<div dir="ltr">Ooooohhhhh!<div>Bello!</div><div><br></div><div>Silvia Br.</div></div><div class="gmail_extra"><br clear="all"><div><div class="gmail_signature" data-smartmail="gmail_signature">------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br>Ci sedemmo dalla parte del torto visto che tutti gli altri posti erano occupati. Bertolt Brecht<br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br></div></div>
<br><div class="gmail_quote">Il giorno 10 marzo 2017 08:44, Massimo Gallo <span dir="ltr"><<a href="mailto:keranydd@gmail.com" target="_blank">keranydd@gmail.com</a>></span> ha scritto:<br><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0 0 0 .8ex;border-left:1px #ccc solid;padding-left:1ex"><div dir="ltr">Come scritto dal Capitano prima che si perdesse sulla strada di Risa per delle meritate vacanze, abbiamo pensato fosse giunta l'ora di passare alla fase 2 del Progetto Hope.<div>Un po' come una seconda stagione in qualche serie televisiva.</div><div>Quello che troverete di seguito è un breve contributo che ho scritto d'accordo col (facente funzioni di) Capitano che vi (ci) porterà tutti verso questa nuova avventura.</div><div>In una successiva email troverete tutte le informazioni aggiuntive con spero tutte le spiegazioni.<br></div><div>Spero vi piaccia, buona lettura.</div><div><br></div><div>---</div><div><br></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-caps:small-caps;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><b>Terra – New Orleans - 17 Luglio 2395 -
Ore 22:45</b></span><span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-caps:small-caps;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><b><br></b></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La musica del
sassofono faceva da sottofondo al vociare del locale.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Le luci erano
basse e ogni angolo brulicava di persone.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Dal bancone
del bar Rodriguez si avvicinò posando sul tavolo un grosso vassoio pieno di
bevande. <span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Il Longmorn
scozzese?”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Mio grazie.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Doohan allungò
una mano per afferrare il bicchiere.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“I due
Cardassian Sunrise?”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Quaggiù.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Basta afferrò
i due bicchieri offrendone uno a Graahn.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“La Birra
Aldoriana per il nostro buon Tucci, il Tè jestral per la nostra affascinante
Risiana e le Birre Romulane per me e la dolcissima Luna.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Ti devo
spezzare un braccio Rodriguez?”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Ehm.... per
il cadetto Jones.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Luna afferrò
il bicchiere sorridendo e alzandosi in piedi propose un brindisi.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Alla Hope, 5
dei più bei mesi della mia vita.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Tutti alzarono
i loro bicchieri in accordo.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Poco lontano
dal tavolo Bueller osservava la scena appoggiato al bancone del bar.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Aveva appena
finito di raccontare per l’ennesima volta a qualche cadetto curioso qualche
aneddoto successo sulla Hope. Questa volta era toccato alla storia della
navetta in sala macchine, anche se la sua preferita continuava ad essere quella
coi Q.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Dal loro
ritorno sulla Terra, ormai due mesi fa, erano diventati gli idoli della maggior
parte dei cadetti dell’Accademia.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">All’inizio la
cosa lo aveva eccitato oltre misura.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Aveva anche
sfruttato la cosa a suo favore con un paio di cadette, non aveva remore
nell’ammetterlo.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Col passare
delle settimane però quella sensazione di euforia aveva lasciato il posto a un
velo di malinconia.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La Hope gli
mancava.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Tutto era
ritornato alla normalità. Lo studio aveva riempito le sue giornate così come
quelle degli altri del suo ex equipaggio.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Si ritrovavano
spesso in questo bar di New Orleans dove qualche sera Xyr veniva a suonare.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Era un modo
come un altro per restare lo stesso tutti insieme. Fra 4 o 5 mesi, dopo il
diploma, ognuno avrebbe preso la sua strada e quasi sicuramente non si
sarebbero più rivisti.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">L’Andoriana
era sul palco proprio ora. Lui e Rest la stavano osservando suonare.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Bella questa
canzone.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Body and Soul di John Coltrane. </span><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">23 settembre 1926 – 17 luglio 1967. Oggi
sono 428 anni dalla sua morte. La storia lo ricorda come uno dei più grandi
sassofonisti della storia del jazz... e il terzo tra i musicisti preferiti di
Xyr.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Bueller guardò
per un attimo il vulcaniano. Gli era sembrato di percepire un’esitazione
nell’ultima parte del discorso. Sorrise tra sè.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Eccoli
comunque tutti lì con le loro particolarità, con il loro unico modo di fare e
con quella spensieratezza tipica della loro età.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Avevano
affrontato 5 mesi di avventure che avrebbero messo in crisi equipaggi più
esperti.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Anche la morte
di un loro compagno era stata una prova che avevano dovuto affrontare. Forse
troppo presto.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Era comunque orgoglioso
di loro. Sarebbero stati ottimi ufficiali, sarebbero stati la crema del... del...
del...<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">*<i>ma quanto è bella quella?*<span></span></i></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Saaalve. Io
sono Ferris, tu?”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span> </span></span><span style="font-size:10pt;font-variant-caps:small-caps"> </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-caps:small-caps;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><b>Terra – San Francisco – Sala Mensa
Accademia della Flotta Stellare - 9 Ottobre 2395 - Ore 11:15</b></span><span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-caps:small-caps;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><b><br></b></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“La so, la so.
Se ipotizziamo che le particelle si muovano a velocità pari a β e –β, dove
consideriamo β = v/c e quindi –β = -v/c e dove ovviamente <i>c</i> rappresenta la velocità della luce nel vuoto, possiamo dire che
dal punto di vista di un osservatore la velocità relativa Δβ sarà meno della
velocità della luce.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Caytlin annuì
leggendo la risposta sul PADD mentre Luna alzava la mano al cielo in segno di
vittoria.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Quell’esame
sarà una passeggiata! Quello che mi preoccupa di più è quello di Geometria
Subspaziale Avanzata. Mi viene mal di testa al solo pensiero.”<br>
“Hai già deciso se fare subito richiesta su una nave?”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Non ci ho
ancora pensato. Prima volevo finire qui e poi vedere. Certo che manovrare una
nave, fosse anche quel ferrovecchio di una Miranda, mi ha cambiato prospettiva.
Qui al simulatore non c’è realmente l’adrenalina ad aiutarti. Poi appena
usciamo di qui, ci sbattono a pulire le gondole per anni, altro che pilotare
una nave spaziale.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Luna!!!
Caytlin!!! È fatta!!!”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Rodriguez
stava correndo verso di loro in preda all'euforia.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Passato! Ne
mancano due, ne mancano due!”<br>
Dietro di lui un pacato Lon Basta lo seguiva dopo essere uscito da un’aula
adiacente. Sul suo viso un accenno di sorriso.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span> </span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><b><span style="font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-caps:small-caps">Terra – San Francisco – Accademia della Flotta
Stellare - 25 Ottobre 2395 - Ore 18:20</span></b></span><span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><b><span style="font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-caps:small-caps"><br></span></b></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Computer,
avviare registrazione Xyr 2-56.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Lo schermo si
accese. Le immagini riportarono una scena svoltasi presso l’Aula Cochrane.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Certo, ha
ragione Xyr, ma si ricordi che non sempre questa teoria è applicabile. Ci sono
circostanze in cui...”<br>
“Mi scusi lei Signore, ma se consideriamo l’interferenza allora il presupposto
crolla. Una regola è una regola. Semplice e chiara. Se non possiamo basarci su
qualcosa di concreto come si riesce a proseguire?”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Xyr, ci sono
tre varianti. Secondo il suo ragionamento quale dovrebbe essere quella che
porta al miglior risultato?”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Senza ombra
di dubbio la seconda. L’articolo 248 esclude la prima a priori, mentre il
trattato di Grayx VI rende la terza immorale secondo il consiglio Grayxiano.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Ottimo Xyr,
ottimo. Direi che non c’è nulla da aggiungere. Ci vediamo per l’esame finale
fra due settimane.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">L’andoriana si
alzò, strinse la mano alla commissione in ordine di grado e si congedò.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Computer,
fine registrazione.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Un sospiro
uscì dalle labbra dell’Ammiraglio Lennox.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Saranno mai
pronti?”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Il suo
interlocutore, l’Ammiraglio Maelstrom, guardò i dati sullo schermo.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Secondo le
analisi Xyr ha ottenuto la risposta per deduzione. Bueller ha dato la stessa
risposta corretta, ma poi ha ammesso di non aver idea di cosa fosse il
Consiglio Grayxiano. Lui aveva percepito che la risposta potesse essere solo
quella come per istinto. Ad ogni esame hanno ottenuto gli stessi risultati
partendo da presupposti diametralmente diversi. Evelin. sei sempre della tua
idea?”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Abbiamo
qualche alternativa? Reale alternativa? Chiamami sentimentale, ma da quando
sono diventata responsabile di questo progetto ho imparato a conoscerli. Stanno
migliorando, ma hanno bisogno di una piccola spinta.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Piccola
spinta? Beh, se questa per te è una piccola spinta non oso immaginare cosa
potrebbe succedere con un sonoro calcio nel sedere.”<br>
“Entrerebbero in orbita senza nave. Finiamo di visionare i filmati degli altri
del Progetto Hope, poi farò le mie valutazioni e ne parleremo alla riunione
dell’Ammiragliato. Computer, accedi alla registrazione Graahn 3.84.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-variant-caps:small-caps"> </span><br></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-caps:small-caps;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><b>Terra – San Francisco – Accademia della
Flotta Stellare - 19 Novembre 2395 - Ore 10:00</b></span><span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-caps:small-caps;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><b><br></b></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La piazza
antistante il monumento dedicato a Zefram Cochrane era gremita di cadetti.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Il motto <i>ex astris, scientia</i> troneggiava dietro
il palco.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Cadetti.
Siamo arrivati alla fine di <i>un</i>
viaggio, non del <i>vostro</i> viaggio. Quello
sta per cominciare e ve lo anticipo. Sarà fantastico. Ormai sie...”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Una lieve
gomitata attirò l’attenzione di Lon Basta seduto tra gli altri cadetti.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Certo che sei
sempre un musone. Anche oggi che dovrebbe essere un giorno felice non ti riesce
proprio di lasciarti andare.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Melanne sorrise
nel pronunciare quelle parole.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Cercò i suoi
amici in mezzo alla folla.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Erano tutti
arrivati alla fine dei corsi.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Chi alla fine
dei 4 anni come Tucci, lo stesso Basta, Doohan, Rest, Rodriguez.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Altri avevano
completato un percorso più lungo e avevano terminato il corso di Comando come
Ferris, Xyr, Luna.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Caytlin i suoi
due anni supplementari da Consigliere, mentre lei era ormai all'ottavo e ultimo
anno in Medicina.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“..... Cadetto
Browning, ecco il suo diploma e i suoi nuovi gradi da Guardiamarina.
Complimenti.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Era finita per
tutti.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Cosa li
aspettava da lì in poi era ancora un vero mistero. Lei si era guardata intorno,
aveva fatto alcune ricerche e anche qualche timida richiesta su possibili
assegnazioni.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“..... Cadetto
Tukesh, ecco il suo diploma e i suoi nuovi gradi da Guardiamarina. Complimenti.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Una nuova
nave, magari una Stazione. Aveva anche pensato di restare sulla Terra al Centro
Ricerche di Buenos Aires.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“..... Cadetto
Rest figlio di Retok, ecco il suo diploma e i suoi nuovi gradi da Tenente JG in
quanto risultato uno dei 10 migliori del suo corso. Complimenti.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La cerimonia
proseguì per altri 40 minuti con tutte le nomine di rito, sia per i cadetti sia
per chi, come lei, terminava i corsi di specializzazione.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Il Capit...
anzi, Ferris, li stava ora radunando.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Dopo alcuni
minuti tutti furono raccolti attorno a quello che per pochi mesi li aveva
guidati in alcune delle più assurde ed entusiasmanti missioni che dei cadetti
potessero ricordare.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Grazie e
complimenti a tutti. Ce l’avete fatta, non ne ho mai dubitato, ma soprattutto
che risultati! Siete stati tutti grandissimi. Vi ho riuniti un attimo perché ho
ricevuto l’incarico da parte dell’Ammiraglio Lennox di invitarvi tutti ad una
festa privata che si terrà questa sera verso le 21. Credo voglia ringraziarci
personalmente per aver partecipato al Progetto Hope. Ci vuole in divisa, quindi
la cosa sarà ufficiale. Ora, sciogliete le righe. Ci vediamo tutti stasera.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span> </span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-caps:small-caps;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><b>Terra – San Francisco – Sala d’attesa
ufficio Ammiraglio Evelin Lennox - 19 Novembre 2395 - Ore 21:00</b></span><span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-caps:small-caps;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><b><br></b></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Rodriguez fu
l’ultimo ad arrivare. Erano già tutti lì.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Bueller e
Jones stavano corteggiando come sempre la bella Caytlin, Tucci e Doohan stavano
leggendo qualcosa su un PADD, Lon Basta stava chiacchierando con la Dottoressa
Graahn mentre Xyr e Rest stavano attendendo in silenzio in un angolo della
stanza osservando alcune targhe appese.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Rodriguez si
unì al suo ex facente funzioni di Capitano.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Qualche minuto
dopo la porta dell’Ufficio di Lennox si aprì e l’Ammiraglio uscì sorridente e
cominciò a stringere le mani a tutti.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Benvenuti
Signori. Grazie di essere tutti qui. Volevo festeggiare ovviamente, ma anche
discutere con tutti voi un paio di cose. Non qui però. Prima di parlarvi volevo
mostrarvi una cosa.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Lennox sorrise
e toccò il suo comunicatore.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“11 da
teletrasportare.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Il tipico
pizzicorio del teletrasporto avvolse il gruppo che qualche istante dopo si
trovò a bordo di una navetta in orbita attorno alla Terra.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Lennox
appoggiò una mano sulla spalla del guardiamarina seduto al timone.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Se ci siamo
tutti possiamo procedere.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">In pochi
minuti la navetta li portò in orbita attorno a Marte e attraccò in una baia dei
cantieri di Utopia Planitia.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La curiosità
stava minando la tranquillità del gruppo.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Fu Bueller a
cercare di ottenere qualche informazione, ma Lennox gli fece cenno di aspettare
e di seguirla fuori dalla navetta.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Una decina di
minuti dopo Lennox li radunò in un’ampia sala dove ad attenderli c’erano un
paio di tavoli pieni di cibo e bevande, un altro tavolo coperto da un telo e
alcuni Ufficiali.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Capitano
Strauss!”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Bene bene
bene, ci siete tutti. Finalmente siete veri ufficiali e purtroppo per voi siete
entrati a pieno titolo nell’ingranaggio che porterà la Federazione ad affondare
a causa del grande complotto.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Rodriguez
sorrise.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Siamo anche
noi molto contenti di vederla Capitano”.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Un cameriere distribuì
a tutti un bicchiere di champagne con cui Lennox propose un brindisi.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Bene, capisco
la vostra curiosità e credo sia il momento di svelarvi perchè vi ho riuniti
qui. Nicholaus, vuoi fare gli onori?”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Strauss posò
il suo bicchiere e sollevò il telo che copriva il tavolo alla sua destra. Una
serie di scatole porta medaglie apparve su un panno blu con il logo della
Federazione. Lennox si avvicinò.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Beh, direi di
iniziare allora. Bueller, cominciamo da lei.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Ferris si
guardò curioso attorno poi si avvicinò all’Ammiraglio.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Con il potere
che mi è concesso dal Consiglio della Federazione Unita dei Pianeti e con il
beneplacito espresso da parte dell’Ammiragliato tutto, nomino per meriti sul
campo Ferris Bueller al grado di Tenente. Le motivazioni complete di questa
scelta e le referenze che ha ricevuto sono contenute nel file allegato. Si
avvicini. Questa medaglia e questi gradi sono meritati. Complimenti.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Bueller prese
dalle mani di Lennox il porta medaglia che conteneva il suo primo passo verso
il futuro.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Ora Tenente
non si monti la testa. Tutti i presenti sono stati scelti per un motivo o per
un altro a ricevere il suo stesso trattamento.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Un vociare
cominciò a riempire il silenzio della stanza.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“E prima che
lei lo chieda Xyr, ho controllato. Ho il potere di fare questo e altro. Ci sono
articoli che solo un Ammiraglio conosce e che lei potrà visionare quando
arriverà al mio grado. Se ne faccia una ragione.” <span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Al termine
della cerimonia 10 nuovi Tenenti si lustrarono gli occhi a vicenda con i loro luminosi
gradi sul colletto.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Alcune pacche
sulle spalle, qualche battuta e un paio di brindisi dopo, Evelin Lennox prese
di nuovo la parola.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Signori un
attimo di attenzione per favore. Vi ho portati qui per un motivo specifico e
credo sia il caso di mettere tutte le carte in tavola. Nicholaus puoi aprire
per cortesia la copertura alle finestre? Vorrei che i presenti vedessero
finalmente quello che abbiamo preparato.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Le paratie che
coprivano un’intera parete cominciarono ad aprirsi verso un bacino  di attracco dove una nave di Classe Intrepid
era ormeggiata.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Bueller e Xyr
si avvicinarono alla finestra.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Scherza
vero?”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Nessuno
scherzo Tenente Bueller. Può leggere per tutti noi quello che c’è scritto sulla
prua?”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“USS Hope NCC
25122-A......”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Ottimo. Ora, devo
dire che la decisione non è stata facile. Ho dovuto convincere diverse persone
che non ero completamente impazzita. L’appoggio da parte degli Ammiragli Crom e
Maelstrom ha spostato gli equilibri a mio favore.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La Lennox posò
il bicchiere che teneva in mano e intrecciò le mani dietro la schiena.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Signori. Il
Progetto Hope continua. La mia proposta è di riunirvi di nuovo tutti su una
nave un po’ più seria questa volta e di mandarvi fuori a farvi le ossa. Il
Capitano Strauss sarà a capo della nave, ma si defilerà nella gestione del bar
di prora, mentre Bueller e Xyr fungeranno da Primo e Secondo Ufficiale. In
realtà facente Funzioni di Capitano e Primo Ufficiale. Tutti gli altri
riprenderanno i vecchi ruoli che hanno ricoperto sulla prima Hope.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Strauss annuì
prima verso Lennox poi verso i ragazzi presenti nella stanza.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Ovviamente
non è un ordine in questo caso. Se prima eravate tutelati, ora sarete molto più
esposti e con gradi reali. Non voglio sia una decisione presa tanto per fare.
La vostra carriera potrà bloccarsi o decollare. Potrete scegliere senza
problemi di declinare la mia offerta e vi verranno comunicate altre
assegnazioni. Da parte mia avrete una raccomandazione per qualsiasi vostra
scelta.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Un boliano che
di solito assisteva l’Ammiraglio diede ad ogni Ufficiale un PADD.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Il mio
assistente ha appena fissato 15 minuti domani con ognuno di voi nel vostro
calendario. Su quei PADD l’assegnazione ufficiale che dovrete controfirmare per
accettazione con i vostri compiti. Entro domani però voglio una vostra
risposta. Positiva o negativa.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Con un gesto
della testa salutò i presenti e uscì dalla stanza lasciando 10 giovani coi loro
pensieri.<span></span></span></p>

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