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       / || \            Starfleet Command, Second Fleet
      /  ||  \             U.S.S. Coronado,  NCC-63100
   .-/   ||   \-.     Fleet Captain Brian Aldur, Commanding
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 It was a sight guaranteed to engender much amusement among the Bridge crew,
 has any of them been present to see it.  Tucked into one corner of the
 Bridge, Commander Sirius and Petty Officer Wildman were doing their
 "homework."  Sirius glanced at the red digits of the Bridge chronometer
 across from him and groaned as it passed through 02:30:00.

 Commander Cash had finally had enough of the slow response times out of the
 two.  On his own way out of the Bridge earlier that evening, he had casually
 growled that by next shift, he had better not see any more delays in the
 production of information or ship's status that the Captain asked for out of
 them.  Cash rarely had to raise his voice to get what he wanted, and this
 was no exception.  Mouse had nearly wilted before him, and Sirius, though he
 had smirked...

 Sirius snorted.  He was here at 0230 hours, wasn't he?  Well, it certainly
 wasn't because he had any fear of the imposing XO.  At least that's what he
 tried to convince himself of as he watched Mouse run their 18th record
 search since their shift had ended seven hours before.

 "OK, Mouse..." Sirius said, rubbing one hand across his face and attempting
 to wake up.  "What have we got?"

 "Pictures from th' Schezerade's library... I think, Co-commander," Mouse
 said, stifling down a yawn.  She pointed at various figures as she scrolled
 through the pictures.  "This one is th' Captain of the Schezerade, the
 cruise liner..."  A tall man posed with several other humanoids.  Sirius
 squinted.  They looked like Bajorans.  Mouse brought up the next picture,
 and the next, and the next.  Most of the liner's passengers looked Bajoran,
 in fact.

 A moment later, several new pictures appeared.  In these, Starfleet
 officers were working with what was apparently the same Bajorans... only
 these Bajorans were injured, some severely.  A picture showed several
 outside a Sickbay ward, several Starfleet uniforms visible in the
 background.  Another showed heavily-armed security personnel escorting
 several Cardassians toward several more security personnel.  Sirius
 squinted at one of the security officers.  He looked vaugely familar...
 Sirius shook it off.  Next to him, Mouse had managed to forget her usual
 nervousness around senior officers enough to pillow her head in both arms
 while she tapped at the button to keep the pictures scrolling with one
 free hand.

 "Good God!" Sirius said as the next picture went by.  Transfixed, he
 stared at it until it, too, passed on.  "Mouse!"  Startled and half-
 asleep until that moment, Mouse fell out of her chair, knocking her head
 against the side of the console.  Sitting up, she rubbed her head, giving
 the shocked Sirius an indignant look.  "Wha' did ya do that..." she
 started to ask, but stopped as Sirius tapped button after button on the
 console in frustration, trying to get the picture display to reverse.
 Mouse stood up, leaning on her chair.

 "It's this one, sir," she said and scrolled the pictures in reverse.

 "That's the one... stop!" Sirius cried, then stared at the picture.
 Mouse looked from the picture description to the picture, a cold feeling
 running through her for reasons she didn't understand.  "'The Ca-captain
 of th' Schezerade posed for this picture with the Captain of th' U.S.S.
 Vigilan', th'ship that rescued us from th' terrorists.'" she read, then
 looked again at the picture.

 "Di-di-didn't DuLac s-say that th' Vigilant was destroyed?" she asked
 hesitantly.

 Sirius nodded.  "I don't think the Captain's going to like this," he
 said tiredly.

 In the picture, the same tall Bajoran man, apparently the Captain of
 the liner, was standing and smiling, with his arm draped over the
 shoulder of another man in a Starfleet uniform.

 The man in the Starfleet uniform was Captain Aldur.

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