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/ || \ Starfleet Command, Second Fleet
/ || \ U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-63100
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The Federation is vast. In the newly dawned 2374, the United Federation of
Planets spanned 154 systems spread across eight thousand light-years of space.
Even in 2293, the Federation was not small, and crossing it takes time.
From Vulcan to Betazed to Berengaria, across the Onias Sector to Omicron Theta,
through the Lorenze Cluster to the Hugora Nebula, the Orion blockade runner
shot across Federation space, Endeavour in hot pursuit. Three times, the crew
of the Endeavour thought they had lost the smaller ship, only to pick it up
again on the far side of various astronomical phenomenon -- once a neutron
star, once a class 4 nebula, once a protostar cluster.
Once in the Hugora Nebula, however, the blockade runner vanished again. Lost
in the swirling mists, plasma streamers, and gravitational anomalies, Endeavour
had little choice to but to park on the far side of the nebula, sow a line of
probes along Martia's probable flight path... and wait for her to emerge.
Before them, the nebula. Behind them, a mere 15 light-years away, Bajor. In
the meantime, nothing to do but wait.
And for one Starfleet Captain, feel vaugely guilty. Why did he feel like he
was hunting a scared animal, and not an enemy of the Federation?
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Ross Glenn aka Jester
Fleet Captain Brian Aldur, U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-63100
http://www.ussrenegade.com/coro2400/