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When the Churchill Downs colony had been first established,
manufacturing capability -- particularly for manufacturing
technological devices -- was limited at best. U.S.S. Churchill was
constructed before Starfleet had the capability for on board ship
replicators, and what fabrication capability she did have was soon
given over to prefab housing and the other immediate needs of the
ship's crew.
In particular, portable display hardware was extremely rare on the
planet's surface for several decades following colonization. The
needs of the colonists hardened into habit, and from there, into
tradition. As a result, it was still quite common to see thin polymer
display sheets used for temporary reading materials. The sheets were
easy to transcribe, easy to transport, and easy to recycle and reuse.
They were also easy for a strong enough peron to crumple and throw, if
that person became aggravated.
Rear Admiral Dev Wallace picked up the crumpled ball as he entered
Vice Admiral Aldur's office, unfolding it as he did so. "I take it
the rumors are true, then," he said.
Aldur looked up from behind the enormous hardwood desk the Camelynians
had given him. "Read it yourself," he said.
"Don't have to," Wallace said, smoothing it out with his hand and
laying it on Aldur's desk.
Aldur sniffed. "Comes with running Reorsan Security, I take it?" he
asked.
Wallace just smiled. "So, we've been ordered home."
Aldur looked up, then nodded, then almost -- almost! -- laughed. "As
if we could return any time we wished. Either the new Admiral
Commanding is unclear on our situation, or..."
"...or he's an idiot," Wallace finished with characteristic bluntness.
"Or is being advised by idiots." Wallace paused, then said, "Or he's
been compromised by the Klingons, or the Romulans, or both."
"Or receiving orders from the Federation President, who doesn't
understand our situation," Aldur said. "In any case, we can't expect
any further colonists through Gateway, and those that do come
through... I'm not sure we could trust."
Wallace shrugged, then nodded, dropping into a chair across from
Aldur. "That's why we set up the Artemis quarantine zone in the first
place," he said. "It's proven effective enough so far." They both
knew the numbers: seven people had come through the gate who appeared
to be human or other Federation races, but decidedly were not what
they appeared to be. All seven had been isolated in non-critical
positions, and most of them seemed quite aggravated that the tales
that they would not be able to call home were in fact true. "You
wanted to talk to me, Admiral?" Wallace asked.
Aldur nodded. His expression was neutral, but Wallace had known the
older man for a long time, and he could see Aldur was troubled. "I
want everyone who's come through Gateway re-screened," he said.
Wallace blinked. "All of them?" he asked. "Federation citizens,
Starfleet... all of them?"
The older man nodded again. "All of them, and I want your group to do
it. Get Captain Savant involved. I doubt there's a database in M64
she couldn't crack if she put her mind to it." Aldur paused. "It's
clear that someone on the other side of the Hayashi gate has come to
regard us as a threat for some reason," he said. "If we've got some
ringers among us, I want to know about it. Get on it."
Wallace nodded and stood, heading for the door, but Aldur's voice
stopped him just short of the threshold.
"Oh, and Dev?" Aldur said. Wallace turned. "Section 31?" Aldur said.
"What about it, Admiral?"
"We're not calling it that. Not here," Aldur said. "Come up with
something else."
Wallace frowned. "Admiral, the name 'Section 31' is based on the fact
that its existence is set forth in Section 31 of the Federation cha--"
Then Wallace stopped, and gave Aldur a close look. It wasn't often
that the old man surprised him, but this time, he had. There was a
small golden eagle pin on the right sleeve of Aldur's uniform.
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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: Capt. Jarod Bentall (Alffred)
S-3, Group Logistics: Capt. Savant (Savant)
Commanding, M64 Ground: 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: PO/1 Zachery Prentiss (Prill)
Civilian Liaison: Zunite Oswald (Sonya)
Battalion Commander: LCol. Jacob Prescot (Prescot)
Flight Leader: 2Lt. Edward Somansky (Somansky)
Flight Leader: 2Lt. Amy Dillon (AlexJenson)
Chief Tactical Officer: Lt. (JG) Derek Canterbury (Spuzzum)
Watch Tactical Officer: Ens. Siyun Saengjoktohl (Thomas)
Chief Engineer: Cmdr. Jack C. Farley (CCC)
Assistant Engineer: LCdr. Aramis Skylooker (LewisSharp)
Assistant Engineer: Ens. Brandon Gannsen (Lefty)
Chief Science Officer: Lt. Anna Brooks (Kari)
Chief Medical Officer: LCdr. Rachel Kennedy (Santiago)
On Extended Leave of Absence:
None!
Positions Available:
Assistant Medical: (---)
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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/