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Spec/1 Kira Burt had been up for 21 hours, and was looking forward
to a nice long rest. The uprising had caught her just ready to
begin her sleep cycle, and working on Lieutenant Valentine's
security detail wasn't work for the lazy. As a result, she sat on
one of the bar stools facing the aft windows of the deck 4, drinking
a small cup of tea in preparation for turning in, and never mind
that ship's time was 0940.
U.S.S. Coronado still drifted lazily in the general direction of
Starbase 24 at a few hundred kilometers an hour, and with the cease
fire in place, there wasn't likely to be an emergency for the next
few hours at least.
Of course, after the 24 hour time limit that odd Admiral from the
future had managed, who knows what might happen.
Kira Burt was therefore sipping her tea and staring out the windows
at just the right time. Though she didn't realize it, she was at
that moment the best external sensors Coronado's "bridge" crew had.
At first, she didn't know what she was seeing. Then, she didn't
want it to be what she thought it was. When she finally decided
that it was, in fact, the worst possible thing she could be seeing,
her voice was a little more panicky than she would have liked.
Keeping her eye out the windows, she crossed quickly to the doors
leading to the deck 4 cross-corridor and held them open.
"Lieutenant!" she yelled. "You'd better get in here and look at
this! The reinforcements are here!"
Valentine's face appeared, sticking out of the Sickbay door across
from her. "Already? What's the problem, then?" she asked.
"Churchill was supposed to be a couple of da--"
Burt cut Valentine off. "Lieutenant, they're not OUR
reinforcements."
And through the open doors to the lounge, Valentine realized she
could see this for herself. An approaching ship.
The ship was unmistakably a Klingon D-4 class destroyer.
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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)
Flight Leader: 2Lt. Ferres Mors (FerresMors)
Chief Tactical Officer: Lt. Thirishar ch'Thane (Alffred)
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:
Watch Tactical Officer: Lt. Ariana Marist (Dolin)
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/