddy’s PADD does not work with the Lumina. I promise it does not. I need new
PADD.” Leeza turned to the Lieutenant, “I NEED MY PADD NOW,” Leeza demanded. She
then batted her eyes and said, “Pretty Please.”

The Lieutenant looked at P’Rah and back at the little girl. Shrugging his shoulders, he turned to
look over his shoulder. “Ops, a PADD for our Morale Officer,” he said in an amused tone.
The woman sitting in Operations raised her eyebrow. “Sir?” she said.

“Yes, Ensign, a PADD please.”

Victoria stood up and walked over to the command chair. P’Rah stepped back to let her in.
“Here you go, Miss Morale Officer,” she said handing Leeza a PADD.

Meanwhile, the OOD stood up and walked over to the Engineering console, looking over the
reading as he tapped his COM badge, “Captain Sekal, sorry to wake you, but your Morale
officer is on the bridge.”

(Reply Sekal)

Leeza was looking at her PADD. “Thanks for telling on me.” Leeza was not happy. Suddenly,
Pel showed his head, “You know, Lieutenant, that console would work better if it was activated,
but I am showing that if it was activated, a power surge would flow right into you.” And then Pel
released. He knew he had to establish a presence for Leeza and earn her right to be there.

The OOD chuckled, not believing a 3-year-old child could know anything about the complexities
of a starship. He put his hand on the console and there was a loud ‘CRACK’ and the man was
thrown backward, landing near the command chair. P’Rah moved quickly to the man’s side.

Leeza jumped off her chair and ran to the OOD. “sorry you got hurt. You ok?” Leeza then
started crying uncontrollably.

“Medical emergency to the Bridge.” Ensign Victoria Morganthall called out.

(Reply Sekal, Kyllee, Any)
(Posted by Kris B)
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(USS Illumimar – Deck 3 - Captain's Quarters – CO, Captain Sekal – 0413)

Sekal's eyes opened at the tone and he blinked twice to clear them before answering the comm.
"Captain here."

=^= Captain Sekal, sorry to wake you, but your Morale officer is on the bridge. =^=

"Understood." He signed off then spoke. "Luma what is the time?"

"It is the zero, four, fifteens. Much too early for our Sekal to making the wakes."

His eyes narrowed as he slipped out of the bed, why was the child up this early? He rose and
dressed quickly.

(USS Illumimar – Deck 1 - Bridge – CO, Captain Sekal – 0418)

The lift opened before him and he stepped out then looked about. He couldn't see the toddler
but zeroed in on the knot of people clustered around her and walked toward them.
The voice he heard coming from the XO's chair was hers but not hers.

“You know, Lieutenant, that console would work better if it was activated, but I am showing that
if it was activated, a power surge would flow right into you.”

The Lieutenant chuckled as he neared the chair then there was a loud pop along with the smell
of ozone as the breath left his lungs and he was thrown to the deck.

Sekal had already hit his combadge. "Medical emergency to the bridge." As the child pelted past
him and began apologizing to the unconscious form

“Sorry you got hurt. You ok?”

He scooped up the crying child and motioned with his head for P'rah to approach. Sekal know
that of everyone on the bridge the Caitian was the one she was more familiar with.

He handed him the child then knelt beside the officer and checked his neck for a pulse, it was
erratic so he turned him over on his back and lowered his head to check his breathing, shallow
but there.

He sat back on his knees and tapped his comm again. "Transporter room, medical emergency,
transport Lieutenant Donovan directly to sickbay."

"Yes sir. Working on it."

Medical personnel weren't as fast as an intra-ship transport and it was important to have all
necessary equipment available if the human went into cardiac arrest.

Seconds later as he moved away the hum of the transporter carrier wave rose and the officer
was soon whisked away.

Sekal then turned to P'rah. "Mr. P'rah exactly what has happened here since Ms. Pel came onto
the bridge?" His eyes flicked down to the crying child then back to the Caitian's face.

(Reply: P'rah, Leeza, any)
(Posted by Charles G)
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(USS Illuminar - deck 1 - Bridge - Morale Officer Leeza Pel and SO CPO P’Rah - 0420)

P'Rah moved to the Captain and gently relieved him of Leeza.

Holding his charge tight, he looked at the Captain. “Sir, Miss Leeza came to the bridge at her
normal Rhyne time, the start of our first watch, to catch up on the issues that she would address
with her unique skills as Morale officer. She discovered that her compartment was not present,
so asked for a PADD. The Operations officer provided her one will the Officer on Duty went to
the Engineering station to page you, Sir.”

He paused, “Miss Leeza warned the OOD that if he turned on the Engineering station, he would
get a shock. Ignoring her warning, he activated the console and received a shock, and you
entered the bridge, Sir.”
He continued to purr softly to Leeza as he looked around the bridge.

Leeza looked at Captain Sekal and pointed at him with her index finger... “Captain Eakle, I
warned him. Not my fault he did not heed the warning."

Leeza buried her head in P’Rah’s shoulder. “This is not my fault.” She cried. “I want to go
home, Kitty.”

Ensign Morganthall spoke up, “Sir, the girl did warn the Lieutenant, I don’t know how she knew,
but she did. After the accident, I ran a level 4 diagnostic on the consol, Sir. I ran it a second
time and note there is a damaged isolinear chip on the power distribution couple. Whether that
was the cause or an effect of the overload, I cannot say. Engineering will have to take a look at
it sure. Shall I page the Engineer on duty?”

(Reply Sekal)

P’Rah listened with one ear while turning Leeza away from the officers. “How about we get
some breakfast, Miss Leeza. Waffles with strawberries and whipped cream?” he said, “and then
we can get back to work. Maybe we should take a tour of the ship so you know the layout and
where you can provide a morale boost.”

“You stay with me, Kitty?” Leeza said. “I need my blanket and PADD,” Leeza said as she
pointed to the XO seat. “Captain Eakel needs to use my blanket? I can share.” Leeza said as
a peace offering.

(Reply Sekal)

“Till you send me away, Miss Leeza and Commander Gregory tells me otherwise. You’re stuck
with me,” P’Rah said with a toothy smile.

(Reply Sekal)
(Posted by Kris B)
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(USS Illuminar - deck 1 - Bridge - CO, Captain Sekal - 0422)

“Sir, Miss Leeza came to the bridge at her normal Rhyne time, the start of our first watch, to
catch up on the issues that she would address with her unique skills as Morale officer. She
discovered that her compartment was not present, so asked for a PADD. The Operations officer
provided her one while the Officer on Duty went to the Engineering station to page you, Sir.”

There was a pause

 “Miss Leeza warned the OOD that if he turned on the Engineering station, he would get a
shock. Ignoring her warning, he activated the console and received a shock, and you entered
the bridge, Sir.”

He noted the pointed finger from the toddler.
 “Captain Eakle, I warned him. Not my fault he did not heed the warning." The rest of what she
said was muffled by P'rah's clothing.

"This is not my fault. I want to go home, kitty."

Then another officer joined in.

“Sir, the girl did warn the Lieutenant, I don’t know how she knew, but she did. After the accident,
I ran a level 4 diagnostic on the consol, Sir. I ran it a second time and note there is a damaged
isolinear chip on the power distribution couple. Whether that was the cause or an effect of the
overload, I cannot say. Engineering will have to take a look at it sure. Shall I page the Engineer
on duty?”

"Affirmative. The console will remain offline until Engineering completes the repairs." His
attention turned back to P'rah and Leeza. "It must be noted that no blame was being assigned, I
was merely gathering facts for an investigation into the incident. This is the proper way to
manage a ship and personnel."

The Caitian whispered to the little girl who spoke again.

“You stay with me, Kitty? I need my blanket and PADD,”

She raised her head and pointed toward the seat she had vacated in her haste.

“Captain Eakel needs to use my blanket? I can share.”

His head cocked slightly as he replied. "No ... thank you. Your blanket should remain with its
owner lest it feel ... unwanted."

“Till you send me away, Miss Leeza and Commander Gregory tells me otherwise. You’re stuck
with me,” P'rah addressed the little girl.

"Thank you for your time." Sekal turned away. It was early but he was now down an officer of
the watch so elected to remain on the bridge. He moved to the command chair and took the
seat.

(Reply: Any)
(Posted by Charles G)
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(USS Illuminar - Deck 1 - Bridge - CO, Captain Sekal- 1800)

"Ten minutes to orbit Captain."

"Thank you Lieutenant." His eyes noted his home planet growing slowly on the main
viewscreen. Illuminar had left warp outside the system of 40 Eridani A and continued in using
the impulse drive. Due to the gravimetric influence of the other stars in this trinary system it was
only logical as eddy currents of those as well as its other bodies could make warp travel within it
hazardous.

"Transmission Captain."

"On screen."

The transition was for all intents and purposes instantaneous.

=^= Welcome Illuminar once again.=^= The speaker, a Vulcan as could be expected raised his
right hand in greeting. =^=Live long and prosper Captain Sekal.=^=

The CO had risen to his feet and returned the greeting. "And to you as well Commander Siten.
Request permission to enter orbit."

The nod was his only necessary reply. =^=Of course. Arrangements have already been made
for the transfer. Your father and mother have not yet returned from the embassy to Trill but their
wishes have already been verified. Have you any other business to attend?=^=

"Only one at this time, I understand the ship will be taking aboard an officer. I will be available to
transport to the coordinates you provide in eleven point seven hours."

=^=Noted. The coordinates will be transmitted momentarily.=^= Siten consulted another screen
then returned his attention to Sekal. =^=Ensign Alexander Dyson should be available shortly. I
will notify him of your arrival.=^=

Sekal gave a slight bow of his head. "I await the coordinates. Illuminar out."

Siten gave a gesture that mirrored his own before fading from the screen to be replaced by
Vulcan in its reds, orange and yellow bands, some of them evidence of blown sand and grit
blown before wide jet streams in the upper atmosphere.

"Ms. Grey Wolf assume standard orbit."

"Aye sir, coming within orbital range and adjusting course."

The view of the planet changed as its curve became more pronounced and settled within the
lower half of the screen.

"I will be in my office awaiting the transmission."

Tempest nodded. "Yes sir." Then sent a transmission of her own to planetary control of their
arrival and orbital path as he stepped off the bridge.

(Reply: Any)
(Posted by Charles G)
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(Vulcan Transport Complex Alpha – Transporter Room 17 – ACONN Ensign Alex Dyson -1810)
Alex had just finished dinner when he had received a message telling him that the USS Illuminar
was approaching orbit. He had quickly cleaned up and then headed for the upper floors of
Transporter Complex Alpha. As the name suggested, it was a building full of transporter rooms.
The basement, however, was full of spartan cabins meant for people who needed to somewhere
to stay for a couple of days. ~After all, not all journeys connect perfectly.~

“The target vessel has reached standard orbit,” The transporter chief said. “Energizing.”

The transporter did its thing and the transporter room faded…

(USS Illuminar – Deck 4. Transporter Room One - ACONN Ensign Alex Dyson - 1812)

…to be replaced by another one. ~Time to report in.~ He slung his duffel bag – which contained
everything he owned – over his shoulder and headed for the nearest turbolift.

“Computer, where is the Captain ?”

[Captain Sekal is in his ready room on Deck 1]

He reached the turbolift and ordered it to deck one. Since he was on deck four, it was a short
ride. As he entered the bridge, he recovered a PADD with his orders from his duffel bag. As he
zipped the bag shut again, he noticed the lieutenant behind the CONN and winked at her. Then
he reached the ready room and rang the bell.

(Reply Sekal, Grey Wolf, any)
(Posted by Ruben)
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(USS Illuminar – Deck 1- Ready Room - CO, Captain Sekal - 1818)

The office though spacious and well accented with rich pieces such as the varnished hardwood
sideboard and plush couch was relatively spartan due to the Vulcan proclivity for efficiency and
order. Above the sideboard was the ship's plaque which was Starfleet tradition for the first ship
in its class while upon it sat two objects, a pistol grip phaser with red stripe set upon a display
stand and a cerulean blue crystal, fist sized that was slowly turning above an anti-grav display
disc.

The coordinates had been received and logged, his attention was drawn to the chime from the
door. "Come."

The being that walked through the portal carried himself with a strut and swagger Sekal was
familiar with. He had seen it with Trip Williams, Rebecca Flagg, and more recently on the ship.
The confident, sauntering pace of a ship's pilot. FSXO Tempest Greywolf's stride was more
reserved, no doubt due to her pureblood Native American ancestry though she could easily fly
with anyone on Mars when the Illuminar had been launched.

The CO gestured to the two chairs set before his desk. "Have a seat Mister Dyson." Then took
the padd he passed over and began to review it. "I trust your time waiting on Vulcan for our
arrival was short."

(Reply: Dyson)
Sekal's eyes skimmed the pertinent details, there would be time for a full review of it later then
looked at the man. "I see you have extensive experience, Lieutenant Grey Wolf and Victor
Montero will help you become acquainted with the intricacies of this particular class of ship and
its maneuvers."

(Reply: Dyson)

"Yes that is correct, Flight Squadron Executive Officer. Lieutenant Grey Wolf has extensive
experience with fighters which is one the reasons we brought three of them aboard. It is logical
to assume they will be needed at some point and I am considering scenarios of which they
might be useful."

(Reply: Dyson)

The Vulcan leaned back in the chair. "Cabin on Deck 3, number 5 A has been assigned to you.
You are dismissed to make yourself comfortable there until you report to Ms. Grey Wolf at 0800.
Deck 4, the lounge serves good food, it is only logical that you are most likely tired and hungry."

(Reply: Dyson)
(Posted by Charles G)
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(USS Illuminar – Deck 1- Ready Room – ACONN, Ensign Alex Dyson - 1819)

As soon as the Captain told him to come in, Alex did just that. ~Here we go.~ The ready room
was spartan, which made total sense to Alex. Especially after his stay at the Vulcan Transporter
Complex. ~After all, wasting resources is illogical.~ And Vulcans had no emotional need to
decorate their offices. The Captain gestured for him to sit down.

"Have a seat Mister Dyson," Alex sat down and handed the Captain his PADD. "I trust your time
waiting on Vulcan for our arrival was short."

“Yes, sir.” ~Keep your answers short, Alex.~

"I see you have extensive experience, Lieutenant Grey Wolf and Victor Montero will help you
become acquainted with the intricacies of this particular class of ship and its manoeuvres."

“Lieutenant..” It clicked in his head. “…Grey Wolf is currently manning the Flight Control
console, sir ?” ~So she will outrank me. No flirting, Alex.~ The professional part of his brain was
putting together the pieces of puzzle and making notes.

"Yes that is correct, Flight Squadron Executive Officer. Lieutenant Grey Wolf has extensive
experience with fighters which is one the reasons we brought three of them aboard. It is logical
to assume they will be needed at some point and I am considering scenarios of which they
might be useful."

“Yes, sir. It is indeed, sir. ” Alex said with a nod. ~Rule two, no arguing with the boss.~ At least
not on the first day. ~Once you know EXACTLY how the ship works...~ But that day was still far
away. “Is there anything else, sir ?”
"Cabin on Deck 3, number 5 A has been assigned to you. You are dismissed to make yourself
comfortable there until you report to Ms. Grey Wolf at 0800. Deck 4, the lounge serves good
food, it is only logical that you are most likely tired and hungry."

“Yes, sir.” He decided not to tell Sekal that he had already eaten dinner. ~Besides, I want to
unpack my duffel and do some exploring of this beauty.~ He stood up. “See you tomorrow, sir.”

(Reply Sekal iyw)

Alex saluted the Captain and walked back onto the bridge. He took a moment to study the
layout of the bridge. ~Nice.~ He made his way to the turbolift and stepped inside.

“Deck 3, Cabin 5A.”

[Acknowledged]

The cart raced down to deck three and Alex found his way to his cabin. ~Standard Starfleet
issue cabin, full of standard issue Starfleet stuff.~ It wasn’t very big, but he didn’t have to share.
So he had nothing to complain about. ~Time to get busy.~ He threw his duffel bag on the bed
and began unpacking.

(USS Illuminar – Deck 3, Dyson’s Cabin – ACONN, Alex Dyson – 2030)

After unpacking, Alex had showered and taken a nap. The beds at the Vulcan facility had not
been very comfortable. He had also swapped his uniform for civilian clothes. ~Time to get
familiar with my new digs.~ He made his way out of his cabin and decided to see if he could get
something off the ‘new assignment’ checklist. He stepped into the turbolift and ordered it to
Sickbay. ~I hate check-ups.~ But they were part of the mandatory stuff you needed to do on a
new ship. So he might as well get it over it.

The turbolift arrived on the deck and he made his way to Sickbay. ~I really need to do some
homework after this.~ But that was a later plan. For now, he had other things to do. He entered
Sickbay.

“Hello ! Anybody home ?”

(Reply Medical)

“Fresh pilot here, to be poked and prodded for his medical exam as required by regulations.”

(Reply Medical)
(Posted by Ruben)
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(USS Illuminar- Deck 14- CSec Office- CSec - Lt. Commander T'Mur - 1830)

T'Mur sat in front of the monitor for five minutes... procrastinating. She was uncertain why she
was being reluctant about making this call. It was not logical to be concerned. First of all he had
cut her out of his life until recently. Having a relationship with him was different. And she really
was not concerned over his reaction to any of the news she had to give him.
However, there is a bond between a father and daughter that is evidentiary. For some reason,
she cared about what he had to say. She wanted him to be pleased by the news.

Finally, at fine minutes thirty-seconds she decided to act and hit the comm button. Her father’s
image came in the screen. She nodded.

“Father, it is agreeable to see you,” she said formally.

Jopek returned the nod, =^=Daughter. It is pleasant to speak with you again. It has been some
time since we last spoke. =^=

“Indeed,” she replied. “The passage of time is felt relative to the level and intensity of the
activities engaged in., and I have been… busy.”

=^= I see. What do I owe this call to?=^=

“The Illuminar will be in orbit around Vulcan for a day as Captain Sekal takes care of some ships
business. It was my desire that we could meet. I have I news that I would like to tell you
personally.”

Jopek looked thoughtful for a moment, =^=I am extremely busy at this time. =^=

“If you do not have the time then perhaps I will not come down,” she said impassively.

=^=I did not mean to imply I would not make the time. I will free my schedule so that we might
eat lunch together. Would that be acceptable?=^=

T’Mur nodded, “That is agreeable. I will be at the market at mid day.”

=^=Then I will see you at that time daughter. And daughter, I thank you for your call.=^=

T’Mur raised her hand in a Vulcan salute. “I will see you tomorrow.”

She turned off the link and sat back in her chair with a deep breath. Now she had to get leave
from Sekal. She tapped her comm badge.

“T’Mur to Captain Sekal, May I have a moment of your time?”

(reply Sekal)
(Posted by Al Muir)
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(USS Illuminar- Deck 1- Bridge- CSec - Lt. Commander T'Mur - 1845)

T'Mur stepped off the turbolift and made a quick stop to check in on Andy Taylor at the tactical
station. After reading the reports of his work on the Rhyne she decided he needed to have some
experience on the bridge of the Illuminar.

"Report Mr. Taylor," she said.
Taylor smiled at the Chief of Security, "Ma'am , I've been monitoring the traffic coming in and
leaving Vulcan and I can't see anything out of the ordinary. All rather boring, really."

T'Mur nodded, "I imagine boring would be welcome for you just now."

"It's funny what you get used to I guess," he replied.

"Indeed," T'Mur had to agree with the logic of that statement. She looked around the rest of the
bridge before going over to the Ready room and pressed the door chime'

(reply Sekal)

(USS Illuminar- Deck 1- Ready Room - CSec - Lt. Commander T'Mur - 1847)

T’Mur stepped into the Captain’s Ready Room and nodded to Sekal.

“Captain Sekal,” she said.

(reply Sekal)

“Captain, I understand it is your intention to visit the medical facility. I request permission to join
you.”

((reply Sekal)

“My request serves a dual purpose,” she informed the CO. “First, the doctor had requested a
follow up on their treatment of my past condition. After that, however, I request time to see my
father. I wish to deliver my news of the impending wedding and my promotion.”

(reply Sekal)
(posted by Al Muir)
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(USS Illuminar- Deck 1- Ready Room - CO - Captain Sekal - 1848)

The day was winding to a close, he had the coordinates he needed and the new officer had
been assigned and left. The Captain had stood to his feet to leave when the door chime
sounded. Sekal stopped mid motion behind the desk.

"Come."

His Chief of Security stepped inside and nodded to him.

“Captain Sekal."

"Yes Lieutenant Commander, how may I help you?"

“Captain, I understand it is your intention to visit the medical facility. I request permission to join
you.”

He sat back down in the chair and motioned her to do the same.
"What gave you the impression I was visiting the medical facility?" He asked, his curiosity
piqued.

(Reply: T'Mur)

His head tilted slightly. "And might I ask why you requested to accompany me?"

“My request serves a dual purpose. First, the doctor had requested a follow up on their
treatment of my past condition. After that, however, I request time to see my father. I wish to
deliver my news of the impending wedding and my promotion.”

He steepled his fingers upon the desktop as he considered it. "The medical facility was not my
intended destination however due to circumstances I can postpone my business on Vulcan in
order to facilitate your request. There should be ample time for personal business. Meet me in
transporter room 2 at 0800."

He initiated an internal communication. "Medical this is the Captain. Lieutenant Commander
T'Mur and I will be visiting the medical facility at 0800 for a follow-up to her treatment. Please
inform Dr. Felicity Tate of our impending arrival."

(Reply: Medical)

"You are recommending a check-up for Lieutenant T'shalaith as well? I will notify her to join us
then. Is there anything else I should be aware of?"

(Reply: Medical, T'Mur)

He nodded and tapped his combadge. "Lieutenant T'shalaith meet me in transporter room 2 at
0800 for a check-up at the medical facility planetside."

(Reply: T'shalaith, T'Mur, medical iyw)
(Posted by Charles G)
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(USS Illuminar- Deck 1- Ready Room - CSec - Lt. Commander T'Mur - 1850)

T’Mur sat down in the offered chair curious about the look she received from the CO

"What gave you the impression I was visiting the medical facility?" He asked.

“My apologies if I surmised your intentions incorrectly,” T’Mur replied. “I assumed the diversion
to Vulcan was to obtain treatment for Commander Gregory’s condition. If I am not correct I will
amend my request.”

"And might I ask why you requested to accompany me?" Sekal asked.

She explained about her follow up to her own procedure and her desire to meet with her father.
The captain steepled his fingers in thought.
"The medical facility was not my intended destination however due to circumstances I can
postpone my business on Vulcan in order to facilitate your request. There should be ample time
for personal business. Meet me in transporter room 2 at 0800."

T’Mur nodded, “I will be ready.”

She stood up and exited the room.

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(USS Illuminar- CMO Office - Deck 5 - CMO/3XO Commander Quinna Solice - 1851)

Anf of course Quinna was at it again. Working later than planned. She promised herself that
she would take it easier. "Medical this is the Captain. Lieutenant Commander T'Mur and I will
be visiting the medical facility at 0800 for a follow-up to her treatment. Please inform Dr. Felicity
Tate of our impending arrival."

“I will send the message. It would not be a bad idea for her to see Lt. T’Shalaith.”

"You are recommending a check-up for Lieutenant T'shalaith as well? I will notify her to join us
then. Is there anything else I should be aware of?"

“I don’t have anything else, but I will meet you in the transporter room in the morning. I will bring
my notes with me.” And like that, Quinna invited herself to the party.

(Reply: Sekal, T'Mur)

Quinna turned to her console, “Computer, send message to Dr. Felicity Tate.” Quinna took a
drink of her water as the communication opened. “Dr. Tate, We will be arriving at 0800 at the
Medical center on Vulcan. I would like for you to see another patient. I appreciate your time.
And I am sorry that this message is last moment. I do hope you will be available.”

Quinna ended the message and hit send.

(Reply: Sekal, T'Mur)
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(Vulcan - Capitol City - Personal Residence - Dr. Felicity Tate - 1910)

 Felicity's home near the outskirts of the city was modest by any account, while not a member of
the resident species she wasn't much of an interior decorator. There were vases set out for
seasonal flowers which could be hard to come by considering the arid surface of the planet,
most of them were forlornly empty. The few that contained foliage threw a pleasing splash of
color into her sandstone colored world. The living and dining room furniture were mostly
utilitarian except for a plush easy chair of royal blue that she was currently reclining in while
reading a thick book authored by 21st century novelist Christine Feehan. She found the escapist
fantasy to be enthralling.
She had been thinking off and on about the young woman who had come through the Nivar
Institute medical facility with Panar Syndrome for some reason of late though she couldn't say
why. The horror of what she had lived through had been buried by the authorities as Felicity had
found out while attempting to dig up more history on the incident. That such an enlightened
culture would shush even a taboo subject such as this by sweeping it under the rug was both
disgusting and horrifying. Had the perpetrator or his cohorts ever received justice? It was
unlikely and if not that individual was still out there and likely preying on other young women.
Maybe he had eventually been caught, perhaps realizing his perfidy he had kept himself from
further criminal activity. There was no way to know but for all intents and purposes as far as she
was aware T'Murs attacker had gone unpunished. Criminal activity on Vulcan was rare, or so
the official line stated but how much of that had been buried or was being buried even now?

She nibbled on a bite of Danish, one of her few vices and followed it with a swallow of iced tea
then went back to her book until a tone from her personal pad sounded indicating she had
received a message. Rapt in the narrative she ignored the incessant beeps for a moment before
giving in and setting the book on the end table and picking up the device.

"Yes P'ren, what us it?"

=^=Doctor Tate, my pardon for disturbing you =^= The Vulcan female dipped her head contritely.

Felicity waved it off. "I assume it's important since you are comming me at home, spill it "

=^=We have received a message for you from a Doctor Solice on a ship that just entered
orbit.=^=

That name was familiar... "The Illuminar?"

=^=Yes Doctor.=^=

"I remember her, she brought a patient to me with Panar Syndrome." Had the intern just
shuddered or was it a trick of the lighting behind her? "Is she bringing her back in for a
check-up?"

=^=That is unclear Doctor, the specific message says 'we' will be arriving at 0800 and she is
bringing another patient but that is all.=^=

Felicity sighed. "All right, I'll go under the assumption for now that 'we' means she is bringing her
back in. Any details on the new patient?"

=^=No doctor.=^=

She pursed her lips. "She does like surprising me doesn't she?"

=^=I have no way of gauging her intent Doctor.=^=

"That was a joke P'ren. I'll be in at 0630 and we will set aside some time for Doctor Solice and
her patients. Leave a note for the staff to prepare a couple of treatment rooms and block them
for that purpose only."

=^=Yes Doctor.=^=
"Good night P'ren." She signed off and took a big bite of her Danish before picking the book
back up and returning to the vivid characters of Christine Feehans imagination.

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(USS Illuminar – Deck 5 - Sickbay -- CMO/3XO Commander Quinna Solice 2035)

Quinna just finished some paperwork for sick bay and again was working late. She stepped
back out in sickbay and was prepared for an all-nighter. It would be her first all-nighter without
coffee.

“Hello ! Anybody home ?”

“Yeah, right here,” Quinna said as she stepped up.

“Fresh pilot here, to be poked and prodded for his medical exam as required by regulations.”

“Welcome Ensign, I am Dr. Solice. Please hop up on my special biobed.” Quinna had moved to
a nearby biobed and patted it indicating where the Ensign should be.

(Reply Dyson)

Quinna reached over and turned on all the bio measurements. She then pulled out her medical
tricorder and started scanning, “So Ensign…,” Quinna looked over at the name. It was nice that
when she started scanning, his information auto-populated in the display, “...Dyson, welcome
aboard the Illuminar.”

(Reply Dyson)

“So do you have any aches or pains I need to fix for you?” Quinna asked. Quinna compared
her exam with what is on file.

(Reply Dyson)

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(USS Illuminar – Deck 5, Sickbay – ACONN, Ensign Alexander Dyson – 2036)

“Welcome Ensign, I am Dr. Solice. Please hop up on my special biobed.”

“Yes, doctor,” Alex said as he climbed the biobed, which was the most advanced Alex had ever
seen. ~Well, at least here my chances of actually getting poked are the lowest.~ He was used to
civilian and alien sickbays, which were either far from state-of-the-art or not designed for
humans.

“So Ensign…...Dyson, welcome aboard the Illuminar.”
“Thank you.”

“So do you have any aches or pains I need to fix for you?”

“No, ma’am,” Alex began. “Everything feels like it’s in working order,” A question popped into his
head. “Is my file complete, ma’am ? This is my first Starfleet post. And, well, civilian and
non-Federation ships don’t always get top scores on sharing information.”

He smiled at a memory. “I remember this one ship where the doc had to write his notes by
typewriter and then use a flatbed scanner to digitize them. The sickbay was not exactly
state-of-the-art.”

(Reply Solice)

Alex nodded. “I’m a pilot, so I need all my bits and pieces in good shape. Even with modern
G-suits and inertial dampeners…” Alex was used to stuff braking down, so he hoped for the best
while planning for the worst. “…well, I’ve learned not to count on tech too much.”

(Reply Solice)

“So, how are my insides looking to the scanners, doc ?”

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(USS Illuminar – Sickbay -- Deck 5 – CMO/3XO Commander Quinna Solice -- 2038)

He smiled at a memory. “I remember this one ship where the doc had to write his notes by
typewriter and then use a flatbed scanner to digitize them. The sickbay was not exactly
state-of-the-art.”

“Far be it for me to gainstay your previous doctors, but I like to have the best for my crew. If I
don’t like it, it does not come in my sickbay.” Quinna was very protective of her domain. No one
ruled it like her and she made sure everyone knew that.

Alex nodded. “I’m a pilot, so I need all my bits and pieces in good shape. Even with modern
G-suits and inertial dampeners…” Alex informed, “…well, I’ve learned not to count on tech too
much.”

Quinna was not sure how to take it. Was this Ensign not trusting her because she did mix
technology with her physicals. “I hope that was not a dig at my character, Ensign?” Quinna
thought ‘awkward.’

“So, how are my insides looking to the scanners, doc ?”

 “Right now your insides are just as fit as your outsides. I see your wounds sustained about 4
years ago are not causing you any problems. And I have yet to receive any complaints about
the scar on your back. The scar tissue does not seem to be hindering your abilities. Though if
you ever want the scar to go away, I can make that happen.”
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“You are clear for duty unless you want a second opinion. I know Dr. Vanderstein is a hands
physician.” Quinna decoded not to let ego get the best of her.

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(USS Illuminar – Sickbay, Deck 5 – ACONN, Ensign Alexander Dyson -- 2039)

“Right now your insides are just as fit as your outsides. I see your wounds sustained about 4
years ago are not causing you any problems. And I have yet to receive any complaints about
the scar on your back. The scar tissue does not seem to be hindering your abilities. Though if
you ever want the scar to go away, I can make that happen.”

“I’ll remember that, ma’am.” Alex said. Of course, he was just being polite. ~Especially after
what you said about not trusting technology.~ He had gotten used to that scar and getting rid of
it just felt wrong. “But for now, I am good.”

“You are clear for duty unless you want a second opinion. I know Dr. Vanderstein is a hands
physician.”

“No, I trust your opinion.” He swung his legs over the biobed and hopped off. “About what I said
before. I meant that pilot’s shouldn’t get cocky and presume that inertial dampeners and G-suits
will safe their skin. What we do is dangerous and we do it in a dangerous place. You get lazy,
you get dead.”

(Reply Solice iyw)

“Those scars were caused by an shrapnel from an explosion. But the fire that caused the blast,
started because the pilot put the ship through a sharp turn.” ~To impress a female, if I remember
correctly. Take about irony.~ The ship in question had been Ferengi and the DaiMon had
reassigned the Chief Pilot to scrubbing plasma conduits, before giving promoting Alex to Chief.

(Reply Solice)

Alex headed for the door. ~Time to take a better look at the ship.~ But then stopped. “Oh,
doctor, does the Illuminar have a nickname ? Like the Enterprise being called the Big-E or the
Lexington being the Lady Lex ?”

(Reply Solice)

Alex nodded. “Thank you for the examination, doctor.”

(Reply Solice)
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(USS Illuminar – Sickbay -- Deck 5 – CMO/3XO Commander Quinna Solice -- 2041)
“No, I trust your opinion.” He swung his legs over the biobed and hopped off. “About what I said
before. I meant that pilots shouldn’t get cocky and presume that inertial dampeners and G-suits
will save their skin. What we do is dangerous and we do it in a dangerous place. You get lazy,
you get dead.”

“Look, Iceman, I appreciate the back explanation. I have been around a few pilots in my
lifetime. I know what you meant.” Quinna felt that she and the new ensign did get off on the
wrong foot. It was something she knows that will change in time.

“Those scars were caused by an shrapnel from an explosion. But the fire that caused the blast,
started because the pilot put the ship through a sharp turn.”

“And now it is a reminder of a significant lesson that you have learned. Again, I get it.”

“Oh, doctor, does the Illuminar have a nickname ? Like the Enterprise being called the Big-E or
the Lexington being the Lady Lex ?”

“Well, we pretty much say the Illuminar, however, I call it home,” Quinna replied.

Alex nodded. “Thank you for the examination, doctor.”

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(USS Illuminar -- Personal Quarters -- Deck 2- CMO/3XO Commander Quinna Solice - 2230)

Quinna had made a hardcore life change after her shocking news. She wondered if it was time
for her and Michael to discuss sharing quarters but she also knew that it was a big step. A very
big step. (Refer to Deep Space Nine Season 4 Episode 3 Hippocratic Oath) She had now
given up her coffee, her Penn and Teller Special Brew, and working into all hours of the day.
She found herself in bed and lay there away. She wanted to get her hypospray that held her
sleepytime medicine she took often when the team lost on the Rhyne but again held back.

After lying awake for a couple of hours, sleep finally came to her. A white haze encompassed
her. She was standing there in the Celestial temple in her silky shorts and tank top Pajamas
and bare feet. She suddenly felt all exposed with bare feet. She turned to see Michael with her.
“Michael?”

(reply Weston)

“Things are moving faster than anticipated.” The Prophet said.

“I thought you had no sense of time.” Quinna knew what was going on and replied.

“Though Linear time is not a natural concept, time is natural.” The Sisko said as he approached
Quinna. He placed a hand on her stomach.

(Reply Weston)
Quinna pulled back. She started to become more protective of her new jelly bean that she is
growing. She put a protective hand where his once was. “What do you mean?”

A couple of figures in the form of Julian Bashir, Worf, and Gul Dukat came to her side. The
Cardassian figure wrapped his arms around Weston as the Klingon figure took hold of Quinna
and place her on a reclining chair (NRPG: Think of it as a chair you would see at the dentist)
The Bashir figure scanned her. Suddenly a third figure in the form of Kai Winn (NPRG:
Surprised, Right?) approaches.

(Reply Weston)

“She will be fine,” Dukat told Weston.

“She is ready,” Bashir informs and backs away. The Worf figure holds her down.

“Relax, my child,” Winn said as she called for The Sisko to approach. He placed his hand on
her belly and Winn placed her hand on his. Suddenly a beam of light encompassed the Quinna,
Sisko, and Winn.

(Reply Weston)

“You must protect her,” Dukat told Weston. “She carries the future.”

(Reply Weston)

Suddenly the light was gone. Winn looked at the Sisko, “The child is strong.” She looked at
Quinna and took hold of her ear, “Your Pagh is stronger than you think.” And with that Winn was
gone. Worf released Quinna and Dukat released Weston and they were faced with only Sisko
again.

(Reply Weston)

“The child is Salvation,” Sisko said.

Suddenly Quinna shot up in her bed. She was breathing heavily. Her Quarters were dark. She
felt to the side of her bed and found it empty. She knew it would be but tears fell down her eyes.
Quinna realized that the baby she was carrying was not Michael's.

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(USS Illuminar- Deck 2 - Personal Quarters- SFI - Lt. Michael Weston - 2330)

He had been back on the Illuminar for less than a week and his body had not yet acclimated to,
first of all, not being on call 24/7. He also was still not acclimated to a regular sleep schedule.
He tended to simply go to sleep when he felt tired enough to.

The course of this day led him to sleep during Gamma shift. He had sat down on the sofa in his
apartment and lay his head back. His eyes closed and he was asleep. Suddenly his eyes
opened and he raised his head. Everything seemed to happen in a slight slow motion
sensation.

Looking around he could not identify where he was. He was surrounded by… clouds? Where
was he? What was that shape coming towards him. The mist separated and he could see
Quinna.

“Michael?”

“Quinna?” he said standing up. “What’s going on here?”

A shade of a humanoid appeared saying, “Things are moving faster than anticipated.”

“I thought you had no sense of time.” Quinna replied to him.

“Though Linear time is not a natural concept, time is natural,” the shade said, placing a hand on
her stomach.

“I don’t understand,” Michael said. “Quinna, what’s going on here. Who is this guy and what’s
he talking about?”

She didn’t answer his questions. He wasn’t really sure that she heard them. It was as though
he were watching a play unfold and he was a part of the show, but only in a peripheral sense.

“What do you mean?” Quinna asked the shade.

A Cardassian, and Klingon and a human came out of the mist to stand beside them. The
Cardassian wrapped his arms around Michael. His instinct to protect himself was strong, but he
was not able to move his arms. Michael watched as the Klingon moved Quinna to some kind of
a medical chair. The human looked as if he were scanning her. Finally a fourth figure emerged
from the mist, a Bajoran.

“What are you doing to her,” Michael growled as he struggled to move.

“She will be fine,” the Cardassian said, being a little too close.

“She is ready,” the human said.

The Klingon held her down as the first shade stepped towards her.

“Relax, my child,” the Bajoran said. She seemed to be wearing some kind of religious gard, as
if she were a Kai.

As the first human shade put his hand on Quinna’s belly a light engulfed them. Panic sunk in
and Michael struggled harder. He was finally able to free his arms and struck the Cardassian to
get away. As he approached the light it pushed him back.

The Cardassian came up behind him and put a warm hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort
him. “You must protect her. She carries the future.”
“Wait.. what?” Weston said. He tried to force his mind to focus. Clearly they were talking about
their baby. Everything slowly slid into place. If he was dreaming this was a doozie. ~You must
protect her.~ “What the hell do you think I’ve been doing. Of course I’ll protect her. I always
have. I always will.”

Suddenly the light was gone.

“The child is strong,” the Bajoran said. “Your Pagh is stronger than you think.”

The trio disappeared and they were left alone with the first shade.

“Can somebody tell me just what is going on here?” Weston demanded, feeling himself free of
all restraint.

“The child is Salvation,” the shade said.

The mist closed in and envelopes Quinna, and Michael knew she was gone. This dream world
had sent her home. The shade had disappeared. He was alone.

The mist pulled back and the Klingon was standing across from him. A snarl came across his
face.

“You are to be the Protector?” he said incredulously.

“I am?” Weston replied, equally disbelieving.

“Defend yourself!” the Klingon ordered as he advance and threw a wide, sweeping blow.

Micheal easily ducked under the strike and dove behind the Klingon to avoid the kick that had
been the actual intended attack to make contact.

“Look,” Weston said, his hands up, showing them empty, “I really don’t want fight you. I don’t
understand what’s going on.”

“What you want is irrelevant,” the Klingon said as he circled Michael to re-engage his attack.
“Your understanding is unnecessary right now.”

He lunged at Michael, who parried the attack to his left as he stepped to the right, dropped his
shoulder and struck the Klingon’s abdomen with the inside knife edge of hos left hand. The
Klingon let his air out as Michael turned and drove his right foot into the side of the Klingons
knee.

He cried out and dropped to the ground, then looked up at Michael with a smile. “Much better.”

The Klingon stood back up and hobbled back into his attack posture. Michael threw a jab, which
the Klingon parried. He feigned a jab and threw the cross. When the Klingon leaned back
Michael threw a kick at the same knee. The Klingon checked the kick with his shin, spun on his
good leg and drove a crushing punch into Weston’s chest. Michael’s body folded as he flew
back. The Klingon moved quickly and grabbed his arm pulling Michael’s back into him. The
Klingon wrapped his arms around the human and began to squeeze.
Michael could feel the air literally be squeezed out of him as the Klingon brought his mouth to
his ear, “You are not worthy of the honor.”

Wesont could feel his world begin to darken. He wrapped his leg around the Klingon’s leg,
making him feel heavy in the Klongon’s arms. When he felt the grip losen and his feet touch the
ground he launched his body up and struck the Klingon on the chin with the top of his head.
The Klongon’s head flew back and Michael turned and struck to his throat.

Weston spun around and climbed on the Klingon’s back. He drove his elbows down, into the
nerve bundle at the base of the Klingon’s neck. He fell to his knees and grabbed Michael,
throwing him over his shoulder. Weston rolled to his feet and spun into a kick aimed at the
Klingon’s temple.

Suddenly the Klingon disappeared. Michael swung around and looked at where his adversary
had been, then looked around the misty area. The Klingon reappeared, nodding. “He’ll do.”
Then he disappeared again.

In another corner the mist separated and the first man nodded, and walked up to Michael, “At
ease Michael Weston. You had to be tested. You are the Protector. You are tasked with
protecting the child who will be the Emissary.”

Michael was now very confused, “The what? The who?” His brain felt as though it were
slogging through mud. “Who are you.”

“We are the Prophets, as Quinna Solice understands us to be,” the large black man said. “She
is the vessel of the Emissary. You are the Protector. You must protect them both. That is your
task.”

The mist swirled around him before he could say anything more.

Michael opened his eyes to find himself sitting up in his bed. He looked around at his familiar
surroundings and shook his head.

“Now that,” he said to himself, “was a vivid dream.”

He twisted his body to lay down and felt the pain in his chest. ~What the…~ He brought his
hand to his face and wiped something wet off the corner of his mouth.

“Lights,” he called out, and looked at the blood on his hand. “What?” He looked at the
chronometer on his bedside table. 0226.

He started to reach for his comm badge to contact Quinna, but then realized the time. He didn’t
want to wake her because of a dream, no matter how real it seemed. He felt around his body
and realized he wasn’t really hurt. The pains had been phantoms of the dream. He tried to lay
down and go back to sleep, but the message rolled around in his brain and kept him from
sleeping.

Weston reached over and picked up the PADD beside his bed and began to do a search on the
terms, the Protector, and the Vessel, but the search provided too much that was too vague. But
when he searched for the Emmisary he got a hit that made him sit back up.
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