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 [Personal Log, April 4, 2302, Teresa Valentine recording.]

 Another day, another 3000 Klingons.  Excuse me, 3,150 Klingons.

 Except that it takes 14 days.  14 days, 11 hours from Qo'nos to the
 Taamar system, and then 14 days, 11 hours back.  Over and over
 again.

 For three damned years!

 The trips to Taamar are the worst, of course, because there are 3000
 Klingons in close proximity, between those housed in Coronado's
 hull, and those in the cargo transports we're towing.  14 days in
 which Coronado's crew of 76 sentients and 8 officers have to stand
 watch over 3000 Klingons, many of whom are very unhappy about being
 transported 26 light-years from their dying home world.  As if what
 happened on Praxis were our fault.  Damn them!

 Of course, the trips back to Qo'nos are also the worst, because then
 there are 14 days, 11 hours to think about the next batch of 3000
 Klingons, to wonder what the hell my sorry life has become.

 No more of those for me, thank God.

 Why in God's name did I have to hit him?

 And even so... fine... great... I hit him.  Did I deserve this rust-
 bucket of a ship, this hole of an assignment, the wreck of my entire
 career, this travesty that my life has become?  Markov says it's
 Russian humor: "if spanking a baby good, spanking baby with an axe
 is better."  He's probably got a point.  Of course, he just got his
 promotion to Lt. Commander.  He'll probably get an Exec slot when we
 get back to 24.  None of that for me, of course.

 Fine... I hit him... but I didn't deserve this!  Thank God this is
 our last trip.  Tamaar in eight days, and then... finally!  Back to
 Starbase 24 for refitting.  Some of Coronado's crew -- like Markov
 -- might even manage to escape this hell-hole of an assignment.

 Not me, of course.  I guess my destiny was set in stone when I threw
 that punch.  But some of them might escape.

 Starfleet's fastest light frigates, dozens of them, turned into
 baby-sitting ships... no, worse, into God-damned trash-hauling
 garbage scows!  And me, destined to be a jay-gee for life, trapped
 in the hull of one.  For throwing one punch!

 For three God-damned years!

 Well, not any more.

 Captain Storsa's got a lot of damned nerve asking me to reenlist.  I
 am so out of Starfleet when this tour is over.  I'll probably leave
 my own ion trail I'll be off Starbase 24 so fast.  Three damn years.
 It was "only" supposed to be two years, but thanks to the fine
 design of our little ship... sorry!  All evac tours extended to
 three years!  But the work you're doing is important!  Please stay
 on and help!  As if hauling thousands of damned Klingons, month
 after month, year after year, qualifies as important.

 Getting off this scow is gonna feel like getting out of prison.  We
 can't get to Tamaar fast enough.  Goodbye forever, Starfleet.

 [Recording ends.]

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 Defenders Task Group 85.3, "Whitestone" Staff:
    Commanding, TG 85.3:       RADM Tebrun Lora Kor      (Jester)
    S-1, Group Adjutant:       Capt. Sieven Drexler      (Brad)
    S-2, Group Intelligence:   Cmdr. Kyle Marcy          (Marcy)
    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       (Chris)
    Executive Officer:         Cmdr. Velorna Tal         (Aggie)
    Chief of Operations:       Cmdr. Olme Tlaloco        (rev)
    Chief Flight Operations:   Lt. Maiko D'Rall          (Farrell)
    Command Yeoman:            PO/1 Zachery Prentiss     (Prill)
    Battalion Commander:       Maj. Jacob Prescot        (Prescot)
    Chief Tactical Officer:    Lt. Thirishar ch'Thane    (Alffred)
    Watch Tactical Officer:    Lt. Ariana Marist         (Dolin)
    Watch Tactical Officer:    PO/1 Derek Canterbury     (Spuzzum)
    Chief Engineer:            Cmdr. Jack C. Farley      (CCC)
    Assistant Engineer:        LCdr. Aramis Skylooker    (LewisSharp)
    Chief Science Officer:     Lt. Anna Brooks           (Kari)
    Chief Medical Officer:     Cmdr. Alec Reed           (McC)
    Assistant Medical:         LCdr. Lauren Dyson        (Natty)

 On Extended Leave of Absence:
    None!

 Positions Available:
    Marine Flight Leader:                                (---)
    Assistant Engineer:                                  (---)

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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/