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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"Well, this is nice," Lt. Major Thomas Wayne said, taking a look around.

When the primary evac transporter cluster in his Spectre had failed, Wayne
had thought that he was finished. Fortunately, less than a second later,
his entire cockpit module had separated from the main body of the fighter, a
pair of anti-grav units had kicked in, and the module had floated gently to
the surface. When he had first reviewed the specs for the fighter, Wayne
had just nodded when he noticed the transporter evac system in the Spectre
and had never reviewed what possible backup there was. He was now glad
there was one.

Climbing out of the module, he absorbed the scenery. The air was impossibly
fresh and clean, the sky a clear golden color. The storm that he had passed
through was far to the south. Looking in that direction, he could see the
smoke from a hundred cooking fires rising from a walled wooden city on the
shores of the sea. The hillside where he had crashed was dotted with
flowers in a dozen interesting colors growing through the grass.

And on the next hillside over, a pair of dragons was eating his fighter.

One was a dark blue in color, the other a matte black. Concentrating on his
fighter and that of his wingman, they seemed to be more or less ignoring
each other. As he wathced, the bluer one, which was larger, tore off a
large portion of the portside wing and began chewing, an almost thoughtful
look on its face. If the dragon knew the Spectre was made of some of the
most exotic metal alloys the Federation had yet devised, it didn't seem to
bother the creature.

As Wayne watched, one of the plasma manifolds cracked between the creature's
jaws and all but exploded. Wayne jumped back, but the blast didn't seem to
bother the dragon any more than the Spectre's construction did. It chomped
its mouth a few times as if it had eaten something that tasted bad -- odd to
see such human expressions on its face -- and then took another large bite
of the wing, its expression going back to that thoughtful look.

"That's nice," he murmured, voice a bit stunned, unaware that he was
repeating himself. Obviously, shooting the dragon wouldn't have done very
much damage...

Wayne turned back to the cockpit module, pulled the emergency kit, and
withdrew the PPP phaser pistol inside. Tucking it into his flight suit, he
now knew it for the toy it was but it felt comforting to have it along
anyway. Slinging the rest of the emergency kit over his shoulder, he
started away from the dragons to the north, toward where he had seen
Ka'tek's crash site.

Hearing the flap of wings behind him, he turned and looked over his
shoulder, only to see another dragon, also blue, but smaller than the first
two. It dropped to the ground near the cockpit module and started sniffing
at it. Small was, of course, a relative term. This dragon was better than
half the size of a Spectre. Up close, it was terrifying.

"Oh, that's nice," Wayne said again, voice barely above a frantic whisper.
He looked around for something to hide behind, but the hillside was bare
except for the flowers and the grass. Dropping to the ground, he started to
crawl away as fast as he could, hoping that the dragon would find the
cockpit more tempting than its former occupant.

"I'm SO enjoying this away mission," he said to himself, looking toward the
sky as if seeking salvation. He pulled the combadge out of his flight suit
and began stabbing at it. "Coronado," he said, continuing to crawl
frantically away, "are transporters working yet?"

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Crew Roster:
Commanding Officer: FCapt. 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: 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)
Assistant Medical: Ens. Ungtae Brie (Aggie)

On Extended Leave of Absense:
Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Dalton (Heiwa)

Positions Available:
Science Officers, generally

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