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      ('-//////-//          Rear Admiral Tebrun Lora Kor, Commanding 
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/ŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻ 

 The voice was disembodied.  Female.  Annoyed.

 "There isn't a single holographic projector on this ship," the voice
 said.  "I find that vaguely insulting."

 Tebrun Lora Kor laughed.  "Redeemer wasn't exactly built for comfort,
 Savant," he replied.  "Everything aboard is built around her mission,
 after all.  Holograms weren't intended to be part of that, I'm
 afraid."  He walked around the Wraith's large cockpit, touching this
 and that, getting to know his new ship.

 "Redeemer?  Wraiths don't have names," Savant said, her face appearing
 on one of the nearby video monitors.

 "This one does," Tebrun said simply.  "Briefly, anyway."

 It had taken Captain Drexler a surprisingly long time to realize that
 he simply wasn't going to be able to buy the first modified Wraith
 Liberator off the Whitestone assembly platform.  Once he DID learn it,
 he had surrendered with good grace, and Lora Kor had taken possession.

 Lora Kor was right about one thing, though: this Wraith had been built
 to accomplish her mission, and little else.  Comfort was certainly a
 secondary concern, but at least there were the bunks and the
 replicator used by the team that had built her aboard.  Most of the
 systems were automated for the purposes of her intended one way trip. 
 Those that weren't automated, Lora Kor judged he could handle alone. 
 The ship's launch had been delayed a few days so that the ship could
 be stocked with the other supplies he'd need, and Kishrak had even
 promised to have the ship retrofitted with a small gatling torpedo
 launcher from a Spectre.

 "You never said good-bye," Savant said.  "When you left Reor'sa."

 "There hasn't been opportunity.  I knew you'd catch up with me
 eventually.  You can keep me company on the way out, if you like,"
 Tebrun said.  He stepped into the forward part of the cockpit and
 settled into the left seat, placing his hands on the controls
 experimentally.  "I've decided I'm going to do this the old-fashioned
 way.  Two weeks at warp 8 to the nebula.  I might even stop, if I see
 something interesting on the way."

 "There's no rush," Savant said agreeably, switching to one of the
 nearby cockpit screens.  "And you'll be tied into the ansible the
 entire time."  She made a face.  "Unlike most of the ships in this
 part of space."  She paused.  "There might even be time to talk you
 out of this plan of yours."

 Tebrun smiled, a little sad.  "No man chooses when he dies, Savant,"
 he said.  "You might not ever have to learn that, but the rest of us
 do.  I simply have the benefit of choosing where and how I die... and
 for what cause."  Tebrun took his hands off the controls and pushed
 himself out of the seat, preparing to head aft.  Before he did, he
 looked over at the cockpit screens.  "I am content, or I will be, if
 I can do what I set out to do."

 Savant let him go aft.  There was still time.  All the time in the
 world.

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 *Former* Defenders Task Group 85.3, "Whitestone" Staff:
    Civilian, Retired Admiral: Tebrun Lora Kor           (Jester)
    S-1, Group Adjutant:       Capt. Sieven Drexler      (Brad)
    Commander, RSS Blackrazor: Capt. Jarod Bentall       (Alffred)
    ????????:                  Capt. Savant              (Savant)
    ????????:                  Brig. Jeremy Ironside     (Fraser)

 U.S.S. Coronado Crew Roster:
    Commanding Officer:        Como. William Daren       (Chris)
    Executive Officer:         Cmdr. Velorna Tal         (Aggie)
    Chief Flight Operations:   LCdr. Maiko D'Rall        (Farrell)
    Command Yeoman:            CPO Zachery Prentiss      (Cloaked)
    Civilian Liaison:          Zunite Oswald             (Sonya)
    Battalion Commander:       LCol. Jacob Prescot       (Prescot)
    Flight Leader:             1Lt. Edward Somansky      (Somansky)
    Flight Leader:             2Lt. Wolf                 (Wolf)
    Chief Tactical Officer:    Lt. Derek Canterbury      (Spuzzum)
    Chief Engineer:            Cmdr. Jack C. Farley      (CCC)
    Assistant Engineer:        LCdr. Aramis Skylooker    (LewisSharp)
    Assistant Engineer:        Lt. (JG) Brandon Gannsen  (Lefty)
    Chief Science Officer:     Lt. Anna Brooks           (Kari)
    Chief Medical Officer:     LCdr. Rachel Kennedy      (Santiago)
    Assistant Medical:         Ens. Nicholas Van Dyken   (Tripp)

 On Extended Leave of Absence:
    None!

 Positions Available:
    Watch Tactical Officer:                              (---)
    Flight Leader:                                       (---)

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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/