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 Rear Admiral Tebrun Lora Kor spun around, the blood draining out of
 his face.  "They said... what?" he asked, his voice a strangled
 whisper.

 Commander Sieven Drexler took a couple of steps forward, concerned.
 The two men were in Lora Kor's Flag office, not far from Coronado's
 CIC.  The Admiral, agitated by the full report of the Coronado away
 team's mission to the surface of Micropolis, had started pacing in
 front of the desk as Drexler delivered his report.  However, at that
 moment, Lora Kor's pacing stopped cold and the Admiral braced
 himself against the front of his desk.

 "Are you all right, Admiral?" Drexler asked.  A bit uncertain, he
 reached out to steady Lora Kor, but the Admiral waved the help
 aside.

 "I'm... I'm fine, Commander.  "What did the natives say about Marine
 Captain Serrold?" he asked again, his voice slowly recovering its
 normal steady cadence.

 "They said that that's how they knew about Reor'sa and Fisher's
 Landing, Admiral," Drexler said.  "We're a little unclear on the
 details -- the Micropolis natives apparently don't use any sort of
 verbal communications at all.  According to Commander Oswald and the
 other members of the away team, everything is communicated via
 images and feelings," he said.  "But they were apparently clear on
 the fact that Captain Serrold provided their knowledge of Reor'sa."
 Drexler paused, then added, "Apparently, a very angry, distraught
 Captain Serrold."

 "I see," Lora Kor said, his voice a little flat-sounding.  "What
 else?" he asked.

 Drexler seemed inclined for a moment to pursue the matter, then
 decided against.  He continued to relate the details of the
 debriefing of Coro's away team for a few minutes, until it became
 obvious that the Admiral wasn't listening any more.  He was, in
 fact, staring a bit over Drexler's head, obviously lost in thought.

 The Adjutant turned off the PADD his notes were on and set it aside,
 adding, "Oh, and Commander Oswald has asked if she can bring one of
 the puppies aboard as a pet."

 That got Lora Kor's attention, at least partially.  His eyes
 refocused.  "Hm?  I'm sorry, Commander?" he asked.

 "Admiral... with all due respect... you haven't heard a thing I've
 said the last five minutes.  You're very good about getting others
 to talk about their problems... your turn.  What's wrong?" Drexler
 asked.

 Lora Kor smiled, but it was a somewhat wistful thing.  "I'm sorry,
 Commander.  You're right," he said, heading for the office
 replicator.  "Guinness Stout," he instructed the machine, then
 inclined his head at Drexler, who deferred.  Removing the mug from
 the replicator, Lora Kor crossed to the office's large couch,
 settling in on one corner and indicating Drexler should take the
 opposite.  "I'm afraid what happened down there," he said,
 indicating in the direction of Micropolis, "is probably partially my
 fault."

 Then, over a space of the next 45 minutes, Tebrun Lora Kor did
 something he rarely did.  He explained to Commander Drexler why he
 felt one of his past decisions had been a terrible mistake, despite
 it seeming like a good idea at the time.

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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. Edward Miller        (Thompson)
    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:        LCdr. Jack C. Farley      (CCC)
    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/