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      /  ||  \             U.S.S. Coronado,  NCC-63100
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/ Simulation Teaser                                                          |
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 Lieutenant Randy Wallace was bored.

 "Could there possibly be any worse assignment, anywhere in the
 Federation?" he wondered to himself, as he brought science ship U.S.S.
 Yosemite, NCC-19002, around for *another* pass of this benighted star.
 Yosemite was the first ship in 15 years to visit this place, and Wallace
 couldn't imagine a more boring destination.

 The ship had been orbiting Barnard's Star for almost four days now.  The
 star itself seemed to throb malignantly -- it had been in pre-nova stage
 for several months now, and the science ship had been dispatched to
 observe its explosion and collapse at close range.  The scientists aboard
 were excited.  It was the closest star to Earth in recorded history ever
 to go nova.

 However, less than a day after arriving, Wallace could tell that something
 was wrong.  The mission wasn't going as planned.  Wallace himself had
 picked up the debris field, and yes, OK, it was large... but was it worth
 the panic that the science team seemed to be regarding it with?

 Wallace checked his console -- a proximity alert was going off.  "That's
 strange," he thought to himself.  "Who *else* would be crazy enough to
 come to such a boring place?"  A moment later, he watched as a heavily-
 armed Federation frigate howled into the system at high warp and dropped
 to impulse practically right on top of the Yosemite.  Wallace idly
 increased magnification on the viewscreen to catch the ship's registry.

 NCC-63100, U.S.S. Coronado.  The name meant nothing to Wallace, but
 company could only mean one thing.

 "Maybe there's something interesting going on here after all!"

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Ross Glenn aka Jester
Captain Brian Aldur, U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-63100
http://www.ussrenegade.com/coro2400/