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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Commander Tebrun Lora Kor was still straightening out his Ready Room as best
he could when the doorbell rang. He had been putting off this particular
chore for nearly a week. The room was still a mess, both from the rough
handling the Coro had received during the powered-down transit through the
slipstream corridor and what were Savant's first attempts to redecorate.
Still chuckling to himself over that misadventure, Lora Kor glanced at the
door. "Enter," he said.

Lt. Commander Jarod Bentall entered, looking somewhat bemused. "Captain, we
have yet another courier ship requesting permission to rendezvous with us."

"Oh?", the Captain asked, "who is it this time?" Over the past several
days, a number of small couriers had rendezvoused with Coronado,
transferring over new crew members and those returning from various
functions.

"That's the curious thing, Captain," Bentall replied. "This one isn't one
of ours, and she refuses to give her name over subspace. Just insists she
needs to come aboard to talk to one of our officers. She transmitted a
valid Intel credential, though."

Lora Kor frowned. "That's damned unusual. I don't suppose she said what it
was about?"

Bentall shook his head. "No, Captain," he said.

Lora Kor looked up and shrugged. "Very well, Exec -- permission to dock is
granted. We may as well hear what she has to say."

A few minutes later, the Targa class runabout was docked in Coronado's
shuttlebay. The small, ungainly craft was barely powered down before the
hatch opened and a tall, statuesque woman alighted. She wore a Starfleet
uniform of command maroon, long dark hair, and a serious expression. Cadet
Curcio was overseeing the securing of the runabout and the closing of the
shuttlebay doors when the woman approached him. "That won't be necessary,
Cadet," she told him. "I'm not going to be aboard long enough to secure the
doors. Where can I find--" She stopped talking as Bentall passed through
the doors from the main body of the ship into the shuttlebay. "Are you
Bentall?" she asked.

"Lt. Commander Jarod Bentall, Executive Officer," Bentall corrected her.
"And you are...?"

"...not going to be aboard long enough to make such formalities necessary,
Commander," she said sharply, dodging the question. "I just need to see
your Captain... and Lt. Commander Donal tr'Ragarok. Is he aboard?"

Bentall glanced at Curcio, who was frowning, and shook his head very
slightly, then looked back at the woman. "Yes, he is," he said finally.
"I'll have him escorted to your meeting with the Captain. This way,
please."

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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)
Squadron Leader Cdt. Nick Curcio (NickC)
Platoon Leader: Cdt. Patrick Maier (Caerdwyn)
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/