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Captain’s Log, Stardate 247020<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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It’s ancient history now, the events that brought us here, but few are aware of that history. I am dead, officially. My ship, Feynman\u2014out of service for 6 months receiving extensive repairs\u2014was finally set for recommission. I assembled a skeleton crew for her test run and put her through her paces. We were three days out from Galileo and we got the distress call…\u00a0<\/p>\n

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The USS Tyson, within an hour of our location, was caught up in a firefight with a Cardassian rebel flotilla. She was overwhelmed, outnumbered, outgunned. She fled on damaged engines and was pursued. We answered the mayday but even our <\/span>two ships lacked the firepower to deal with these attackers. A minimum operational crew stayed on the Tyson to lead the attack away. Tyson’s crew were beamed to Feynman which then warped out of danger. The Tyson crew comprised both Captains, Maven and I, my chief science officer T’Mari and a Nova unit engineer.<\/p>\n

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The Tyson was too valuable to allow it to fall into enemy hands. After exhausting warp capability Maven’s ship was set to self-destruct, we took escape pods and three of us made it to Teraxos, a way station planet for traders and smugglers, where we avoided capture by pretending to be killed in an engineered explosion. We lay low for a month then, by assuming false identities and crewing civilian freighters, we <\/span>made our way back to Federation space and eventually to Starfleet Command on Earth.<\/p>\n

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We were missing, presumed dead, a full year. We missed our own funerals and the eulogies that broadcast our exploits. There is even a pulp fiction series that features the three of us having unlikely encounters with space monsters. We were not just dead, we were buried. Three dead senior officers turning up out of the blue was viewed as an Intel opportunity too good to be true by Starfleet Command. They assigned us to Intel and gave us a mission. Only the highest echelons of Starfleet Command know about this mission, we remain dead to all others. We have been given false identities and minor surgical alterations (finger and iris prints) so that we cannot be identified as our former selves.\u00a0<\/p>\n

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Our mission is in a \u201czone of interest\u201d. The Expansion Zone is an area of 20 x 20 x 20 sectors lying \u201cnorth west\u201d of Cardassian space, north west of Federation and Ferengi space, and well to the west of Romulan and Klingon space. This zone is strategically important to the Cardassians and the Ferengi and both seek to expand their territories and claim it. The Federation wants to ensure its neutrality, to maintain the fragile peace and protect the myriad species that inhabit the zone from conquest and domination. We are a disruption engine.<\/p>\n

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Maven, T’Mari and I wear the uniforms and livery of Raptor Transportation, a civilian trading operation. We have a modified Aerie Class ship, the Peregrine. Our five year mission is to operate in the expansion zone, uncover the military intelligence plans of the Cardassians and the Ferengi, and to spoil their party in ways that cannot be traced back to Starfleet. We are black ops against a murky background. We are not expected to survive this mission but, hey, we’re already dead…<\/p>\n

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