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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Imagine if you will, your typical Star Trek commercial...

or maybe not so typical.

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MUSIC: "Roll Tide" from Crimson Tide.

SETTING: CORONADO'S MAIN SHUTTLEBAY. SHIP'S OFFICERS AND CREW ARE
ASSEMBLED IN DRESS UNIFORM. THE SHUTTLEBAY DOORS ARE OPEN.
AN HONOR GUARD CARRIES IN A TORPEDO CASING, WHICH THEY SET
DOWN ON A WAIST-HIGH STAND. THE TORPEDO CASING IS COVERED
WITH A FEDERATION FLAG. THE CAMERA ZOOMS IN SLOWLY.

VOICEOVER: "On Monday, December 18..."

FLASHES TO:
INT. SH-BAY: CLOSEUP OF JAROD BENTALL'S FACE.
BENTALL: "We assemble to pay tribute to our honored dead."

VOICEOVER: "...prepare for a special Coronado event..."

FLASHES TO:
INT. SH-BAY: THE CAMERA PANS DOWN THE LINE OF CORONADO OFFICERS IN THEIR
DRESS UNIFORMS. DISBELIEF OR DESPAIR IS PLAIN ON MOST
FACES. AT THE END OF THE LINE, COMMANDER BENTALL IS INJURED
AND HAS ONE ARM IN A WHITE SLING.
TLALOCO: (OVERHEARD) "I can't believe it..."

VOICEOVER: "The Captain is dead, but that may only be the beginning..."

FLASHES TO:
INT. BRIDGE: BRIAN ALDUR STEPS ONTO THE BRIDGE, NOTICIBLY LIMPING, BUT
POSSESSING TWO LEGS. DALTON AND SAVANT FOLLOW HIM AS HE
HEADS FOR COLONEL IRONSIDE. NEITHER LOOK HAPPY, BUT NEITHER
BAR HIS WAY. SAVANT IS FLICKERING AS SHE DID WHEN THE RIFT
WAS CLOSE BY. THE COLONEL LOOKS UP AS ALDUR APPROACHES.

VOICEOVER: "...of the nightmare."

FLASHES TO:
INT. SH-BAY: THE FUNERAL CONTINUES, BUT THE VOICES ARE STRANGELY MUTED.
THE CAMERA SLOWLY PANS DOWN THE LINE OF OFFICERS UNTIL IT
CENTERS ON BRIAN ALDUR'S FACE. HIS EXPRESSION IS
UNREADABLE AND UNCHANGING, LIKE A FACE CARVED IN MARBLE.
BENTALL'S VOICE CONDUCTING THE FUNERAL IS UNDERSTANDABLE --
BARELY -- BUT STILL STRANGELY MUTED.

VOICEOVER: "Who is aboard Coronado, claiming to be Brian Aldur?"

FLASHES TO:
INT. SH-BAY: THE FUNERAL IS WRAPPING UP. THE HONOR GUARD IS BACK, AND
THEY SLIP THE FLAG OFF THE CASING, FOLDING IT IN SLOW,
MEASURED MOTIONS. THERE IS A LONG PAUSE. BENTALL TOUCHES A
CONTROL ON THE PODIUM, AND THE TORPEDO CASING LIFTS OFF THE
STAND AND BEGINS FLOATING OUT OF THE BAY THROUGH THE DOORS.

VOICEOVER: "...and did he cost the Captain his life?"

MUSIC: CHANGES TONE, GROWS LOUDER.

FLASHES TO:
INT. SICKBAY: SICKBAY. DR. DALTON AND BRIAN ALDUR ARE APPARENTLY IN THE
MIDST OF AN ARGUMENT. THE ULLIAN LOOKS UNCHARACTERISTICALLY
SCARED.
DALTON: "You're not even human any more!"

FLASHES TO:
INT. COOR.: ALDUR STANDS IN A COORIDOR, UNARMED, AS A GLOBE OF BLUE-
GREY LIGHT BECOME VISIBLE, FLOATING ABOVE THE CORRIDOR DECK.
THE BLUE-GREY GLOBE EMITS AN ELECTRICAL ARC, WHICH STRIKES
AND ENVELOPS ALDUR, WHO SEEMS ONLY MILDLY AFFECTED. HE
RAISES A HAND AND A BLUE-WHITE ELECTRICAL ARC SLAMS INTO THE
BLUE-GREY GLOBE, DRIVING IT BACK.

VOICEOVER,
ALDUR: (VOICE IS EERILY CALM) "What does that have to do with
anything, Doctor?"

VOICEOVER: "A terrible secret..."

FLASHES TO:
EXT. OPTICAL: CORONADO FLIES THROUGH ELECTRIC BLUE MIST, AS IF SHE WERE IN
ATMOSPHERE. LIGHTNING DISCHARGES STRIKE THE HULL RANDOMLY,
BUT DON'T SEEM TO DO ANY DAMAGE. CORO CONTINUES FORWARD,
AND A PLANET BECOMES VISIBLE, ALMOST GHOST-LIKE, EMERGING
FROM THE FOG. THE SHIP SETTLES INTO ORBIT ABOVE IT.

VOICEOVER: "...that the crew may be killed to protect..."

MUSIC: PERCUSSION JOINS IN, STILL LOUDER...

FLASHES TO:
INT. WARDRM: THE SENIOR STAFF, MINUS IRONSIDE, ARE GATHERED. A HEATED
DISCUSSION IS GOING ON. BENTALL AND DALTON ARE CURRENTLY IN
THE MIDST OF IT, FACING EACH OTHER ACROSS ONE OF THE TABLES.
BENTALL: "You're talking about one of Starfleet's most celebrated
officers, Mr. Dalton. I find it hard to believe that he
would deliberately endanger us--"
DALTON: (INTERRUPTS) "He's already endangered us!"

MUSIC: LOUDER...

FLASHES TO:
INT. BRIDGE: SEVERAL BRIDGE OFFICERS ARE RETREATING TOWARD THE EDGES OF
THE BRIDGE. IN THE CENTER OF THE BRIDGE FORWARD OF THE
COMMAND CHAIR, SOMETHING IS GLOWING -- A BLINDING, BLUE-
WHITE LIGHT. DAREN IS VISIBLE, HOLDING HIS HAND IN FRONT OF
HIS FACE TO BLOCK THE GLARE.
DAREN: "My God, what's happening!?"

VOICEOVER: "...will anyone survive to tell the tale?"

MUSIC: SHIFTS TONE AGAIN.

FLASHES TO:
EXT. OPTICAL: CORONADO HOVERS NEAR THE RIFT WHEN THREE LARGE, BLUE-GREY
OBJECTS SLAM INTO THE SHIELDS. ELECTRICITY ARCS ACROSS THE
SHIP AS THE SHIELDS FIGHT THE ATTACK. ONE ELECTRICAL ARC
SEEMS TO SLICE THROUGH THE SHIELDS, HITTING THE HULL, WHICH
GLOWS BLUE-GREY WHERE HIT.
DAREN: "The shields didn't stop them! They're coming in!"

FLAHSES TO:
INT. CAVERN: AN AWAY TEAM MAKES ITS WAY THROUGH A HALF-SPHERICAL ROOM --
THE DOMED CEILING SEEMS BLURRY, ALTERNATELY FAR OVERHEAD AND
SUFFOCATINGLY CLOSE. A CRYSTAL CYLINDER IS VISIBLE IN THE
MIDDLE OF THE ROOM, REFLECTING AND REFRACTING THE WRIST
LIGHTS THAT THE AWAY TEAM WEARS. ONE OF THE TEAM... NOW
RECOGNIZEABLE AS ALDUR... STEPS TO TOUCH THE CRYSTAL.
ALDUR: (ALMOST DREAMILY) "This was it... here."

VOICEOVER: "Where has he been?"

FLASHES TO:
EXT. OPTICAL: THE CORONADO, SURROUNDED BY THE BLUE FOG. BLUE-WHITE
ELECTRICAL DISCHARGES CONTINUE TO DANCE ALONG THE HULL AS
SHIP ORBITS THE GHOSTLY PLANET. SEVERAL WHITE GLOBES OF
ENERGY APPROACH THE SHIP... THEY APPEAR TO BE GLOWING
HUMANOIDS... TRANSLUCENT. THEY PAUSE OVER THE CORO BEFORE
HEADING DOWN TOWARD THE PLANET. BLUE-GREY GLOBES RISE UP
FROM THE SURFACE TO MEET THEM.

VOICEOVER: "What has he seen?"

MUSIC: SLOWS DOWN BRIEFLY.

FLASHES TO:
INT. COOR: COLONEL IRONSIDE IS LEADING A SMALL MARINE SQUAD DOWN A
CORONADO CORRIDOR, WHOSE BARS FLASH RED. THE SQUAD ROUNDS A
CORNER TO FIND A BLUE-GREY GLOBE HANGING THERE. THE MARINES
FIRE THEIR WEAPONS AT THE GLOBE, WHICH RETURNS FIRE WITH
LIGHTNING WHICH STRIKES ONE MARINE DOWN.
IRONSIDE: "Phasers aren't stopping them! Seal off this deck!"

VOICEOVER: "Is the danger from outside the Coronado..."

FLASHES TO:
INT. SICKBAY: THE ARGUMENT BETWEEN DALTON AND ALDUR AGAIN.
DALTON: (FAIRLY SCREAMING, ALMOST HYSTERICAL) "You sarcrificed
Colonel Ironside to destroy that thing, and you wouldn't
care if we all died, as long as they were stopped!"

MUSIC: SPEEDS BACK UP...

FLASHES TO:
INT. SICKBAY: CLOSEUP OF IRONSIDE, LYING ON A BIOBED. HIS BODY HAS BEEN
DESTROYED BY BURNS OF SOME KIND, BUT HIS FACE IS SLACK,
APPARENTLY HAVING FOUND SERENITY IN DEATH.

VOICEOVER: "...or does the danger lie within?"

FLASHES TO:
INT. COOR. A RANDOM SHIP'S COORIDOR. THE BATTLE BETWEEN ALDUR AND THE
BLUE-GREY ORB CONTINUES. THE TWO ARE LOCKED IN A SORT OF
ELECTRICAL DANCE. ARCS OF ENERGY FLASH BACK AND FORTH
BETWEEN THEM. ALDUR'S LEG FLICKERS AND DISAPPEARS, THE
"HOLOLEG" APPARENTLY FAILING. FOR A BRIEF SECOND, ALDUR
ACTUALLY SHOWS EMOTION -- ANNOYANCE -- BEFORE THERE IS A
BLUE-WHITE GLOW AND HIS LEG REAPPEARS. THE BATTLE
CONTINUES AS IF NOTHING HAPPENED.

MUSIC: SLOWS WAY DOWN.

VOICEOVER: "On December 18... a two-hour special Coronado event..."

FLASHES TO:
INT. CAVERN: THE CRYSTALLINE STRUCTURE SUDDENLY FLASHES WITH GOLDEN LIGHT
WHICH FILLS THE CHAMBER. THE AWAY TEAM MEMBERS PULL WEAPONS
AND POINT THEM AROUND HESITANTLY, LOOKING FOR DANGER.

VOICEOVER: "...the Coronado unhinged in time..."

FLASHES TO:
INT. BRIDGE: IN THE HOLOGRAPHIC TANK, THE GHOST PLANET IS VISIBLE WHEN THE
RIFT OPENS NEARBY... A SHIP FLIES OUT OF IT. IT IS A NEW
ORLEANS CLASS FRIGATE, CIRCA 2376.
VOICEOVER,
ALDUR: "Hello, old friend..."

VOICEOVER: "...ghosts of the past..."

FLASHES TO:
INT. SICKBAY: DALTON AND ALDUR, ARGUING.
VOICEOVER,
DALTON: "How many more have to die?"

VOICEOVER: "...will meet the crew from the future."

FLASHES TO:
MONTAGE: A FLASHING MONTAGE OF BARELY RECOGNIZABLE IMAGES. CORONADO
JUMPING TO WARP. ALDUR SITTING IN THE CORO'S COMMAND CHAIR
AS IF HE OWNS IT. THE ARGUMENT IN THE WARDROOM. IRONSIDE'S
FACE SHOWING FIRST A FLASH OF FEAR, THEN RESIGNATION.

VOICEOVER: "Who will survive to tell the tale?"

MUSIC: SHIFTS TO LAST FEW SECONDS OF THE CORONADO THEME MUSIC.

FLASHES TO:
GRAPHIC: "Coronado: UNFINISHED BUSINESS, Monday, December 18, 9pm ET"

VOICEOVER: "A special TWO-HOUR Coronado event. December 18th, at 9pm
Eastern, 6pm Pacific. UNFINISHED BUSINESS."

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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)
Chief of the Boat: SCPO Olme Tlaloco (Tlaloco)
Command Liaison Interface: Savant (Savant)
Chief Tactical: LCdr. William Daren (Daren)
Assistant Tactical: Lt. Aurel Ian (Aurelian)
Assistant Tactical: Ens. Norton Cavanaugh (Trooman)
Squadron Leader: LMaj. Thomas Wayne (Masters)
Squadron Leader: 2Lt. Natalia Petrovna (Phishie)
Chief Flight Operations: Cmdr. Fornan Dejat (McC)
Chief Engineer: Lt. Zunite Oswald (Sonya)
Assistant Engineer: Lt. (JG) Aramis Skylooker (Skylooker)
Assistant Engineer: Lt. (JG) Jack C. Farley (CCC)
Chief Science Officer: Ens. Tempus Phontam (Ragarok)
Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Dalton (Heiwa)
Assistant Medical: 2Lt. Marrissa Morgan (Morgan)

Positions Available:
Maybe one more person...

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