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 "Pre-stage flux chillers."

 "On."

 "Main stage flux chillers."

 "On."

 "Intercooler status."

 "Stand by."

 "Main stage--"

 With the tiniest burst of static, Ensign Candles-Flame silenced the
 automated status report from Engineering and turned two cords to
 look behind her.  If it could have smiled, it would have done so.  
 "Engineering, they-they report readiness, Captain," it said; as it
 did so, two other cords adjusted settings on the Helm console in
 front of her.  It was quite pleased with the controls, particularly
 the responsiveness to one's touch.  The braid would not have
 expected it from such a large vessel.

 "Very well," Captain Joseph Fisher said, signing off on ship's
 status on a PADD and handing it over his shoulder to a Yeoman with a
 smile.  Then he turned to look over at Operations.

 Lieutenant (JG) Sam Maxwell nodded once to his Captain.  "Running
 lights on," he said.  "All stations confirm readiness.  Onyx has
 cleared us for departure."

 Fisher nodded, then glanced up at his Exec, standing near the
 Captain's chair, who nodded back.  The Captain turned back to Helm. 
 "Ensign, maneuvering thrusters.  All ahead standard," he said, then
 paused and with a smile added, "Take us out."

 From sixteen separate emitters, responding to Candles-Flame's touch,
 maneuvering thrusters fired, and Reorsan starship Destiny slipped
 free of the Onyx Mobile Repair Facility.  Much work remained before
 the Intrepid-class vessel could be officially commissioned, but
 eight minutes later, she engaged slipstream drive for the first
 time... becoming a true starship.

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 Aldur entered his office in the catacombs underneath what had once
 been the Reorsan Ministry of Defense.  The Ministry itself had been
 all but destroyed in the liberation of Reor'sa, but would no doubt
 soon be rebuilt.  In the meantime, the situation room nestled
 underneath the structure had survived, as had a number of briefing
 rooms and offices nearby.  Aldur had claimed one of the offices,
 something that had amused Admiral Charles Theron no end; Theron had
 elected to keep his quarters aboard R.S. Churchill.

 Aldur would have preferred a flagship as well, of course, but there
 were damned few suitable ships to be found.

 Crossing to the office replicator, Aldur programmed the device for a
 cup of coffee, then crossed to the desk, inserting an isolinear data
 rod into the player on the desk.  The screen nearby activated. 
 Aldur remained standing, watching it.

 It took less than 48 hours after the rift to the Milky Way closed.
 Had he not known the Camelynians so well, the Vice Admiral would
 have become suspicious.  Instead, he sipped at his cup of coffee
 while watching the display.  An hour before, one of the few
 Camelynian Sword class destroyers to survive the war, C.S. Javelin,
 had entered the Gateway system and come to a halt near the Traxati
 hypergate there.

 The Pfhor had either lacked the ability or the interest in modifying
 the gateway in any way, but they had at some point apparently
 cleared the minefield that had been laid before its entrance 18
 months prior.  Aldur frowned, and made a mental note to order that
 minefield relaid.  The Hayashi gateway was presumably still tumbling
 at a fair fraction of C out of the Hayashi system... and that system
 was not all that far from Romulan space.

 Javelin didn't have to wait long, something else that would have
 made Aldur suspicious had he not known the Camelynians so well. 
 Barely 20 minutes later, a neutrino surge announced new arrivals to
 M64.  Javelin was in perfect position to welcome more than 20
 Camelynian starships as they came through, most of them shielded by
 the vast bulk of a Camelynian cruiser.

 Aldur watched them make the transit one by one, almost disappointed
 that the cruiser was the largest ship -- no carriers, no Worldships.
 Then he shrugged.  There were probably few of them available after
 the FKR War.   The fleet that came through was impressive enough. 
 The cruiser, a ring of destroyers, wing after wing of Camelynian
 fighters, two more of their troop transports, three ships of a type
 Aldur didn't immediately recognize.  He made another mental note to
 check that.

 And behind them... Aldur grunted.  Behind them, five ships whose
 speedand bulk identified them immediately as freighters.  Near
 those, a half-dozen monstrous vessels, slow and ungainly, plodding
 behind the warships and freighters.  The Admiral didn't need the
 data read-out nearby to tell him the purpose of those six ships. 
 Their placement, well within the ring of the Camelynian warships,
 and the presence of the freighters, said all that needed to be said.

 Besides, colony ships all looked about the same.

 It took only a few minutes for Javelin and the other warships to get
 the civilian vessels situated at the center of their group.  A few
 minutes later, the playback ended with the entire group jumping to
 warp in the direction of the Meyer system.

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 Defenders Task Group 85.3, "Whitestone" Staff:
    Commanding, TG 85.3:       RADM Tebrun Lora Kor      (Jester)
    S-1, Group Adjutant:       Cmdr. Sieven Drexler      (Brad)
    S-2, Group Intelligence:   LCdr. Kariasa Ma'Aru      (Kari)
    S-3, Group Logistics:      Cmdr. Savant              (Savant)
    Commanding, 1DIV, SFMC:    Brig. Jeremy Ironside     (Fraser)

 U.S.S. Coronado Crew Roster:
    Commanding Officer:        Capt. William Daren       (Daren)
    Executive Officer:         Cmdr. Darek Smith         (Aggie)
    Chief of Operations:       Cmdr. Olme Tlaloco        (rev)
    Chief Flight Operations:   Lt. (JG) Maiko D'Rall     (Farrell)
    Chief Tactical Officer:    LCdr. Kyle Marcy          (Marcy)
    Assistant Tactical:        Ens. Tamarith             (Tamarith)
    Assistant Tactical:        Ens. Senik                (Stefan)
    Raptors Squadron Leader:   Lt. Colonel Thomas Wayne  (Masters)
    Battalion Commander:       Maj. Jacob Prescot        (Shadow-FjP)
    Flight Leader:             LMaj. Thirishar ch'Thane  (Alffred)
    Flight Leader:             1Lt. Natalia Petrovna     (Phishie)
    Chief Engineer:            Cmdr. Zunite Oswald       (Sonya)
    Assistant Engineer:        Lt. Aramis Skylooker      (LewisSharp)
    Chief Science Officer:     LCdr. Isamu Dyson         (Isamu)
    Chief Medical Officer:     Cmdr. Alec Reed           (McC)
    Assistant Medical:         Lt. Lauren Dyson          (Natty)
    Bartender:                 PO/1 Bridget Bordeux      (Dolin)

 On Extended Leave of Absence:
    Assistant Engineer:        LCdr. Jack C. Farley      (CCC)

 Positions Available:
    None!

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Jester

Rear Admiral Tebrun Lora Kor
Commanding, Defenders Task Group 85.3, "Whitestone"
embarked on U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901
http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/