From: Lord Ihcalam (swiften_at_yahoo.com)
Date: Mon Jul 07 2008 - 19:15:51 PDT
"131"
Location: USS Mataco
Scene: Main Bridge
Stardate: 2.800707
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The ship lurched as the Commendation's tractor beam latched onto it, and jumped to warp. It didn’t seem prudent to tow the saucer section all the way back to Gateway, but transporting its crew over to the other ships would have taken longer than grabbing it in a tractor and retreating. It would at least buy them time to figure out what else to do, and if they were able to just get back to gateway, a 3 hour journey from their present location, the Mataco's saucer could be drydocked like the Honshu's was some months ago, until it was needed.
"Commodore, the Dominion's Lead Cruiser isn’t retreating. They are following us."
"When will they intercept?"
"12 minutes"
"Are they in weapons rage yet?"
"Negative. 3 Minutes to main battery range."
The Commodore leaned back in his chair and thought the situation over a few moments. "Charge weapons. Helmsman, using RCS thrusters, pivot us within the tractor beam so that our bow is aimed right at the Dominion. Tactical, work on a way to interlace our shields with the Commendations. We cant be left defenseless here."
"A tail gunner?" His science officer, a young man with a passion for ancient Earth air combat vehicles, asked
"Sound strategy no?"
"Commodore, Captain Spankryz is requesting communications"
"On Screen."
The image on the screen went from the blazing starfield, shifting slightly to be clear of the tractor beam to the image of a Starfleet Captain. "What can I do for you Captain?"
{{We're detecting a shift in the Mataco's position}}
"I know. I ordered it. Mataco will protect our stern. Since we are here your rear arcs are useless. So, might as well make use of what we have. Also, we're coming up with a way to reinforce your aft shields with our own. My tactical officer will contact yours when the computations are complete. Mataco out"
The screen blanked out again.
"Dominion Heavy Cruiser now withing main battery range."
"Status of phaser cannon?"
"Charged, and locked on."
"Fire at will." The orange beam of light jumped from the underbelly of the saucer impacting the Dominion ship's shielding.
"Direct hit. Forward shields down 15%"
"Maintain fire. Throw in the main phaser array as well. All power to the weapons systems. Lets light up the night."
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GS2
Sickbay
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LJ had found himself at the wrong end of a school yard bully. Someone took offense to the red haired teen's attitude and speech pattern and decided to solve the problem with physical force.
TRhe bruises and cuts were healed quickly, as was the cracked right tibia . The reason he stayed, he had spotted the form of Gateway's Chief Science officer laying on a recovery bed in the other room. He peered in the door to see the disfigured man writhering around on the bed mumbling incoherently to himself.
The man looked right at him and he sat up agitated even more. He started mumbling about Captain Byrne and her bed mates, alternate realities and volcanic lava. It was then that LJ realized that either a: the Thomas Varn in front of him was completely off his rocker, or B: more likely that he was an Alternate, much like the Dark Lord version of the Station's MCO. Now he just had to try and find someone that he could tell.
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Col Bret Maverick
USS Patriot NCC-5781-A
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V Adm Adam Heyting
Public Relations Office
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V Adm Nathan Hathaway
Chief of Starfleet Engineering
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Maj Hunter Williams
2/5th Regiment Commander USS Vincennes
Task Force 44, Group Shadow
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