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 It was something that Rear Admiral Tebrun Lora Kor had to put up with
 periodically as part of his condition: frequent medical examinations. 
 As Doctor Kennedy from Coronado ran the sensor from a medical
 tricorder over him, Lora Kor reflected that at least his condition
 gave him one small advantage.  Kennedy had come through Xanadu to the
 Fourth Chamber to conduct the exam and now the two of them were in the
 temporary shelter that had been established for the Admiral.

 "Your headaches have disappeared?" Kennedy asked.

 Lora Kor nodded.  "As long as I'm in here, I seem to be immune...
 to... whatever it is."

 "The Watchers," Kennedy said.  "I've read Doctor Reed's reports."  She
 gave Lora Kor an experimental poke in the stomach as she scanned him. 
 "You seem to have gained four kilos since your exam last year," she
 said in a conversational tone of voice.  "Just because you're an
 Admiral now doesn't mean that you don't have to exercise any more." 
 She then continued before Lora Kor could object.  "How are the
 negotiations going?" she asked.

 "Well, so far," Lora Kor said, giving Kennedy an amused look.  "I
 never would have thought the Pfhor -- the Pfhor! -- would have
 established a cooperative relationship with one of their conquered
 races, but it appears to be on the level.  They're sticking to their
 end of the bargain, at least.  They haven't made any moves on Xanadu
 since their first probe."

 Kennedy nodded, moving behind Lora Kor and beginning a new scan at the
 base of his skull.  "Hold still, please... that probe... they were
 drilling into the Fourth Chamber, weren't they?"

 "Well, on the side of the asteroid where the Fourth Chamber would be,
 yes," Lora Kor said, wincing a bit as Kennedy pulled some of his hair
 out of the way.  "Looking for the entrance, I suspect."

 "What would have happened if they'd drilled all the way through?"
 Kennedy said from behind him, continuing her scan.

 Lora Kor winced again, though not for the same reason this time.  "I
 don't even want to think about it," he said.  "The Fourth Chamber
 theoretically goes on forever.  What would happen if you cut through
 from outside Xanadu?"  He paused.  "It doesn't bear thinking about. 
 Doctor Lopez might know."

 Kennedy nodded, then completed the scan.  "I think I've got what I
 need for now.  Other than the headaches and the extra four kilos, you
 seem to be in excellent health," she said.  "I'm going to go over
 Doctor Reed's research and see if I can come up with something to give
 you some relief from your headaches... while you're outside of Xanadu,
 I mean."

 Lora Kor nodded.  "I would appreciate that, Doctor.  In the meantime,
 I'm thinking about joining the preliminary Tuberider recon.  Any
 objections?"

 Kennedy shook her head.  "No objections, Admiral.  You won't object if
 I remain here, I hope," she said, giving Lora Kor a small smile.  Lora
 Kor chuckled and shook his head.  "Best of luck.  I'll keep you
 informed of what I come up with."

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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:      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 Flight Operations:   LCdr. Maiko D'Rall        (Farrell)
    Command Yeoman:            PO/1 Zachery Prentiss     (Prill)
    Battalion Commander:       LCol. Jacob Prescot       (Prescot)
    Flight Leader:             2Lt. Edward Somansky      (Somansky)
    Flight Leader:             2Lt. Amy Dillon           (AlexJenson)
    Watch Tactical Officer:    Lt. (JG) Derek Canterbury (Spuzzum)
    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:
    Watch Tactical Officer:                              (---)
    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/