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	'''Intrepid - Deck 4		'''Intrepid - Deck 4
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	He was exhausted. The last 24 hours were somewhat of a blur to Rob. In a matter of a day he’d managed to get in a barfight and get promoted: what were the odds of that. He now found himself within he confines of his newly refurbished quarters. While the room was structurally the same as before the default furnishings had been moved and sported various upgrades; but his personal belongings remained unmoved. The chess set, supposedly crafted during World War II, given to him by his grandfather sat directly in front of his bed -- untouched. Everything had remained the same since his first day on the Intrepid -- but he wasn’t; he’d changed.		He was exhausted. The last 24 hours were somewhat of a blur to Rob. In a matter of a day he’d managed to get in a barfight and get promoted: what were the odds of that. He now found himself within he confines of his newly refurbished quarters. While the room was structurally the same as before the default furnishings had been moved and sported various upgrades; but his personal belongings remained unmoved. The chess set, supposedly crafted during World War II, given to him by his grandfather sat directly in front of his bed -- untouched. Everything had remained the same since his first day on the Intrepid -- but he wasn’t; he’d changed.

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	'''Personal Quarters - Deck Four		'''Personal Quarters - Deck Four
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	“Hello Walz.” Rob responded, still a bit pale. While he’d seen the man just the other day it’d been ages since there last real conversation. But now all these years later here he was, if only on a computer scr"een.		“Hello Walz.” Rob responded, still a bit pale. While he’d seen the man just the other day it’d been ages since there last real conversation. But now all these years later here he was, if only on a computer scr"een.

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	'''Starbase 22, Hangar Bay		'''Starbase 22, Hangar Bay
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	Daeryx checked the console that monitored his small craft. He'd spent more than enough time away from home, but it was worth it. Seeing Landon again was difficult, and he'd been sure that it would have gone far worse than it actually did. Everything turned out alright. He was disappointed that Neyes was less than excited to see him, but the flows of their relationship were always a little rough. Perhaps the most irritating thing, however, was the person that had followed him from the airlock down 20 decks to the hanger bay. Neyes may have been too upset to notice, but Daeryx was always a little more on his feet than Neyes ever was.		Daeryx checked the console that monitored his small craft. He'd spent more than enough time away from home, but it was worth it. Seeing Landon again was difficult, and he'd been sure that it would have gone far worse than it actually did. Everything turned out alright. He was disappointed that Neyes was less than excited to see him, but the flows of their relationship were always a little rough. Perhaps the most irritating thing, however, was the person that had followed him from the airlock down 20 decks to the hanger bay. Neyes may have been too upset to notice, but Daeryx was always a little more on his feet than Neyes ever was.

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	'''Starbase 22 - Hanger Bay		'''Starbase 22 - Hanger Bay
	'''		'''

	The conflict with Landon’s Trill associate was over. The man now lay slumped over a control panel in his small spacecraft. It’d be a few hours until he regained consciousness. Rob hadn’t gone into the day thinking he’d need a medical sedative so he improvised by acquiring one from a local merchant one board the station. That being so he wasn’t quite sure of the dosage.		The conflict with Landon’s Trill associate was over. The man now lay slumped over a control panel in his small spacecraft. It’d be a few hours until he regained consciousness. Rob hadn’t gone into the day thinking he’d need a medical sedative so he improvised by acquiring one from a local merchant one board the station. That being so he wasn’t quite sure of the dosage.

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	'''Starbase 22 - Walz’ Pub		'''Starbase 22 - Walz’ Pub
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	The bar was bustling with patrons when Rob walked in; he had to make his way through a crowd of people to make it to the bar. Walz was cleaning the inside of a mug when he spotted Rob sitting at the bar. He causally walked over to Rob’s seat and the bar and leaned in. “Back so soon?” He said smiling as he laid the mug down in front of Rob. “What can I get you?”		The bar was bustling with patrons when Rob walked in; he had to make his way through a crowd of people to make it to the bar. Walz was cleaning the inside of a mug when he spotted Rob sitting at the bar. He causally walked over to Rob’s seat and the bar and leaned in. “Back so soon?” He said smiling as he laid the mug down in front of Rob. “What can I get you?”

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	'''Landon's Quarters, Deck 2		'''Landon's Quarters, Deck 2
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	It had been an excruciating day. With every new system that was either being updated or replaced or torn out completely, he had to reallign the mass index in the navigation systems to accomidate for the change. Unlike working on his own, the starbase crews were re-reporting the index several times a day, and that meant that every couple hours he had to recalculate the localized mass of the Intrepid. It was a pain.		It had been an excruciating day. With every new system that was either being updated or replaced or torn out completely, he had to reallign the mass index in the navigation systems to accomidate for the change. Unlike working on his own, the starbase crews were re-reporting the index several times a day, and that meant that every couple hours he had to recalculate the localized mass of the Intrepid. It was a pain.

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	'''USS Intrepid - Personal Quarters		'''USS Intrepid - Personal Quarters
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	Rob sat on the edge of his bed with his face in his hands. In the span of a few weeks his life had transformed. Just the another day he’d stepped onboard an optimistic cadet with the demons of his past behind him. Now, he sat alone in his empty quarters, traumatized from the Borg, taking orders from an information dealer, and about to alienate the only true friend he had aboard the Intrepid: life was shit.		Rob sat on the edge of his bed with his face in his hands. In the span of a few weeks his life had transformed. Just the another day he’d stepped onboard an optimistic cadet with the demons of his past behind him. Now, he sat alone in his empty quarters, traumatized from the Borg, taking orders from an information dealer, and about to alienate the only true friend he had aboard the Intrepid: life was shit.

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	'''Starbase 22 - Holosuite 47		'''Starbase 22 - Holosuite 47
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	The program was perfect. Walz had passed him the isolinear chip containing it when Rob had made a quick stop at the pub. The lanky man had been more than hesitant giving up his favorite holo-suite program and now Rob understood why. He was standing in the middle of a busy mid-20th century New York street corner; but that wasn’t the best part. The program also offered the user a holographic disguise. Rob now completely fit in; his normally shot brown hair was no longer, unkept and blonde; instead his 25th century civilian attire he now wore a white shirt with a large yellow smiling face. But most importantly his face had received an equal transformation.		The program was perfect. Walz had passed him the isolinear chip containing it when Rob had made a quick stop at the pub. The lanky man had been more than hesitant giving up his favorite holo-suite program and now Rob understood why. He was standing in the middle of a busy mid-20th century New York street corner; but that wasn’t the best part. The program also offered the user a holographic disguise. Rob now completely fit in; his normally shot brown hair was no longer, unkept and blonde; instead his 25th century civilian attire he now wore a white shirt with a large yellow smiling face. But most importantly his face had received an equal transformation.

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	'''USS Intrepid - Personal Quarters		'''USS Intrepid - Personal Quarters
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	Rob a decision to make, and he was not looking forward to it. He was laying on his bed, throwing the PADD Landon had left him up into the air as he contemplated what to do next. Any chance at remaining friends with the Helmsman were long gone now. The image of Landon’s disgust still sat freshly in his mind; from all his experiences with people Rob knew one thing: the two of them were done. There’d be no more Borg training holodeck adventures, or drinks at the bar, Rob had betrayed his only friend on the Intrepid and he would certainly feel the consequences. Thankfully the consequences of his actions would most likely end there. Rob doubted Landon or Daeryx would go to the proper authorities. After all Rob still had one piece of information neither of them wanted released: the two Trill had broken one of their culture’s rules and with what Rob knew he could end Neyes’ and Daeryx’s connection to the Trill community. Effectively killing both of them.		Rob a decision to make, and he was not looking forward to it. He was laying on his bed, throwing the PADD Landon had left him up into the air as he contemplated what to do next. Any chance at remaining friends with the Helmsman were long gone now. The image of Landon’s disgust still sat freshly in his mind; from all his experiences with people Rob knew one thing: the two of them were done. There’d be no more Borg training holodeck adventures, or drinks at the bar, Rob had betrayed his only friend on the Intrepid and he would certainly feel the consequences. Thankfully the consequences of his actions would most likely end there. Rob doubted Landon or Daeryx would go to the proper authorities. After all Rob still had one piece of information neither of them wanted released: the two Trill had broken one of their culture’s rules and with what Rob knew he could end Neyes’ and Daeryx’s connection to the Trill community. Effectively killing both of them.

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	'''Starbase 22 - Walz’ Pub		'''Starbase 22 - Walz’ Pub
	'''		'''

	Alistar yawned as he sat down in his usual spot in Walz' bar. It had been years since he had been to SB 22 and he hadn't missed anything. Walz had been a little troll that SFI allowed to continue breathing just because he managed to continue to be useful. It wouldn't take much for that to change though, and McKeon had been informed multiple times that removing Walz from the gene pool would be one of those tiny little secrets that would remain a mystery until further notice.		Alistar yawned as he sat down in his usual spot in Walz' bar. It had been years since he had been to SB 22 and he hadn't missed anything. Walz had been a little troll that SFI allowed to continue breathing just because he managed to continue to be useful. It wouldn't take much for that to change though, and McKeon had been informed multiple times that removing Walz from the gene pool would be one of those tiny little secrets that would remain a mystery until further notice.

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	'''Starbase 22 - Walz’ Pub		'''Starbase 22 - Walz’ Pub
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	The bar cast a much more omniscient aura after hours. The lights were off and the music absent when he’d entered through the small revolving door. The pub’s usual patrons had long since left and Rob couldn’t help but feel a bit spooked. His hand lay rested on his phaser as he turned the next corner towards the back of the bar. Then a voice punctured the darkness.		The bar cast a much more omniscient aura after hours. The lights were off and the music absent when he’d entered through the small revolving door. The pub’s usual patrons had long since left and Rob couldn’t help but feel a bit spooked. His hand lay rested on his phaser as he turned the next corner towards the back of the bar. Then a voice punctured the darkness.

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