hellsgate
Commodore
The ship groaned and screamed as two more Romulan vessels turned to pound the Legacy-Class Exeter NCC 1706-E. The bridge was bathed in the glow of damaged consoles, the standard status lighting had long since been dispatched. ODN/EPS conduits and their couplings embered and sparked from repeated assaults.
Kirk took-over at Tactical. Beta Shift Tactical Officer, 33 year old Ensign Jason Hauck, had been incapacitated as a result of a piece of the Master Situation Display embedding itself in his back from the initial volley. He was going to live but he'd be honorably discharged from Starfleet from the extent of the damage. Dr. Pulaski had done everything she could for him. She patched him up as best she could with their remaining technology in the secondary infirmary, that hadn't been sucked into open space.
The Romulans had the Exeter's crew down to impulse speed and rations. Admiral Tomolok had them in the D'Deredex-Class cruiser's sights but continued to toy with them. Kick them in the ass and watch them run, despite the fact the IRV Soul-Hunter & IRV Javelin were hardly exerting their engines or respective armouries. Five days of this. They wouldn't have even known it was them, had his XO Riker not taken the Captain's Yacht out to see who was running roughshod all over his ship. Just a few minutes out of the dedicated launch bay, its sensors caught an opportunistic glance at a Warbird but it retreated into a gas cloud.
Riker hailled the warbird and surprised the ship's commander. A predatory smile crept over the alien's face.
"Riker? I thought you were still with the Enterprise."
Riker kept his composure as he'd never met this alien, but apparently his Titan-based doppelganger had. The Exeter crept up behind the warbird and decloaked, sending the warbird into a slight pivot with a shot from the Exeter's upgraded dreadnought-style phaser cannon as the warbird dropped its shields. Tomolok had ordered an attempt to draw the Arrow-Class shuttle into its cargobay and beam Tom aboard. The warbird sat temporarily adrift as the Exeter knocked the wind out of Tomolok's vessel, canceling its transporter grip on Tom, whom jumped to the runabout's controls.
Kirk took-over at Tactical. Beta Shift Tactical Officer, 33 year old Ensign Jason Hauck, had been incapacitated as a result of a piece of the Master Situation Display embedding itself in his back from the initial volley. He was going to live but he'd be honorably discharged from Starfleet from the extent of the damage. Dr. Pulaski had done everything she could for him. She patched him up as best she could with their remaining technology in the secondary infirmary, that hadn't been sucked into open space.
The Romulans had the Exeter's crew down to impulse speed and rations. Admiral Tomolok had them in the D'Deredex-Class cruiser's sights but continued to toy with them. Kick them in the ass and watch them run, despite the fact the IRV Soul-Hunter & IRV Javelin were hardly exerting their engines or respective armouries. Five days of this. They wouldn't have even known it was them, had his XO Riker not taken the Captain's Yacht out to see who was running roughshod all over his ship. Just a few minutes out of the dedicated launch bay, its sensors caught an opportunistic glance at a Warbird but it retreated into a gas cloud.
Riker hailled the warbird and surprised the ship's commander. A predatory smile crept over the alien's face.
"Riker? I thought you were still with the Enterprise."
Riker kept his composure as he'd never met this alien, but apparently his Titan-based doppelganger had. The Exeter crept up behind the warbird and decloaked, sending the warbird into a slight pivot with a shot from the Exeter's upgraded dreadnought-style phaser cannon as the warbird dropped its shields. Tomolok had ordered an attempt to draw the Arrow-Class shuttle into its cargobay and beam Tom aboard. The warbird sat temporarily adrift as the Exeter knocked the wind out of Tomolok's vessel, canceling its transporter grip on Tom, whom jumped to the runabout's controls.