[Bridge - Deck 1 - USS Chimera-B]
A large shudder appeared to rock the gargantuan ship to its foundation, but Rojac knew it was only an illusion. The Chimera was floating in a vacuum of space (though currently a very violent one) and as such their was no "foundation" to shake. It was just an illusion caused by the artificial gravity generators coupled with the ship's overloaded intertial dampening systems. The last disruptor blast shook the ship violently and had the hull creaking like Rojac had only heard once before, at the destruction of the Chimera-A at the Lost Planet. The loss of shields amplified the damage dealt by the pursuant warbirds, the energy being scattered only slightly in comparison by the hull plating. Rojac hoped the sounds of hull stress were not a premonition of imminent disaster.
Conduits sparked and darkened at the loss of power. They flickered quickly back to life as Lt Dexter deftly rerouted the reserves. An auxiliary panel toward the aft programmed for Engineering was beyond repair. The last explosion had expelled it from is frame and left it dangling precariously from a mass of wires at its back.
Commander Cropa Rojac grit his teeth and barked out against the acrid smell of his smoldering bridge. "Dacour execute evasive maneuver Tango-Green-Four. Get these four off our tail!"
Rojac heard an uncharacteristic whine from the impulse engines. The pattern through the deck plating seemed to shudder at an awkward rhythm. Perhaps the sensation was only a mental apparition as the impulse engines were many decks away, but Rojac tended to trust his gut instincts in battle situations such as this one.
"What's going on!?" He asked. He could have meant anything really. He was frustrated that shields were still down; Dexter was having trouble getting enough power bolstered to reboot them after the inversion beam. He was frustrated at the sudden less than stellar performance of the impulse drive as they jerkily executed his ordered maneuver. Instead his question was answered by another source, his tactical officer.
"Incoming Romulan fighters. Bearing one-eight-one mark seven. Weapons armed." She replied, almost non-chalantly. Rojac was impressed by her calm demeanor during the battle. From his years of service he knew that was a strong characteristic of a good tactical officer.
"Weapons free, Lieutenant." Rojac ordered. "Coordinate with helm, keep them off our aft."
More shudders shook the ship. "They've fired." The trill replied.
Natalia spoke up from Rojac's left. "Hull breaches in decks 5, 18, and 19. Gustav reports that the damage teams are being spread thin."
"Recruit personell from the operations, science, and tactical departments. They got some minimal training at the academy." Rojac replied. "Organize a few more teams and get them working on shields, structural integrity, and impulse. Dexter's too busy rebooting the matrix."
Natalia nodded and quickly set about her task just as the ship quickly shook again.
"Impulse is way down, Captain." Pazla shouted above the cacophony. "46% and dropping rapidly."
[Warning. Intruder Alert.] The computer bellowed from the overhead speakers on the ship-wide calm. Anger flushed Rojac's face. "Report! He ordered."
"Transports detected in Main Engineering, impulse drive, and deck 3." A security bridge officer responded.
"Give me numbers, Ensign." Rojac ordered from the young ferengi, rather impatiently.
"Unknown, sir. They must be outfitted with jamming devices."
Rojac quickly pressed him combadge. "Rojac to Joeleco. Get them the hell off my ship, Captain."
+Already on it, sir.+ Came the hermat's reply.
"Lockdown all effected decks immediately." Rojac ordered. "Quarantine them." The ship shook and he through a worried glance to tactical. Xerxes gave him a brief withered stare through the dislodged bits of hair as if to say she was doing the best she could. Rojac only nodded.
"I'm detecting an incoming fleet!" The science officer reported. "Sensors are fuzzy, but I think it may be the Erassians."
Rojac felt an instance of gratitude but was reminded by another flicker of the power systems that it may already be too late. He prayed that he was wrong. Antoher explosion rocked the deck sending many officers to their feet. This one felt only a few decks below.
"Sir," the ferengi called. "They've broken through to deck 2. I believe their trying to make it here."
Rojac opened the weapons locker in his armrest and pulled the hand phaser from it's holder. "Let them try." He replied.
[End Log]
Commander Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
USS Chimera-B
<<OOC: Bridge officers, please feel free to add your bits. +rojac>>
