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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"Don't you ever sleep?" Dalton asked.

Captain Lora Kor shook his head. "Not if I can help it," he replied. The
two men were sitting at one of the aft tables in Seventh Heaven, almost
directly underneath the large bay windows that dominated the upper aft roof
of the space. The Captain smiled thanks at one of the staff, who appeared
long enough to remove an empty glass and replace it with a full one --
Guinness, of course -- then withdraw. It was late in the ship's night.

"I suppose as Chief Medical Officer, I should have some kind of problem with
that," Dalton said, lounging backwards in his chair, nursing his own drink.
"But you're all grown up now and should know to take care of yourself," he
said.

Lora Kor chuckled. "Grown up several times over, in fact," he said,
grinning. "All I've found in those several lifetimes is that sleep is
pretty much a waste of valuable waking hours."

Dalton nodded, somewhat pensively. Neither man said anything for some time,
watching the stars go by in the windows as Coro maneuvered in her position
in the defensive perimeter. "What are we waiting here for, anyway?" Dalton
asked finally.

"The ambassador ship," the Captain responded. "We were actually expecting
her almost an hour ago. We sent the Mears and a couple of squads back
through the gate looking for her."

"Won't be much of a negotiation if the Traxati cut the ambassador ship in
half," Dalton said with a wry smile. Lora Kor nodded, but his response was
interrupted by Commander Dejat's voice over ship's comm.

"Bridge to Captain, the ambassador ship is inbound. Admiral Aldur has
called a meeting on the flagship of all ship's Captains," Dejat said over
the comm.

"Thank you, Commander," the Captain said, tapping his combadge and rising.
"Inform the Admiral I'll be over presently and prepare the Captain's Gig to
fly." After receiving an acknowledgement, the Captain drained his glass and
pushed it aside, preparing to leave the lounge.

Dalton looked over his shoulder. "Why not transport over?" he asked,
curious.

"Not after even a couple of ales," the Captain said, smiling slightly and
holding one hand over his abdomen. "We," he said, emphasizing the word,
"don't much care for the transporter after a Guinness. See you in a few
hours," he said. Seventh Heaven's doors closed behind him.

"Oh, that's interesting," Dalton said to the mostly empty room. He turned
back to the windows in time to see what was apparemtly the ambassador ship
on approach. Its stark lines and contrasts identified it almost immediately
as a Vulcan ship. Dalton's expression of interest turned into a
disapproving frown.

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Crew Roster:
Commanding Officer: Capt. Tebrun Lora Kor (Jester)
Executive Officer: Cmdr. Jarod Bentall (Alffred)
Marine Commandant: LCol. Jeremy Ironside (Fraser)
Platoon Leader: Maj. MayTa (MayTa)
Squadron Leader: 1Lt. Thomas Wayne (Masters)
Chief Tactical: Lt. William Daren (Daren)
Chief Engineer: Lt. (JG) Zunite Oswald (Sonya)
Assistant Engineer: Ens. Skylooker Aramis (Skylooker)
Assistant Engineer: Ens. Jack C. Farley (CCC)
Chief Science Officer: Cmdr. Velorna Tal (Aggie01)
Assistant Science: Ens. Tempus Phontam (Ragarok)
Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Dalton (Heiwa)

On Leave of Absense:
Chief Flight Operations: LCdr. Fornan Dejat (McC)
Assistant Tactical: Lt. Aurel Ian (Aurelian)

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Ross Glenn aka Jester
Captain Tebrun Lora Kor, U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901
http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/
Acting Deputy Commander in Chief, UCIP (OOC)