<div dir="ltr"><font size="1">Che posso dire? </font><div><font size="1">Il brano mi è piaciuto molto e si, mi sarei aspettata una cosa simile da Xyr.. è molto da lei l'aver rifiutato ma l'aver comunque deciso di scrivere un bel paddino per ricordare come sia assolutamente necessario che qualcuno prenda il suo posto nel tener buono Bueller XD</font></div><div><font size="1">Bello, bello, bello</font></div></div><div class="gmail_extra"><br><div class="gmail_quote">Il giorno 11 marzo 2017 09:02, 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="auto"><div dir="auto"><p style="line-height:115%;margin:0pt 0pt 10pt;text-indent:0pt"><b style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;text-indent:0pt">Marte – Cantieri Utopia Planitia - 20 Novembre 2395 - Ore 02:00</b><br></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La sala riunioni dove si era svolta la festa era vuota da ore e completamente buia.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Le paratie alle finestre erano ancora sollevate.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">L’unico barlume di luce arrivava dai fari che circondavano il profilo della nuova Hope attraccata a poche centinaia di metri fuori dalla stanza.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr staccò per un attimo lo sguardo dalla nave e premette un tasto sul PADD.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La voce del dispositivo lesse per lei.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Elenco promozioni Xyr del Clan Clos:</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">- </span><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;font-style:italic;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><i>Guardiamarina</i></span><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"> conseguito presso Accademia della Flotta Stellare</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">- </span><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;font-style:italic;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><i>Tenente JG</i></span><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"> conseguito come uno dei migliori cadetti nella specializzazione ruoli di Comando</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">- </span><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;font-style:italic;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><i>Tenente</i></span><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"> conseguito per meriti sul campo per aver guidato la nave Hope in situazioni di pericolo e menzione specifica da parte dell’allora facente funzioni di Capitano Ferris Bueller.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">L’andoriana toccò un altro tasto sul PADD.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La voce riprese.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Assegnazione USS Hope NCC 25122-A con la funzione di Secondo Ufficiale Esecutivo. Le sue mansioni saranno di geSRTTFTRcrraaackkk...”</span><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><br></span><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Il PADD si frantumò con violenza contro il muro.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La rabbia aveva preso il sopravvento.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Tutto questo non aveva senso.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Si era impegnata al massimo delle sue possibilità. Aveva superato tutto e tutti. Aveva anche sopportato 5 mesi di pessima gestione sulla Hope. Eppure per la seconda volta avevano scelto lui e messo lei al secondo posto.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Forse si erano sbagliati la prima volta, ma ora sapevano con chi avevano a che fare. Sapevano che lei meritava quell’occasione.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Si incamminò furiosa verso la porta fermandosi sull’uscio.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Il PADD era a terra e piccole scintille provenienti dallo schermo ne determinavano la sua totale distruzione. Si avvicinò e si abbassò a raccoglierlo. Lo guardò ancora una volta e uscì dalla stanza.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><br></span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"></p><p style="line-height:115%;margin:0pt 0pt 10pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><b>Terra – Accademia Flotta Stellare - 20 Novembre 2395 - Ore 05:18</b></span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Era tornata sulla Terra da poche ore sfruttando una navetta che riportava indietro alcuni ingegneri addetti alle manutenzioni sui cantieri.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Aveva provato a fare due passi nel parco dell’Accademia, poi a riposare qualche minuto, ma nulla riusciva a rilassarla.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Alla fine aveva indossato abiti leggeri, si era chiusa in una delle sale ologrammi del Campus e aveva fatto partire un programma che ricreava un combattimento Ushaan andoriano.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Dopo un’altra ora dedicata a feroci scontri con diversi avversari aveva ceduto alla stanchezza e ai lividi.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Coricata a terra sul pavimento della sala ologrammi aveva ripreso a respirare regolarmente.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Computer, accedi a file Xyr alfa 3.5 e contemporaneamente a file Starfleet Technical Reference sottosezione 97 paragrafo dal 12 al 46. Proiezione del primo file su schermo virtuale. Il secondo usalo come ambiente.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La sala dalle pareti a quadri iniziò a cambiare e fu sostituita dalla plancia di una nave classe Intrepid. Su uno schermo virtuale comparvero le informazioni del suo ex equipaggio sulla Hope.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr cominciò a sfogliare i resoconti di quello che aveva raccolto durante i mesi sulla Hope mentre partì per il suo tour virtuale della nuova nave.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><br></span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"></p><p style="line-height:115%;margin:0pt 0pt 10pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><b>Terra – Accademia Flotta Stellare - 20 Novembre 2395 - Ore 11:07</b></span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Programma attivo.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Che programma? Questa sala ologrammi dovrebbe essere prenotata. C’è un’esercitazione fra 20 minuti. Computer sbloccare porta di accesso. Autorizzazione Hearth teta 5 sigma.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La porta della sala si aprì sotto l’ordine del professor Jonathan Hearth.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Una ventata di neve e una bassissima temperatura colpì l’attempato Ufficiale.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La stanza stava riproducendo un ambiente ostile coperto di neve e la cui temperatura era prossima ai – 25°C.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Un vento molto forte rendeva quasi impossibile la visuale.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">L’ambiente lo aveva colto di sorpresa. Hearth socchiuse gli occhi e si mise una mano davanti al viso per proteggersi.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Ad una decina di metri davanti a sè intravide una figura seduta a terra con la schiena appoggiata ad una roccia ricoperta di neve.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Ma che diavolo....”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Per un istante sembrò aguzzare la vista.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Consolle.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Una piccola colonna con un display in cima comparve accanto all’uomo. Hearth digitò qualcosa sul display e l’ambiente attorno a sè mutò. Per un metro attorno alla sua figura la neve smise di scendere e la temperatura si assestò sui 23°C. L’uomo si mosse nella sua bolla di tranquillità verso la figura seduta.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Xyr? Mi era sembrato fosse lei, ma con questo tempo non ne ero sicuro. Dove siamo?”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">L’andoriana era appoggiata alla parete con gli occhi chiusi.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“A casa.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Bel posticino. Chissà quanti ospiti.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Hearth guardò la giovane poi sospirò un attimo richiamando nuovamente la consolle. Digitò qualche comando sulla tastiera e una soffice poltrona comparve accanto a sè sempre circondata da una temperatura accettabile per la vita. Stava per chiudere la consolle poi ci ripensò e digitò qualche altro comando.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Un tavolino comparve vicino alla poltrona e sopra un grosso bicchiere contenente un liquido rossastro.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Un’altra breve esitazione, un altro veloce comando.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Nel bicchiere si materializzò un colorato ombrellino da cocktail. Soddisfatto dismise la consolle e si sedette sulla poltrona afferrando il bicchiere.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Ora va meglio. Questa sala è prenotata, lo sa guardiamarina?”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr non aprì gli occhi.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Esercitazione di diplomazia su civiltà ostile. Corso propedeutico per cadetti secondo anno. Docente: Comandante Jonathan Hearth. 11:30 – 13:30 ora San Francisco.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Hearth annuì alla frase di Xyr, poi bevve un sorso dal suo bicchiere. Uno sguardo di soddisfazione gli illuminò il volto.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Sono Tenente ora.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Tenente? Ma non si è diplomata ieri? Voi giovani correte troppo. Chissà come sarà invidiosa la sua nemesi. Come si chiamava? Bueller, giusto? Ha intenzione di liberarmi la stanza di oggi?”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr aprì finalmente gli occhi.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Hanno promosso anche lui.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Ah... beh, poco male. Fra qualche giorno vi manderanno su quadranti diversi e lei potrà rilassarsi mentre lui combinerà qualche danno su qualche nave. Ora possiamo liberare la stanza?”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Ci hanno assegnati alla stessa nave.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Hearth bloccò il secondo sorso prima di completarlo.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Oh... beh, vediamo il lato positivo. Potrà compilare terabyte di richiami ufficiali mentre lo beccherà a girare in mutande e calzini per i corridoi della nave. Tanto sarà in sezione cucina o pulizie come primo incarico.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Facente funzioni di capitano.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Hearth tossì il liquido appena bevuto.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Uh... beh, questa sarà bella da digerire. Beh magari non lo vedrà mai. Le navi sono spesso grandi come città. Per quel discorso di liberare la stanza?”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Sarò il suo Primo Ufficiale.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Coff coff oddio cough cough mi è finito pure nel naso coff coff!!! Ok, dopo questa direi che le lascio la stanza. Non si preoccupi, sposto il corso.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Hearth si alzò dalla sua poltrona imbottita e cominciò a dirigersi verso l’uscita.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr lo guardò per qualche istante.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Cosa devo fare professore?”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Il Comandante si fermò, incrociò le mani dietro la schiena.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Xyr, cosa le ho sempre detto quando veniva da me con dei dubbi?”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">L’andoriana piegò le gambe e le strinse al petto.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Di fare quello che mi diceva l’istinto o il cuore.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“E quando mi rispondeva che l’istinto o il cuore non sopperiranno mai ad una sana e chiara regola?”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Che non avrei mai dovuto rinunciare ai miei valori più profondi, anche se sepolti sotto noiose ed inutili scartoffie.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“E quando mi faceva notare che le scartoffie non erano mai inutili perchè portavano a vivere nell’ordine?”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Che era ora di andare a prendere un brandy sauriano perchè con me non c’era speranza e cominciava ad avere mal di testa?”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Hearth si voltò verso Xyr.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Davvero? Dicevo sempre così?”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr annuì.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Mmm... Beh, allora è tutto risolto.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr guardò per un attimo il suo superiore, poi le sfuggì una piccola risata.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Grazie professore.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Hearth le fece un inchino.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Xyr, lei sarà un grande Ufficiale. Lo pensiamo in molti qui dentro e se l’hanno scelta per il Progetto Hope ci sarà una ragione. Deve solo ricordarsi che le cose vanno affrontate anche da un altro punto di vista. Uno meno sicuro. Le Regole la rendono sicura e forte. La proteggono, la rendono quello che è. Non la devono rendere quello che può essere. Si ricordi che anche nel disordine si può trovare l’ordine supremo.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr guardò Hearth con un viso pensieroso.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Licanio il Censore di Solertex III?”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Chi? No, l’ho letto in quei biglietti che ti danno mentre mangi quei dolci al bar dell’Accademia. Beh, buona fortuna.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">La porta si aprì e poi si chiuse appena Hearth uscì dalla stanza.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><br></span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"></p><p style="line-height:115%;margin:0pt 0pt 10pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><b>Terra – Accademia Flotta Stellare - Ufficio Ammiraglio Evelin Lennox - 20 Novembre 2395 - Ore 14:59</b></span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“È in anticipo Tenente.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">L’Ammiraglio si alzò per stringere la mano a Xyr.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Prego si sieda. Gradisce qualcosa da bere?”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">L’andoriana rimase in piedi immobile.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“No Signore, grazie. Non mi tratterrò molto.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Diretta come sempre. Come preferisce. Bene allora, la sua risposta?”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr guardò i due PADD che teneva in mano. Forse per qualche secondo di troppo.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“La mia risposta è no. La ringrazio per l’opportunità, ma preferisco essere assegnata ad un’altra nave. Su questo PADD troverà le mie richieste. C’è un posto libero sulla USS Warpath come responsabile dei contatti con la Federazione e uno sulla USS Bethany come Coordinatore turni.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Lennox guardò il PADD.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">L’andoriana proseguì.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Questa invece è una richiesta. Potrebbe far avere al Capitano Strauss e al Tenente Bueller questo PADD? Ho raccolto tutte le informazioni relative ai futuri membri dell’equipaggio della Hope. Ho analizzato gli ambienti tramite una simulazione e evidenziato pro e contro di ogni membro. Troveranno delle indicazioni per poter aumentare l’efficienza di ogni sezione. Ci sono anche suggerimenti su diversi spostamenti di funzione rispetto al primo imbarco sulla Hope.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Lennox sfogliò le informazioni sul PADD.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Mmm... Bueller l’ha lasciato al ruolo di... diciamo... Capitano con un ottimo giudizio espresso su un’intera pagina.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“La prego di andare alla pagina successiva.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Lennox toccò il PADD.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Ah ecco.... mi pareva. Addirittura? Xyr!!”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">L’andoriana assunse una posa marziale.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Con il suo permesso Ammiraglio vorrei congedarmi fino a nuovi ordini.”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Lennox unì le mani e le poggiò sulla scrivania.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“Può andare....”</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Xyr salutò ed uscì dalla stanza.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Evelin Lennox si appoggiò allo schienale della poltrona.</span></p><p style="line-height:100%;margin:0pt;text-indent:0pt"><span dir="ltr" style="font-family:calibri;font-size:10pt;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(34,34,34);background-image:none;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">“....per ora.”</span></p></div><div dir="auto"><br></div><br><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature">==============================<wbr>======<br>Tenente Xyr del Clan Clos<br></div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">Private communicator: <a href="mailto:keranydd@gmail.com" target="_blank">keranydd@gmail.com</a><br>==============================<wbr>======<br>“fatti non foste a viver come bruti, ma per seguir virtute e canoscenza" - Alighieri Dante<br>“....e il regolamento” – Xyr del Clan Clos<br>    </div></div>
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