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/ Simulation Teaser                                                             |
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 Persecution.

 Persecution and frustration.  The shapeshifter known as Martia growled in
 anger.  Why must these creatures torment her so?  Everywhere she went --
 Earth, ch'Rihan, Qo'nos, and now the Rigel system -- these creatures felt the
 need to chase her... hunt her... drive her from her home.  There were
 thousands of smugglers!  Why were so many fixated on her?

 Was she really so different from the others?  She didn't know why she could
 change her shape, she just could.  She didn't know who her people were, or
 where her homeland was... except she did, sometimes.  Sometimes she found
 herself staring into space, staring at a particular grouping of stars.  She
 had even looked them up.  A new system, with more of these solid creatures,
 recently contacted... on the edge of known space.  It called to her, and she
 didn't know why.

 Pacing, ignoring the other pirates as they shuffled through the caverns,
 attempting to come up with a new gambit that would destroy the invaders from
 Earth, Martia growled in ever-increasing anger, frustration... and maybe even
 a little fear.  This new group was different from the others -- more
 determined.  Maybe they weren't even after her specifically, she thought, then
 rejected that thought out of hand.  They were ALWAYS after her.  Suddenly, she
 stopped pacing, staring blankly at a wall.

 They were always after her.  They had always been after her.  They would
 always be after her.  She would escape!  She would leave this place to the
 pirates with their horrid smells and their spiky hair and their oversized
 ears, so different from what she...

 Growling, she stopped again.  She couldn't remember, but she finally felt it
 was time to find out why those stars called to her.

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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/