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 Personal Log, Tebrun Kor
 Stardate 239909.27

 Ninety-two days.

 That's my current length of service as the U.S.S. Coronado's Commanding
 Officer.

 During that time, we've launched our starship in defiance of Starfleet
 orders, only to learn that those orders were given by men and women running
 Starfleet as if it were their own personal empire.

 We have responded to a distress call from a scientific colony in the Zadar
 system, only to discover a new potential adversary for the Federation -- a
 race that uses neutronium as weapons.  A race that kills entire sentient
 peoples as we might swat an annoying insect.  A race that we have learned
 almost nothing about, other than their hatred.

 We fled the Zadar system with fewer than 150,000 survivors of that
 cataclysm -- an entire class M planet crushed to debris in our wake.  Those
 thousands owe Coronado their lives... but could we have done better?  Was
 there a way of saving the entire planet that I did not see?

 Seeking the Killers of Zadar, we found only death for one of our own.
 Corporal Brian Freeman, slain when he and his entire Spectre starfighter
 were converted into antimatter by a Killer trap.  That trap, the Iju
 system, a massive neutronium ring structure being used as a method of
 transportation... or covert surveillance.  The system has been quarantined,
 but that can hardly bring comfort to Freeman's parents.

 Others also seek the Killers -- the Moltar fly still, 600 years from the
 Zendi system, their planet destroyed by insect-like conquerors, yet another
 unknown race we have discovered, but learned nothing about.  I have seen the
 destroyers of the Moltar civilization: three of them are encased in stasis
 fields in our science labs.  Three meters high, and looking nothing so much
 as giant preying mantises, even the worldly Mr. Dalton fears them.

 Ninety-two days.  It seems like an entire lifetime, and yet in the sweep of
 my life, it is as nothing.

 And nothing is what I feel I've accomplished as Coronado's Commanding
 Officer.

 END LOG.

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\ End Simulation Teaser                                                      |
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Crew Roster:
	Commanding Officer:           Cmdr. Tebrun Lora         (Jester)
	Executive Officer:            LCdr. Velorna Tal         (Ol Army)
	Marine Commandant:            LMaj. Jeremy Ironside     (Fraser)
	Chief Tactical:               Lt. Sieven Drexler        (Garstini)
	Assistant Tactical:           Ens. Timothy Bruce        (Phoenix)
	Chief Flight Operations:      Lt. (JG) Fornan Dejat     (Ryan)
	Chief Engineer:               Lt. Jarod Bentall         (Alffred)
	Assistant Engineer:           Ens. Titan                (Eric)
	Chief Science:                Lt. Traqzis Trq           (Nephy)
	Assistant Science:            Cdt. Zunite Oswald        (Sonya)
	Bartender:                    Dalton                    (Heiwa)

Positions Available:
	Company Commander Alfa:       Available                 ()
	Squadron Leader:              Available                 ()
	Chief Medical:                Available                 ()

On Leave of Absense:
        Command Liaison Interface:    Savant                    (Mouse)

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Ross Glenn aka Jester
Commander Tebrun Lora, U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901
http://www.ussrenegade.com/coro2400/