<div dir="ltr">Grazie per avermelo ricordato ... modifico direttamente online.<div><br></div><div>Michele</div><div class="gmail_extra"><br><div class="gmail_quote">Il giorno 28 agosto 2017 00:05, Vane <span dir="ltr"><<a href="mailto:hazyel91@gmail.com" target="_blank">hazyel91@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 lang="IT" link="blue" vlink="#954F72"><div class="m_-2391324131748861229m_7234770212598640228WordSection1"><p class="MsoNormal">Non ho capito se abbiamo risolto con le imprecisioni del brano della nostra consigliera.. Non ho riletto l’eventuale correzione messa online.. detto questo, ottimo lavoro Silvia!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><u></u> <u></u></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br>========================<br>Tenente Comandante Julia Reis Squiretaker<br>Ufficiale Medico Capo<br>USS Wayfarer NCC-62925<br>========================</p><p class="MsoNormal"><u></u> <u></u></p><div style="border:none;border-top:solid #e1e1e1 1.0pt;padding:3.0pt 0cm 0cm 0cm"><p class="MsoNormal" style="border:none;padding:0cm"><b>Da: </b><a href="mailto:ltcomm.sibi@gmail.com" target="_blank">Silvia Bianchini</a><br><b>Inviato: </b>mercoledì 23 agosto 2017 09:36<br><b>A: </b><a href="mailto:stml19@gioco.net" target="_blank">USS Wayfarer</a><br><b>Oggetto: </b>[stml19] Silvia/Wu: 15.04-Dominio Vegetale</p></div><div><div class="m_-2391324131748861229h5"><p class="MsoNormal"><u></u> <u></u></p><div><div><p class="MsoNormal">Ciao a tutti!</p></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><u></u> <u></u></p></div><div><p class="MsoNormal">per i miei standard non è molto lungo, ma comunque andiamo avanti :D</p></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><u></u> <u></u></p></div><div><p class="MsoNormal">buona lettura</p></div><div><p class="MsoNormal">Attendo commenti e/o richieste di revisione </p></div><div><p class="MsoNormal">baci</p></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><u></u> <u></u></p></div><div><p class="MsoNormal">==============================<wbr>================</p></div><div><p class="MsoNormal">INCOMING TRANSMISSION</p></div><div><p class="MsoNormal">==============================<wbr>================</p></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><u></u> <u></u></p></div><div><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black"> </span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">******************************<wbr>****</span></b></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">Titolo: 15.04 – Dominio Vegetale</span></b></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">Precedente: 15.03 – Campo di Battaglia</span></b></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">Autore: Tenente Comandante Wu (Si.Bi.)</span></b></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">Luoghi: Albatross 1</span></b></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">******************************<wbr>****</span></b></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black"> </span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">***FLASHBACK***</span></b></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">Albatross I, Periferia di Albatross City</span></b></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">03/06/2397, Ore 21.42 - D.S. 73423.12</span></b></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black"> </span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">Il gruppo stava procedendo nel silenzio assoluto, spezzato di tanto in tanto dalle sporadiche raffiche di vento e dal rumore sinistro che questo provocava passando tra i rami e le fronde degli alberi. E più avanzavano più la presenza vegetale si faceva pressante nel macabro ricordo che ognuna di quelle piante aveva ucciso e assimilato un membro del regno animale. Ormai avevano perso il conto e non erano neanche, a detta della mappa, nella zona più popolosa della città. Via via che si avvicinavano si potevano notare le tipiche strutture di Albatross, edifici prevalentemente cilindrici con i tetti a pagoda con i caratteristici doccioni a forma di artiglio che si facevano sempre più vicine creando delle strade a serpentina. Ma sia le strade che le abitazioni erano coperte da un groviglio di rami e liane il cui colore marroncino era venato dal pulsante liquido scarlatto che fluiva dentro di loro.</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Guardate là” disse Wu puntando il dito verso un palazzo</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Cosa dovremmo vedere comandante?” disse Rumar</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“bruciature sulle piante” rispose avvicinandosi e sfiorando un lungo tratto nero su una delle liane che da lontano sembrava solo un’ombra. Sheeval intensificò il tocco e il pezzo di liana si disgregò in cenere densa “i phaser le danneggiano, ma evidentemente non sono stati sufficienti”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">La dottoressa si avvicinò ad esaminare la pianta con il suo tricoder medico. Lo spirito e la professionalità di medico e scienziato della Squiretaker presero il sopravvento sullo sgomento e sull’orrore di quello che stavano guardando.</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“La bruciatura ha anche cauterizzato la ferita… interessante… la pianta sta provando a rigenerarsi, guardate questi nuovi filamenti e questi nuovi boccioli” disse con tono fermo.</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Non capisco però da dove siano originati” commentò Rumar che, girandosi vide Kublik portarsi la mano alla testa</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Tutto bene comandante?”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Sì sì, solo un piccolo giramento. c’è qualcosa che non riesco a definire”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“in che senso?”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“c’è una o meglio più presenze, ma è tutto così confuso…”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">L’away team si girò a guardarla e Erjn fece cenno loro di non preoccuparsi. Ignorando il gesto Julia si avvicinò e la scansionò con il tricoder</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Ha livelli molto alti nelle onde theta…”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“non sto sognando… quindi… qualcosa sta comunicando con me?”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Forse, o forse tutta questa situazione ti ha stressata” disse Julia minimizzando la questione.</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Sarà meglio avanzare” disse Wu tirandosi su “il primo sole sta tramontando e tra mezz’ora perderemo anche la luce del secondo. Cerchiamo un posto sicuro”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Concordo. La seguiamo comandante” disse Rumar</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black"> </span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">Albatross I, Stazione di Polizia del 7° cluster di Albatross City</span></b></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">03/06/2397, Ore 21.42 - D.S. 73423.12</span></b></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black"> </span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">Il palazzo della stazione di polizia era circondato di rami, foglie e viticci tanto che il bianco dei muri era fittamente coperto dal verde e dal riflesso scarlatto provocato dalla luce artificiale che colpiva le venature pulsanti di sangue.</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“La porta dovrebbe essere qui” disse Wu, dopodiché estrasse il phaser impostandolo sulla massima ampiezza. Il cono di luce bruciò il groviglio lasciando libero l’ingresso a forma di guglia. Si avvicinò alla porta e controllò se questa fosse aperta, ma questa non si aprì.</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“deve essere bloccata da dentro”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Vede un altro ingresso?” disse Rumar</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Dovremmo cercare un altro posto per la notte” disse Julia</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“No, questo è molto più sicuro. Guardate… le finestre sono intatte… ah… là! In alto, c’è un abbaino, sembra aperto”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Comandante, sono almeno dieci metri… e sembra piuttosto piccolo”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Sono esattamente 12 metri e 30cm e lo spazio dovrebbe essere sufficiente a permettermi di entrare. Aspettatemi qui” disse Wu rilevando le misurazioni dai suoi sensori ottici. Dopodiché lascio il suo zainetto al marinaio Zante e si arrampicò velocemente sfruttando al massimo gli appigli creati dai rami e in brevissimo tempo le sue mani avevano raggiunto il bordo dell’abbaino. Si tirò su con un colpo di reni e scomparve all’interno della struttura.</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">Cinque minuti dopo, quando già cominciavano a innervosirsi, sentirono un rumore giungere da dietro la porta e poi il portone si sollevò dal pavimento lasciando aperto l’ingresso.</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Scusate il ritardo, ma dovevo controllare che fosse tutto in ordine. Via libera”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Ottimo lavoro comandante”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">Una volta che furono tutti entrati, gli addetti alla sicurezza riposizionarono la porta al suo posto e rimisero i blocchi.</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“se la struttura è vuota chi ha messo questi blocchi?” disse Kublik</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Credo quel povero disgraziato…” rispose Wu indicando un groviglio di rami dietro la guardiola “deve essere l’ultima cosa che ha fatto. Qui dentro non c’è più nessuno”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Immagino che con il caos nelle strade tutti gli agenti siano andati fuori e abbiano lasciato solo un agente di guardia” disse Kublik</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“è possibile, ma qualcosa deve averlo attaccato” intervenne Rumar</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“giusto… anche se non sappiamo come tutto questo sia successo” disse Wu</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Però siamo nel posto giusto per scoprirlo” concluse la dottoressa</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Infatti. Dormiamo qualche ora. Ne abbiamo bisogno. Comandante organizzi i turni di guardia. Domattina vedremo di capire qualcosa di più”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black"> </span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">04/06/2397, Ore 04.17 - D.S. 73423.99</span></b></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black"> </span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">Julia aprì gli occhi nel silenzio e nel buio. Solo una piccola luce veniva dalle sue spalle.</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“mancano ancora 13 minuti al suo turno di guardia” bisbigliò Wu</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“non riuscivo più a dormire, tutta questa situazione è così strana” rispose Julia sempre sottovoce</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Allora deve leggere questi rapporti… la situazione è sempre più strana”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“è riuscita a entrare nel computer?” Julia si alzò e fu in due passi alle spalle di Sheeval</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“non è stato difficile, c’è sempre qualcuno che non ricorda i codici di accesso… è bastato aprire uno dei cassetti”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Cosa dicono?”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“è una situazione assurda, non sanno da dove vengono, ma da un giorno all’altro sono apparse spore che hanno attaccato alcuni cittadini… guardi queste foto”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">Immagini miste di nubi di spore e rami che esplodevano dalle persone e dagli animali.</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Che orrore…”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Hanno provato a usare phaser, campi di forza, lanciafiamme, ma non sono riusciti a fermarle”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Ma almeno sapevano con cosa avevano a che fare?”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“no, pensavano solo a vegetali, nessuno dei test che hanno fatto è servito, ma la tecnologia scientifica Albatrossiana non è equiparabile a quella della federazione”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“Ha scoperto dove potrebbe esserci un centro di ricerca… o quantomeno se ci sono sopravvissuti?”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“se ce ne sono, c’è un solo posto. Il palazzo governativo”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">“cerchi di riposare ora, ci andremo domani…”</span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black"> </span></b></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><u></u> <u></u></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">==============================<wbr>=======</span></b></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">END OF TRANSMISSION</span></b></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black">==============================<wbr>=======</span></b></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><u></u> <u></u></p></div></div><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#222222">========================<br>Lt. Commander Sheeval Wu<br>Chief Security Officer (SEC)<br>USS Wayfarer - NCC-62925<br>========================<br>"La giustizia senza forza è impotente; la forza senza giustizia è tirannia. "<br>______________________________<br>Private comunicator:  </span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond",serif;color:black"><a href="mailto:ltcomm.sibi@gmail.com" target="_blank"><span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif">ltcomm.sibi@gmail.com</span></a><br></span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#222222">   </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><u></u> <u></u></p></div></div></div><div id="m_-2391324131748861229m_7234770212598640228DAB4FAD8-2DD7-40BB-A1B8-4E2AA1F9FDF2"><br> <table style="border-top:1px solid #d3d4de">
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