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       / || \            Starfleet Command, Second Fleet
      /  ||  \             U.S.S. Coronado,  NCC-63100
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   .-_-. || .-_-.              Simulation Teaser
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 A dark, harsh breathing filled the small conference room, as Aldur was
 brought in binders securing his wrists together in front of him, a
 stormtrooper on either side. The Captain stopped short as he regarded the
 figures in front of him.

 One was impressively tall -- well over two meters -- and clothed entirely
 in black. Black pants, tunic, cape, a black face mask that entirely
 covered his face, and some sort of apparatus covering the humanoid's
 chest.  He harsh in-and-out of something Aldur was comfortable calling a
 respirator was the source of the breathing in the room.  Either the
 humanoid was an alien, and the helmet seemed to bear this out, or for some
 reason he couldn't breathe the room's atmosphere.

 The other figure was more mysterious.  Aquilline features on an asthetic's
 thin face, this one was dressed in red flowing robes and a peaked hat. 
 There was something dark and dangerous about that one -- he was more
 forbidding than the one dressed in black for some reason Aldur couldn't
 identify.

 The stormtroopers removed his bindings and stepped back to guard the door. 
 Aldur rubbed his chafed wrists as he regarded the third object in the
 room.  Hovering about two meters off the floor was a large black and
 silver ball with many varying protrusions extending from it.  Aldur
 cringed inwardly when he saw something that looked like a VERY primitive
 needle but kept his face impassive.

 "Welcome, Captain Aldur," the taller one said, noting his glance at the
 sphere, the humanoid's harsh breathing alternating with his speech.  "I
 have been looking forward to meeting you."  The asthetic leaned forward
 eagerly, and suddenly, Aldur felt something wrap itself around his throat
 -- he clutched at it, only vaugely aware of the door hissing shut behind
 him...

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 Lehman woke up with a start, the sound of a man screaming still echoing in
 her ears. She all but exploded out of the bed, all but yelling "Computer,
 lights!"  The soft golden light filled a room which was empty other than
 herself.

 What had THAT dream been about?  She crossed to the replicator to get
 herself a glass of water.  And who had that little alien been?  She could
 still hear the words he had said before the screaming had started...

 "Come to me you must... the only way to save your friend it is."

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 The small being pointed a staff at DuLac.  "Your destiny it was to come. 
 Hm?  Fight you your destiny?"

 "I do not comprehend, dear sir, how you know the fate of my Lord
 Captain," DuLac replied mildly, leaning on his sword.

 The being laughed.  "Do you question the birds, how they fly?  Hm? 
 The river, how it runs?  Hm!"  He turned away from DuLac and laughed. 
 "Come if you will," he said, turning, a sly glint in his eye.  "But if
 you come not, your friend you will not see again."

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 Toran turned the lightsabre over and over in his hands, regarding the
 strange dream he had had.  He had tried to ignore it, and had gone back
 to sleep... only to be awoken less than an hour later by a man's scream. 
 Scrambling for the light switch only to remember the voice-activated
 commands on this ship, he had stumbled out of bed before he realized he
 was alone in the quarters.

 Now, all pretense of sleep lost, he turned the sabre over and over,
 regarding it.

 Finally, he stood.  "May as well check it out..."  He stood and left his
 quarters, headed for the turbolift.  "Computer, assault shuttlebay!" he
 said, entering.

 A few moments later, he stepped out, heading for one of the modified
 X-wings... only to see two Starfleet officers working hurriedly around
 one of this ship's larger shuttles.  He spotted Lehman immediately --
 she was working on a small PADD.  A moment later, he spotted DuLac,
 loading provisions and a small pile of equipment, including weapons,
 into the shuttle.

 "I've got our clearance to leave from Commander Silver..." Lehman was
 saying as Toran approached.  She paused, uncertain.  DuLac also looked up
 to regard the Rebel visitor, then divined almost immediately why Toran
 was here.

 "Perchance, my friend, you had a vision of a small alien lifeform?  One
 that called upon you to partake in a Quest?" DuLac asked, then smiled as
 Toran nodded, confused.

 Lehman ran her hands through her long hair, smoothing it out.  "This is
 too weird," she said.  "How can we all be having the same dream?  Well,
 climb aboard," she said waving him into the shuttle with her PADD. 
 Toran, nonplussed, did so.  DuLac and Lehman finished with the
 provisions, then followed.

 The Starfleet helmsman dropped into the shuttle pilot's chair and
 started tapping in a course?  "Where are we going?" she asked
 rhetorically.

 "Degobah," DuLac replied.  Toran looked at the Knight askance, then
 nodded. "Degobah," he agreed.  Lehman smirked.  "Degobah it is," she
 said.

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