U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901

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/ || \ UCIP Starfleet Command, Fourth Fleet
/ || \ U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901
.-/ || \-. Commander Tebrun Lora, Commanding
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And as the song went on and the tone became darker, the voice harder, the
narrator battered by disappointments and disillusionment, the faces of the
audience began to be etched by resistance, even anger.

{{They don't want to hear it,}} Dalton thought sadly. {{They don't want to
hear that their new Federation and its founding won't all be wonderful.}}

When McCutcheon sang of ships destroyed between the stars, he struck the
audience with a body blow. When he sang of hopes dashed by worlds too harsh
and too alien, of the survivors wearily searching for a place that might be
home, the chrus they had so eagerly taken up turned on them, its words now
cynical and mocking.

"My son was born on a sunless morn
in the silent depths of space.
What his life will be, I can hardly see
in this hellish prison place."

"Twenty worlds we've logged and the best was fogged
by a filty poison stew.
There's a year to go but today we'll know
if the next world on might do."

"Look at me, I'm flying free,
living in the stars.
And I curse the day I said I'd join
the caravan to Antares."

The solo riff that followed had an anger that matched the words. McCutcheon
wrung a fury of sound from the instrument and himself, all ringing strings
and hammered notes. Finally, one crashing chord, and there was a moment's
silence. When Christopher began again, the instrument was muted, his voice
cleansed of anger. He sang the son's verse soft with innocence, strong with
confidence:

"My father died on Alcestis Five,
my mother stayed on Pern,
where we left a throng, four thousand strong,
its mysteries to learn."

"Nina's docked in Kepler's lock
'round the icy planet Hoth.
They'll warm the air and seed the ground
and build another Earth."

"But there's worlds to know, and it's time to go;
I was born to roam the stars!
And my crew has sworn we'll carry on
with the caravan to Antares."

The song ended on a long quiet chord, and with those few words, he gave them
back their illusion, gave the struggle a purpose. And the audience threw
their emotional arms around him and thanked him with an accolade that
threatened to strain the transparent aluminum windows. Dalton saw tears on
more than one cheek, and felt the tightness in his own throat as he clapped
and cheered.

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Crew Roster:
Commanding Officer: Cmdr. Tebrun Lora (Jester)
Marine Commandant: LMaj. Jeremy Ironside (Fraser)
Company Commander Alfa: 2nd Lt. Darek Halkins (Durron)
Squadron Leader: 2nd Lt. Kat McClellan (Allie)
Chief Tactical: Lt. Sieven Drexler (Garstini)
Assistant Tactical: Ens. T'Prax (TPrax)
Chief Flight Operations: Lt. Fornan Dejat (McC)
Chief Engineer: Lt. Jarod Bentall (Alffred)
Chief Science: LCdr. Donal tr'Ragarok (Ragarok)
Assistant Science: Cdt. Zunite Oswald (Sonya)
Chief Medical: Ens. Adam Barnes (Barnes)
Bartender: Dalton (Heiwa)

Positions Available:
Executive Officer: Available (---)
Assistant Engineer: Available (---)

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

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