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    <div class="moz-cite-prefix">Ciao a tutti,<br>
      Anche a me è piaciuto molto, soprattutto i congiuntivi.<br>
      Riguardo al maglione mi sento solo di dire: "Monte Cifarco, 18
      novembre 2006".<br>
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      Il 08/01/2015 20.55, Ilenia De Battisti ha scritto:<br>
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      <div dir="ltr">Bellissimo brano, mi è piaciuto moltissimo ^_^
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        <div class="gmail_quote">Il giorno 8 gennaio 2015 09:07, Coral
          Nimosit <span dir="ltr"><<a moz-do-not-send="true"
              href="mailto:coral.nimosit@gmail.com" target="_blank">coral.nimosit@gmail.com</a>></span>
          ha scritto:<br>
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            <p dir="ltr">Ciao Fede, grazie per aver postato entro i
              termini. Ho letto il brano e mi è piaciuto, bravo ottimo
              lavoro! Unica cosa il titolo del post in oggetto ped
              poterlo ritrovare! Attendiamo altri commenti. Ciao </p>
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              OOO Cmd. Coral Nimosit<br>
              Primo Ufficiale (FO)<br>
              Sez. Comando e Navigazione<br>
              USS Novalis NCC 1772<br>
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                href="mailto:coral.nimosit@gmail.com" target="_blank">coral.nimosit@gmail.com</a>
              - ICQ 311786902<br>
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                                                  N.S.F.<br>
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            <div class="gmail_quote">Il 08/gen/2015 01:16 "<a
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              ha scritto:<br type="attribution">
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                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
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                          style="font-size:13pt">Buonanotte a tutti,</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">ho passato la giornata
                          a dormire e adesso sono completamente
                          stravolto dal fuso orario, pertanto ho colto
                          l'occasione per limare su ciò che il nostro
                          adrenalinico amico aveva già amorevolmente e
                          sapientemente limato: un vero amico in molte
                          cose, tranne quando ti viene a prendere in
                          aeroporto con maglione palesemente rubato dal
                          tuo armadio.</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Spero che gradiate, è
                          piuttosto corto e scritto durante un volo
                          piuttosto squallido.</font></font></p>
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                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Ciao!!!!</font></font></p>
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                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Fede/Moore </font></font></p>
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                      <font face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">============================</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Brano:
                          13-14 - Liberazioni</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Precendente:
                          13-13 – Alleati Cercasi</font></font></p>
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                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Autore:
                          Tenente Comandante Nathan Moore </font></font></p>
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                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">============================</font></font></p>
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                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt"><b>Falco
                            da Guerra Romulano Sharpfillah – Alloggio
                            degli Ospiti</b></font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt"><b>03/02/2394
                            Ore 20.50 - D.S. 71092.79</b></font></font></p>
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                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">=^=E
                          questo è tutto=^= disse Kuribayashi al suo N.1
                          dopo aver riassunto
                          quanto avevano scoperto fino a quel punto.</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">=^=Ottimo,
                          qui stiamo facendo le giuste mosse=^= disse
                          Nimosit cercando di non
                          esporsi nel caso i romulani controllassero le
                          frequenze. Il clima
                          distensivo poteva anche essere una semplice
                          facciata. Con i romulani
                          non si sa mai cosa aspettarsi.</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">=^=Benissimo
                          Numero Uno, mi tenga informato. Kuribayashi
                          chiudo=^=</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Nimosit
                          si alzò dalla scrivania e andò verso le
                          poltroncine su cui era
                          seduto con fare pensiero il tenente comandante
                          Moore, stringendo tra
                          le mani un d-padd</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY">“<font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Moore,
                          ha sviluppato una strategia?” </font></font>
                    </p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY">“<font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Comandante,
                          sulle navi romulane la disciplina è
                          impeccabile, ma i romulani sono
                          molto passionali ed estremamente egocentrici.
                          Stavo giusto rileggendo
                          uno dei saggi che la nostra Consigliera ha
                          pubblicato e cito
                          «</font></font><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt"><i>l’atteggiamento
                            self-focused dei romulani è il principio
                            cardine della loro
                            struttura sociale. Ognuno ambisce al
                            successo per sé. Questo
                            atteggiamento narcisistico e auto
                            reverenziale ha come contro altare
                            un eccesso di riserbo a tratti di tipo
                            paranoide, motivo che
                            caratterizza la loro politica spionistica,
                            unito alla facile
                            convinzione di essere superiori agli altri,
                            cosa che li rende
                            vulnerabili alle provocazioni»</i></font></font><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">
                          … quindi stavo pensando di sfruttare la cosa
                          per ottenere accesso
                          alla loro rete informativa. Inoltre per mia
                          esperienza posso dirle
                          che tutto ciò è pura e semplice verità”</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY">“<font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Siamo
                          stati inviati a cena, quindi può sfruttare
                          queste conoscenze per
                          inventarsi qualcosa. Mi fido di lei”</font></font></p>
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                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt"><b>USS
                            Novalis, Alloggio degli ospiti</b></font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt"><b>03/02/2394
                            Ore 21.00 - D.S. 71092.80</b></font></font></p>
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                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Dwalla
                          in alta uniforme attendeva davanti
                          all’alloggio assegnato al
                          Comandante Tamarith con due ufficiali della
                          sicurezza. Suonò il
                          commbadge della porta e questa si aprì. Il
                          Comandante Tamarith e il
                          suo seguito erano pronti</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY">“<font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Jolan
                          Tru, Comandante Tamarith, benvenuto a bordo
                          della USS Novalis. Sono
                          il Tenente Comandante Thevek, Consigliere di
                          bordo, mi segua prego,
                          il Capitano Kuribayashi la sta aspettando”</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY">“<font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Jolan
                          tru a lei, comandante Thevek… il suo viso non
                          è mi è nuovo”
                          disse il romulano guardandola con attenzione</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY">“<font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Conferenza
                          di Jalhan Haltes, sono passati quasi dieci
                          anni. Abbiamo passato
                          un’ora a parlare sulla possibilità o meno di
                          uno scambio di
                          ufficiali per migliorare i rapporti tra la
                          Federazione e l’Impero.
                          Lieta che si ricordi”</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY">“<font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Ah!
                          Era la splendida oratrice al tavolo del
                          Senatore Pa’lhack. Non
                          sapevo che fosse tornata in servizio sulle
                          navi della Federazione”</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY">“<font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">È
                          qualcosa di recente in effetti” disse Dwalla
                          posando distrattamente
                          la mano sul braccio del comandante, come
                          farebbe una vecchia amica e
                          senza quindi far destare sospetto alcuno sia
                          nel Comandante che nei
                          suoi accompagnatori. Ma quel gesto valeva
                          grande conoscenza per la
                          mezzosangue. Ora era sicura dell’estraneità
                          dei Romulani e dei
                          loro progetti sui remani.</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt"><b>Falco
                            da Guerra Remano Broadsword – Hangar navette</b></font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt"><b>03/02/2394,
                            Ore 21.40 - D.S. 71092.88</b></font></font></p>
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                    </p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY">“<font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">più
                          veloce!” disse Rhian aiutando il grosso
                          ufficiale della
                          federazione, debilitato da quattro estenuanti
                          giorni di prigionia
                          “dobbiamo riuscire a salire su quella navetta
                          prima che ci scoprano
                          o sarà l’ultima cosa che faremo”</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Rhian
                          aveva fatto partire una sub-rutine che
                          bloccava i computer in un
                          programma di diagnostica per almeno dieci
                          minuti, questo voleva dire
                          incapacità per i suoi ormai ex-compagni e per
                          suo marito di
                          localizzarli, teletrasportarli, bloccarli con
                          campi di forza e, se il
                          piano avesse avuto successo, di inseguirli o
                          distruggerli una volta a
                          bordo della navetta. Però la lancetta dei
                          secondi stava girando
                          inesorabilmente ed erano passati già cinque
                          minuti.</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Dopo
                          aver liberato il Capitano Ivanovic, aveva
                          dovuto stordire un paio di
                          guardie e ora erano ad un passo dalla navetta.</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Il
                          Capitano Ivanovic era prevalentemente uno
                          scienziato e quello era il
                          principale motivo per cui comandava una
                          piccola classe Nova in
                          missioni scientifiche all’interno del
                          territorio federale. Nella
                          sua carriera da ufficiale della Flotta
                          stellare aveva anche
                          partecipato ad azioni di guerra, come tutti,
                          ma non si poteva
                          certamente definire un uomo d’azione. Arrivati
                          alla navetta si
                          fermò quindi un secondo per riprendere fiato.</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY">“<font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Salga,
                          presto!! Devo andare a sbloccare manualmente
                          il portello di uscita,
                          mi dovrà teletrasportare appena l’avrò aperto…
                          non avrò tempo
                          di risalire a bordo”</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY">“<font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">D’accordo”</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Rhian
                          corse al pannello e cominciò la sequenza di
                          sblocco, quando un colpo
                          di disgregatore le colpì il braccio. Lanciò un
                          urlo di dolore e si
                          girò di fronte a lei suo marito.</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY">“<font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Vhal’hon!
                          Fermati! Ti prego… quello che vuoi fare è
                          follia! Ci porterai
                          tutti all’estinzione!”</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Vhal’hon,
                          tenendo puntato il disgregatore, si tolse il
                          cappuccio rivelando sul
                          suo volto un’estesa bruciatura.</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY">“<font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Rhian!
                          Come hai potuto tradirmi in questo modo… i
                          Romulani MERITANO di
                          pagare per QUELLO CHE CI HANNO FATTO!!! E la
                          Federazione pagherà per
                          aver sabotato i nostri piani e avermi fatto
                          QUESTO!!!” disse
                          indicando l’enorme bruciatura</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY">“<font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Quella
                          te la sei procurata seguendo quel pazzo di
                          Shinzon!! Nulla sarebbe
                          accaduto se non avessimo ceduto alla
                          violenza!”</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY">“<font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Tu
                          che dici questo… Non eri tu a volere VENDETTA?
                          Per quello che hanno
                          fatto a te… a me… a nostro figlio…”</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY">“<font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Nostro
                          figlio è morto e non possiamo più farci nulla
                          Vhal’hon! Odierò
                          sempre i romulani per quello, ma le nostre
                          azioni hanno un solo
                          esito… il nostro completo sterminio. Penso ai
                          figli delle altre
                          madri remane che stiamo condannando noi… ferma
                          ti prego questa
                          distruzione…”</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY">“<font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">No…
                          è troppo tardi ormai”</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Proprio
                          mentre Vhal’hon stava premendo il grilletto
                          del disgregatore, il
                          portellone si aprì e Rhian venne
                          teletrasportata e il colpo finì
                          contro una paratia.</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Furioso,
                          si rimise il cappuccio e corse in plancia.</font></font></p>
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                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt"><b>USS
                            Novalis, Sala Ricevimenti</b></font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt"><b>03/02/2394
                            Ore 21.41 - D.S. 71092.88</b></font></font></p>
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                    </p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">La
                          cena degli ufficiali superiori con gli ospiti
                          romulani stava andando
                          egregiamente ed era abilmente pilotata dal
                          fiume di parole di Dwalla.
                          Kuribayashi non era un novello diplomatico,
                          quindi si era creata una
                          perfetta intesa con la sua nuova Consigliera.</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY">“…<font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Così
                          mi trovavo sul mare di Apnex con questo
                          affascianante Comandante
                          quando…”</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">Il
                          racconto di Dwalla venne interrotto da una
                          comunicazione in arrivo
                          sul commbadge del Capitano.</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">=^=Capitano,
                          una navetta è uscita dall’occultamento a
                          dritta… ci stanno
                          chiamando=^= disse Kuz a cui era stato
                          lasciato il comando.</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">=^=Lo
                          passi subito qui, grazie comandante=^=</font></font></p>
                    <p style="margin-bottom:0cm" align="JUSTIFY"><font
                        face="Garamond, serif"><font
                          style="font-size:13pt">=^=USS
                          Novalis, mi sentite… sono il Capitano Ivanovic
                          della USS Coulomb…
                          chiedo il permesso di attracco=^=</font></font></p>
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