<div dir="auto">Grazie Stefano !</div><br><div class="gmail_quote"><div dir="ltr" class="gmail_attr">Il Sab 23 Feb 2019, 11:11 Stefano Zaniboni <<a href="mailto:stezani@me.com" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer">stezani@me.com</a>> ha scritto:<br></div><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0 0 0 .8ex;border-left:1px #ccc solid;padding-left:1ex"><div style="word-wrap:break-word;line-break:after-white-space">Ottimo brano Monica! Mi e’ piaciuto veramente tanto :)<div><br></div><div>Stefano<br><div><br><blockquote type="cite"><div>On 22 Feb 2019, at 17:03, Monica Miodini <<a href="mailto:mokia68.mm@gmail.com" rel="noreferrer noreferrer" target="_blank">mokia68.mm@gmail.com</a>> wrote:</div><br class="m_4912562114600536595m_-4489276676352511193Apple-interchange-newline"><div><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr">Approfittando di qualche giorno di ferie e quindi di un po' più di tempo a disposizione ho già finito il mio pezzo.<div>Cosa ne pensate?</div><div><br></div><div>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><b><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Sheldon</span></b><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif"><span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><b><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Ponte 11 – Infermeria</span></b><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif"><span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><b><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">21/10/2398 - Ore 16.15<span></span></span></b></p><div style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-position:initial initial;background-repeat:initial initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif"><span> </span></span><br class="m_4912562114600536595m_-4489276676352511193webkit-block-placeholder"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Erano passate quasi ventiquattrore dal risveglio
sulla Sheldon degli uomini della Rutherford, in infermeria erano rimasti solo
una dozzina di feriti gravi, di cui un paio con prognosi riservata. La
tecnologia avanzata della Sheldon aveva permesso alla Dottoressa Cruz e ai
pochi membri sopravvissuti della sezione di medica, di occuparsi dei feriti in
tempi brevi, dimettendo nel giro di poche ore tutti quelli che avevano subito
traumi leggeri. Il materializzarsi di un piccolo Sheldon in camice bianco e
antiquato stetoscopio al collo, dopo un primo momento d’ilarità, era servito a
spiegare il funzionamento delle consolle mediche a dottori e infermieri, che,
in un primo momento, si erano trovati spiazzati dalla tecnologia aliena, per
esserne poi piacevolmente conquistati dalla semplicità d’uso e dalla qualità
tecnica.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Il Consigliere Hewson non si era mosso
dall’Infermeria, prestando il suo aiuto ai soggetti che, sotto shock avevano
più bisogno di cure per l’anima,  che per
il corpo.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Aveva appena finito di parlare con una giovane
Guardiamarina della Sezione Scientifica, al suo primo incarico, ed era ancora
così provato dalla paura e dal senso di smarrimento che la giovane gli aveva
trasmesso, da non accorgersi che un mini Sheldon era apparso al suo fianco.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Quindi è questo il tuo compito.” Disse il
piccolo Sheldon all’improvviso.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Ah sei tu! “ rispose Paul guardando in basso,
verso la strana rappresentazione di un mini divano su cui era sdraiato il mini
Sheldon, “non hai altro da fare che venire a scocciare me? Credevo che
ritenessi il mio ruolo inutile!”<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Se è per quello, lo ritengo ancora, ma vedo che
i tuoi simili si rivolgono a te confidandoti i loro più oscuri pensieri e poi
se ne vanno soddisfatti: forse a qualcosa servi dopotutto.”<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Grazie della considerazione, ma preferivo prima,
quando m’ignoravi!”<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Ed io che ti ho anche organizzato un’agenda dei
colloqui col personale perfetta! Bella gratitudine.” E così dicendo sparì, lui e
il suo piccolo divano.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Il Consigliere diede uno sguardo al suo Pad e
vide che, in effetti, aveva stabilito una serie di appuntamenti con i membri
dell’equipaggio distribuiti nell’arco dei giorni successivi in maniera
perfetta, per tempi e modi. L’unica cosa che lo disturbava era che l’ultimo
appuntamento era previsto tra quarantacinque giorni e quindi Sheldon prevedeva
che la loro permanenza a bordo della nave non sarebbe stata breve come
speravano.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Mentre era immerso in quei pensieri, la
Dottoressa Cruz gli si avvicinò.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Paul,  hanno chiamato dalla Plancia: tra mezz’ora è
fissato un briefing tra gli Ufficiali superiori, credo per fare il punto della
situazione. Ho detto a Rezon che avrei provveduto io a informarti, visto la tua
presenza qui.”<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Ok, grazie Prima, però, avrei bisogno almeno di
un caffè: vuoi unirti a me?”<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Ora che ci penso, è quasi un giorno che non
mangio, e i miei pazienti sono stabili al momento. Ti accompagno volentieri.” E
i due lasciarono l’infermeria, dando un’occhiata alla mappa sui loro Pad per
vedere di trovare la strada per la mensa senza perdersi su quella nave aliena.<span></span></span></p><div style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-position:initial initial;background-repeat:initial initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif"><span> </span></span><br class="m_4912562114600536595m_-4489276676352511193webkit-block-placeholder"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><b><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Sheldon<span></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><b><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Ponte 1  –  Sala Conferenze<span></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><b><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">21/10/2398 – ore 16,45<span></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><b><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif"><span> </span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Il Capitano ed il suo Primo Ufficiale entrarono
per ultimi in Sala Tattica e dopo aver preso posto a capotavola Faith cominciò
a parlare:<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Signori vi ho fatto chiamare perché tra poche
ore raggiungeremo il luogo dove sono i creatori del tunnel che ci ha catapultato
dall’altra parte dell’universo e  distrutto
la nostra nave. Cosa sappiamo al riguardo?” chiese rivolta a Vosek.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“I dati che ha raccolto Sheldon finora non ci
permettono di capire chi siano questi alieni, tantomeno di sapere quale
tecnologia stiano usando per creare i tunnel spaziali.” Rispose imperturbabile
il vulcaniano.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Possiamo ritenere che la distruzione della
nostra nave e delle altre a cui ha fatto riferimento Sheldon sia casuale?” chiese
Faith all’Ufficiale Tattico Jekins.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Direi di sì, credo che anche gli altri siano
stati attirati, come noi ,da quello strano fenomeno che siamo stati mandati a
studiare e che, poi, siano stati attratti dall’enorme forza gravitazionale del
tunnel accidentalmente. Ma senza ulteriori informazioni non possiamo escludere
un atto voluto da parte loro.”<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Avete avuto modo di prendere confidenza con la
nave che ci ospita?” <span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“E’ troppo poco tempo che siamo a bordo di questo
gioiellino, ma con l’aiuto di Sheldon i nostri ragazzi stanno imparando in
fretta. Se ci sarà da combattere, saremo pronti !” rispose il Capo Ingegnere
con la sua solita sicurezza.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Faith fu lieta che i suoi Ufficiale rispondessero
così prontamente e che avessero già capito a cosa sarebbero potuti andare
incontro e continuò:<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Spero che gli esseri che ci accingiamo a
contattare non abbiano intenzioni bellicose e che vogliano collaborare con noi
e aiutarci a tornare a casa il prima possibile, ma, se così non fosse,  faremo il possibile per impedire loro di
distruggere altri navi, anche a costo di distruggere il dispositivo che crea i
tunnel spaziali.”<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Ma così facendo ci vorranno anni per tornare a
casa!” constatò Kelley.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Lo so. Non possiamo però,  permettere che qualcuno vada in giro per la
galassia a distruggere interi equipaggi senza provare a fermarli.” Rispose
Faith, poi, rivolgendosi alla Cruz disse “Ho letto con piacere dal suo rapporto
che quasi tutti i feriti sono stati dimessi e hanno ripreso servizio. Molto
bene Dottoressa.”<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Si per fortuna la maggior parte erano ferite
lievi, anche se, credo che per quelle dell’anima ci vorrà un po’ più di tempo.”
Rispose la giovane dottoressa guardando il Consigliere seduto al suo fianco.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“ Confermo, ma sono soddisfatto di come quasi
tutti stanno reagendo a questa terribile prova e, se riusciremo a tornare
presto al nostro quadrante, credo che non avranno problemi a lasciarsi alle
spalle questa brutta esperienza.”<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Molto bene Signori, tra circa due ore arriveremo al punto d’incontro.
Cerchiamo di farci trovare pronti. E’ tutto, tornate ai vostri posti. In
libertà.”<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Gli Ufficiali si alzarono e ordinatamente lasciarono la Sala ognuno diretto
alla rispettiva postazione, solo il Consigliere si attardò e prima che i due
Ufficiali in comando uscissero, disse:<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Capitano, Signor Rezon un momento per favore.”<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Consigliere è urgente? Perché avremmo da fare adesso.!” Rispose Faith.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Ci vorrà solo un minuto, accomodatevi prego!” disse Hewson indicando le
sedia da cui i due si erano appena alzati.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Adrienne e Kyel si guardarono, per la prima volta da quando era cominciata
la riunione, cosa che non era sfuggita al Consigliere, così come il malcelato
tentativo di lei d’ignorare il suo Primo Ufficiale.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Andrò subito al sodo: questo attrito tra di voi deve finire subito!” disse
serio il Consigliere .<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Non dipende da me, è stato lui che..” fece per ribattere Adrienne, ma fu
stoppata immediatamente da Paul .<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Non mi interessa sapere chi ha cominciato e di chi è la colpa, anche perché
non è mai da una parte sola! Qui però sono in ballo le vite di 180 giovani
ufficiali, per lo più al loro primo incarico importante e con un’esperienza
quasi pari a zero, che si ritrovano in una situazione di estrema difficoltà e
pericolo e quelli, che dovrebbero guidarli fuori da questa tempesta,  non riescono nemmeno a guardarsi in faccia,
figuriamoci a collaborare tra di loro. Come pensate che si sentano i vostri
uomini?Sono sfiduciati e ,in questo stato, non saranno in grado di reagire come
dovrebbero nel caso si dovesse arrivare al peggio!”<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Il tono del Consigliere era stato duro, nella speranza di far scattare una
reazione nei due ufficiali, i quali non risposero subito, rimanendo qualche
secondo a fissarsi in silenzio.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Rezon fu il primo a rispondere.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Adrienne, il Consigliere ha ragione!” disse guardandola come se la vedesse
davvero per la prima volta come suo superiore “ Se non ci fidiamo noi per primi
l’uno dell’altra, come potranno fidarsi gli altri delle nostre decisioni? Basta
rancori e ripicche, quello che è successo in passato, anche se doloroso a
volte, è servito a renderci quello che siamo e a fare di noi delle persone
migliori e degli ottimi ufficiali. Mettiamoci una pietra sopra e ricominciamo
da qui. Io sarò sempre al tuo fianco e ti sosterrò in tutte le tue decisioni.”<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Adrienne lo guardò intensamente, avrebbe voluto tanto potergli leggere la
mente adesso, per essere sicura che quello che le aveva detto fosse veramente
quello che pensava.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Paul, che aveva osservato ogni singolo movimento dei due, era conscio dei
dubbi del Capitano, quindi intervenne dicendo: “E’ sincero Capitano, crede in
tutto quello che ha detto.” <span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">La Betazoide si alzò in piedi e si sistemò la giacca della divisa, quindi
posò lo sguardo su Kyel e disse:<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Per il bene dell’equipaggio voglio provare a fidarmi di te Kyel. Cerca di
non deludermi ancora!” ed uscì con determinazione dalla Sala Conferenze,
seguita a ruota dal suo Primo Ufficiale.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">A Hewson, rimasto seduto a guardarli andarsene, chissà perché, venne alla
mente l’immagine di una antica Regina e del suo Primo Cavaliere, ed un sorriso
soddisfatto gli illuminò il volto.<span></span></span></p><div style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-position:initial initial;background-repeat:initial initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif"><span> </span></span><br class="m_4912562114600536595m_-4489276676352511193webkit-block-placeholder"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><b><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Sheldon<span></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><b><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Ponte 1  –  Plancia<span></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><b><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">22/10/2398 – ore 11.20<span></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><b><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif"><span> </span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Il Capitano Faith sedeva sulla poltrona di
comando al centro di quella plancia ancora così aliena per lei e gli altri
Ufficiali, i quali, ognuno seduto alla propria postazione, svolgevano i compiti
loro assegnati con apparente calma.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Rezon al suo fianco fissava lo schermo come a
voler cogliere, prima ancora che i sensori della nave, un segno della presenza
aliena che stavano cercando.  Anche il
Consigliere Hewson aveva lasciato l’infermeria per venire in plancia, e seduto
alla sinistra di Faith aspettava il momento dell’incontro, con chi, forse
avrebbe potuto riportarli nel loro quadrante. Sapeva che il primo contatto con
quella specie sarebbe stato fondamentale e il Capitano contava anche nei suoi
consigli per intavolare una trattativa, che tutti speravano amichevole. Solo
per un attimo si permise di pensare ad Alison e ai suoi occhi azzurri come il
cielo d’Irlanda:  non era pronto all’idea
di non poterli rivedere mai più !<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">I mini Sheldon, in plancia, non si erano
manifestati, anche perché l’ingombrante figura dello Sheldon originale, in
piedi di fianco a Vosek, l’unico che sembrava considerare abbastanza
intelligente tanto da rivolgersi a lui senza la solita arroganza, cosa che, tra
l’altro, avrebbe lasciato comunque indifferente l’algido vulcaniano, rendeva
inutile la presenza delle sue mini-rappresentazioni.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Il silenzio era quasi palpabile e la
concentrazione di tutti i presenti era assoluta: non potevano permettersi alcun
errore e dovevano sopperire alla poca esperienza con le loro grandi capacità.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Capitano i sensori a lungo raggio hanno
individuato la nave aliena.” Disse Vosek “contatto visivo tra cinque minuti.”<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">“Molto bene: Signori voglio la massima attenzione da parte di tutti. Signor
Rush appena possibile apra un canale di comunicazione e Signor Jekins, stia
pronto con le armi, nel caso la conversazione non risulti amichevole. Signor
Blake, al mio segnale arresti la nave, ma si tenga comunque pronto a manovre
evasive, nel caso dovessimo scoprire che sono gente abituata prima a sparare e
poi a parlare.”<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Faith fece un rapido giro con lo sguardo alle varie postazioni e fu
soddisfatta di vederli tutti pronti ad eseguire i suoi ordini e sperò che la
Flotta avesse preparato veramente al meglio quei giovani Ufficiali.<span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">======================</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Ten. Paul Hewson</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">Consigliere</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">USS Rutherford NCC-1835</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:14.65pt;background-image:initial;background-size:initial;background-origin:initial;background-clip:initial;background-position:initial;background-repeat:initial"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial,sans-serif">======================</span></p><div><span> </span><br class="m_4912562114600536595m_-4489276676352511193webkit-block-placeholder"></div><div><span> </span><br class="m_4912562114600536595m_-4489276676352511193webkit-block-placeholder"></div></div></div></div><div id="m_4912562114600536595m_-4489276676352511193DAB4FAD8-2DD7-40BB-A1B8-4E2AA1F9FDF2"><br> <table style="border-top:1px solid #d3d4de">
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