U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901

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/ || \ UCIP Starfleet Command, Fourth Fleet
/ || \ U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901
.-/ || \-. Commander Tebrun Lora Kor, Commanding
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Mr. Dalton was inclined to argue with them -- they were only holograms,
after all -- until he realized that the phaser that each of the Emergency
Security Holograms was holding on him was a real one, not a holographic
projection. So, instead of arguing, he allowed the holograms to lead him
through the ship's corridors, soon arriving at Sickbay.

Entering, he was greeted by the sight of the EMH, busily rolling a large
cart over to one of the surgical beds.

Dalton smirked and regarded the EMH as one might look on a small yapping
dog. "What? Am I sick?"

The EMH turned to regard the Ullian, and its face betrayed a mixture of
exasperation and annoyance. "In a manner of speaking, Mr. Dalton," it
replied, and nodded to the ESH programs, who firmly dragged him toward
the surgical bed, ignoring the bartender's protests...

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The Emergency Engineering Hologram was so unobtrusive, it was easy to miss
as it entered Seventh Heaven carrying a small tool chest. Trying to
ignore the crew and flickering and sparking due to the damage that Dalton
had inflicted on one of the room's holoemitters, it tossed some of its
red-orange hair out of its eyes, pulled out some spare parts and began
repairing the damaged holoemitter...

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"Now, there's a sight you don't see every day," Technician Baswell said
softly. Another technician could only nod in awe.

Before them, a small army of Emergency Engineering Holograms were moving
through the maintenance spaces on deck 12. One of the EEHs reached Baswell
and looked up at him shyly.

"Errmmm... I hate to bother you, sir... but... we've been ordered to escort
all sentients to the recreational facilities on decks 7 through 11. If it
wouldn't be too much trouble..." The EEH swallowed and looked up at Baswell
with hopeful, child-like eyes, like a puppy that expects to be kicked.

Baswell could only nod mutely and the EEH smiled that small shy smile again,
took his hand, and led him toward the turbolift...

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On deck 6, the Marines gave ground only slowly as they were driven back by
another small army, this one of Emergency Security Holograms. Shooting an
ESH temporarily dephased its matrix and caused it to drop its phaser... but
it would reform a couple of meters away, pick up the weapon, and continue
fighting...

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One by one, the lower decks powered down as lights went off and life-support
shut down. Power from decks 18 through 21 immediately went to increasing
the size of the army dealing with the Marines on deck 6. Power from decks
16 and 17 went directly to transporters, beaming recalcitrant crew members
to Seventh Heaven. Power from deck 14 went to the holodecks...

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And on the Bridge, Savant sat in the Captain's chair, smiling to herself as
she looked toward Dnoces, where she would successfully complete the Coro's
mission there and gain the fame that she so richly deserved...

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Crew Roster:
Commanding Officer: Cdr. Tebrun Lora Kor (Jester)
Executive Officer: LtCdr. Jarod Bentall (Alffred)
Command Liaison Interface: Savant / EMH / EEH (Mouse)
Marine Commandant: Maj. Jeremy Ironside (Fraser)
Chief Flight Operations: LCdr. Fornan Dejat (Ryan)
Chief Tactical Officer: Ens. William Darren (Darren)
Assistant Tactical: Ens. Aurel Ian (Aurellian)
Chief Engineer: Lt. T'Prax (T'Prax)
Assistant Engineer: Cdt. Zunite Oswald (Sonya)
Chief Science: LCdr. Donal tr'Ragarok (Ragarok)
Chief Medical: Lt. (JG) Adam Barnes (Barnes)
Bar: Dalton (Heiwa)

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