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      /  ||  \             U.S.S. Coronado,  NCC-63100
   .-/   ||   \-.     Fleet Captain Brian Aldur, Commanding
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/ Simulation Teaser                                                             |
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 Admiral Namimby walked quickly down a side corridor in Starbase 247's Intel
 Ops deck until he reached one of the small labs.  He entered without knocking
 then glanced around the small chamber.  Spotting Toria, he approached, his
 voice gruff but not unkind.

 "C'mon.  This is no longer a research project," he told her.

 Startled, the young Lieutenant gathered up her materials -- some on PADDs,
 most on flimsy printouts -- and followed the Admiral back into the corridor.
 Namimby added to her load by handing her a PADD.  "What's this?" she asked,
 taking it and turning it on.

 "Scan data from a ship that's docking right now.  They seem to have confirmed
 your theory."  Namimby crossed a side corridor, then passed through a
 spectacular transparent aluminum connecting bridge overlooking the Starbase's
 vast docking area.  He moved quickly, without seeing it.  Toria, engrossed
 in the PADD, didn't see it either, and nearly bumped into the Admiral when
 they reached the turbolift.  The two officers entered.

 The public address system took that moment to make an announcement: "Ops to
 all decks... Ops to all decks... U.S.S. Coronado arriving, bay 4.  Repeat,
 Coronado arriving, bay 4.  First shuttle departs in ten minutes."  Namimby
 nodded thoughtfully to himself.

 "Docking Bay 4," he ordered the TL.

 Toria looked at the Admiral out of the corner of her eye as she looked at the
 scan readings.  "I take it Coronado is the ship you're talking about..."  The
 Admiral nodded.  Toria held up the PADD.  "Is this what I think it is?"

 As Namimby answered, the turbolift doors opened, and Toria had to hurry to
 follow the much larger man's stride toward the gangway and airlock.  "They
 have evidence that there was a changeling aboard a Federation starship as
 early as 2168," Namimby called over one shoulder.  Toria stopped, startled.
 Several of the flimsies slipped out of her nerveless fingers and settled to
 the deck below.

 Namimby nodded as Toria recovered and scooped up her paperwork, then helped
 her back up and led her by the elbow toward the gangway and Coronado.

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 Three hours later, following a brief meeting with the commanding officer of
 the Coronado, Namimby was on the move again.  Again, he set of in search of
 one of the young members of the staff.  According to the computer, he could
 be found in one of the smaller docking ports that filled Starbase 247.

 Arriving, he crossed another transparent aluminum corridor bridge.  This
 time, however, he took a moment to admire the starship filling the bay.
 "The Queen of the Fleet," he thought with a small smile as he admired her
 lines.  "Soon, you'll be out there again, defending the Federation from her
 enemies," he promised her silently.

 There was a certain poetry in the thought, and Namimby smiled as he set off
 in search of Lt. Dev Wallace.  According to the reports, Wallace had served
 on Coronado, and was Namimby's best source for information on whether her
 Captain and crew could handle the mission Namimby had in mind.

 Crossing the remainder of the bridge, Namimby came even with the ship's
 registration and markers, painted in two-meter high letters on the
 secondary hull.  He noted them as he passed, one more thing that would have
 to be modified before the ship could fly again...

 STARSHIP U.S.S. ENTERPRISE   UNITED FEDERATION OF PLANETS   NCC-1701-A

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