From: Vice Fleet Admiral Paradis
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Ensign Sabio had asked to be relieved of duty on the bridge, his fatigue was extreme and VFAdm A* could see it in his face. She agreed with his decision and made a note in her log commending him for giving up his post when he felt unable to do his best, especially at such a crucial time when another officer might have stayed on, risking the ship and it's crew.
As Ensign Sabio approached his quarters, the door slid open as he began to yawn. As he proceeded to his bed he couldn't help stopping at his desk and glancing over a PADD he had left there previously.
Then in a sudden flash: "Aren't you supposed to be getting some sleep and not looking over some maintenance reports," a voiced called out. Sabio abruptly turned to face a tall slender man; about in his mid-30's w/reddish hair, wearing a grey jumpsuit w/ a green tunic standing 2ft. away in his quarters, "YOU?"
"Surprised to see me," the slender man responded.
Sabio continued, "After all these years, you finally decided to just pop back into my life?"
"Well?..."
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"Lieutenant M'Soaa, what ships do we have with us?" asked VFA A*
"The USS Moonblade, USS Williams, USS Spearhawke, and the USS Shawnesy. Admiral, there seems to be a runabout in the middle of a dogfight with a team of Jem Had'dar vessels."
"Runabout, what runabout?" the VFAdmiral asked incredulously.
"The USS Nile. Her batteries are dangerously low, systems almost dead." replied the Caitian. "Picking up a message from the Nile... "Attention, to the commander of that pitiful Jem'Hadar force...game, set,
match."
VFAdm A* thought for a moment, that voice was familiar. "Open ship to ship. Lieutenant Wilson, how and why you are here will wait, unless you have some card up your sleeve that you plan to play, are you prepared to transport to the Nazgul?"
"Nazgul to the Williams and the Spearhawke, proceed to Betazed. The Cardassian forces should be weakened since most of the ships should be at the main battle. Size up the situation and report back on the possibilities of freeing Betazed. Nazgul to the Moonblade, . . . ."
It was at that moment that the Starfleet ships came into range of the Cardassian warships and they wasted no time. Some of the Jem Had'dar ships that were attacking Lt. Wilson in he runabout broke off to attack the Federation ships and the Cardassian warships began their approach, shields up and weapons armed. The three supply ships stopped where they were, as if waiting the outcome.
"Cardassian Warship on intercept course." reported M'Soaa. "The two warships have split up, the other is on intercept with the Moonblade. I estimate about 15 Jem Had'dar vessels and the runabout is taking a fair amount of fire."
VFAdm A* would have preferred Ensign Sabio at the helm, but he was wise to retire to his quarters, his extreme fatigue could have jeopardized the ship, however, the Ensign that replaced Sabio was too green for this kind of offense, "Commander Shaw, please relieve Ensign Jones at the helm"
Jones visibly relaxed and eagerly gave up his chair to the Caitian first officer. He knew he was out of his league.
"Commander Shaw, Ensign Raywin, shields up, fire at will."
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From:"RAdm. Threats IV" USS Quicksilver
* * * * * * From: Lt.Cmdr. Tertocha and RAdm Threats IV * * * * * *
As the battle goes on, the Lieutenant and I make our way to the Science Lab. As we entered the lab, I surveyed the damage that the Jem'Hadar warship's blast had done to the equipment.
"How in the hell am I supost to do my job accurately when all of my damn equipment is getting tossed about like a dingy in a squall?", I exclaimed as I kicked a broken distillation flask across the floor.
I headed toward my console and began to scan the satellites. The satellites seem to be passive in nature. The scans of the satellites do not reveal a power source.
"Lieutenant did you that?" ,I exclaimed after the monitor revealed a beam of pure energy being beamed directly toward a dish on one of the satellites from the nearby planet. Suddenly, one of the satellites behind us emitted a beam toward the ship. The whole ship jostled as the beam hit.
The Lieutenant exclaimed, "We can't take to many more of those."
As I hit my COM badge, I called, "Ensign Tertocha to RAdmiral Threats."
"Threats here, what have you got for me?"
"The satellites are of a weapons type, most likely Dominion type. When a ship passes within 100,000 km, a beam of energy is received from the near planet and the satellite releases its weapon. I said
"Can they be wiped out with quantum torpedoes," asked Threats loudly as another blast came from the nearest satellite.
"They have heavy shields that are put up when within range, but I believe that I can recalibrate the phasers to a frequency that would penetrate. They have to be hit right on the output dish to destroy them without getting ourselves destroyed in the process. I believe that the output dish is its only weak spot and a torpedo would reflect some of the energy back at us," ,I replied.
"Good job Tertocha, over and out" , returned Threats
Threats IV turn to the Chief of Tactical/Security,Lieutenant Commader Kirk and says, "Commander Kirk we have a slight problem,those satellites has sensor shields on them,when we get a certain distance to them they raise."
"Well Admiral,if you remember correctly,Quantum torpedoes have a approx. range of 10,000,00 km.",says Kirk. "We can not take those kind of chances whereas the energy from the torpedoes explosion could deflect and damage if not destroy and ship in the way of the explosion.",responded Threats IV.
"But meanwhile,Commander Tertocha is working on calibrating the phasers to penatrate the shields ,so let take out as much as the enemy as we can.",says Threats IV calmly.
The USS Quicksilver-A takes another hit.
"Ship Status,Commander!",asks Threats IV
"Shields are at 90% and holding sir.",responds Jarok.
"Set quantum torpedoes,maximum spread!",asks Threats IV
As Lieutenant Commander Kirk taps on the console,she sees the glare in Rear Admiral Threats IV's eyes.
"He is a true starfleet soldier.",Kirk says to herself.
"Admiral,quantums ready on your command sir.",says Kirk.
RAdm Threats IV taps his communica,
"Bridge to Science!",says Threats IV.
"Tertocha here,Admiral.",responds Tertocha.
"Have you found the frequency for the shield to phaser?", asks Threast IV.
"Sir we almost have it,Admiral.", says Lieutenant Commander Tertocha.
"Make it snappy,Commander we need it now we and other Federation vessels are getting bombarded by these war satellites.",says Threats IV.
"We will let you know when and what frequency,so you can tell the rest of the fleet.",responds tertocha.
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From: "Gul kremin"
Gul Kremins ships advanced at the fleet and fired. She herself stayed behind the border. She defied the vorta and watched the cardassians of the 8th order die at her fault. She'd given those plans to the Romulans and they'd used them. She watched as sereral of the ships cloaked and diseappered. Realising something was going on she contacted the governemnt back on Cardassia.
"Don't worry, Gul. We have it all under control", said the laughing Dukat, his eyes sparkling with madness.
She swithced off, and thought a moment. She stood up and saw the 8th order left floating in space and other ships massing to the left and right. She winced, and looked round at her crew, and the Vorta.
She looked at him hard, his face was smug and arrogant, and it was obvoius he thought himself far suputior.
He was not aware what the cardassian was thinking, or what she had done. To him cardassians were like Jem'hader, dispensible. Seeing the glint of the Guls eyes, he took his leave and left the bridge.
As soon as the door shut, the crew turned to Gul Kremin for her orders but she remained silent until the door opened again admitting the Gul of the Valcar and the romulan operative that they had been sent as the cardassian prisonor.
The crew then realised what was going on, and decided to keep the complaints to themselves. The gul wasn't deluded, her power games, sarcasm and cunning were not destroying the empire but helping maintain it.
The young ensign at tatical shivered though. This was not going to please her friend the vorta.
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**** FAdm on the Akagi ****
Open a channel to the MacArthur tell them to get in orbit around the moon, and scan the area for any futher Jem'Hadar or Cardassian bases. Also tell the Okuda to stay with them. Sending now replied the Communications officer. Have the Boomer and the Vigilance to pull up to the 3rd planet in this system and begin scanning for any futher enemy ships. Have the Maine and the Frankfurt to pull up and keep a eye on those 3 Galor Classes. Have the Mariner and the Falcon assume orbit with us. Also have the USS Bata pull up side the Sun Eagle and make sure they are ok. Have the Chabert and the Draco to stand out and watch our flank. Tell all
other ships to standy ready we don't know when another attack could come.
Sending now sir.
The FAdm got up and walked into CIC and sent a Coded message to the VFAdm,
*** Transmission Coded: Z01T012 Red
Begin Transmission,
To: VFAdm A*
Task Force Commander of Betazed
From: FAdm Cliff Commander and Chief USC Forces
Battle at Aless Prime go's well, Have taken the system. Beaming down troops to hold system. Out Rim show's no new enemy Fleet approuching. Hope things going well on your end, if you need futher asst. please adivise, can send you more ships. Reports of problems in the Bata 7 system not much futher information AWAITING Intell Report.
FAdm Cliff Commander and Chief USC Forces
Tansmitting now sir!!!! Replied the Cmdr of CIC. The FAdm Walked out and looked around the bridge, what is our status, Shields at full power sir and weapons are ready at your Command, Very well stand down weapons and keep the shields up. All system and normal no damage to report sir. Very good the FAdm said if you need me I will be in my ready room.
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*** FAdm on the Bridge of the Akagi ****
As the FAdm looked over the data that was pouring in from the Fleet, it would seem we are going to win this one. Helem take us in futher, take the heat of some of the other ships. As the Akagi pulled in futher into the battle and ships exploding all over the area mostly Jem'Hadar and Cardassian he noticed a few Cardassian War ships standing off, what are they whating for, they have got see there ships being destroyed. The Futher the Akagi got into the battle the more the 3 Cardassian pulled back, scan those ships and see what class they are! Report comming in sir, they are Galor Class type 3. Keep a eye on them.
As the Akagi keep firing and seeing the ships being destroyed the FAdm wondered how the rest of the Alliance ships were doing. Any reports on the Klingons or Romulans, Sir, Klingons are quite, sir fighting off to
them self, Romulans are pushing right with us sir, the Klingons have taken some heavy damage but they seem to be ok Romulan forces are holding there own. We are holding in the best so fair sir, Very well keep it
going, tell the Hood and the Nebula to pull up with us and move toward the planet, have the Klingon ground troops ready to beam down with the Starfleet ones, Romulans are requesting to send there troops down as well
sir, why not said the FAdm tell them to go right ahead.
As the Fleet seemed to be off wiping up the small amount of ships that was left, it would seem we have this area. Open a Channel to the Fleet:::: Now here this, this is the Flag ship, Begin transport to the surface we have this system and now lets keep it, ships spread out to hold the sector. Squadron 23 pull back and watch those Cardassian Galors in the out rim of the system. As the Akagi got close enough to the planet, assume orbit Lt, Yes sir with pleasure.
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*** USS Mariner Adm Kbee and Commodor Taylor USS Falcon ****
The mariner was at the back of the final wave, herding the strugglers. Adm Kbee could see from her seat the badly damaged ships and the satellites but could not get close enough yet to be of any help, with out breaking
the rules again and she was determined to behave herself this time. She maneuvered round the ships to get a better view, and began to think. "Senior officers to the bridge, and get me the Falcon". Commodore Taylor
appeared on the screen. "Jason, take command of these other ships, make sure they get to the battle when they should and offer their full support. I am taking the USS Mariner in now, at high warp." before he could argue with his CO, Adm Kbee terminated the link and began preparing her crew to move into the foray of the battle.
Meanwhile on the USS Falcon, Commodore Taylor was sat in his chair taking a breather while deciding the best way to do his job while Kbee was busy.
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****Lieutenant James Wilson Chief Engineer USS Hawkeye, ****
As thunderous as the voice of Paradis, the Jem'Hadar managed to punch holes in the shields. Weakened shields, Wilson thought, would not last long. But then he knew that. "Wilson to Nazgul: Admiral, I tried. This bucket of bolts still has one punch left in her. If I can just--"The Runabout rocked as it skipped off the Betazoid atmosphere. Wilson tried to maintain inertial dampers, but the boat was too rocky at this point. Shields failed. Slowly a Jem'Hadar approached. Wilson managed to get to his feet and launch a quantum at the ship. As she dropped shields to beam the landing party over, the torpedo smashed into the ship. It was smashed to smitherenes. But two boarders made it through--and Wilson was without a fellow fighter. Grabbing his knife, Wilson lunged at the first. He quickly took the boarder to the deck, slicing his neck and gashing his face. Disarmed now, Wilson grabbed the fallen lizard's weapon. A hard crash came on his head as the other boarder hit him with a fallen bulkhead piece. Wilson flipped over and fired the weapon. Instantly the other Jem'Hadar fell, gripping his arm. Wilson signaled Nazgul again. "Nazgul: Emergency beamout...emergency beamout..." Wilson shimmered
away, leaving the other Jem'Hadar to sit in an exploding Runabout.
Lieutenant James Wilson Chief Engineer USS Hawkeye,
Starfleet Registry NCC-67514
United Starfleet Command
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