=Main Bridge=
=U.S.S. Lancelot=
Trent took a seat in the captain's chair and watched the four incoming Romulan
fighters. Normally, four fighters wouldn't be a match for a Katana-B class starship.
But, without weapons, shields and only thrusters for maneuverability … well, that
sort of changed things.
"How long?" Trent asked.
"Two minutes and 47 seconds," Toonces said from the tac station.
"They don't seem to be in a hurry," Lalya Jalann said from the XO's chair.
"Probably checking to see how bad of shape we're in," Trent muttered, tapping his
fingers on the arm rests of his chair. "In our shape, they will try to finish us off."
"Perhaps we should abandon ship," Shuite said, looking back at Trent from the helm.
"Our escape pods would just be picked off one-by-one," Trent said. "How many
shuttles do we have?"
"We had four type-7 shuttles and one type-9 loaded, sir, but two of the type-7
shuttles were severely damaged," the ops officer spoke up.
Trent quickly stood, straightening his uniform.
"Mr. Shuite, can you fly a shuttle as well as you fly a starship?" Trent asked.
"Even better, sir," Shuite responded with a grin.
"Then you're with me. Commander Lalya, have another pilot and three tactical or
security crewmen meet me in shuttle bay one ASAP," Trent said, headed for the
turbo lift which was still operational.
"Three shuttles against four fighters? You can't be serious," The XO said.
"What other choice do we have?" Trent responded as the lift doors opened.
"Sir, before you go. You wanted me to keep an eye on the Chimera," Toonces said.
Trent looked back as Shuite entered the lift.
"There was a huge explosion. The Chimera is being evacuated," Toonces continued.
Trent stared solemnly at the chief tactical officer for a moment then nodded before
turning and entering the lift.
Commander Trent Rodgers (npc by Rick)
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Lancelot
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