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/ || \ UCIP Starfleet Command, Eighth Fleet
/ || \ U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901
.-/ || \-. Fleet Captain Tebrun Lora Kor, Commanding
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The communication into Reorsan President Darine n'Chamba's office
opened with an odd rustling sound. She looked up from the reports on
the economy of the Meyer Colonies she was reading and frowned. Her
office was empty save for the woman herself. Outside, the
unpredictable Reorsan weather was alternating between cloudy and
sunny, and it was visibly windy through n'Chamba's office windows.
"Hello?" n'Chamba said.
"Good morning, Madame Pressident," a voice said. The voice was soft,
with a very slight slurring of some letters, but quiet and
intelligent... the voice of a cultured mentor or University
professor, perhaps. President n'Chamba almost growled, recognizing
the voice of the enemy.
"Good morning, Commodore," she said, putting the reports aside. This
voice -- representing the Pfhor Hegemony -- had called her before,
and nearly always with unpleasant news. Nevertheless, she kept her
voice as light as possible, struggling not to lose her temper. "I
trust you are well?" she asked.
"Passsing well, Madame President... I wanted to congratulate you.
You've destroyed or maimed quite a large portion of my flotilla. I
myself wass nearly killed twice," the Commodore said, his voice
apparently unruffled by his brushes with death.
"You'll forgive me if I don't extend my government's sympathies
toward your flotilla or yourself, Commodore," n'Chamba said. "After
all, you keep attempting to enter places where you are not wanted."
"As you ssay, Madame President... however, thosse who lead are clear
that no barrier may sstand before the Hegemony. You have been
offered a place high in our Councilss before and not taken it. Have
you reconsidered?"
"Not hardly." n'Chamba's voice was steely. Had the Commodore been
human, she could almost imagine him nodding.
"I told my leaderss that a predator sspecies such as yourself wass
not to be trifled with, but I was not believed," the Commodore said
in a resigned voice. When he continued, though, his voice was honey.
"My leaderss were not understanding of my failure. I wass nearly
removed from my position!"
n'Chamba's reply was an expression she'd heard Aldur use from time to
time. "I find that I can bear your misfortunes with a great deal of
fortitude, Commodore," she said.
The response was some of the hissing laughter that n'Chamba had come
to loathe. "Very ssmug of you, I'm sure, Madame President," the
Commodore said. "You will not be so sserene when my leaderss arrive.
Fortunately, I had told them how formidable you are before our
encounterss and sso avoided an embarrassing removal. They are coming
to see for themselvess. I hope that you will not make a liar out of
me."
The President frowned, feeling a chill at the threat, but kept her
voice light. "We'll do our best," she said.
"Pleasse do. In the meantime, the other predator sspecies... it was
the gravitational anomalies that hid them from our sensors, but we
have adjusted. It was unkind of you not to tell me of them before,
Darine. Micropoliss, I believe you call the ssystem," the Commodore
said, and his voice was very smug now. There was again an odd
rustling sound in the background.
n'Chamba gasped. "You can't!" she said. "Micropolis is a planet of
primitives... they'd be defenseless!"
"You and I will always disagree on that point, Madame President," the
Commodore said, practically purring. "Where you ssee primitives, I
see a predator sspecies held back, that would welcome the power our
technology and resourcess would give them... a predator speciess
created to strengthen the Hegemony." The slippery voice changed
again, turning cold. "Follow my advice this time, Madame President.
You have no resourcess in this system, no power to defend it, no
reason to interfere," the voice said. "Once again, I extend you the
courtesy of telling you where danger lies sso that you might avoid
it. Do not make the same mistake you did defending the Apori. When
my leaderss arrive, they may ssee that you have learned discretion.
It would go easier on you if so..."
With that same rustling sound, the connection terminated.
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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: Cmdr. Savant (Savant)
Chief of Operations: Cmdr. Olme Tlaloco (Tlaloco)
Chief Tactical Officer: LCdr. Sieven Drexler (Brad)
Assistant Tactical: Lt. Kyle Marcy (Marcy)
Chief Flight Operations: Lt. JG Ananda Wilk (Baralu)
Intelligence Officer: Lt. Kariasa Ma'Aru (Kari)
Chief Science Officer: Lt. JG Kathleen Hammond (Kath)
Company Commander: MCpt. Jacob Prescot (Shadow-FjP)
Wing Leader: 1Lt. Craig Serrold (Aggie)
Chief Engineer: Cmdr. Zunite Oswald (Sonya)
Assistant Engineer: LCdr. Jack C. Farley (CCC)
Assistant Engineer: Lt. Aramis Skylooker (LewisSharp)
Systems Specialist: Lt. JG Caring-Thoughts (Alffred)
Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Jason Thompson (Thompson)
Civilian: Alados ha-Soron (McC)
On Extended Leave of Absense:
Wing Leader: 2Lt. Andrew Stylus (JadeFalcon)
Positions Available:
None!
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Jester
Fleet Captain Tebrun Lora Kor
Commodore Selectee
Commanding, U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901
http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/