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/ || \ U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-63100
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With the arrival of the Camelynian worldship, conditions aboard the U.S.S.
Panache improved remarkably. While the high-speed Starfleet transport was
certainly adequate transportation, as well as being one of the fastest
types of ships in Starfleet, there was certainly something to be said for
a slightly slower speed and access to the interior of the Camelynian
vessel.
The majority of the more than 500 Starfleet officers aboard Panache had
found their way into the spacious fields and valleys on the main "floor"
of the worldship. Above them, a very realistitic representation of a sun
on blue sky. Below them, very real dirt, grass, shrubs, trees, and other
plants. The Camelynian ship regulated its internal life support and
oxygen through the use of the plants, an older but still quite elegant
solution. There was even real weather patterns in the interior, as
moisture from the one lake on the surface rose to the sky to form clouds
from which rain occasionally fell.
If that wasn't enough to inspire a sense of wonder among the guests, the
Camelynians themselves could certainly do that. Jousting was taking place
on one field, hawking on another. On a third, demonstrations of
swordsmanship held sway. Mouse had entered that field, a dark horse
contestant if ever there was one. Entering a single elimination
tournament, she had defeated the assembled squires of half a hundred
Knights and noblemen, much to her own surprise and to DuLac's delight.
For the more adventurous, several Knights were offering "orientation"
flights on a dozen tamed cybergryphons in the worldship's clear skies.
Marshall had pulled aside one of the Camelynian flight leaders and within
an hour, had found himself strapped into the cockpit of one of the white-
winged Camelynian assault fighters. He had returned to the Panache,
bruised but happy, determined to master the small gunship before the
worldship departed for home.
There was music and festivals, lights and dancing, parades and parties.
All that remained of Camelyn had apparently gathered here, far from home,
to witness the marriage of their King and his chosen Bride...
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Ross Glenn aka Jester
Fleet Captain Brian Aldur, U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-63100
http://www.ussrenegade.com/coro2400/