From: Lord Ihcalam (swiften_at_yahoo.com)
Date: Sat Dec 08 2007 - 23:46:41 PST
“96”
Location: USS Patriot
Scene: Deck 21/22, Hangar Bay 3
Stardate: 2.71208
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The ship was ready, all power was available at command, the communications link
with the Fighters up in Hangar Bay 1 was steady. Everyone was waiting for the
word to pounce. Mav sat in the center seat of the USS Counterstrike. In front
of him was Master Sergeant Brian Dirak, the most experienced enlisted man
assigned to Tango company. With nerves of duranium, he could be counted on in
the upcoming mission. To the left of Brian was Sergeant Justin Logue. It would
be his job to maintain all communications between Marine craft on this sortie.
To the right, was Private Trish Michaels, Weapons specialist. While fairly
green and untried, the expression on her face was one of determination to prove
she belonged on the small bridge of this ship. Behind Mav to the left sat
Ensign Kyle Calhoun. Already tried and true to combat, the young ensign, who
was also the son of Maverick was responsible for holding the ship together in a
combat situation, and to the right was Sergeant Kassandra Duncan, serving as
the Medic during this mission.
60 seconds ago, word from the bridge had come down that there was a dominion
presence at the station, so the small fleet would be coming in hot. Even though
the strike was still safely contained within her hangar on the belly of the
Patriot, her weapons were charged and shields were on standbye. The cockpit was
currently awash in a blood red glow. "As soon as we are released from
Transwarp, be prepared to launch." Mav ordered both the strike and the Fighter
wing simultaneously.
The word came down, and all at one, 6 Marine craft and 5 Naval fighters from
the new wing of fighter craft spewed forth from the Patriot, and headed for the
enemy. The shields came online and the weapons were ready. "Target the lead
ship, ahead ¾ impulse power, Fighters trail behind, cover our rear. All power
to forward shields, standby on weapons, fire at will when within range"
The ships ducked and weaved, much more maneuverable than the larger Dominion
forces, once or twice they struck a severe blow, blowing apart the ship theyd
been targeting. The more powerful transporters on the strike were used to pluck
pilots out of fighters that were shot down, or just before they exploded. One
of his own pilots took a torpedo hit to the aft section of his fighter and
ejected, to be beamed aboard the strike during its next path.
It seemed like hours, and all the personnel on deck were sweating profusely.
One flaw with the strike and other Farpoint class runabouts, the additional
weapons created a lot of additional heat, and that coupled with the engines and
the wild maneuvers they were making had caused the interior temp to raise a few
degrees. That combined with the stress of the situation.
"The enemy is withdrawing!" Logue stating looking up from his console. "Patriot
is recalling all attached craft."
"Damage?" Mav asked. The strike had taken a few hits, he knew there would be
some repairs that had to be done
"Transwarp drive is fried, cant repair it without a Starbase. Warp capacity is
greatly reduced, the starboard nacelle took a direct hit and will have to be
replaced, we have depleted our supply of torpedoes, and phasers are at 60%"
Kyle reported going over the damage to the ship he would have to fix.
"Very well. Patch me through to Captain Kenta, on screen secure channel."
{{Colonel, what is your status}}
"We took a beating but are still combat capable. Lost 2 fighters, pilots are
retrieved and receiving medical attention. The new Naval wing did about as
well, no fatalities. Recommend we sent the unit over to Gateway to assist in
securing the station. From Jemhdar as well as rogue Starfleet if so need be"
{{I was about to contact Gateway myself, but plan approved. I will notify
Clarkson to have the remaining Marines ready to go. Transport your wounded over
as soon as you are within range. Patriot out}}
"Helm bring us alongside Patriot, transfer wounded over, and beam in our
comrades." A few minutes later, Dirak reported that all men wee present and
accounted for with the exception of foxtrot squad who would remain on patrol
for the foreseeable future. "Take us to gateway, engage ECM systems."
Kyle looked up from his console. "Sir"
"Yes Ensign?"
"You don’t wish them to know we are coming?"
"No, I don’t. If they have gone traitor, I want our infiltration to be a
surprise." He pressed a button on the arm of his chair to call down below.
"Major Clarkson, prepare for transport, standard type-3 Load out."
[[Acknowledged.]] Mav knew that Clarkson was down below, fitting each Marine
with a type-3m Assault rifle from the ships armory, as well as energy vests
that could reduce the effectiveness of a phaser fired at them. They would also
be equipped with head pieces to keep track of targets and friendlies, as well
as provide for communication.
"We have entered GS2 defensive Perimeter" Dirak reported from the helm. He
locked down his console and picked up his own type-3 weapon and headed for the
transport platform at the rear of the bridge. The rest of the crew followed.
With Gateway's shields so weak, the transporters would be able to punch through
them during the modulation cycle without tripping alarms in OPS. Five of the
Seven men and women that composed the Command squad would transport directly to
OPS to ascertain the situation there, while the other squads would be beamed to
other critical areas.
"Computer, activate ECH" when the hologram appeared, it turned to Mav awaiting
instructions. "Keep the ship on station. If any locators go off, beam them back
immediately and contact me."
"Understood Colonel" The hologram took up a spot at OPS, where ever shipboard
function could be maintained.
"Everyone else, transport now"
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GS2 – OPS
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the red shimmering of the transporter mixed with the red of the alert lighting,
which was obscured by smoke and fire. Through the haze he could see officers
standing around a body, just as one of them tapped the insignia on their chest.
""This is GATEWAY Station," Kor said weakly. "We read you."
Mav stepped forward. "Weapons down, step away from the consoles. I'm Colonel
Maverick, Commanding 3rd Recon Tango Company, from the Patriot." He motioned
for his medic to check the body, but he thought it to be hopeless, the person
seemed to be dead. "Tango company, report."
[[Alpha-Secure, just a lot of surprised faces here.]]
[[Bravo-Secure, here too Colonel, one guy took a shot at us thinking we were
Dominion soldiers.]]
[[Charlie-Secure. No problem here Colonel]]
[[Delta and Echo-Secure. The Engineers seemed happy to see us.]]
[[Gamma and Hotel-Reports of Jemhdar activities, proceeding.]]
"Charlie and Alpha, proceed to the Promenade and assist Gamma."
[[Acknowledged.]]
"Maverick to Patriot, Situation Contained." Mav looked over at the stunned
officers. "Now, who is in charge here?"
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Col Bret Maverick
Company Commander, 3rd Recon-Tango Company
USS Patriot NCC-5781-A
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V Adm Adam Heyting
Public Relations Office
San Francisco
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Maj Hunter Williams
2nd Batallion, 5th Regiment Commander
USS Vincennes NCC-82559
Task Force 44, Group Shadow
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