From: Nai Lara (nai_lara_at_internode.on.net)
Date: Sat Jun 14 2008 - 01:52:10 PDT
"Pin the Tail on the Donkey" Con't from Erics "A Stitch in Time..." Location: USS PATRIOT Stardate: 2422 [2.7] 1406.1850 Scene: Bridge Time Index: -00.50 - -01.00 The PATRIOT rocked starboard as Tanith dodged an errant torpedo. The sky was lit with the enough flashes of multicoloured lights to resemble a respectable 4^th of July celebration. The weapons officer had been aiming the PATRIOT's plethora of armament at the Dominion array and firing everything she had at it. Phaser fire splashed over the metal hull, heating and warping it. The torpedos from the PATRIOT had done more damage, but it was like trying to use an ice pick to chip away at a block of solid ice. Add to that, the remaining Jem'Hadar ships were fighting back with a vengeance. It took the PHANTOM class vessels about ten seconds of combined sustained firing power to destroy one Jem'Hadar vessel. That left them vulnerable to the others, but the ships were well defended by the shields and armour. So while the PHANTOM ships bloodied Jem'Hadar nose, the PATRIOT pumped everything she had at the array. Once her weapon's fire vacated the camouflaging shield, they became visible, and gave her location away. In short order, one of the surviving four Jem'Hadar ships had started firing blindly into the void between the PHANTOM ships...literally trying to pin the tail on the donkey. They had scored a few lucky shots with phaser fire, but no torpedoes yet. Tanith was hard pressed to keep the PATRIOT out of harm's way. Out here, they couldn't afford to get seriously damaged, there was no safe harbour. "Shields?" Ben asked of Operations. "Seventy percent and holding." They flinched as a Jem'Hadar ship went up in spectacular fashion. The metal hull crinkled and warped, giving way at the seams. The reactor core went up in a blaze of purple Armageddon. Kenta's eyes flicked towards the small count down timer at the bottom of the view screen. They had one minute left up their sleeves. His gut clenched. Was it time to release Corwin's fighters? "Status of array?" The reply was instant. "Twenty percent." The weapons officer had his eye on the figures as they steadily whittled down. "Give it everything we've got!" Kenta stepped forward and touched his pilot on the shoulder as so not to break her concentration. "Tanith, signal the other ships that we will move out the *moment* the array goes." "Understood." She nodded tightly as she struggled to keep the PATRIOT intact. =/\= Scene: Marine mess Time Index: As above "Scared?" "No." Catherine replied calmly as she tightened the lacing on the side of her black vest. It was cinched tight around her torso like a corset, but the experimental boffins at Starfleet Science promised it'll take the bite out of a Jem'Hadar weapon. Something about the metal meshing integrated into the fibres would dissipate the energy blast and spread it around. An impact would hurt like a bitch, but just maybe, it won't be fatal. Operation Marathon as a good a time as any to trial them. Maverick grunted at her reply as he sheathed a knife into the holder by the small of his back. He moved easily as the desk swayed under his feet. A quick check of the time, and he knew he had three minutes to be in battle readiness. Next target was a ground station. That would be followed by two arrays and lastly with another ground station. He had no idea what sort of thing he was going to be walking into if the PATRIOT couldn't destroy the station in time, but he needed to be ready for anything. He opened one of the many utility pockets sewn into his vest and slid in a few high yield charges. In another pocket went spare ammo packs. Grenades went into another one. Maverick nodded as he ran through a mental checklist. He was packed. A quick check over his shoulder, he saw the marines for the first group ready and eager to be off. He turned back and caught Catherine looking over his shoulder. There was a flicker of emotion behind her stone cold eyes. "I'll look after him." Maverick promised gravely. Daniel would be going down in his team. Between the three of them, they knew it was the best way to do run it, but it didn't give them any comfort. "Thank you." The woman replied simply as she handed him his weapon. "Good luck." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NRPG: YAY! I posted! Now where the hell is the rest of you!?!?!? Eric - *wink* Told you I would! :D Naomi Lara Lt. J.G. Catherine Sterling-Jade Intelligence Operative USS PATRIOT And Commodore Teneill Danara-Bennow Deputy Chief of Starfleet Intelligence From HyperNews_at_youth.net
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