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       / || \            Starfleet Command, Second Fleet
      /  ||  \             U.S.S. Coronado,  NCC-63100
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 The small group made its way down a secondary access corridor
 on the Fire Lance.  The Vizier, walking ahead, steps firm, was
 followed by a pair of stormtroopers escorting the prisoner
 before them.  Captain Aldur walked slowly, manacled hands held
 in front of him as he went.

 Suddenly, the Vizier stopped short.  Aldur, who had grown used
 to the man's stolid inaccessibility, was shocked to see him
 grow stiff.  The red robed man spun around, the look of shock
 and horror on his face evident as he rushed toward one of the
 wall comm units.  "Take him to the execution chamber!" the
 Vizier snapped to the two guards as he walked by.

 One stormtrooper looked at the other and shrugged.  Aldur,
 sensing an opportunity, did his best to look beaten -- he
 allowed his shoulders to slump as he looked at the retreating
 scarlet figure, then turned back in the direction they had
 been going and started walking.  The two troopers followed.

 Behind him, the Vizier's voice faded as the group walked
 away.  "What's happened?" Aldur heard him ask, and then
 something through the comm about someone getting killed aboard
 a starship called Avenger, then the voices faded into the
 background as he turned a corner and reached a door that
 swished open in front of him.  Taking a deep breath, Aldur
 stepped through.

 The armor the two troopers were wearing forced them to close
 their grouping a bit as they stepped through, and for a
 moment, one was walking in front of the other.

 Aldur spun around, his left foot snapping out as he did so,
 catching the guard in front in the stomach.  Aldur winced at
 the impact with the trooper's armor, but stepped forward to
 follow up, raising his manacled hands above him and clasping
 them together before slamming them down just below the man's
 helmet.  He crumpled, his sidearm clattering to the deck.

 The second trooper swung his weapon up, and Aldur dropped
 knees first right on top of the first trooper and rolled
 off, then scrambled for the blaster on all fours, his legs
 working ungracefully as they drove him forward.  The second
 man turned to fire again...

 Aldur reached the gun, and arching his back and pointing his
 hands upward, pointed it at the second man and fired twice,
 knocking him down.  The trooper's shot went wide.

 The action over for the moment, the Captain checked the first
 guard (unconscious but alive), then had to stop and collect
 himself, panting.  He was almost shaking from the lack of food
 and was out of breath from the first serious exercise he'd had
 in weeks.  He looked around the narrow hallway he'd been
 escorted into -- some kind of detention center.  Noticing
 something that looked very much like a camera pointed right at
 him, he grimaced and left the area quickly, the blaster still
 held in his clasped hands.

 First order of business... remedy his weakened condition with
 some food and find some way of getting these manacles off...

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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/