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       / || \            Starfleet Command, Second Fleet
      /  ||  \             U.S.S. Coronado,  NCC-63100
   .-/   ||   \-.     Fleet Captain Brian Aldur, Commanding
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/ Simulation Teaser                                                             |
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 In the dream, he was older.

 Fleet Captain Brian Aldur rolled over, then finally sat up.  Another dream.
 Ever since T'koras, he seemed to be plagued with them.  He grumbled to
 himself.  It was all Tollory's fault.  Swinging his feet from under the 
 blankets, he kicked a pile of PADDs lying on the floor by the side of the
 bed.  Crew fitness reports, he would have called them... except these were
 crew *mental* fitness reports, which was a very different matter.  DuLac
 should have been dealing with it.

 But DuLac had other problems just now.

 Standing, Aldur paced the part of the floor that wasn't covered in PADDs,
 trying to piece together the swiftly dispersing fragments of the dream.  The
 good news was that though he'd been having more dreams since T'koras, their
 frequency and their vividness were decreasing rapidly.  That was also the
 bad news, since the dreams seemed to be trying to tell him something.

 In the dream, he was older.  At least 20 or 25 years.  He was seated at a
 desk -- the uniform he'd been wearing was heavier, more formal.  As if
 viewing the dream from outside "himself," he could see Vice Admiral's pips on
 that uniform.  Somehow, he'd even felt himself older in the dream, though.
 Damned odd, whatever it was.

 He'd been sitting in front of a desk, while a stately older woman had been
 seated behind it.  She'd been a Trill -- Aldur could remember that -- and of
 a higher rank.  Full Admiral, perhaps?  It didn't matter.  Superior to Aldur,
 anyway.

 In the dream, the older woman had been telling him something about Coronado.
 Something about Coronado, and luck, and...  Aldur rubbed his temples, trying
 to remember.  He could swear that she'd been talking about someone possibly
 trying to prevent the ship's launch.  But how was that possible if he was
 20 or 25 years older.  Aldur shook his head to clear it.  It didn't make any
 sense.

 Squatting, Aldur picked up one of the PADDs and tapped it against the floor,
 lost in thought for a moment.  He then turned the PADD up and on and looked
 at the display.  He grimaced.  Entries 41 to 57.  At the top was a name he
 didn't recognize: Specialist Alex Jamison.  Engineering section.  Below
 that, in crisp descriptive phrases, Jamison's lack of respect for authority
 figures, his juvenile tendencies, his love of baiting other crew members.

 Aldur snorted and turned the PADD off, tossed it on the floor with the
 others, and walked back toward the bed.  How in Mithras' name had he ever
 let Tollory talk him into this?

 Clearing one of the PADDs (records 74 through 89), Aldur reloaded it with the
 attack plan for the next morning.  He fell asleep reading it for
 approximately the 15th time.  There was so much that could go wrong with this
 attack... so many variables...  The presence of the two massive Marine
 transport ships was worrisome.  They were going to be prime targets, and the
 only thing standing between them and a wave of ramming attacks, Breen
 torpedoes, and insanely protective Cardassians was U.S.S. Coronado and her
 sister ship, U.S.S. Renegade.

 Tomorrow promised to be a long, long day.

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