U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901

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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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Coronado's jump through the path sliced through the Apori interference by
her deflector was a rough ride, but fortunately short. It only took the
frigate ten minutes to make the transition into the outskirts of the G047
system, and by that time, the battle was in full swing.

After emerging from their spacefolds, the three Pfhor heavy warships had
almost immediately begun launching their dark-winged strike craft and soon a
host of the small ships were swarming toward the Apori transport ships.
Larger and heavier than Spectres but not as large as Wraiths, Pfhor strike
craft traded the Spectre's speed and maneuverability for heavy armor and
heavier weapons. The Pfhor warships, of course, towered over everything
else in the field. Each was as much as ten times the size of Vladivostok
and the transports, twenty times as large as the Apori warships, five times
bigger than Coro.

The Apori refugee ships appeared to be unarmed, and did what they could to
race faster toward the subspace rift being created on the southern edge of
the system. Meanwhile, the escort group of seven Apori warships swung
around and headed for the heavy Pfhor warships, seemingly ignoring the
strike craft. Lora Kor counted 22 of the blocky transports racing toward
the rift, and another six Apori warships heading for them, presumably to
cover the unarmed transports from the Pfhor strike craft.

Nearby, Vladivostok seemed very small and very alone, despite her escort of
Coro's two wings of Spectres and her own four Wraiths. The freighter was
also heading for the rift.

Lora Kor smiled over at Commander Janeway. "Commander... I think the forty
people on Vladivostok might just owe you their lives, thanks to that warp
jump. Well done!" The Captain turned forward as Janeway started to blush.
"Battle stations! Helm! Get us in there!"

As Coro started to move, the first group of Apori warships reached the
Pfhor. The Apori vessels looked tiny in comparison, but almost immediately
began maneuvering. The terrifying Pfhor plasma beams lanced out first,
three from each ship, then the plasma mortars. The Pfhor warships hardly
moved. They didn't need to. Two of the beams connected, one splitting an
Apori warship in two -- it exploded. The explosions from the mortars turned
nearby space into a blaze of light and color through which the Apori ships
danced and evaded.

The Apori's response was surprising, and just as scary: bright red lances of
fire speared out from emitter ports on either side of each ungainly craft's
bulbous head. The Apori ships each boasted energy outputs fully five times
what Coro was capable of, and the weapons fire showed it. The relatively
motionless Pfhor warships took a stunning amount of punishment, the beams
gouging great rifts in the black armor.

The firepower being exchanged was a fully horrifying sight.

Ensign Max Rosen, manning the Helm in the absense of Ensign Wilk, watched
the display for a full three count, then gulped. "I don't think we want to
go over there, sir," he said finally.

Lora Kor smiled crookedly. "Ensign, it's not even tempting," the Captain
replied. "Course 035 mark 40. We'll cover Vlad and the Apori transports
from above." The Captain looked to his right. "Lieutenant Marcy, weapons
free -- concentrate on the strike craft. And put me on discrete to all our
ships." Marcy nodded and got busy. Even before the channel was open,
Coro's opening phaser shots lanced out, blasting a Pfhor strike craft out of
the frigate's path.

"Apori weapons are based on a high-energy anti-proton particle beam!"
Janeway called out from the Science station. "I'd love to see the emitters
that can do that..." she murmurred as each beam caused an energy spike on
her display. Commander Daren walked over to get a closer look.

"You're on, Captain," Marcy said a moment later.

"All friendlies, from Coro. Concentrate on the Pfhor strike craft.
Tactical maneuvering... wolf-pack tactics! Support each other, and don't
bunch up! One group attacks, then runs from the counterattack while the
other group goes in," the Captain said, then paused. "Vladivostok, bug out
south, 180 mark zero. We'll cover you. Coro out."

Marcy nodded. "Messages sent... we're getting a reply from Vladivostok," he
said.

"Let's hear it," Lora Kor said. A moment later, Colonel Ironside was
sharing Coro's holographic tank with the battle raging around the frigate.

"Captain, we've determined that this is an Apori refugee convoy. The rift
in front of us is a sort of high-speed subspace gateway leading south.
Since we can't use warp drive or slipstream in this neighborhood, I suggest
we follow the Apori through. I suspect they'll understand." The Colonel
paused. "I'm transmitting what language data Lieutenant Ma'Aru has been
able to deciper so far, as well as our conversation to date. They seem
friendly enough towards us."

Lora Kor thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "Sounds reasonable.
Tell the Wraiths. We'll follow you through." Ironside nodded, ending the
transmission.

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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 Operations: Cmdr. Olme Tlaloco (Tlaloco)
Chief Tactical Officer: LCdr. Sieven Drexler (Garstini)
Assistant Tactical: Lt. Kyle Marcy (Marcy)
Chief Flight Operations: Ens. Ananda Wilk (Baralu)
Intelligence Officer: Lt. Kariasa Ma'Aru (Kari)
Chief Science Officer: LCdr. Kathryn Janeway (Kath)
Squadron Leader: Maj. Thomas Wayne (Masters)
Squadron Leader: 2Lt. Jacob Prescot (Shadow-FjP)
Chief Engineer: LCdr. Zunite Oswald (Sonya)
Assistant Engineer: Lt. Jack C. Farley (CCC)
Assistant Engineer: Lt. Aramis Skylooker (Skylooker)
Acting Chief Medical: Lt. Ungtae Brie (Aggie)
Assistant Medical: Ens. Jason Thompson (Thompson)

On Extended Leave of Absense:
None!

Positions Available:
Marine Company Commander
Assistant Tactical Officer

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