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       / || \            Starfleet Command, Second Fleet
      /  ||  \             U.S.S. Coronado,  NCC-63100
   .-/   ||   \-.        Captain Brian Aldur, Commanding
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   .-_-. || .-_-.              Simulation Teaser
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/ Simulation Teaser                                                          |
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 The Vizier walked into Captain Brian Aldur's cell, filling it with
 bright light from the hallway outside.  Aldur winced as the light
 stung his eyes.  Shielding his eyes with one hand, he used the
 other to pull himself up using the railing on the cell wall.  His
 movements lacked his usual strength -- the Empire apparently felt
 that starvation was a good prisoner persuasion method.  Once on
 his feet, the Captain braced himself against the wall.

 The red-robed figure regarded Aldur pityingly for a few moments
 before speaking.  "I have something that you probably will want
 to see, Captain."  The Vizier's voice was cold and soft as always
 as he pulled out some kind of projector and turned it on.

 The image quality wasn't that good ({{But that's all I expect from
 the Empire}}, Aldur thought), but it was still a riveting display
 because it was the image of a space battle.  Coronado and several
 Rebel ships were in combat against a Imperial force and were
 pinned against and Imperial base.  TIE fighters swarmed around the
 Rebel ships and the Coro, further clouding the display.

 Aldur gasped, however, when what the Vizier meant to show him
 became plain -- the Captain watched as the Coronado was destroyed
 by a blast from the Fire Lance Super Star Destroyer.

 The Vizier's gaze became condescending.  "Yes," he hissed.  "Your
 starship has been destroyed.  These images were taken a few hours
 ago."  He turned off the projector and slipped it into a fold in
 his robe.

 "So, you see, Captain," he said thoughtfully, ignoring Aldur's
 pained look.  "We don't need you any more.  Little point to you
 telling us about your vessel's technology if we can't duplicate
 it, is there."

 The Vizier looked up at Aldur, his voice suddenly going hard.  "So
 I have ordered your execution.  It will be scheduled shortly."
 The Vizier waited, but Aldur did not respond other than to push
 himself away from the wall and stand up as straight as he could.

 The hated face hardened.  "I suggest you prepare yourself for
 death, Captain."  With that, the man turned and left the cell, the
 door hissing shut behind him.

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