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![]() Jefferson Styles: Probes are continuing their previous trajectories. They are now in orbit of the planet and are sending significant amounts of data. Day turns to you with satisfaction. Wayne Day: Good idea, sir. We should be able to scan the area for the next few hours and have enough information for Starfleet's studies. You have completed your mission. Although pleased that Starfleet science will have all the information it wants, something bothers you at the back of your mind. As the USS Excalibur departs the nebula, you have an eerie feeling that you missed something, and that you left something behind in that cloudy gas. Congradulations! Your Mission is Complete!
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