<div dir="ltr">Bello bello bello! <div>Complimenti :)</div><div><br></div><div>Silvia</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 26 aprile 2017 10:13, 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">Scusate....<div>Direi che questa è l'ultima volta che accetto il turno quando so di essere sommerso di lavoro ^_^</div><div>Sicuramente troverete casini, errori e facezie varie.</div><div>Spero di non aver messo troppo nei guai chi scriverà dopo di me....</div><div><br></div><div>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">USS Hope – Plancia<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"><br></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 sala era
illuminata fiocamente dalle luci di emergenza.<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 silenzio
innaturale permeava l’area.<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 aprì
lentamente gli occhi. Cercò di alzarsi, ma una sensazione di nausea la investì
consigliandole di mantenere la posizione supina fino a nuovo ordine del suo
corpo.<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">Passarono
quelli che per lei sembrarono decenni, poi si forzò di mettersi seduta.<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’intermittenza
delle luci accresceva esponenzialmente il mal di testa che la stava stordendo.<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 guardò
intorno.<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 vista era
annebbiata.<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’ambiente era
disseminato di macchie nere con sfumature rosse e gialle. C’era forse anche del
blu, ma non ne era sicura.<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">Scosse la
testa per cercare di mettere a fuoco.<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">Man mano che i
suoi occhi ripresero a funzionare le macchie presero la forma di corpi.<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 era
riversa in modo aggraziato sulla sua poltrona. Sembrava un angelo addormentato.
Anche in quell’occasione intravide il sorriso che tanto turbava l'andoriana.
Stava respirando rilassata.<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">Lentamente si
voltò verso lo schermo principale. Jones era al timone, anche lei accasciata.
Le mani erano salde sui tasti del 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">Qualcosa nello
schermo non stava funzionando. Ci avrebbe pensato dopo.<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 in piedi. Contemporaneamente anche Basta e Rest stavano riprendendo una
posizione eretta per quanto doloranti.<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">Uno sguardo
tra di loro e un leggero movimento della testa assicurò che tutto era a posto.<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 mente tornò
lentamente funzionante.<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 fece
qualche passo per la plancia ancora non propriamente stabile.<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 sua mente
le stava urlando qualcosa, ma non riusciva ancora a connettere per ascoltarla.<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 quello
che desiderava adesso era che le luci smettessero di lampeggiare.<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, le
luci. Falle smettere.”<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">=^=Prego
ripeeeeeeetere richiiiiesta.=^=<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 scosse la
testa.<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?”<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 brivido le
corse lungo 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">Quell’immagine
che cercava di farsi largo nella sua mente scossa, la colpì all’improvviso.<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 voltò verso
la sua poltrona, ma soprattutto verso quella di Bueller.<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 voragine
luminosa ne aveva preso il posto. Osservò meglio con il fiato in gola.<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">Mancava tutta
una parte della plancia. A partire dallo schermo fino alla postazione di
Rodriguez passando per la poltrona di Bueller e per la sua.<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 parte
della plancia era stata tagliata via in senso longitudinale.<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 parte mancante
aveva approssimativamente un diametro di due metri di larghezza, ma era lunga
tutta la plancia.<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....”<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 struttura
della nave rimaneva intatta, era come se fosse slegata dal resto della nave, ma
parte integrante della stessa.<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 si
avvicinò alla fenditura mentre Rest la stava già analizzando con un tricorder.<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">“Comandante. Percepisco
qualcosa provenire dall’interno. Non mi è chiaro. Non riesco a focalizzarmi
come vorrei.”<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
concentrazione di tachioni è...”<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">Rest si
interruppe per qualche secondo, poi con una precisa logica posò il tricorder e
ne afferrò un altro puntandolo allo stesso fenomeno.<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">Di nuovo in
silenzio, poi questa volta senza una precisa logica diede qualche piccolo
colpetto sullo strumento.<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">“Rest?”<br>
“Mi scusi Comandante. Direi che la concentrazione di tachioni è fuori scala.
Gli strumenti non riescono a quantificare il fenomeno.”<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">“Vedo qualcosa
all’interno.”<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 voce di
Caytlin fece sobbalzare Xyr che non se l’aspettava esattamente dietro di 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">“Consigliere
sta bene?”<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">“Sì sì, solo
un po’ intontita. Voi non vedete muoversi qualcosa all’interno? Qualcuno più
che qualcosa.”<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 si
avvicinò ancora di più e anche Xyr fece lo stesso.<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’interno
della fenditura intravidero qualcosa. Forse il Consigliere aveva ragione. Più
che qualcosa forse qualcuno.<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">“Qualcuno
riesce a far smettere questa maledetta intermittenza delle luci? Voglio la
plancia attiva. Immediatamente! Rodriguez, dove diamine è Rodriguez quando
serve?”<br>
Immediatamente Xyr si ricordò che la fenditura aveva colpito anche la consolle
del Capo Ops.<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
tuttavia smisero di lampeggiare e la plancia tornò alla sua consueta atmosfera.<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 si guardò
intorno curiosa.<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">Rest
continuava a monitorare con il tricorder, Basta e Caytlin stavano parlottando
guardando la fenditura da diverse inclinazioni, mentre Luna si stava
massaggiando una spalla dolorante guardando la sua consolle illuminarsi in modo
strano.<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 aveva
fatto alcunché.<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">“Che cosa è
successo?”<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 domanda di
Xyr era più un pensiero ad alta voce che una richiesta.<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">“Ho bypassato
i gel bioneurali dirigendo l’energia alla sottosezione 34. Nello stesso tempo
il riflusso di informazioni l’ho proiettato attraverso un filtro H8J9 che si
trova proprio lì vicino al timone. Nel frattempo....”<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">“Tucci?”<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 aveva
riconosciuto la voce, ma non riusciva a vedere l’Ufficiale Scientifico da
nessuna parte.<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">“Qui... qui...
qui....”<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">Dei rumori
come di piccoli salti al di là della fenditura.<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">“...Tucci è
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">“Sono
dall’altra parte della bolla tachionica. Dall’altra parte della plancia. Qui...
qui... qui... Mi vedete?”<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 si portò
una mano sul viso.<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">“Tucci, lei
vede noi?”<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 breve
silenzio.<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">“No
Comandante, come posso vedervi se c’è di mezzo questa co... ah, giusto. Non
potete vedermi nemmeno voi. Mi sembra una valutazione corretta.”<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">“Tucci, cosa
sta succedendo. Come siamo finiti in questa situazione? Aspetti. Prima cosa. In
che situazione siamo?”<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">“Ecco, direi
che c’è stato un mancato allineamento temporale. Sicuramente quando abbiamo
scambiato la traccia temporale con la Esperanza le due navi non erano
perfettamente in sincrono e alcune parti dello scudo hanno mantenuto la traccia
precedente."<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
ricontrollato i calcoli una dozzina di volte. Non c'erano errori. La Esperanza
aveva i dati e le capacità per mimare i nostri movimenti come richiesto."<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
signor Rest ha ragione, eppure qualcosa di impercettibile deve essere stato
eseguito in modo errato. Comunque alla fine ci siamo trovati ad avere una bolla
tachionica in plancia. Niente di che, l'importante é non toccarla."<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 ritrasse
immediatamente la mano ormai troppo vicina alla bolla.<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
può navigare in queste condizioni?"<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" 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">"Tucci?"<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">"Da
un'analisi sommaria direi di si."<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 voce
dell'ufficiale scientifico era esattamente alle sue spalle e la colse di nuovo
di sorpresa.<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">"Per
Andor!!! Tucci, come c'è arrivato di qui?"<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">"Teletrasporto.
Vado a parlare con Doohan. A dopo."<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">"Aspetti.
Il 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">"Il
Capitano é il tenente Bueller...."<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 fissò Tucci.<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">Tucci fissò Basta.<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">Lon fece un
piccolo gesto con la mano come per suggerire al suo amico di proseguire e
contemporaneamente mosse le labbra per dire un silenzioso <i>Dov'è Bueller? </i><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">"Oh....
giusto. Il Capitano é nella bolla tachionica. É da qualche parte nel tempo. In
pratica quando il tenente Jones ci ha fatti passare attraverso la faccia che
portava nel 2314 non tutta la nave era pronta per questo passaggio."<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 tornò
inconsciamente a respirare. Si era accorta di aver nuovamente trattenuto il
fiato durante l'ultima spiegazione di Tucci.<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
Rodriguez erano vivi. Questa era la notizia buona.<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 aveva idea
di come recuperarli. Questa era la notizia cattiva. <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 fece
qualche passo verso la bolla istintivamente come per avvicinarsi a Tucci anche
solo virtualmente.<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 si stava
abituando a Tucci. Era ormai quasi certa di riuscire a sopire in ogni occasione
l'istinto omicida che il terrestre faceva nascere costantemente in 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">"Anno?"<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 valori
non sono chiari ma siamo certamente nel 2314. Direi qualche giorno prima della
scomparsa della Esperanza. Forse meno. Le saprò dire qualcosa di esatto fra
poco."<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
Rest. Definiamo delle priorità. Signor Basta mi serve un'analisi dettagliata
dei danni e delle risorse disponibili. Tenente Jones, siamo un'anomalia
temporale. Scelga una rotta e porti la Hope in una zona di spazio sicura.
Sensori attivi e allarme giallo. Siamo la nave con la miglior tecnologia del
settore. Nessuno deve sapere che siamo qui e possiamo individuare chiunque con
un minimo anticipo, ma le anomalie elettromagnetiche della zona possono falsare
i valori dei sensori. Nel frattempo cerchi anche un'area favorevole ad attuare
il piano folle del Capitano per farci tornare nel nostro tempo. Rest,
Consigliere con me in sala tattica. Dobbiamo definire la miglior strategia
possibile. Jones a lei la plancia."<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'equipaggio
si mise all'opera.<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 diede
un'occhiata alla zona dove avrebbe dovuto esserci la poltrona del Primo
Ufficiale. Quando la Hope aveva attraversato la barriera, lei era in piedi
vicino alla postazione tattica e non al suo posto. Ora sarebbe nella bolla
insieme a Bueller, Rodriguez e chissà quanti altri membri dell'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">Un altro
barlume di lucidità la colpì e il pensiero della sua palese mancanza la fece
star male.<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 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">=^=Xyr, cosa
sta succedendo? Mi stanno arrivando segnalazioni da tutti i ponti. Amnesia,
difficoltà di deambulazione, traumi da cadute. Ci sono anche episodi di
allucinazioni. Diversi casi di dejavu.=^=<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
sentì per un breve istante sopraffatta. La sua tipica rigidità caratteriale
aveva preso il sopravvento da quando aveva ripreso i sensi. Il suo unico
pensiero era stato alla nave e alla gestione delle operazioni di ripristino.
Era la procedura e inconsciamente l'aveva seguita. Le persone sulla Hope, la loro
situazione, la loro salute. Non era stato il suo primo pensiero. A malapena se
n'era ricordata. Bueller avrebbe prima pensato all'equipaggio e poi a tutto il
resto.<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">"Appena
le saprò dire di più la contatterà Dottoressa. Mi mandi un resoc....Le sarei
grata mi tenesse informata sulle situazioni più gravi. Grazie. Xyr
chiudo."<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 avviò
pensierosa verso la sala tattica.<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">"Comandante.
Chiedo il permesso di modificare il transponder della 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">Xyr fermò per
un attimo il suo avanzare osservando 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">"Cosa ha
in mente Tenente?"<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
nel 2314 e praticamente in territorio klingon. Se i nostri sensori dovessero
fallire e fossimo individuati da qualcuno, beh, meglio pensino ad uno strano sparviero
Klingon piuttosto che ad una nave della Federazione."<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
individuati da altri klingon potremmo passare inosservati, se individuati dalla
Federazione non dovremmo essere attaccati. Le navi hanno l'ordine di non
ingaggiare. L'analisi del Tenente Jones é solida."<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 concordò
con Rest, fece un cenno di assenso al timoniere e proseguì.<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">"Tucci.
Qui Xyr. Fra 60 minuti la voglio in sala tattica con la soluzione su come
recuperare i membri nella bolla tachionica e su come sistemare la
situazione."<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">=^=60 minuti?
Mah...=^=<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">"Ha
ragione, non c'è tempo. Prepari tutto in 40 minuti. Xyr chiudo."<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" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;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">USS Hope – Sala tattica - 3 marzo 2314 ore 15:38<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10pt;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"><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 ha
ragione di esistere fuori dal suo tempo. Finché non sovrapponiamo le curve
temporali della Hope e della bolla, qualsiasi cosa all'interno della stessa
resta sospesa in un limbo. Non sono più nel 2396 e non sono ancora nel 2314."<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 suoi
calcoli Tucci erano corretti?"<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">"Fino
all'ottava decimale in un'equazione che ne prevedeva tre di decimali. Ho
riletto i dati registrati dal nostro database. La Esperanza non ha eseguito
volutamente le specifiche richieste come concordato."<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">"Volutamente?"<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 smise
di sorseggiare la sua bevanda per esprimere la sua sorpresa.<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, se
osservate il datalog delle operazioni, mentre allineavamo gli scudi, la
procedura automatica é stata bypassata con un ordine diretto del Capitano
Coleman."<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">"D'accordo,
penseremo alla Esperanza appena tornati nel nostro tempo. Basta,
situazione?"<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">"47
dispersi, 12 casi non gravi in infermeria ma la Dottoressa Graahn insiste
perché non tornino in servizio, 1 ponte inutilizzabile, 2 navette coinvolte.
Comandante, tra i dispersi c'è anche il 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">"Lo
sapevo Basta, grazie. Ho già provato a contattare Strauss più volte. Ora Tucci,
sta a lei. Come ne usciamo? Massima priorità al recupero dell'equipaggio. Il
Tenente Jones ci ha portati in una zona dove le interferenze elettromagnetiche
non dovrebbero farci individuare. Credo si possa lavorare in
tranquill...."<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 forte colpo
scosse lo scafo.<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">"Plancia,
che succede?"<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
finiti in mezzo ad una serie di esplosioni provocate da dei siluri fotonici.
Manovra evasiva.=^=<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 si alzò di
scatto.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><i><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Meno male che dovevamo stare tranquilli.<span></span></span></i></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">"Scudi
alzati, allarme rosso. Arriviamo in plancia."<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, seguita
da Rest, Basta e Caytlin entrò in plancia giusto per essere gettata a terra da
un'altra forte scossa.<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">"Situazione!"<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 campo
di asteroidi in cui ho nascosto la Hope sta amplificando in qualche modo delle
esplosioni che coinvolgono due... no tre navi. Dannate interferenze
elettromagnetiche! Le letture non sono per niente chiare."<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 si diresse
istintivamente verso la poltrona del Capitano bloccandosi all'improvviso
davanti alla bolla.<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 poltrona
era nella fenditura, ma qualcosa era cambiato nell'aspetto dell'anomalia.<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">"Tucci.
Non aveva detto che la bolla era stabile?"<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'ufficiale
scientifico avvicinò un tricorder.<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">"Questi
scossoni non vanno bene. Sta perdendo coesione. Molto interessante. Ho letto di
come un afflusso di tachioni può sopportare...."<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">"Tucci!
Che Andor mi aiuti! La Hope è in pericolo?"<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,
esploderemo non appena la coesione quantica della bolla verrà a mancare. Approssimativamente
fra una quindicina di minuti se prendiamo altre scosse come questa. Fra 20 se
invece non ne prendiamo."<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 afferrò
ancora più forte il corrimano.<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
buona notizia?"<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. Ho
un'idea su come far ritornare nella nostra linea temporale la bolla e salvare
il Capitano. Non l'avevo detto? Devo solo capire come fare."<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 si ritrovò
un sorriso isterico sul volto.<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">"Jones,
ha sentito Tucci? Ci dia quei 5 minuti di speranza. Rest. Quelle navi che
stanno combattendo? Chi sono?"<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 vulcaniano
sollevò brevemente un sopracciglio.<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
delle navi ci sta chiamando. O almeno sta mandando un messaggio su una
frequenza non federale. É un B'rel."<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">=^=Nave
klingon sconosciuta. I nostri comunicatori sono fuori uso. Spero che questo
messaggio subspaziale vi raggiunga. Sono Tanas della Casata di Rannuf. A bordo
ho 30 ragazzini. Siamo fuggiti da Dertibed, seconda luna di Ganalda IV. I loro
genitori hanno combattuto con onore per metterli in salvo. La nave della
Federazione li ha attaccati di sorpresa dall'orbita. É stata una strage. I
ragazzi non ne possono nulla di questa guerra. Sono ancora troppo giovani per
lo Sto'vo'kor. Lo sparviero ci sta proteggendo ma é pesantemente
danneggiatbrrrr.=^=<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">"Comandante.
Le confermo che su quella nave klingon ci sono 34 persone, tutte di fisiologia
klingon. Direi che dai dati la loro percentuale di sopravvivenza é del 12.3%.
Lo sparviero ha solo il 4%."<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 luce sullo
schermo confermó l'analisi del vulcaniano e la distruzione dello sparviero di
supporto.<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">"Sono
attaccati da una nave della Federazione. Comandante. Dal numero di registro é
la Esperanza."<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
voltò verso Rest.<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 Esperanza
stava cacciando la nave klingon. C'erano regole e convenzioni che impedivano ad
una nave federale un simile atteggiamento, guerra o non guerra.<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, dai
diari della Esperanza non risulta alcuno scontro, ma da quelli personali di
Coleman si. Sembra che il Capitano si sia premunito di modificare i diari
ufficiali. Emerge anche chiaro il suo odio verso i klingon."<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 guardò per
un istante Caytlin dopo averla sentita 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">"Come
facciamo ad avere i diari della Esperanza? Soprattutto quelli personali
dell'equipaggio.... non dica nulla. 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">Il consigliere
sorrise sorniona.<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">"Hanno
distrutto le due navi?<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">"No, sembra
che una terza nave klingon li abbia costretti alla fuga dopo aver ingaggiato
uno scontro. La Esperanza si é trovata senza sensori e con gli scudi al limite.
Risulta anche che per un attimo la nave abbia cessato di rispondere ai comandi.
Per salvarsi sono fuggiti finendo nella zona di spazio dove li abbiamo
trovati."<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 guardò in
terra pensierosa, poi verso la postazione dove avrebbe dovuto esserci Bueller. <span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><i><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">Cosa avrebbe fatto lui?<span></span></span></i></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 Direttiva
Temporale le impediva qualsiasi intervento, eppure qui intorno non risultavano
altre navi klingon. Quella che la Hope aveva distrutto nel dodecaedro e che
inseguiva la Esperanza poteva essere finita nel dodecaedro in qualsiasi
momento, precedente o successivo. Poteva non centrare nulla con quella che
aveva spinto la Esperanza fuori tempo. A meno che...<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 avvicinò
alla postazione di Tucci.<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 le
serve per riallineare la Hope e la bolla tachionica?"<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. Mi
servirebbe la traccia temporale della Esperanza dopo essere passata nella sua
faccia del dodecaedro..."<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
la boa lanciata dalla Esperanza, recuperata e messa nella stiva. Potrebbe non
aver subito modifiche sostanziali con lo scambio di tracce temporali."<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">"Poi mi
servirebbe la copia della corretta armonica degli scudi usati dalla
Esperanza."<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
l'originale."<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">Tucci si
grattó pensieroso il mento.<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. Ci
servirebbe riprodurre lo scambio di traccia temporale, ma vorrebbe dire una
collaborazione della Esperanza."<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 soppesó le
sue 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">"Una
collaborazione forse no, però.... Consigliere, in quel fascicolo recuperato da
Rodriguez ci dovrebbero essere i codici di controllo della nave.
Corretto?"<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
sfogliò i file.<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">"Direi di
si. Come faceva a sapere che c'erano?"<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">"Comincio
a conoscere Rodriguez. Ora voglio che tutti voi eseguiate senza esitazione i
miei ordini. Nessun commento o iniziativa personale. Quello che succederà fra
poco va contro 17 paragrafi e una sottosezione della Direttiva Temporale.
Qualsiasi cosa succeda voi non verrete coinvolti se non da miei diretti
ordini."<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal"><i><span style="font-size:10pt;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial">E maledizione a te Bueller.<span></span></span></i></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">Gli ufficiali
di plancia guardarono il loro ufficiale in comando.<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">"Jones,verifichi
che il trasponder ci identifichi come klingon poi si avvicini allo scontro
sfruttando la nostra velocità. Basta, appena siamo a distanza minima per far
fuoco, scagli quello che é necessario per danneggiare la Esperanza. Punti ai
sensori e riduca i loro scudi al minimo. Non devono capire che siamo noi. Tucci,
si prepari ad eseguire la stessa operazione agli scudi che abbiamo tentato di
eseguire con la Esperanza per lo scambio di traccia."<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">Seppur
dubbiosi gli ufficiali eseguirono i compiti loro assegnati.<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 portò la
Hope sull'angolo cieco della Esperanza.<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 piazzó
due siluri fotonici sugli scudi collassandoli e disattivó con i phaser i
sensori accecando la nave di classe Constellation.<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">Tutta
l'operazione portò via solo qualche minuto. C'era ancora tempo.<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">"Consigliere,
la prego di lasciarmi la sua postazione e la prego di scordarsi aperto il
fascicolo sulla Esperanza."<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 si
alzò, mise una mano sul braccio di Xyr e sorrise all'andoriana.<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">"Tenente
Jones. Siamo nelle sue mani. Appena la Esperanza comincerà la sua fuga, lei
deve inseguire e stargli così attaccata che i nostri scudi dovranno toccare i
loro."<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 si
scrocchió le mani e fece un occhiolino a Xyr. Di rimando ricevette uno sguardo
di fuoco.<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">Come previsto,
o forse esattamente come già successo, la Esperanza tentó una manovra di
sganciamento. Luna parti immediatamente all'inseguimento. Le capacità di
manovra della classe Intrepid erano già di per sé superiori alla Constellation,
ma sommate all'abilitá di Luna non lasciarono scampo alla Esperanza.<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 digitò
diversi comandi sulla sua tastiera. Poi si rivolse a Tucci.<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">"Tenente,
sulla sua consolle ha il comando temporaneo degli scudi della Esperanza. Faccia
la sua magia."<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">Tucci rimase
imbambolato per qualche istante.<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">"Come ha
fatto. Oh. Capisco. Ci saranno delle conseguenze temo. Il riallineamento
potrebbe essere pericoloso a questa velocità."<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">Tucci mosse le
mani più velocemente possibile. Sul suo schermo i due scudi apparvero
sovrapposti per un attimo. Poi tutto cominciò ad esplodere in plancia.<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 si
arrestò di colpo mentre la Esperanza si allontanó.<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 vide con
la coda dell'occhio sparire la vecchia nave federale. Era entrata nel
dodecaedro. Poi qualcosa esplose accanto a lei e tutto fu buio.<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">Due braccia la
sollevarono da 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">"Xyr, Xyr
sveglia. Mi senti? Graahn in plancia. Emergenza medica. Che diamine è successo
alla mia nave? Cosa vuol dire siamo alla deriva? Perchè quel pianeta si sta
avvicinando così velocemente alla 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">Il Primo
Ufficiale della Hope aprì gli occhi.<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 la
stava sostenendo. Xyr accennó un 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">"Capitano
in plancia..."<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 tutto fu di
nuovo buio.<span></span></span></p></div><div><br></div></div>
<br>______________________________<wbr>_________________<br>
Stml17 mailing list<br>
<a href="mailto:Stml17@gioco.net">Stml17@gioco.net</a><br>
<a href="http://gioco.net/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/stml17" rel="noreferrer" target="_blank">http://gioco.net/cgi-bin/<wbr>mailman/listinfo/stml17</a><br>
<br></blockquote></div><br></div>