| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | -=[BEGIN SIM]=-
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| Ensign JG Curtis Jameson: | [CENG] ::He gently prods the controls with seemingly heavy hands, checking deck status reports, making sure that everthing is working at status quo::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | Action: The Avalon has been patrolling for a few days. Tactical and Security consoles beep impatiently as something drifts into scensor rang.
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| Ensign JG Anatole Neris: | [CSEC] ::He stood at the secuirty station when a beep begans to emmit from his station:: Liel, picking up something here. How about you?
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [TAC] ::Shifts her weight checking the consol for a moment then looking up at the screen trying to get better readings.:: [CSEC] Sure am... See if you can get me a better reading of that can you?
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| Ensign JG Curtis Jameson: | [CENG] ::Noting the beginning of a shift, he leaves engineering, seeing that everything is pinned down pretty well, and reports to the bridge to fill in a few gaps since the upper echelons are elsewhere::
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| Ensign Brigid Lea: | [CMO] ::Has work down in Sick Bay with her brother slowly coming around from his coma since his rescue.::
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| Ensign JG Anatole Neris: | [CSEC] ::Running scans:: Nothing over here...it doesnt match anything in our database.
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [TAC] ::motions for Curt to take Ops as she moved to helm. Leaving Anatole to take Tactical and Security for the time being.:: [CENG and CSEC] This work for you two? I don't know what's going on. I like to be able to run.
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| Ensign JG Curtis Jameson: | [CENG] ::He exits the TL onto the bridge, and sees several empty stations, so he took ops, barely noticing Liel motioning him:: OPS Is fine for me. If theres anyone who can keep the ship itself going, I know I can. As long as you can be the Avalon's eyes ears and teeth, I can make it run.
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [CTAC/HELM] ::Hums softly:: [CSEC/ATAC] Nothing either. [CENG/OPS] Tell me what the air is like over there.
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| Ensign Brigid Lea: | [CMO] ::Walks about the bay checking vitals nodding to herself slightly.::
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| Ensign JG Anatole Neris: | [CSEC/ATAC] I'm not getting anything over here they just seem to be cruising. Running scans for lifesigns aboard the ship.
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| Ensign JG Curtis Jameson: | [CENG/OPS][CTAC/HELM] The vessel appears to have a breathable oxygen argon atmosphere, but their life support systems seem to be damaged.
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| Ensign JG Anatole Neris: | [CSEC/ATAC] Scanners reading one...very faint though. Barely alive it seems..probably because of it's life support damage.
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [CTAC/HELM][Both] Beam them to sick bay. +T+[CMO] Ensign Lea you got company coming. ::Shifting her weight a little bit.:: [CSEC/ATAC] Go meet our company?
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| Ensign Brigid Lea: | [CMO] Understood, Lt. Andora. ::Preparing a biobed.::
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| Ensign JG Curtis Jameson: | [CENG] ::He thumbed at the controls, running more scans on the vessel, detecting odd power fluxuations from the engineering section::
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| Ensign JG Anatole Neris: | [CSEC/ATAC] Of course... ::He smiled as he nodded to a crewman:: Man my station while i'm gone please crewman. ::He then walked to the turbolift preparing for his visit with the likely almost dead humanoid:: Sick bay please ::He spoke as the turbo lift and the turbo lift was on it's way::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | Action: The turbolift starts down to deck 16 as commanded depositing him at the Medical Bay.
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | Action: The power fluctuations go very erratic from the other ship then stop. The stop seems ominous.
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| Ensign JG Curtis Jameson: | [CENG/OPS][CTAC/HELM] I have the feeling we shouldn't hang around this ship. Reccomend we put shields up if we're deciding to stay.
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| Ensign JG Anatole Neris: | [CSEC/ATAC] ::He stepped of the TL and made his way toward the sick bay and was greeted by Brigid:: Hey, we get our company yet? ::He smiled as he looked around preparing himself for anything, he was never to fond of hospitals...::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [CTAC/HELM] ::Give the command for the crewman to beam the life form aboard then nods to Curt.:: [CENG/OPS] You're right.
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | Action: It seemed as if when Anatole spoke it happened their company from the other ship. Pale and sickly breathing out heavy air appeared on a biobed clutching a small object in her hand.::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [CTAC/HELM] ::Her fingers move over the console putting the shields up.::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | Action: Ops consol beeps once then goes silent. Nothing forthcoming.
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| Ensign JG Anatole Neris: | [CSEC/ ATAC] Goodness ::Had escaped from his mouth while he looked upon the pale life form.:: Hello, my name is ::He stopped looking toward it's hand--but thought nothing of it..he continued to go through the normal greetings:: Anatole Neris of the USS Avalon, I'm the cheif of secuirty. You're now aboard the Avalon and will recive medical care from our doctors and nurses until you are well.
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| Ensign JG Curtis Jameson: | [CENG] ::The bridge was eerily quiet, but the silence was dirsupted by a console bleep. He took note of the info and looked over at Liel::
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| Ensign Brigid Lea: | [CMO] ::Immediately sets to work her brow furrowing slightly. Glancing to Anatole now and then as she worked around him.::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | Action: The woman shifted holding up the object. She had small spots along her neck and the readings on her showed she was Trill. She made no words yet coughing instead.
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| Ensign Brigid Lea: | [CMO] ::Shakes her head a little bit and applies a hypospray to the woman's neck. Helping to flush the tainted air from the woman's system.::
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| Ensign JG Anatole Neris: | [CSEC/ATAC][CMO] Um..can you tell whats wrong with her? ::He then caught sight of her brown spots along her neck. She was a Trill , just as he was...but why was she traveling in an unmarked ship...he'd find out soon enough he supposed:: Can you speak? ::He spoke to the pale Trill and didnt want to sound as though he was interogating her but he traning got the best of him in situations like this::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [CTAC/HELM] ::Moves her fingers over the consol pulling what readings she could.:: [NOIP] Nothing... no armaments, no defences .. nothing.
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| Ensign JG Curtis Jameson: | [CENG] ::He doesnt detect anything but information begins to scroll across the screen uncontrollably::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [CTAC/HELM][CENG/OPS] What's going on?
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| Ensign JG Curtis Jameson: | [CENG/OPS][CTAC/HELM] Our computer is being accessed.
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| Ensign Brigid Lea: | [CMO] For one she's been breathing bad air for a while...It will be a bit before enough of it is out of her for her to speak. And her readings are... strange... ::Brigid moved around Anatole again.:: Can you put that object in a bag please and get it out of the way I need her to be holding nothing.
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| Ensign JG Curtis Jameson: | [CENG/OPS][CTAC/HELM] I reccommend we either destroy the vessel or make a run for it. We shouldn't be hanging around here.
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | Action: The scrolling stopped with a small beep.
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | Action: Even as he spoke the small ship exploded.
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| Ensign JG Curtis Jameson: | [CENG][HELM] Make a run for it!
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| Ensign JG Anatole Neris: | [CSEC/ATAC] Sure ::He put his hand on the Trills and unfolded it from the fist it was and grabbed the object.:: A totem pole? ::He though to himself, he'd learned about these in school as a child. Ancient eath humaniods used these. He grabbed the stone minature of a totem and brought it to his eyes, animals were carved into the stone and it looked rather peculiar:: [CMO]Ever see one of these?
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [CTAC/HELM] ::He spoke a moment too late. She was already hitting impulse two by the time the words were out of his mouth.::
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| Ensign JG Curtis Jameson: | [CENG/OPS] ::He clutched the underside of his console, for some reason not thinking that inertial dampeners would kick in, and he sighed:: [HELM] I'm glad you're at helm and not some crewman.
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| Ensign Brigid Lea: | [CMO] [CSEC/ATAC] Of course but never with those kind of animals.
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | Action: As anatole laid hands on the small object he found he had no desire to release it. Indeed he wanted it for himself. The sudden thought that he should keep it was very strong.
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | Action: The bioreadings from the Trill change. Causing a small series of beeps.
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| Ensign JG Anatole Neris: | [CSEC/ATAC] It is quiet---peculiar...but attractive in a way. ::He rubbed his thumb over the grooves of the object::[CMO] You dont need this right?
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| Ensign Brigid Lea: | [CMO] ::Checks the readings then frowns again shaking her head.:: [CSEC/ATAC] Not at all.
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| Ensign JG Anatole Neris: | [CSEC/ATAC] I'll have one of my officers take a look at it...see if they can come up with how the girl got stuck in the middle of space on an unidentifed ship. You might wanna get to those readings, i'll be on the bridge, com me if need be ::He turned to exit but then turned back:: What? Destroy what ::He said as he slipped in the totem in his pocket::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [Trill] Destroy... destroy...::She murmured softly reaching for it.::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | Action: No... Anatole couldn't hand it to anyone else. He had to keep it for himself. That little cylander of stone. But he didn't seem to know what his subconcious demanded.
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [Trill] Destroy... destroy it... ::She murmured more clearly.::
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| Ensign Brigid Lea: | [CMO] ::Keeps with the readings looking up at Anatole with her peircing violet eyes.::
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| Ensign JG Anatole Neris: | [CSEC/ATAC] You may want to check her neurological readings while your looking her over doc... ::His voice trialed off, he didnt want to say this...but he still said it. It was like he was a puppet, and his operator had control over his body. He wanted to know more, more about this young lady, more about the totem, more about what she wanted to destory but he turned on his heel and began to leave the sick bay and walked toward the TL:: Main Bridge please
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [Trill] ::A sharp peircing wail as he walked away with the device.::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | Action: The turbolift rose to the bridge with it's soft humming noise.
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| Ensign JG Anatole Neris: | [CSEC/ATAC] ::He heard the scream when the TL doors closed..but paid her no mind. He stepped out the TL and onto the bridge:: Crewman, you're excused. ::He moved back to his station and looked around the bridge:: [CTAC/HELM] She's alive but not quiet kicking...Liel ::He did his 'cocktail party laugh' that wassn't him at all and was also well rehersed infront of the mirror in the 'fresher.::;
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| Ensign Brigid Lea: | [CMO] ::does check the neurology of her patient but loaths to give her a sedative at this point because of the damage to the Trill womans system.::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [CTAC/HELM] ::Blinks up at Anatole tilting her head slightly. Her brow furrowing.:: [CSEC/ATAC] Well she will be in a while.
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| Ensign JG Anatole Neris: | [CSEC/ATAC] Hopefully ::He grined and then looked down to his station, seeing that sensors no longer picked up her ship:: Where is the ship! ::He half shouted...no, this was not the shy trill that had left the bridge 15 mintues ago he was indeed acting very diffrent::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [CTAC/HELM] [CSEC/ATAC] She exploded about two minutes ago. You alright Anatole? ::Her head tilted.::
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| Ensign JG Anatole Neris: | [CTAC/HELM] ::He composed himself, not knowing why he'd just shouted on the half empty bridge with the only noise being the hum of the ship:: Yeah...um...fine. Am I still needed here or can I catch some shut eye until the captain comes back?
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [CTAC/HELM] Actually I was going to ask you to talk with our guest and see if you can get some answers.
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [CTAC/HELM] ::looks over to her readings scanning the debris now.::
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| Ensign JG Anatole Neris: | [CSEC/ATAC] I'd rather catch her when she's acting so--- weird. Maybe when the good doc is done with her? ::He rubbed his eyes:: I really am tired, I've pulled double shift twice this week::
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| Ensign Brigid Lea: | [CMO] ::Shifts a little bit trying to calm the crying Trill woman down. Finally she gave in and gave a very mild sedative.::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [CTAC/HELM][ATAC/CSEC] That is an order Ensign Anatole Neris. You are to get some information from her. ::Her voice firm but not raised.::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [Trill] It has to be destroyed... ::She whispered pleadingly to the Doctor.::
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| Ensign Brigid Lea: | [CMO][Trill] What's your name? ::patient trying to get the woman to focus.::
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| Ensign JG Anatole Neris: | [CSEC/ATAC] Yes sir. ::He turned on his heel and made his way back to the TL. He placed his hands on the front of his slacks, feeling the outline of the cylandrical stone.:: Medical Bay ::this time with the absence of his usual 'please'. He'd been acting extremely odd and didnt know why..the doors of the turbolift began to open and he half stepped off until he felt an urge to disobey orders---wow he was really pushing it:: Enginering! ::He spoke and the doors swoshed closed::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | Action: The turbolift complies sliding down.
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | Action: The lift started it's way to engineering. Doing what it was told to do.
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [Trill][CMO] Asia... Asia Jay'a. Please make him destroy it before it gets him.
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| Ensign Brigid Lea: | [CMO] [Asia] You mean that thing will hurt him?
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [Asia][CMO] ::Nods frantically. But is too weak to explain as she goes limp falling asleep.::
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| Ensign Brigid Lea: | [CMO] ::Conciders the problem sitting down to make a file for the Trill woman.::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | Action: TL stops at Engineering the doors opening slowly it seemed.
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| Ensign JG Anatole Neris: | [CSEC/ATAC] ::The TL deposited him on main engineering and he stepped off looking around at the few recuits who were checking various readouts:: Uh...this is a drill...if something were to go wrong down here we need to practice evac procedures. Just cram into the TL and go up to your quarters...this'll only take around 20 minutes, i'll com-badge you guys down.
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [Crewmen] We do? ::They blinked looking startled. Thsi wasn't on the schedual.::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [Crewmen] Yes, Sir! ::They all took off to the turbo lift muttering to themselves that this was highly irregular.::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | Action: engineering was now clear of people though the scans were still going. The steady thrum of the engines and other parts of machinery.
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| Ensign JG Anatole Neris: | [CSEC/ATAC] Ahh, finally alone! ::He smiled and looked around the room:: Somewhere..it has to be somewhere. ::He walked around, looking for it,what? He didnt know but he would know when he found it.He placed his hand in his pocket and thumbed the stone feeling it's grooves suddenly at ease. He looked up and spotted it, a small console about a meter long by twenty four centimeters. He tapped a few buttons on the console...and brought up a screen that read REPLICATOR. He then pushed, SELECTION..and looked for the bare nessitys, bread, water, and a fruit. He then selected, three slices of white bread and 2 wheat, on 8oz glass of water, and a banana:: Hehe, yum! ::He set this to last for three stardates and then closed out of the screen.:: Computer clear previous access in log. Their shall be NO record of these activites ::The computer chirped and walked to the turbo lift pushing his com-badge::=^= [CTAC/HELM] She's not talking,sir. Maybe when she's well! Like i said before. Neris out! ::He tapped his com badge again:: =^= [Crewman] Come back down to engineering now. Drill's over. You shall not speak of this drill to anyone, not even amongst yourselves...that's an order! Neris out. To the bridge! ::He spoke to the TL::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | Action: There it was. Mischief had begun. What would the rest of the ship do when this was all they had bread, fruit and water no matter what they ordered. And so trouble began on the avalon. And the turbolift rose to the bridge.
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [Crewman] ::They all return to their posts wondering if they should go against the order.::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | [CTAC/HELM] ::nods a little at the report figuring it so.::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | -=[PAUSE SM]=-
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| Ensign Brigid Lea: | ::AA::
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| Lieutenant JG Liel Andora: | -=[END SIM]=- |
