<div dir="ltr">Il brano <a href="http://www.starfleetitaly.it/starfleetitaly/fleetyards/Wayfarer/main.php?include=viewlogs_2.php&missione=136&viewlog=2">è online</a>.<div><br></div><div>Michele</div></div><div class="gmail_extra"><br><div class="gmail_quote">Il giorno 24 giugno 2017 11:00, Capt. Michael L. Kiron <span dir="ltr"><<a href="mailto:michaelkiron@gmail.com" target="_blank">michaelkiron@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"><div class="gmail_extra"><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Ho dato una sistematina qua e là ...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">==============================<wbr>==========<br>
TITOLO: 15.02 - Spoiler?<br>
PRECEDENTE: 15.01 – Il pianeta fantasma<br>
AUTORE: Michele / Kiron<br>
LUOGHI: Albatross I<br>
==============================<wbr>==========<span></span></span></p>

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">***FLASHBACK***<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Albatross I, poco lontano dal centro
abitato di Albatross City<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">03/06/2397, Ore 20.15 - D.S. 73423.08<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif"> <span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Moltissime erano le stelle che, con la
complicità di una notte priva di antagonisti molto più luminosi, pigolavano tra
le fronde discontinue degli alberi di alto fusto e sopra le teste dell’away
team.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Avvolti da quella stessa complicità,
il gruppo di ufficiali della Federazione muoveva furtivamente i propri passi in
direzione del centro abitato sotto la guida spigliata, ma sempre vigile, del
Tenente Comandante Wu. Ai suoi lati due uomini della sicurezza facevano strada
assieme a lei al resto del gruppo, altri due in posizione arretrata ne chiudevano
la formazione.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Improvvisamente un alito di vento
spirò tra gli alberi, profondo come il respiro di una grande creatura sopita in
un sonno ancestrale, gonfiandone le fronde e facendone danzare per un attimo le
foglie caduche che fino a poco prima giacevano inermi ai loro piedi.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif"><span> </span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Wu si arrestò immediatamente e con lei
il resto della squadra. Sfruttando la visione notturna dei suoi impianti ottici
cibernetici diede un rapido sguardo nei dintorni senza rilevare nulla di
rilevante.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif"> <span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“E’ stata solo una folata di
vento...nulla di cui preoccuparsi ...”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Sarà, Comandante Wu, ma continuo ad
avere avvertire una strana sensazione...”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Il mio tricoder continua a non
rilevare altre forme di vita se non le nostre … magari è semplicemente una suggestione
…”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“La Dottoressa potrebbe aver ragione,
Consigliere … magari quel film oloricostruito di quel famoso regista del
ventesimo secolo - di cui non ricordo il nome - che ci ha fatto vedere il
Capitano l’altra sera le sta giocando un qualche scherzo …”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Comandante Rumar, sta parlando di me
… o di lei?!” Rispose sarcasticamente Erjn “Perché, a dirgliela tutta, ho visto
olofilm veramente impressionanti e la notte ho comunque dormito come un
angioletto…”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Ammetto che questa condizione di
solitudine unita a questa ultima folata di vento mi ci hanno fatto pensare …ma
era solamente un film …e comunque non volevo offenderla … ” Minimizzo Rumar,
sorridendo.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">"Non mi sono offesa, Comandante
... ci mancherebbe..."<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Di che olofilm state parlando?”
Chiese incuriosita la Squiretaker.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“The happening … Un film di
fantascienza del regista Shymalan…”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Uhm … Mai sentito nominare.”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Ci credo! E’ un regista del ventesimo
secolo terrestre … come sa, il Capitano Kiron ha la passione per … 'l’archeologia”
Ironizzò Erjn “e, galvanizzato dal ritrovamento di questo reperto storico della
filmografia della Terra negli archivi di bordo, l’altra sera ci ha invitato
alla oloproiezione ...”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Fortunatamente ero di turno.”
Commentò Wu.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Anche io … Mi chiedo che cosa ci si
possa trovare in un film di fantascienza di qualche secolo fa con dischi
volanti e alieni improbabili … senza contare poi che gli effetti speciali sono ‘preistorici’
...”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“No Dottoressa, niente dischi volanti
e niente alieni … e anche gli effetti speciali erano in verità minimi … più che
un film di fantascienza, era un thriller psicologico barra fantascientifico …
devo dire che non era male, anzi ...“<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Tanto non penso che lo vedrò mai,
quindi non c’è pericolo di spoiler … qual era la trama?!?” Chiese la
Squiretaker cercando di far finta di non essere poi così tanto interessata.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Qualcosa di inspiegabile ed
indefinito presente nell’aria del pianeta Terra, forse innescato dal respiro
delle piante, spinge i suoi abitanti a suicidarsi nei modi più cruenti…e
altrettanto inspiegabilmente, così come era arrivato, sparisce … quasi come se
il pianeta volesse dare un avvertimento ai terrestri di quel periodo storico
che con le loro attività ne stavano compromettendo la salute …”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“O come se il pianeta stesse
sviluppando degli anticorpi per controllare o addirittura debellare l’infezione
‘umana’ …” Aggiunse Kublik<span></span></span></p>

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Il silenzio che ne seguì fu quasi
assordante. <span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif"> <span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Ok, ok … Se siete interessati, al
ritorno a bordo potremmo chiedere al Capitano di riorganizzare un’oloproiezione
de The Happening...” Minimizzò Rumar “ Ora però direi che possiamo proseguire
verso il centro abitato ... ”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Sì, Signore.” Rispose prontamente Wu e, dopo aver fatto cenno ai suoi uomini, il gruppo si rimise in cammino.<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Intanto la dottoressa Squiretaker
riprese ad armeggiare con il suo tricorder e tornò ad analizzare i parametri
ambientali.<span></span></span></p>

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Quindi se siamo le uniche forme di
vita animali su Albatross I, non sono spariti soltanto gli abitanti del pianeta
… ma anche i mostri a cui gli Albatrosiani facevano riferimento nel messaggio
di soccorso.” Ragionò sottovoce il Consigliere Kublik  avvicinandosi alla
Dottoressa “Sempre che non fossero vittime di allucinazioni collettive come nel
film di Shymalan.”<span></span></span></p>

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Consigliere, ma è proprio sicura che
quel film non l'abbia suggestionata?”<span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Assolutamente ... però converrà con
me che a volte la realtà sa superare la fantasia…” e aggiunse “<a href="http://aforismi.meglio.it/aforisma.htm?id=20ba" target="_blank"><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);text-decoration-line:none">Ci sono più cose in cielo e in terra,
Vanessa, di quante ne sogni la tua filosofia.</span></a> Teniamo gli occhi, le
orecchie e il cuore ben aperti …”<span class="HOEnZb"><font color="#888888"><span></span></font></span></span></p><span class="HOEnZb"><font color="#888888"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;background-image:initial;background-position:initial;background-size:initial;background-repeat:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif"><br></span></p></font></span></div><span class="HOEnZb"><font color="#888888">-- <br><div class="m_31504241120961517m_6341501095472576140m_-4041098236970788447gmail_signature"><div>==============================<wbr>======</div><div>OOOO</div><div>Captain Michael Lucius Kiron</div><div>Commander USS Wayfarer NCC-62925</div><div>ICQ Combadge: 126295405</div><div>Private comunicator:  <a href="mailto:michaelkiron@gmail.com" target="_blank">michaelkiron@gmail.com</a></div><div>Webmaster <a href="http://gioco.net/startrek/wayfarer" target="_blank">http://gioco.net/startrek/wayf<wbr>arer</a></div><div>==============================<wbr>=====</div><div>"Set course for the last star and beyond</div><div>      ...to the centre of life." </div></div>
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