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Cptn Corizon

Three Weeks

Three weeks, thirteen-hours, and fifty-five minutes and an assorted number of seconds. That’s how long it had been since Corizon had arbitrarily given the mission to the crew. Since he’d decided to put them in harms way. Sitting in the darkened alcove he called an office, Corizon placed his hands on his face and sighed deeply.

 

But for all of his reservations, he had to admit that the crew, indeed all of the crews, civilians and non-Federation personnel were responding very well to the situation. In fact, he’d never seen such a large group of people working so well under such dire circumstances.

 

Refitting of the damaged Federation, Klingon, and Romulan fleets had begun in earnest and repairs were well ahead of schedule. Colonel Kimura, who’d taken over operations at the Federation colonial base on Avalon reported that everything was going well there as well. And on his own fronts, the Engineering project—under the watchful eye of Sorehl—was well on it’s way to completion at the target date. As well, Mister Craven and his team seemed to be well on track for their projected completion date.

 

Pausing momentarily in his train of thoughts, Corizon ran his fingers through his silver locks. Very few Starfleet Captains would have ever ordered a member of their crew to create something as heinous as the Merlin Project, and even fewer would have done so with the cold, calculating resolve of Ah-Windu Corizon.

 

He had one aim, preserve the Federation, and if he had to ignore a few treaties to do that, he would. After all, it had not been the first nor last time he would have done something illegal to protect the Federation.

 

With his brain a flurry with tactical scenarios, the seasoned veteran stepped back to reassess his plan. The linchpin was the Osaris Expanse; spreading over four light years, the expanse was a lonely and desolate area of space just north of the Wormhole terminus. It had gone virtually ignored by the Dominion for a number of years, mostly likely because of the inherit dangers of the region. The Expanse was a literal gravimetric whirlpool. One moment you’d be sailing along, and whap…a huge gravimetric fissure would develop, causing your ship to be crushed under its own weight.

 

Why then would Corizon be willing to use it, and why would the Scorpiads even consider chasing a single starship into the expanse? Waggle a big enough carrot, and even the smartest rabbit will follow it into the box.

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