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| <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Swimming Against the Tide - Part 2</h3>
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| <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
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| Michael "Mike" Dailey 9-1-1997</h4>
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| SD:90828.1700<br>
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| Scene: Medieval Fort, Holodeck<br>
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| <I>
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| > >"Aye, the Lord sends his due compliments, but cannot attend<br>
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| > >due to matters with the regiment. In lieu, he sends his<br>
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| > >trusting second, at your service." Rory returned his<br>
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| > >sword bowing to the assembled senior officers.<br>
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| >"Mr. Heywood do you want to run that one by me again?" Zane's peevish and<br>
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| >bitter, razor-edged tone sliced through the merry composure of the young man.<br>
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| > "Just exactly why is the senior security officer not at the senior<br>
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| > officer’s briefing as he was ordered." Zane asked more calmly than he felt.<br>
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| </I>
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| Like any green Ensign on his first posting, Rory had heard of the strange
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| quirks and oddities abound the FEYNMAN and of her commander, but a vivid
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| image of Captain William Bligh appeared to him. Feeling quite vulnerable,
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| Rory came to attention.
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| "Lt. Allard asked me to go in his place as part of me trainin, Sair."
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| Maril's menacing look offered no reprisal. "I'm ta be graded on how I
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| represent security at the briefing and the presentation of it at the
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| security briefing tomorrow at oh-eight thirty, Sair." His struggle to
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| maintain his confidence withheld, barely, in spite of feeling as thought
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| he was the main course for a Klingon Rath'kli dinner (e.g., LARGE tiger).
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| <I>
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| > "Did you have any idea of this commander?" Zane asked sure that his<br>
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| > FO would have cleared it with him before authorizing it.<br>
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| ><br>
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| > "No sir. I did not."<br>
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| ><br>
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| > "Mr. Heywood I realise you’re here because your immediate superior<br>
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| > ordered you to be here. However the senior staff briefing is specifically<br>
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| > for senior officers, hence the name. Would you please go back to security<br>
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| > and inform Mr. Allard that if he is in this briefing in the next five minutes<br>
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| > I will consider him late rather than disobeying orders."<br>
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| </I>
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| "Ulp.." Rory swallowed hard. "Orders received an' understood, Sair!"
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| Barked Rory. A nod from Maril released him, fleeing from the Holodeck.
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| > Maril took pity and called for the arch allowing him to bypass the scenario<br>
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| > imposed distance. <br>
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| [SNIP]
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| Leaving his quarters, J.C. tugged at the sword belt that had moments ago
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| rested upon Rory's hip. Glad they were of nearly identical stature, Rory
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| had suggested he don the his costume rather than wait to replicate another, so as
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| to be properly attired.
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| The lift doors opened onto the holodeck corridor, as J.C. started to exit,
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| slamming himself into the form of Bat Durensten.
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| "Sorry, Bat. I wasn't looking." apologized J.C. The unofficial rec. officer
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| harrumphed, indicating to the holodeck 2 behind him.
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| "Don't worry yourself, Justin. Just watch your back in there! Quite a few
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| ungrateful sharks with big heads in circling for prey in there." J.C. shot
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| him a confused and curious look,
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| "Are you o.k.. Bat?" inquired the CSO? Many times Bat had provided much
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| needed console for a down-trodden J.C.
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| "Oh.. nothing you can do, but thanks." mumbled Bat. "Something I need to
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| work out between myself and someone else. For now, it's off to the Station."
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| "A little R&R, huh?" asked J.C. jokingly, but the grave look upon Bat's eyes told
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| a much different story.
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| "Afraid not, Justin. I've been given the 'official boot'." Shaking his head as he
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| turned for the lift, "You know, if I could just turn the clock back a few years.
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| Justin, I wish we could trade places." The words trailed as the lift swallowed the
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| older CSO up. J.C. inwardly laughed at the irony of his last comment, *I wouldn't
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| be so sure of that,* he thought.
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| Glancing at his wrist chrono, he saw a full seven minutes had passed. A glimmer
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| of haste filled J.C., but quickly vanished with anger. *To HELL with the bloody
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| TYRANT! There's no pleasing his royal ARSE!* After the briefing, J.C. looked
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| forward to having it out once and for all with Captain Ardik Thorsen! Make him
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| look like a fool in front of his people, will he. Blast him, anyway. If the
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| game is hardball, J.C. had ample fuel in his logs to throw into the fire.
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| Frustration fed his anger, until reaching the deck door, J.C. paused to take a
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| few deep breaths.
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| > -----------------------------<br>
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| > 10 Minutes later.<br>
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| Taking a seat beside Loren, J.C. felt reminiscent of a human pin-cushion,
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| as daggers and spears were looked upon him by Maril and Zane. Indifference
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| returned, J.C.'s concentration was focused upon the three unfamiliar faces
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| in the room.<br>
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| <I>
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| > With all the senior staff and FEYNMAN’s three guests sitting at the oak<br>
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| > table Zane began. "Before the briefing gets underway I’d like to<br>
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| > introduce our guests. They will be remaining on board and will be<br>
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| > participating in the mission to varying degrees." He gestured to the<br>
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| > two temporal officers. =91First, are Major’s Flint and Stone of the<br>
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| > Federation Temporal Division." That name got everyone’s attention.<br>
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| > "And to my left, Lt. James Cardiff."<br>
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| </I>
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| He had heard the station FCO's name here and there before, but never actually
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| met. As for the other two, their names and titles were equally mystifying.
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| <nowiki>*Temporal Division?*</nowiki>, what was SFE up to now? he wondered.
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| <I>
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| > He paused before continuing. "The gist of it is this. Even though<br>
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| > we beat the attacker’s back we did not win the battle, the real battle.<br>
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| > Neither did they but they are certainly on the edge of doing so. The<br>
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| > whole thing was a diversion for one action. They wanted the DEFENDER to<br>
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| > fire on them. They needed the massive amounts of energy that DEFENDER<br>
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| > had to trigger their plan. To power a jump back in time." Again the<br>
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| > captain paused to let the magnitude sink in. "They have gone back in<br>
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| > time to disrupt a trial of a Starfleet admiral, their god. If they are<br>
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| > successful then this time-line will end. We are going back in time to<br>
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| > stop them." He gestured to Cardiff. "Lieutenant." All eyes turned to<br>
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| > the older officer for the details.<br><br>
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| </I>
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| J.C.'s mouth momentarily held agape, as were most of the senior staff's.
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| All other thoughts instantly diminished in one breath. The Academy class in
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| Temporal Mechanics (which he barely had scraped through,) re-envisioned itself,
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| as were the strict regulations regarding the practice that had been drummed and
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| drilled into every Cadet's head for the past 150+ years.
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| In theory, the slingshot effect could be used, but the slightest miscalculation
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| on any one of a hundred variables would send the ship into the heart of the star
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| instead of skirting it's gravity field. Partial shock, partial inquisitive
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| amazement focused J.C. on Lieutenant Cardiff's report.
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| Submitted,<br>
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| Mike Dailey<br>
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| splatter2@qtm.net<br>
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| <nowiki>********
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| * NRPG *
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| ********</nowiki>
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| On with the show. Dawe, great mission premise! This one will=20
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| go down in ASR history!
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| Cheers!<br>
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| Mike Dailey<br>
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| +=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=<br>
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| + But that dread of something after death, the undiscovered +<br>
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| = country from whose bourn no traveler returns, puzzles the =<br>
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| + will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly +<br>
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| = to others that we know not of..." Hamlet =<br>
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| + +<br>
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| = Lt., j.g. J.C.M. Allard CSO USS FEYNMAN Alt.Starfleet.RPG =<br>
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| + Lt. [Dr.] D'doj Zzawj Ckorji - UNASSIGNED SILVER FLEET +<br>
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| = Lcdr. Jordon Kabreigny CNS USS BURKE GREEN FLEET =<br>
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| + Lcdr. Ion Steiner L.C. SFDITF TEAM ALPHA-1 SFDITF +<br>
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| = Capt. Johan Bauer COMSFDITF "All I ask is a tall ship..." =<br>
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| +=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=<br>
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| <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Meleah's Input</h3> | | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Meleah's Input</h3> |
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| Melanie<br> | | Melanie<br> |
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| | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Maril's Comments</h3> |
| | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 9-3-1997</h4> |
| | <I> |
| | > Maril paused. “And another thing: several of us would look rather |
| | > strange in the mid-2360’s. The Federation didn’t break the language |
| | > barrier with the Tamarians until the late 2360’s. The Captain would |
| | > have a hard time explaining who he was. Lieutenant Meleah, while |
| | > appearing human, would probably be shown to be an android to a scan. |
| | > As the only known sentient android at the time was the then-Lieutenant- |
| | > Commander Data, it would pose some serious problems.<br> |
| | </I> |
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| | LT Jerran rubbed the ridges on his nose self consciously, "And as far as I |
| | know, there were no half Bajoran officers in Starfleet at the time, as |
| | Bajor itself was still under the iron fist of Cardassia. Those Bajora |
| | that were in Starfleet were considered outsiders by our people because |
| | the consensus was that they should be helping to wrest our planet free |
| | rather than exploring the galaxy with the Federation." |
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| | Capt Zane nodded and said, "Good points from both of you. We'll |
| | definitely have to take that into consideration." |
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| | Jerran nodded as the briefing continued. He was curious to hear how they |
| | planned on making the trip back in time. Back in the Academy, he had done |
| | a senior project involving recalculating the equations Captain Spock had |
| | invented for first the original Enterprise and then the commandeered |
| | Klingon Bird of Prey christened the HMS Bounty for use in time travel to |
| | the late 20th century. He had managed to fine tune some of the trickier |
| | variables, such as ship mass and how much time was to be traversed. His |
| | equations could theoretically send a ship back in time with a temporal |
| | accuracy of a couple of months. Of course, when trying to pinpoint a |
| | certain event in history, that required quite a bit more accuracy. |
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| | Jerran smiled inwardly to himself as he remembered the Vulcan professor he |
| | had on his thesis committee was rather perturbed at the variable in the equation |
| | which expressly involved the user making a guess, as Captain Spock himself |
| | put it. He had even managed to program the Kobyashi Maru simulator to |
| | accept the equations. The simulation would probably have turned out fine |
| | if Jerran hadn't neglected to remove the three Klingon battlecruisers from |
| | the original simulation programming. The end result, to say the least, |
| | was one less star in the Klingon Neutral Zone. |
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| | ***************************************************************************<br> |
| | * job...@chuma.cas.usf.edu * jba...@deans2.cas.usf.edu *<br> |
| | ***************************************************************************<br> |
| | * Joseph Baker *<br> |
| | * University of South Florida *<br> |
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| | * Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu * Of the Chief parts of the *<br> |
| | * meillunsiateve * Ruling Passion only this *<br> |
| | * rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * Can be truly said: *<br> |
| | * Mnahe afw'ein qiuu, * Hate has a reason for everything *<br> |
| | * rh'e hweithnaef * But love is unreasonable *<br> |
| | * mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu * --Rihannsu Proverb *<br> |
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