From: Lori Martin
Llira takes her seat in the comfortable chair in the center of the bridge. As she stares into the vastness of space, she hears the words of her security chief echo from behind her.
"Admiral, we have an incoming encoded subspace message." The young security officer's eyes light up as he awaits the admiral's response.
This is the word the Trill has been waiting for.
"Transfer it to my console." A few taps later, Adm. Tyrel looks up from her console and orders her crew . . .
"Set course for Betazed. Stay behind the Nazgul as we discussed. Commander White, relay the following encoded message over secured channels to the Nazgul . . .
TO: USS NAZGUL
FROM: USS MOONBLADE
SECURED MESSAGE-BEGIN TRANSMISSION
'Message acknowledged. We are right behind you. No luck so far on the additional help. It seems no one wants play war with us. Oh, well. I'll keep trying. In the meantime, we're right here with you. Tyrel out.'"
END TRANSMISSION
"Engage on my mark. Commander White, ready all weapons. They have been tested I assume . . ."
Cmdr. White punches a few flashing lights on his console and looks up at Adm. Tyrel momentarily with a small smirk and says , "Aye." Regaining his composure, he continues with his button-punching.
Staring full ahead at the ocean of stars, she knows that the Moonblade is ready for action.
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** Nazgul to Moonblade ** "Ensign Sabio, how many ships do you see?" "Four, three supply ships and two Cardassian warships." The USS Nazgul and USS Moonblade along with three other ship were enroute to Betazed when they picked up a convoy of ships. "Adm A* to Adm Tyrel, are you prepared to engage the warships?" ,br>----------------------------------------------------------------------
From: "RAdm. Threats IV" USS Quicksilver
The USS Quicksilver-A is now in the midst of the ambush. A chirping sounds comes across the communications console.
"Admiral,an incoming message from the USS Sun Eagle and it is urgent,"Lieutenant Commander Jarok exclaims.
"On Screen, Commander!" Asks RAdm Threats IV.
The message fades in on the screen and it is Admiral Starr L'Xidex of the USS Sun Eagle with a message, her face is at a some sort disgust she exclaims,"The Cardassians and Dominion have placed satellites in the area to watch our ambush so be aware of a counter attack."
The screen fades and RAdm Threats IV looks with disgust and says slamming his hand on thh table,"Darn Starfleet Intelligence,wonder what happened."
RAdm Threats hails Ensign Tertocha,the newest Chief Science Officer on board the USS Quicksilver-A, to come to the bridge,and at that moment the Quicksilver-A catches a barrage of phaser fire and the ship totally thunders in noise and throws every one out of thier chairs and stations.
"Ship Status!" Screams Threats IV.
"Shields holding,sir,"replies Lieutenant Commander Tamara Kirk, Chief of Security/Tactical.
"Get a lock on those ships and return fire," hollers RAdm Threats IV
Just at that moment Ensign Tertocha enters the bridge, and salutes the Admiral.
"At ease, ensign," replies Threats IV hastily.
"You requested my presence sir," says Ensign Tertocha.
"Yes I did....., " replies the RAdm.
At that moment once again the USS Quicksilver catches more phaser fire and all hands on the deck get toss around like a tossed salad.
Threats IV picks himself up off the deck and sits back in the chair and says, "This is going to be a long bloody and drug out war, and I will avenge my comrades death!" Thraets IV eyes gets very red with his passion of war.
Ensign Tertocha looks at the RAdm and asks, "Are you ok, sir?"
"No......I am not ok, it is time for the Quicksilver to go out on the limb but I still have to protect the cadets onboard thgis vessel I made that promise to Admiral Paradis and I am a man of my word," the RAdm says.
"Well sir, what do you have for me to do upon your request?" Asks the ensign.
"I need you to check out those satellites and see what the deal is with them, see if we need to destroy them or not and take Lieutenant McCamper with you ensign," replies the RAdm.
"Will do sir," replies the anxious ensign.
"Make it snappy, we can not waste any time within this war, ensign,"Threats IV says.
"I am right on it now sir," Tertocha says,
Ensign Tertocha and Lieutenant McCamper,intelligence officer onboard the USS Quicksilver-A, salutes the Admiral before leaving the bridge and enters the turbolift to hurriedly get to the science lab and get to work on the request RAdm Threats IV made.
"Sir, we have Jem'Hadar in front of us at mark 25 point 67," says Lieutenant Commander Jarok.
"Commander Kirk, listen closely. I hope you read the intelligence I have on the Jem'Hadar?" Asks Threats IV.
"I do remember Admiral, the one in the middle of the formation is the command vessel of each little fleet. Destroy it and boom the whole set is away," Lieutenant Commander Kirk responds.
"That is correct so you now what to do Commander," replies the Admiral.
"Yes, Sir!" Responds Kirk.
"Lieutenant Parsons, bring us into postion and on my mark fire fully charged quantum torpedo," asks the Admiral.
"Aye,sir," responds Parsons.
The Quicksilver-A comes to focus oon the Jem'Hadar warships.Quantum torpedoes are charged to the maximum,every one on the Quicksilver-A knows RAdm Threats IV has a itchy trigger finger and knows thats his temper rises higher and higher with each shot fired and the crew knows not to piss him off or they will get a abrupt greeting they never thought was possible.
"Fire, quantum torpedoes......now!" Exclaims Threats IV.
The command was said and the 2 quantum torpedoes are underway to its target(s). Threats IV begins to gaze into the screen as the torpedoes proceed toward it target. Boom direct hits and the crew going wild, their first battle and draws first blood on the enemy.
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Admiral Starr L'Xidex - USS Sun Eagle
Starr growled in anger, "Personal log. Make a note to see Fleet Admiral and the head of Starfleet Intelligence when we get back!"
"Compliance," dronned the computer.
"Notify the Defiant we'll give them cover while they try to get through!Open fire on enemy satellites. Let's make a clear pathway for the Defiant!"
"Aye, sir!" Responded the bridge crew as they hurried to obey.
Admiral Starr began shouting commands about firing phasers and torpedos and manuvering the ship almost faster than the crew could obey one order before she shouted the next.
The USS Sun Eagle, Intrepid Class, shook from repeated hits. This was one scenerio where her telepathy was not an advantage!
"Sir! The Defiant is getting through!"
"Yes!" Starr cried, pumping a fist downward in glee.
Suddenly a direct hit pierced the Sun Eagle's shields. Consoles on the bridge exploded. Debrie from the ceiling fell on the chair next to Admiral Starr, crushing her XO, killing him instantly. Starr gasped in pain as her telepathy registered not only his death but several others and even more in pain.
"Get this ship the *#'&*+=- out of here!" Screamed L'Xidex, her symbot ,through Starr's voice out loud.
"No!" Starr screamed, "We're not running!"
Starr leapt to the pilot controls, now unmanned and began manuvering the crippled ship and firing phasers on the nearest satellite.
"Auxilary control! Bridge damaged! Crew dead or wounded. Take control and follow my commands!"
"Aye, sir!" Responded a crewmember in Auxilary Control.
Another explosion rocked the Sun Eagle, flinging Starr from her chair. The last thing she remembered was debrie falling across her back before she passed out.
"Medical assistance is on it's way Admiral. ... Admiral? Admiral!"
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*** The FAdm on the Bridge of the Akagi ****
As the FAdm saw the first wave come in and the Sun-Eagle and the Quicksilver take hit after hit and a few other ships taking hits, time for the second wave, what is the Status of those ships cried the FAdm,Not good sir, life signs are sporadic at best, then by all means it's time for us to move in with the rest of the Fleet and take this sector..... Send a message to the Romulans to push forward and uncloak and take out those ships, Open a channel to all ships, Move in lets take this place. Well crew it is time to see how well these upgrades did, the FAdm new VFAdm A** and Adm Llire was on there way to Batazid so it was time to put the plan into action.
Sir the Defiant is pushing through, very well follow there path, Fire phasers, Standby Quantum Torp....... Yes sir....firing phasers, with one shot the Akagi tour right through the Jem'Harda ship and started moving forward with the rest of the Fleet, open another channel, all ships spread out take out as much as we can. The Akagi was hit but the bridge shook very little, Status of our shields, shields at 97% and holding sir, seems the news shields works then lets push it to the limit, Fire Quantums, Target baring to port, as the Akagi made a hard turn to follow the Defiant the torp came out and took out another ship. Keep pushing the FAdm yelled out as he keep pushing orders and pushing the limits of the new ship or upgrade he thought for a moment, I wonder how Capt Higgins is doing he would be loving this on the bridge of his ship and now we could sure use that new class he was just getting ready to bring into the Fleet, Well the time for that is gone, we must push forward at all cost.
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From: Lori Martin
"Admiral, incoming transmission from the Nazgul. They are asking if we are prepared to engage the two Cardassian warships ahead." Cmdr. White looked up from his console and stared at the Trill Admiral with eyes wide open. Finally, he would get a chance to use the newly overhauled Moonblade's weaponry systems.
Llira looked up from the viewscreen and stated,"Send a message to the USS Nazgul, tell her we are prepared for battle.Shields up. When we get in range, scan the warships and see if there are
any weak spots we might exploit. On my mark direct all phaser power to the warship nearest the Nazgul. Be ready for evasive maneuvers. Two against one is not going to be fun. Protect the Nazgul at all costs!"
*****USS MOONBLADE TO USS NAZGUL*****
"This is Commander White of the U.S.S. Moonblade. We are prepared to attack. Any last orders /suggestions? White out."
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** Nazgul to Moonblade **
"Ensign Sabio, how many ships do you see?"
"Four, three supply ships and two Cardassian warships."
The USS Nazgul and USS Moonblade along with three other ship were enroute to Betazed when they picked up a convoy of ships.
"Adm A* to Adm Tyrel, are you prepared to engage the warships?"
Suddenly a the USS Nazgul recieves a hail from a Federation ship that appears to be nowhere in site (Cloaked):
"This is the USS Okuda, sorry I'm late Adm.A; I was helping the Klingons gear up for their part in the assault. Standing by for orders."
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From: "Hawkeye Chief Wilson" The blood vessels in Wilson's head couldn't stand it any longer. He hit the panel. Clearance authorized, the Runabout left the pad and San Francisco became smaller in the window. Wilson was on course for Betazed. His mission: Federation civilians and Starfleet personnel--Starfleet's Finest--were in the fight of their lives against a foe with fewer morals and more fighting drive than themselves...at least it appeared that way at the beginning of the war. Wilson knew Starfleet couldn't post him anywhere else, so they gave him a Runabout. All the posts he was qualified to take were taken by fresh officers and crewhands. All he had left was the training he brought with him--and his honor. "Computer: increase shield reserves by reducing pleasure and recreation power reserves. Also, drop out of warp and give warp power to other systems, power distribution pattern Wilson Tango 223." As the computer worked, Betazed grew closer...and closer... and closer ...but not as close as the Jem'Hadar ship charging straight at him. Wilson had not a moment to lose. "Computer, shields up! Red alert!" Wilson fired the phasers. What came from them was nothing like the phasers the rest of the fleet was using. One crack, and the Jem'Hadar ship was blown to bits. Its kamikaze mission: FAILED. "Score one for the Federation! OOH-RAH!" Wilson's new targets lay ahead, as five more Jem'Hadar ships approached. Immediately Wilson came about. "Let's see how you like my new toy. I call it "Kolvoord Can of Whoopin' Cream!" As Wilson came about, he opened his coolant ducts. The plasma ignited...and all five Jem'Hadar ships were blasted into oblivion. "You buttheads need a lesson in guerrilla tactics, and Ol' Jim Wilson's gonna be the witch doctor in charge of teachin'!" Wilson resumed course,and Betazed was getting almost as big in his monitor as the battle. One by one, Wilson shot. Some missed, others sent the Jem'Hadar careening. After ten minutes, Wilson had all but exhausted his batteries. The battle still continued, but Starfleet definitely had the advantages: home court and privilege of serve. Wilson looked to the enemy, and considered opening a channel. What would he say? "Attention, to the commander of that pitiful Jem'Hadar force...game, set, match." Then he shyed off the panel. Starr would kill me, he thought. So shoot in good health. ***
Rear Adm.Nick Castle
USS Okuda - Defiant Class
"Sir, the USS Sun Eagle is laying down cover fire to let the U.S.S. Defiant through the enemies line," reported tactical.
"Good, this is where we earn are pay gentlemen. Take us through the same hole. Initate the cloaking device. Science officer, begain scanning the area." I said.
"What am I looking for captain?" Asked the science officer.
"I've seen these kind of satellites before, armed defensive primator satelittes controlled from one or two command satellites, search for a satellite sending out strong signals. We'll destory that satellite and the rest stop functioning and self destroy. We must find that satellite quickly." I responded.
"Sir, the Sun Eagle is under heavy attack!" Said tatcical.
"They will have to wait this is more important at the moment." I said with sadness in my voice.
"Sir, I've found it. Bearing 47 mark 120," yelled the science officer.
"Lock all weapons on it, decloak and fire!" I ordered.
Suddenly the Okuda decloaked and a barrage of weapons fired form its hull, cascading over the satellite controller destroying it to oblivian.Seconds later the darkness of space was lite up as hundreds of armed defensive primator satellites exploded clearing the way for the fleet except for the Dominion and Cardassian forces.
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From: "RAdm. Threats IV" USS Quicksilver As the USS Quicksilver-A launched the quantum torpedoes at the formation of Jem'Hadar warships and directly hits the target. RAdm Threats IV is excited about it and it getting trigger happy right about now. At that instant a hail comes from FAdm Bailey of the USS Akagi-E with a message. "Admiral,incoming message from the Akagi-E sir," shouts Lieutenant Commander Tertocha, the newly promoted officer aboard the USS Quicksilver-A. "Send it through Commander," Threats IV says. The voice of FAdm Bailey comes over the communications console, "To all vessels,this is FAdm Bailey, of the USS Akagi-E, I need all vessels to spread out and take this sector while we have a great chance too." The communica goes off with a twip of the computer. RAdm Threats IV stands straight up and look over at he helmsman. "Helm, proceeds to cooridinates two-five mark zero-zero-five ......Engage!" shouts Threats IV/ The Quicksilver-A begins to streak to the coordinates and slows to impulse power. "Fire phasers and leave nothing in out way,stanby for quantum torpedoes," the RAdm shouted. "It is that time Commander Kirk to do your thing," says Threats Iv while looking over at her. "Will do Admiral," responds Kirk. "Commander Uxbridge,Commander Uxbridge......where is Commander Uxbridge!" shouts Threats IV. At that moment the RAdm's combadge goes off *twip*. "Admiral to sickbay," the voice of Lieutenant El-Maadawy,CMO on the USSQuicksilver-A,comes acorss the comm. "Can you not tell we are in battle lieutenant I can not leave my bridge,what is it?" says Threats IV in an outrage. "It is Commander Uxbridge sir he is getting sicker and sicker, sir," responds the lieutenant. "Keep me posted on his status,Mr. El-Maadaway," says the RAdm. "Aye, Admiral," replies the CMO.
