Stardate 49081.2 - Patrol Turn 3

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The 3rd and final PEF (Potential Enemy Force) was revealed to be an anomalous sensor reading - so no conflict this turn.

As all the PEFs had been resolved, the Patrol campaign came to end. The USS Wilbur had survived two confrontations with Klingon forces.

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