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It was unusual for a Starfleet Captain to keep a pet and on the rare
occasions when they did, the pet was almost invariably a dog.
Starfleet Captains tended to be dog people. Captain Walker Kile was
an exception to the rule: he had a 13-year-old cat.
Mishon was normally a grumpy old lady. A tortoiseshell-colored
Siamese mix, Kile had owned Mishon since his Lieutenancy, and she
had followed him from ship to ship during that time. She had borne
two litters of kittens in her day, but now it was again just the two
of them, and she had become a grumpy old lady. Captain Walker Kile
sat in his Ready Room aboard U.S.S. Enterprise with her in his lap.
For a change, on this particular night she seemed to be in a good
mood. This was ironic because Kile's mood could hardly be worse.
Mishon sat on the Captain's lap, purring away, as the Trill
considered the awful situation that Enterprise, Xanadu, and the 87
other ships with them found themselves in.
Ranjan, the red giant star that had served as their entry point into
the Gamma Quadrant, was a little over 85 light-years out of
position, relative to six other nearby objects. The star's
spectrograph was also subtly altered. The change was subtle enough
to be easy to overlook, in fact. But the combination of the change
of position and the spectrographic change pointed to an unavoidable
conclusion.
"Temporal displacement -- we're trapped in the past," r'Lak had
said. When Kile had asked how far back in time, the Science officer
had been unable to say with any accuracy. But his range of
estimates were horrifying.
At the low end, he estimated that they were 30,000 years in the
past. At the high end: 300,000 years.
"Captain," r'Lak had said, "at this level of displacement, it's
impossible to determine what year it is with any accuracy. We don't
have good enough data on stellar drift for this region. When we get
into M64, I can probably give you a better estimate," he had said,
then looked profoundly unhappy. "We have very good fossil records
for the pre-braid species on Reor'sa, as well as the canine
ancestors of the Garou," he had explained. The Garou were the
natives of Micropolis.
That the group should continue on to M64 still seemed to be the best
option to most of the Captains he had surveyed. All agreed that to
settle in the Gamma Quadrant would be risky to the normal
development of Milky Way history.
Returning to their own time was impossible. Without a quantum
waveform trace to follow, it was impossible to Jaunt to the future.
Only if one had created such a trace Jaunting into the past was it
possible to return that way. Nobody knew why this might be so, or
how such a connection was made, but every attempt to use the Jaunt
to access the future had failed.
The remainder of the Thousand Ships had no reason to look for
them... no reason to think they had not been destroyed by the Borg.
When no further ships emerged from the exodus gate in 2486, they
would naturally assume that the gate had been closed from the other
end. What remained of the Thousand Ships would proceed on to M64...
the M64 of 2486, of course.
The chronometer on Captain Walker Kile's desk ticked over from April
27, 2486 to April 28, 2486... but the chronometer was lying. As a
result, Kile sat in his Ready Room, absently petting Mishon, and
wondering what kind of future might lay in store for he and the
people with him.
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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)
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:
Flight Leader: 1Lt. Natalia Petrovna (Phishie)
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/