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       / || \         UCIP Starfleet Command, Fourth Fleet
      /  ||  \             U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901
   .-/   ||   \-.      Commander Tebrun Lora, Commanding
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 Captain Walker Kile was obviously a joined Trill, but there the resemblance
 between he and Commander Lora ended.  Kile was tall, thin, lanky, and had a
 fine mess of blonde hair that was just barely under control.  He was also
 much older than Lora, and walked around the younger man's Ready Room with
 quick, jerky movements.  It made the Commander tired just watching him.

 "Your Science officer is perfectly correct, Commander," Kile was saying.
 Lora didn't bother to correct the Enterprise's commander about tr'Ragarok's
 status on Coronado.  "There's no way unmodified humanoid anatomy can survive
 sidestep drive at speeds exceeding the old warp 3 equivalent... in theory."

 Lora leaned forward.  "Captain, you said you had the capability of getting
 Coronado clear of the subspace distortions.  As far as we can tell, those
 distortions extend for hundreds of light-years in every direction.  How do
 you propose to get us clear of those at warp three?"

 Walker turned and nodded.  "You're right, Commander.  There's no way to get
 you clear -- not at warp three.  However, we had something... well,
 something else in mind."  Kile's attitude became more and more agitated.

 Lora stood and crossed to the Ready Room replicator.  "Tea, two cups.
 Peppermint, 90 degrees," he said.  When the beverages appeared, he handed
 one to the Enterprise Captain, who accepted it and the saucer with a nervous
 smile, as if unclear what to do with them.  "Captain, why don't you relax
 and tell me your plan slowly, step by step?" Lora asked, leading Kile over
 to the couch and sitting down.

 Kile nodded and brushed the hair away from his eyes.  "Commander, what do
 you know about artificially-generated wormholes?" he asked finally.

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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)
	Company Commander Alfa:       2nd Lt. Darek Halkins      (Durron)
	Squadron Leader:              2nd Lt. Kat McClellan      (Allie)
	Chief Tactical:               Lt. Sieven Drexler         (Garstini)
	Chief Flight Operations:      Lt. Fornan Dejat           (McC)
	Chief Engineer:               Lt. Jarod Bentall          (Alffred)
	Assistant Engineer:           Ens. Titan                 (Eric)
	Chief Science:                LCdr. Donal tr'Ragarok     (Ragarok)
	Assistant Science:            Cdt. Zunite Oswald         (Sonya)
	Chief Medical:                Ens. Adam Barnes           (Barnes)
	Bartender:                    Dalton                     (Heiwa)

Positions Available:
	Assistant Tactical:           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/