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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Ka'tek vestai'Kharas chuckled to himself.

Off in the distance, he could see a group of four on horseback escorting
a fairly large group on foot. He recognized one of those on foot right
off as the Coronado's Executive Officer, and intriguingly, another was
probably a hologram the way that lightning bolt had apparently passed
through it. Nearby, a much larger group of twelve, also on horseback,
were towing his ship's escape pod toward a nearby walled town. Two
horses were doing this job.

For his escape pods to fall into the hands of these primitives would be
unacceptable. He pulled out his disruptor pistol again and looked at it
again. On the top, an amber light told him that the weapon would be
unsafe to fire. The light was only supposed to illuminate on certain
Klingon colonies where the atmosphere was dangerously toxic or reactive
and could cause disruptors to malfunction. It was possible that the
light was lying to him and that the weapon had simply been damaged in his
rather rough landing. It was also possible that the atmosphere of this
planet, though clean-smelling, held some reactant that would make the
disruptor dangerous to use. Either way, the disruptor was of no use to
him. He tucked it back into his belt.

Fortunately, Klingons had always believed that the old ways were often
the best ways. He fingered the blade of his bat'leth and contemplated
the captured Coronado away team. Primitives though they may be, even at
his best, he could not defeat twelve of them. He'd need help. That
meant the Coronado's people, and that meant they would need weapons.
The first step would be to liberate them from their captors and relieve
those captors of their weapons... Klingons would never need for weapons
as long as their adversaries carried them.

Slipping quietly through the brush, Ka'tek set off after the Coronado
personnel and the four warriors with them.

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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/