U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901

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/ || \ UCIP Starfleet Command, Fifth Fleet
/ || \ U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901
.-/ || \-. Captain Tebrun Lora Kor, Commanding
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Captain Tebrun Lora Kor stood up. "OK!" he said quickly. "Fall us back to
extreme short sensor range, but keep the tactical view up -- if there's any
chance that the Swarm detected us, I want to know about it right away." He
glanced over to Major Ironside. "Major, call back the Spectres to minimum
patrol distance." Nodding as his orders were acknowledged, the Captain
hurried over to Commander Overdark at the Science station.

"Captain," Overdark said, noting his approach, "long range sensors are
definitely picking up some kind of lifeforms on that class K planetoid
nearby, but at this extreme distance, there's no way to tell who's home."

Lora Kor nodded. "Very well." He looked over at Bentall. "Commander,
what's the word from the Secret Service team?"

Bentall, still seated in his chair, leaned over the console on the armrest.
"Captain," he replied after a moment, "the strike team reports partial
success. They were able to... treat the Romulan Commander and destroy the
data that she had managed to collect on future technology," he said,
smirking a bit at the strike team's use of language. He hoped "treat"
didn't involve permananet damage... "tr'Idran, however, got away. They're
pretty sure they wounded him," he finished.

The Captain nodded. "What about Ragarok?" he asked urgently.

"No sign of him on the runabout or on the Romulan ships," Bentall said.
"tr'Idran must have stashed him somewhere else."

Lora Kor frowned, then nodded. "A captive Romulan on that runabout would
have been extremely difficult for tr'Idran to explain," he mused. "But he
wouldn't have let him too far out of his sight." Nodding, he turned to
Dejat, and headed back for his chair.

"Commander," he said, "once we're clear of the Swarm, set course for that
planetoid. I don't know if tr'Idran would have brought Ragarok into the
past with him, but it's worth a shot."

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The Starfleet Intelligence runabout escaped back into the present.

tr'Idran, fuming, worked with the balky Starfleet medical kit on board,
trying to salve the phaser burns on his hip and shoulder. The armor he had
worn aboard the Swarm ship had deflected most of the blasts, and should have
prevented a Starfleet phaser from harming him at all. But the troops that
had attacked him had been different, and their weapons... snarling, he went
back to work, trying to heal the damage.

As the timejump ended, he noted that Ragarok's theories were correct: one
could apparently travel in space or time, but not both. The runabout
reentered the timestream at the same place he had jumped out, inside Romulan
space, only a light-year from the Federation/Romulan border. Accessing
communications, he confirmed that his Ori... "allies" were still where they
had agreed to meet him... which meant that his attempt to change the past
had failed.

Swearing, he contemplated his agreement with the Ori. Had the timeline been
successfully altered, any agreement that he had made with them would have
been pointless, because he had left strict instructions regarding the Ori
home planet. He SHOULD have returned to his time to find that the Ori were
merely another subject race of the Empire... the Republic, in this timeline.
tr'Idran spat. Republics were fit only for puling, whining, bickering
humans. A strong race, an expanding race... true Romulans had no need for
such. The Rihannsu Star Empire... yet another birthright his "people" had
abandoned. Well. He would simply jump back to another timeline, and try
again. Perhaps a hundred years before the war?

Tossing the medical kit away, he began to set the parameters for another
time jump when he saw something that simply would not be bourne.

Less than a light-year away was one of the proud Warbirds of the Rihannsu
fleet... and nearby, Federation ships! They were cooperating? Snarling, he
called to his Ori "allies" and signaled them to attack.

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Crew Roster:
Commanding Officer: Capt. Tebrun Lora Kor (Jester)
Executive Officer: Cmdr. Jarod Bentall (Alffred)
Marine Commandant: LMaj. Jeremy Ironside (Fraser)
Squadron Leader: 2Lt. Nick Curcio (NickC)
MFT: Cdt. Zunite Oswald (Sonya)
Command Liaison Interface: Savant / EMH / EEH (Mouse)
Chief Tactical: Lt. (JG) William Darren (Darren)
Assistant Tactical: Lt. (JG) Aurel Ian (Aurelian)
Chief Flight Operations: LCdr. Fornan Dejat (McC)
Chief Engineer: Lt. T'Prax (TPrax)
Assistant Engineer: Cdt. Skylooker Aramis (Lewis_Sharp)
Chief Science: Cmdr. Donal tr'Ragarok (Ragarok)
Chief Medical: Lt. Adam Barnes (Barnes)
Bartender: Dalton (Heiwa)

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Ross Glenn aka Jester
Captain Tebrun Lora Kor, U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901
http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/
Deputy Fifth ("Epsilon") Fleet Commander