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"Well, our luck seems to be turning," Rear Admiral Todd Marshall
said with some satisfaction. "We don't get to blow up a Pfhor
warship, sadly, but at least Coronado is safe. Now let's close that
fissure. How do we do it?" he asked, looking around U.S.S.
Vanguard's Bridge. "Options!"
"Easy," Macduff said from his position at Ops, voice confident.
"It's not expanding... whatever else that beam from Xanadu is doing,
it's apparently doing that. Sensors confirm that a matter-
antimatter explosion across its threshold will collapse it. Fifteen
or twenty photon torpedoes ought to do it," he said.
Suddenly, Lieutenant Rubia at Tactical turned his bifurcated blue
face away from the discussion. He stared at the starboard display
of his console. He stared at the one below it, as if very
interested in its readings. He stared at the upper display. He
stared, in fact, every direction except in the direction of his
commanding officer.
"Lieutenant Rubia."
Slowly... slowly... the Bolian's eyes came up. Locked with
Marshall's. Blanched.
"Lieutenant, may I assume from your reaction that there are no
photon torpedoes aboard?" Marshall asked in a very patient voice.
"No, Admiral, I'm afraid there aren't," Rubia said. "Last year, we
transitioned one hundred percent to quantum torpedo loads, an--"
Marshall raised his hand, and Rubia instantly quieted. Still with
that patient expression, he looked up, as if asking God what he had
done to deserve such treatment. Obviously, their luck hadn't turned
THAT much, despite what Marshall might have thought. "Very well,"
he said, trying not to show anger. It wasn't Rubia's fault; the
whole fleet had made that transition from photon torpedoes to
quantum torpedoes. "How long to fabricate between 15 and 20 -- 15
and 20?" he asked, looking at Macduff, who nodded. "...photon
torpedoes, Lieutenant?"
"I'll get on it right away, skipper," Rubia said.
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Male voice. [[Hello? Where am I? What is this place?]]
Female voice. Reminiscent of Alicia, actually. [[You are deceased,
I'm afraid. You have been stored in Alexandria City Memory pending
reincarnation. As a non-enhanced humanoid, you are entitled to one
reincarnation with memories intact. This interface can help you
sel--]]
Horror. [[What?! What is this, hell? No!]]
[[You do not desire reincarnation?]]
Patient. Angry. [[No. I do NOT desire reincarnation.]]
[[I see.]] A pause. [[This interface, prior to your incorporation
in City Memory, computed a 0.87 probability that your death was not
accidental, but by design.]]
Even more angry. [[Yes? So what?]]
[[If you wish, you may remain active in Alexandria City Memory as an
alternative to reincarnation. You would find this quite pleasant, I
am sure. There are currently fourteen thousa--]]
[[Look, whoever you are! I didn't throw myself out a jagged hole to
argue with some computerized bureaucrat! Let me die!]]
[[That is not possible, I'm afraid. As long as you remain in City
Memory, you are immortal. In Alexandria, death is a transition
between incarnations. Nothing is lost.]]
Horror. Pain. Fury. [[Oh. My. God. To spend the rest of
eternity... like this? No. No! NO!]]
Patient. Pity. [[I am sorry. You are in di--]]
[[Listen, spirit! You said I could be active in City Memory. Can I
be INactive?]]
Sad. Patient. [[If that is what you wish. I will render you
inactive.]]
Relief. Pain. [[Good. Do that.]]
[[Very well. I will check on you in 3,000 cycles, to see if you
have changed your mind.]]
[[What? N---...]]
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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, M64 Ground: 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)
Command Yeoman: Cwm. Miranda Forester (Fox)
Chief Tactical Officer: LCdr. Kyle Marcy (Marcy)
Assistant Tactical: Cwm. Edward Miller (Thompson)
Raptors Squadron Leader: LCol. 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: Cdt. Tarus (George)
Chief Science Officer: LCdr. Isamu Dyson (Isamu)
Chief Medical Officer: Cmdr. Alec Reed (McC)
Assistant Medical: Lt. Lauren Dyson (Natty)
On Extended Leave of Absence:
Flight Leader: 1Lt. Natalia Petrovna (Phishie)
Bartender: PO/1 Bridget Bordeux (Dolin)
Positions Available:
Assistant Tactical (---)
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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/