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“Gotcha boss.” Joe replied. Keep smiling and give them the gift of blarney. Perfect job for an Irishman!” Joe stepped toward the [viewscreen showing the] gathered assembly such as they were and smiled hoping that a smile meant the same thing here and not that he was an animal showing his teeth. Clapping his hands together he said, “Welcome all! I’m afraid my captain the smart one has been called away to do captain things! So, I’m afraid you are stuck with me! ” Holing up his had he continued saying, “But never fear I’m not quite as dumb as I may look! Hello all I am Lt. Commander Joe Milligan and I’ll be trying to answer any questions you may have today. So, who’s first?”

Meanwhile, Glen slipped away from the Bridge to his Ready Room. He shut the doors and locked them behind him. He sat down and threw his hands on his head at the pain. How could so much pain result from having a conversation with that damn psychiatrist, Doctor Wong? Glen though. He had tried, during the course of last few years, to put the traumatic events of the Andromeda Galaxy mission behind him, and had been largely successful. The nightmares had become less frequent and he had less trouble sleeping. However, occasionally during times of stress, those memories of the Worm eating through his brain resurfaced, and they could seem almost real again. At times like this, Glen could no longer function. He had to get away and be isolated from other people and ride out the storm until it passed on. Otherwise, he found it impossible to concentrate, while his irritable mood might cause him to say something he might regret, and during this present mission, with everything hanging on this presentation to the Habitat and the Sybyl, he could ill afford such a incident. Better that Joe handle it alone.

Why has that man decided to visit now, and to stir this all up again? Glen thought. I thought we were beginning to put this behind us! Miriam was even behaving herself, most of the time! The pain in his head grew until it was quite unbearable. He stood up and walked to the couch. He just managed to lie down before passing out.

• Glen, CO

OOC: Take care Dave!

Just soon after Glen left the bridge, their comms NE turned, “..Sir? Habitat Master Dol is hailing us with several media news casters and VIPs waiting for our presentation and do ask questions. He has also requested permission to tie in the feed to the Sybl ship. Shall I put them through on visual and audio?” She asked.

GM CockRoach