"Come on, let's get this bucket movin'!"
"Sir, they've taken out the main power coil!"
"Sir, we have a hull breach on Deck 6! They're comin' aboard!"
"Engineering to Bridge...Intruder Alert!"
"Sir, two men down with burns! They have to get to Sickbay!"
"The pressure doors are comin' down!"
"Sir, we're trapped in here!"
"Sir, the M/A-M reactor has a malfunction!"
"Sir, the controls are fused!"
"Sir, recommend we abandon ship!"
"Sir, we have to get out of here!"
"Sir, my kids are out there!"
"Sir, are we gonna survive?"
"Sir, I see a light...tell my mother..."
"GOD HELP US ALL!"
The small ship that was Hawkeye was beaten around the Kirkwood sector pretty hard that day. Wilson woke in Main engineering, under a pile of dead. The life support system was failing, the warp core had been jettisoned, the phaser banks were destroyed, the life pods had all been ejected, only to be destroyed, and the only thing that worked at all was the coffee machine in Wilson's office. Slowly Wilson made his way to the Bridge.
"Captain," shouted Wilson, "Captain, where are you?!?" His voice pounded the decks with a resonance that echoed throughout the ship.Where is the captain, he wondered. Hoping for a miracle, "Computer.Current location of Vice Admiral Belin, please?"
"ZZZZZZWWWHEP...nyaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...beep." The computer was down, permanently. Fortunately, to Wilson's surprise and good fortune, the tricorders weren't. He could not get good readings, though. The power cells were all but dead. All he could do was hope and pray.
After three hours of searching, Wilson found Belin. He was under a panel at his throne-like chair, his vital signs eratic. Wilson quickly carried the bruised soldier to Sickbay. After utilizing the emergency Academy training he was taught, Wilson assessed the Admiral's damage. Broken clavicle, exoskeleton breached in seven places with microfissures in the upper cervical area (near the brainstem), broken leg,
punctured lung, ruptured heart valve...well, suffice it to say, he was busted up pretty bad. Just when Wilson thought it couldn't get any worse...
"Hey, Jim...get this thing off me...please..."
Brin's all-but-dead body lay under a flipped bio-bed. Wilson struggled to get it off, and did. As he scanned her with a tricorder, his eyes filled. "You have a punctured lung, your nerves surrounding the base of your neck are all ripped up, you're bleeding internally, and I can't stop it. The Brin symbiont is gone...and you're not too far behind."
"Wilson, if I'm gonna die, I need to tell you something."
"Go ahead, Liara."
Brin's eyes could only stare into Wilson's. "I never meant half the bad things I said to you. They were all meant in the best of constructive criticism. I've always thought you to be one of the smartest, fastest, and all-around best officers that I've served with."
Wilson cracked a half smile, and swallowed hard. "Liara, there's something I've been meaning to tell you, ever since we were assigned together."
"Go ahead, Jim."
"I...well, it isn't easy to say."
"Jim, I'm almost dead. What is it, already?"
Wilson collected himself. He pulled her close to him, and drew a breath. "Liara, I love you."
"I know." With that, Liara Brin died.
Wilson picked up her body, and kissed her forehead. Closing her eyes with his fingers, he stood and looked for a phaser. He found it in the desk. He ran to the holodeck, and saw what he was looking for: the holo-imaging scanner. He sprinted through the rubble to Engineering, and found his target. A Jem'Hadar soldier, lying on his back. This time, he thought, I'm gonna make meat out of him.
"Kill me, Starfleet."
"Guess again, lizard face. Do you have any idea what the penalty for attacking a Starfleet officer is? On Earth, you spend three days in a county jail for just hitting one. It's six if you decide to use a
weapon. If you kill one, though, it's the rest of your life. Well, I'm gonna do something to you that humans haven't done in years. It's a game that little boys call 'in the middle.' Guess what, pal? You're in the middle."
Wilson threw his foot into the boarder's ribs, knocking him into the air, for quite possibly the last aerial experience of his life.
"Starfleet Officer's Code, Article 98, section 4, paragraph BETA:
When a Starfleet officer takes prisoner an armed member of a foreign enemy nation or force, he is to immediately treat all his wounds and interrogate all information from his or her mind. Well, since you
don't have a gender, I'm just gonna have to treat your wounds and help you live long enough for me to lay down the rights of traitors on you!
Y'ever heard of the rights of traitors? Well, they go something like this. All of your wounds are patched up, you're sent into a little room, and two Marines beat the livin' crap outta ya! I'm just an
engineer, but I'm also an ex-soldier, so I'll do. Prepare to meat thy doom!"
Wilson grabbed the medkit and healed the major wounds of the boarder. Then he grabbed him by the neck, picked him up, and said, "This is for my mother!" Wilson threw him into a bulkhead. "Come on, wake up!" As the boarder regained consiousness, "This one's for Doctor Brin!" Again, the bulkhead.
The boarder spoke up and asked, "Don't I have to be armed before you can hit me?"
Wilson got mad, and replied, "Oh, sure. Your rules, not mine. And this one's for asking a stupid question!"
For six hours, that was all Wilson did. Throw, shout, throw, shout. Finally, Wilson lost his reason for throwing the boarder. "Get this, pal. I'm gonna kill you. Any last words?"
"Yes, just a few."
"Too bad. Eat particle beam, you maggot-faced little son-of-a--"
The phaser was too loud. Wilson shot the boarder's feet at maximum setting. Now the boarder was going to be vaporized...SLOWLY. Now,mind you, the Jem'Hadar are not know for screaming when in pain, but this one was wailing at the top of its lungs for mercy.
When it was gone, Wilson went back to Sickbay to check on the admiral.
Lieutenant James Wilson
Chief Engineer USS Hawkeye, Starfleet Registry NCC-67514 United Starfleet Command
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From: "RAdm. Threats IV" USS Quicksilver
Subject: Fleet RPG - Stardate 9808.21
As the USS Quicksilver-A receives orders for the attack tactics, Rear Admiral Roderick C. Threats IV sits in his ready room and goes over them.
"I guess we are in the skillet along with the USS Akagi-E.",the RAdm says to himself.
In just that instant Commander Uxbridge,the new executive officer of the USS Quicksilver-A just appointed,comes in the ready room ans asks,"Admiral,is everything ok."
Threats IV nodded his head and replies,"This is not like the other encounters we have faced with the Dominion and Cardassia,it will be tough and most of all I do not want any casualities,especially cadets."
Uxbridge asks,"What is that you are looking at on the console table,Admiral?"
"The tactics and battle alignment to be used in the first wave,Commander." the RAdm recites.
Commander Uxbridge takes a good look and says, "We are at the brunt of the wave with the USS Defiant and USS Sun Eagle fore and the USS Akagi-E and USS Quicksilver-A midfleet and the rest of the fleet flanking us,so it looks like us four vessels are the ones."
"But at all cost we must protect not only us but most importantly the USS Nazgul-A because of the fact that she has all the freshman and sophmore cadets onboard and we do not want to drag the USS Nazgul-A into the midst of the battle, so all in all we are it, Commander arrange a meeting with the senior officers instantly," Threats IV asks with a little attitude.
So time later the USS Quicksilver-A is underway at 0.8 impulse,which is standard orbit power, around Deep Space Nine. Back onboard the USS Quicksilver-A,all of the senior officers have came to the ready room and have sat down,Rear Admiral Threats IV is standing in a porthole window staring out,when Commander Uxbridge abruptly says,"All officers present,sir."
"Very well,Commander.",Threats IV replys
"Well officers,this is it what we have been waiting for in the longest time,to avenge the death of our Starfleet comrades,but be adviced that revenge can take the best of you so do not allow it to take into your everyday thinking during this war it will make you lose concentration, but now to the moment at hand,I have been sent encoded military tactics from Admiral Starr L'Xidex of the USS Sun Eagle as you can see where we are positioned in the fleet so it is important ......{Threats IV slam his fist on the table}......We do not make any foolish mistakes,we can not afford it,right now so everything
will have to be streamlined to the T," says the RAdm.
At that moment all of the officers in the ready room looked at RAdm Threats IV like they were possessed in astonishment never seeing him inthis frame of mind.
"What is wrong with you,Admiral?",Lieutenant Commander Alidor Jarok,Chief Operations Officer of the USs Quicksilver-A,asks.
"Nothing is wrong with me Commander Jarok,I am a militaristic individual you just have never seem me like this because I was bred this way and it will never die," RAdm Threats responds abruptly.
"Now is the time to do it,now is the time to avenge. Everyone man your battle stations,we are going to war!!!!!!" Shouts Rear Admiral Threats IV.
"Computer contact the USS Sun Eagle, USS Defiant,and the USS Akagi-E we are ready to rumble!, send message encrypted computer," replies the Admiral.
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From: Lori Martin
Hearing all the calls for ships to move out, Adm. Tyrel turns toward the door. Walking past the bar, she stops at the stool where Morn is sitting and wishes him a fond farewell. She places another couple of strips of latinum on the bar and begins a jaunt out the door. She walks down the corridor toward the Moonblade. Upon arriving on the Moonblade's bridge, Adm. Tyrel walks straight to the communications station and beckons to her communications officer.
"Open up a secure and coded channel to the U.S.S. Nazgul. In my ready room."
Stares and looks of concern fill the bridge crew's eyes.
As she reaches the door to her ready room, she turns around to her befuddled crew and tells them, "I'll explain later."
Then, the doors slide open, she glides into her ready room, and takes a seat her her personal comm console.
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Subject: Hawkeye RPG, from Lieutenant James Wilson, CEng
As Wilson struggled with the holo-corder, he thought to himself,"What's the rest of the team gonna say?" Then he would retort to himself,"Duh! They're dead!"
Finally, three days later, the holo-corder was ready. Walking through the decks of the ship, Wilson figured out the words to say, hoping the Federation had sent a ship to save them.
"If anybody can see the message in this holo-corder, please respond ...This is Lieutenant James A. Wilson of the USS Hawkeye, to any available Federation starship or Starfleet-commissioned warship, requesting the immediate support of any ship in this area. We have lost all hands, with the exception of the commanding officer and myself.We need assistance at the coordinates shown in the lower section of the frame. If you're listening, I am a citizen of the Federation and a Starfleet officer. If you come to our assistance, my government will reward you handsomely...and you will be my personal heroes.
Wilson got up off the deck, and checked on the captain. The lung patch he designed was responding well, perfectly covering the hole and knitting to the layers in Belin's lung. The cuts on his head were
healed, and the broken leg was mending quite nicely, given all circumstances. Wilson decided it was now time to start preparing to die. But it came like a hammer to his head...
"Where am I?"
"Captain! I almost didn't expect to hear you say anything again! How do you feel?" Wilson grabbed the tricorder to analyze the captain.
"Brin...where's Brin?"
"Sir, Brin's dead. I'm the only one left. The Jem'Hadar were very successful in their cause, but one lived. I killed him."
"Wilson, that's a clear violation of SOC Article 98."
"Yessir, I know, but..." Wilson considered his words carefully. "ButI just wanted to get some payback."
"We'll talk later. That's not bad. What's my condition?"
"You have minor internal bleeding, but I've injected you with a clotting agent. There will be a bruise on your ear. Your left leg is broken, your exoskeleton took some damage, but nothing severe. You had a pneumothorax, but I used a modified dermal patch on it. It's working so far."
"Very well. Computer--"
"Sir, the computer is offline. I've been trying. The circuits are pretty fried, and the reactor had to be jettisoned. Impulse drive is online, but if we use it we shake the ship apart. Structural integrity--"
"Wilson, does anything work around here?"
"Me, and the coffee machine. I'd share some coffee with you, but you're in no shape for it."
"Alright, let's get to the bridge. We need to coordinate a search-and-rescue mission out here."
"Sir?"
"We need to find not only where we are, but also where the fighting is.Let's go."
"Yessir."
After about three hours, Wilson had finally dragged Belin up the corridors to the bridge. They worked for hours, but no computer stuff worked. Finally Wilson spoke.
"Sir, might I suggest the use of a distress bouy? I've already constructed a makeshift emergency beacon."
"Make it so."
With that, the beacon was fired. Wilson engaged in prayer...
Lieutenant James Wilson
Chief Engineer USS Hawkeye, Starfleet Registry NCC-67514 United Starfleet Command
