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      / || \              UCIP Starfleet Command, Fifth Fleet
     /  ||  \                 U.S.S. Coronado,  NCC-97901
  .-/   ||   \-.       Fleet Captain Tebrun Lora Kor, Commanding
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 Lt. Commander Alex Ephla looked up, worry crossing his young features.  The
 AlphaCent native was both the Executive Officer and Tactical officer of
 U.S.S. Resolute, Task Group 5.4's only Defiant II escort.  Thin, somewhat
 oriental in his features and dark-skinned, Ephla had been the Exec on
 Resolute for almost a year now, and had never seen his Captain so enraged.

 Certainly, Commander John Zort of U.S.S. Resolute was keeping his rage
 contained, but ever since word had come through the hypergate that the war
 in the Milky Way was over... Ephla winced internally.  He could hardly
 believe it himself: Starfleet had essentially surrendered, turning over a
 number of planets and bases to Klingon and Romulan control in exchange for
 what was apparently an uneasy peace.  The arrival of U.S.S. Vanguard and her
 escorts in M64 had brought other news of home, of course, but much of it was
 just as bad as the news of the resolution of the war.

 John Zort in particular had learned that his homeworld, Codis III, was now
 in Romulan hands and was likely to remain there indefinitely.  Of the man's
 family, there was no news at all.  They might be dead... they might merely
 be slaves.  Zort had not taken the news well.  The fact that the Captain was
 in absolutely no position to do anything about it had likely not helped.
 Ephla had himself heard Zort's screaming rage from within the Captain's
 small stateroom aboard Resolute, and when the Captain had emerged two hours
 later, he had been a changed man.  That had been two days ago.

 Fifteen minutes before, Resolute, Blackrazor, and Renegade had entered the
 Tarwani system.  Their mission: repulse the two Accursed capital ships,
 believed to be troop transports, that had taken up residence in the system.
 This had turned out to be almost ridiculously easy.  As soon as the two
 destroyer escorts and their companion frigate had entered the system and
 made it clear -- by destroying several Accursed strike craft -- that they
 had no intention of leaving, the transports had initiated their spacefold
 drives, leaving the system behind.

 In the process, they had left behind seven of their strike craft.  They
 hadn't made any attempt to recover them at all, in fact.

 This had not bothered Commander Zort unduly, who had calmly and cooly
 ordered each and every strike craft destroyed down to the last.  Ephla had
 winced as each one was destroyed... the pilots had been abandoned... maybe
 they would have been good sources of information.  If nothing else, the fact
 that they had stopped firing the instant the transports had folded deserved
 investigation.  Zort had even ignored a priority communiqué from Renegade
 until the job was done.

 "Captain, Renegade's still calling.  I'm pretty sure they want to know what
 just hap--" Ephla said.

 "Tell them that we took care of some potential invading murderers, Exec.
 You have the Bridge.  Once Renegade decides where we're going next, put us
 on course.  I'll be in my quarters," Zort said, turning on his heel and
 leaving Resolute's small Bridge.

 Ephla gulped and wondered if the Group's other ships were having as hard a
 time with the news of the war's end as Resolute was...

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 Crew Roster:
        Commanding Officer:          FCapt. Tebrun Lora Kor     (Jester)
        Executive Officer:           Cmdr. William Daren        (Daren)
        Marine Commandant:           Col. Jeremy Ironside       (Fraser)
        Command Liaison Interface:   Cmdr. Savant               (Savant)
        Chief of the Boat:           MCPO Olme Tlaloco          (Tlaloco)
        Chief Tactical Officer:      LCdr. Sieven Drexler       (Garstini)
        Assistant Tactical:          Lt. Kyle Marcy             (Marcy)
        Intelligence Officer:        Lt. Kariasa Ma'Aru         (Kari)
        Company Commander:           1Lt. Eric Moore            (Alffred)
        Squadron Leader:             Maj. Thomas Wayne          (Masters)
        Chief Flight Operations:     Ens. Ananda Wilk           (Baralu)
        Chief Engineer:              LCdr. Zunite Oswald        (Sonya)
        Assistant Engineer:          Lt. Jack C. Farley         (CCC)
        Assistant Engineer:          Lt. Aramis Skylooker       (Skylooker)
        Chief Science Officer:       LCdr. Kathryn Janeway      (Kath)
        Acting Chief Medical:        Lt. Ungtae Brie            (Aggie)
        Assistant Medical:           Ens. Jason Thompson        (Thompson)

 On Extended Leave of Absense:
        Assistant Tactical:          Ens. J'aren Mayo           (Spork)

 Positions Available:
        None!

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Ross Glenn aka Jester
Fleet Captain Tebrun Lora Kor, U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901
http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/