Date: Wed, 26 Aug 1998 03:16:49 EDT **In search of the of the Hawkeye** The USS Seeker recieved it's orders and left the fleet. "Search and rescue," Captain Jones mumbled under his breath from his command chair. "Here we are on the verge of a battle that may decided the direction of the war and I am send on a search and rescue." Verifying the last known coordinated of the USS Hawkeye with the information Starfleet sent him, Captain Jones gave the orders that would send the Seeker into deep space, far away from the battle in seach of the missing Hawkeye. Arriving at the Hawkeye's last know coordinates, the Seeker came out of warp. "Scan for the Hawkeye." commanded Jones. "Sir, we have picked up a faint signal of what appears to be a distress bouy." "Approach with caution Lieutenant, inform Starfleet of our progress." Retriving the bouy, the Seeker proceeded to the coordinates included in the distress message enclosed in the bouy. . . .
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**Adm A* of the USS Nazgul to the USS Moonblade**
"Admiral, incoming message from the USS Moonblade on a secured channel." the comm officer said. "In my ready room, Commander Shaw, you have the bridge." Adm A* responded. The crew thought nothing of secured messages coming in to Adm A*, they were used to it and she always informed them of what they needed to know. She may keep her secrets, but not from her crew.
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From: "Lt. Jim Wilson Subject: USS Hawkeye Chief Engineer--log "Communications look like it might work, sir!" "Alright. Give it a shot, but only if it's safe." Wilson's already-skeptical thoughts turned to the console. "Yessir." A single switch operated the entire board. Wilson knew the consequences if it failed. The same thing that had been happening for the past three days would happen again for another three: nothing. As he flipped the switch, the console burst into sparks. Wilson jumped back only to see the console engulfed in flames, followed by a jerry-rigged fire suppression unit fizzling in and out, trying to put out the fire. Wilson saw that it wouldn't work, so he grabbed the fire extinguisher and put it out the old-fashioned way. "Sir, no progress. We still--wait a minute. I think I hear something.It's like a low rumble. Sir, something's alive up here, besides us." As Wilson approached the site of the noise (which, coincidentally enough, was Admiral Belin's chair), he heard it get louder and louder. Wilson drew his phaser, only to be ordered to reholster it. "Jim, my stomach's growling. You're getting paranoid." "Yes, sir. The sensors are my next priority, or should I say 'fiasco.'" As Wilson approached the sensor panel, he saw a horrific sight: Cedric Kelton, chief of security, with a Jem'Hadar blade weapon impaling his chest. The aorta was (well, I'll censor that). Wilson ripped Kelton off the panel, and surveyed a Jem'Hadar bloodstain covering the array. Sensors were the last hope, and hope, Wilson thought, was looking good. "Thank God! Sir, we have short-range sensors! It's a miracle!" Belin could only speak, and even that was hard with such an emotional thought as a system that worked. "Status?" "Picking up a blip, about a half light-year from the starboard bow. It could be the bouy, but it might also be a ship." "One of ours?" "Difficult to tell, sir. So much interference...hold on, I'm picking up one Jem'Hadar ship, three thousand klicks away from our last reported position." "Wait, how can you tell it's Jem'Hadar?" "Sir, I've seen that energy signature, thousands of times. I've studied it countless more since before the war started. It's Jem'Hadar!" "Do they see us?" "Worse, sir. They're approaching at half-impulse." "What's their status?" "Weapons are not armed, shields are not up, warp core is...darn! I can't get more than a tactical check." "Let me see the data, Lieutenant." "Aye." Wilson loaded the PADD closest to him with the data, and gave it to Belin. "Wilson, that's not a Jem'Hadar ship. Use some sense. The designs are all wrong, the energy output is too low, the lifesigns count too few, and...oh, wrong file." "Sorry, sir. That's us." "I see that NOW. Let me see. Ah." "Ah, what, sir?" "What's that thing that you said on the commlink just before the Jem'Hadar parties started getting hotter and the doors came down?" "I think I said, 'God help us all.'" "I think now's a fine time for me to meet your god, at least to ask him for some intervention." "Don't say that, sir. The sensors are shot up pretty bad. It could be a warp shadow for all we know. Have faith." Wilson's voice started to crack. "I'll be in engineering if you need me. The comm system is going." Lieutenant James Wilson Chief Engineer USS Hawkeye, Starfleet Registry NCC-67514 United Starfleet Command
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SUBJECT: The USS Seeker to the USS Hawkeye: Search and Rescue "Captain, long range scanners have picked up a ship." Lt. Michaels said rather excitedly. He had been searching space for the USS Hawkeye for eight hours and all they found were Jem Haddar, which they avoided since fighting was not their mission. "Is it the Hawkeye, Lieutenant?" Captain Hanson inquired. "Well, sir, the ship's signature says it is one of ours, but it it pretty shot up. The energy output is too low, the lifesigns count too few, and shields are down, maybe inoperable. I believe it's the Hawkeye." Hanson turned to the Vulcan communicaitons officer "Hail them on the frequency provided to us by Adm Paradis. She said that Vice Admiral Belin kept his ships communications on that frequency, but no one else should be able to pick it up. If that isn't the Hawkeye, we won't get a response and we will approach with caution." "Yes, sir." she responded and began her chant: "This is the USS Seeker to the USS Hawkeye, please respond."
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**From Senator T'Azar Llire to the IRW Tal'Mar**
From the Command Chair of the IRW M'Seer, Senator T'Azar made arrangments to send a Tal Shi'ar agent to Cardassia per Procouncil Broc Jomar's orders. A very dedicated agent volunteered to undergo the necessary changes in appearance to look like a Cardassian and T'Azar personally saw to the papers. "Centurion," T'Azar ordered, "hail the IRW Tal'Mar, I would speak to T'mara about this mission."
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"Incoming message, from the IRW M'seer." "On screen" T'Azer apperaed on the screen. << **From Vice Procouncil T'Azar Llire to the IRW Tal'Mar** >> "Senator T'mara, " T'Azar began in the pleasant voice she always uses when planning mission of questionable safety. "I have a mission for you. I have been ordered by Procouncil Jomar to place an agent on Cardassia Prime. I have one ready and would like you to see that he gets there. Use whatever means you like, I would suggest enlisting a transport vessal from an uninvolved party, a trader perhaps. I understand you have good connections. We will need to roundevous in order to transfer the agent to you ship ASAP" <*( From Vice Procouncil T'Azar Llire, Chairman of the Tal Shi'ar of the Romulan Empire)*> ***

The USS Mariner powered up her main engines and prepared to leave orbit with the first wave of ships. VAdm kbee was saddened that she was not to use her cloaking device but she didn't push her luck after last time. She was ready to fight. it was time to avenge the deaths of comrades, collegues, friends and civilians alike in the starfleet manner, or not as this was turning out. Her counselor was onboard and settled in. Kbee could see she'd probably spend most of the battle in engineering cause her enginer still hadn't arrived. Sati had left, taking injured back to Station Delta, leaving a whole fleet to fight was beginning to seem an unwinnable battle. "Get me any and all GEC ships on screen now." ***

Captian Timm Higgins sat at the control's of the Runabout Midway, kinda ironic he thought. His hand's brushed across the four pip's on his neck . For what he had done to get those is still classified let's just say for now that, he was supprised that with losing an entire Soveriegn Class ship would have been normal ground's for a court martail. But these times are not 'normal' by any mean's. The reflection off the control pannel also showed that he no longer wore the crimson of command. When they took his Admiral's pip's, they took command away for quite some time. And for know that was just fine with him, for now he wore the gold of services... Personal Log, Captian Timm Higgins recording... Well with most everything behind me, I look to start again, this time as the Chief Engineer of the USS Mariner. Through the entire trial Kbee stood behind me for the most part, though she didn't agree with some of my action's. And come to think of it, I wouldn't blame her. Well currently in route to the Marniers last known location to start my tour. Hopefully thing's will be unaventfull til my arrival on board the mariner. Captiain Higgins out..... ***

T'mara nodded and sent a short encrypeted message over to the Vice Consult. "I will be there, waiting and will have a plan ready." T'mara closed the link and went across to the communciation console. She created a small message and sent it in the direction of the Cardassian 8th fleet that was massing on the border to cardassian space. "I have a cardassian prisnor for release. I will trade him for your tatical plan of your fleet. I await your response on this channel. Any foul play and we will destroy you."