Rojac was able to muster up enough of the emergency power for a
site-to-site transport for himself and his companions to the closest
transporter room to his destination. Luck had it be a cargo
transporter, but it worked just the same. The journey required them to
travel down one deck, stepping over debris and bodies all the way.
On the way, the commander pointed a few panicked crew members toward
the nearest row of escape pods. They nodded in gratitude, by Rojac's
heart pained to see the fear that still remained in their eyes. They
were his crew, and he had let them down. He checked his watch, there
were three minutes remaining. He hoped it was enough for everyone to
get off.
With a phaser rifle held in her right arm, Pazla followed Rojac
through the corridors, keeping an eye out all the time for any
Rei'Krannsu soldiers that might be stalking the ship. The amount of
crew that seemed to be sitting around helpless disturbed her. Though
Starfleet officers were trained against it, it still often happened
that crew members froze during these kinds of situations, not knowing
what to do and almost seemingly just waiting to die.
There was a group of several officers huddling near the docking ramp.
Most of them wore the orange collars of operations and engineering as
the closest major facilities were the power transfer conduit control
center and the deuterium storage bays. Rojac walked through the
huddled crowed and typed his code into the display.
"Hurry." Rojac told them as the door opened. "Get on quickly." He
touched the shoulder of an engineering specialist as he hurriedly
started rushing up the plank. "Specialist, I need you to fire up the
transporter immediately. Have someone work the targeting system and
another match the frequency to the equipped cloaking system."
The specialist looked confused, but nodded in acknowledgment
none-the-less before heading up the ramp and shouting orders to his
comrades.
Rojac turned back to Pazla, "Pazla, fire up the engines and start the
depart procedures quickly."
"Aye, sir," she replied, hurrying across the ramp into the yacht. She
headed into the cockpit of the vessel and tossed down her rifle as she
jumped into the helm chair and quickly initiated the pre-launch
checks. She almost couldn't believe the Chimera's time was coming to
an end.
Rojac checked his chronometer. One minute and thirty seconds remained
until the Chimera warped away for the last hurrah. He looked back at
the engineers as they frenzied about their tasks. Rojac took the seat
to Pazla's right and pulled up a tactical and operations interface in
order to monitor the status of the Chimera. All the escape pods were
ejected, but there were still some crew aboard. "Done yet?" He asked,
turning to Pazla.
"Engines primed and ready, sir," she reported to Rojac. "Cloak is
standing by. Ready to launch on your order."
"Take us out and take us on a broad sweep across the port bow." Rojac
ordered before turning his seat to face the engineers at the rear.
"Specialist! Target as many personnel as you can and transport them to
the cargo bay."
The engineer gave a nervous nod, but quickly set about his task. He
worked the targeting scanners and ordered a comrade to work the beam.
Pazla deftly maneuvered the vessels thrusters out of the docking bay and
the engineers as they frenzied about their tasks. Rojac took the seat
to Pazla's right and pulled up a tactical and operations interface in
order to monitor the status of the Chimera. All the escape pods were
ejected, but there were still some crew aboard. "Done yet?" He asked,
turning to Pazla.
"Engines primed and ready, sir," she reported to Rojac. "Cloak is
standing by. Ready to launch on your order."
"Take us out and take us on a broad sweep across the port bow." Rojac
ordered before turning his seat to face the engineers at the rear.
"Specialist! Target as many personnel as you can and transport them to
the cargo bay."
The engineer gave a nervous nod, but quickly set about his task. He
worked the targeting scanners and ordered a comrade to work the beam.
Pazla deftly maneuvered the vessels thrusters out of the docking bay and
seamlessly transitioned into quarter impulse speed to take a wide arc around
the port bow of the ship. She plotted a course that would give the engineer as
much space as she could give him to work the transporter targeting sensors.
"Energizing!" The specialist yelled. "I can get four at a time. Four
are in the cargo bay, now."
"You!" Rojac said, pointing to a shaken crewman in a blue accented
tunic. "Get down there and make sure they're okay. Usher them off the
transporter padd when they arrive to make room for the next."
"Aye, sir."
Gustav had beamed the last lot of engineers from transporter room 11
to the escape pods on deck 47, he was taping the last command into the
console for his own transport when the console blew sending white hot
sparks everywhere, trying to decide what to do next he realized that
there wasn't anything he could do.
Gustav cursed himself for the lack of options before him just as a
show of blue covered him, and deposited him in unknown surrounding
with Starfleet uniforms around him.
As he looked around and confused as to what had just happened a
crewman in a blue accented tunic approached him and told him he was on
the captains yacht and to move to allow more people to get onboard.
Right after the call for evacuation Jade stood up and dropped
everything she was doing and walked over to the weapons locker where
the First Force operators where handing out weapons to protect
themselves while they make it to escape pods or any other vessel they
may find. Just as Jade was handed a weapon a blue sparkling light
appeared all around her and she just had enough time to think
transporter before she de-materialized.
"Bogies in-bound, boss." Pazla called out. "Four romulan fighters in-bound."
"Energizing!" The specialist yelled. "I can get four at a time. Four
are in the cargo bay, now."
"You!" Rojac said, pointing to a shaken crewman in a blue accented
tunic. "Get down there and make sure they're okay. Usher them off the
transporter padd when they arrive to make room for the next."
"Aye, sir."
Gustav had beamed the last lot of engineers from transporter room 11
to the escape pods on deck 47, he was taping the last command into the
console for his own transport when the console blew sending white hot
sparks everywhere, trying to decide what to do next he realized that
there wasn't anything he could do.
Gustav cursed himself for the lack of options before him just as a
show of blue covered him, and deposited him in unknown surrounding
with Starfleet uniforms around him.
As he looked around and confused as to what had just happened a
crewman in a blue accented tunic approached him and told him he was on
the captains yacht and to move to allow more people to get onboard.
Right after the call for evacuation Jade stood up and dropped
everything she was doing and walked over to the weapons locker where
the First Force operators where handing out weapons to protect
themselves while they make it to escape pods or any other vessel they
may find. Just as Jade was handed a weapon a blue sparkling light
appeared all around her and she just had enough time to think
transporter before she de-materialized.
"Bogies in-bound, boss." Pazla called out. "Four romulan fighters in-bound."
She pulled up a tactical display and checked it's readings. "Cloak is still
operational. They must be picking up the transporter signals."
Rojac grunted and slid his chair closer to the console he worked at.
He quickly checked his chronometer; 25 seconds. "Keep going, Pazla."
He ordered. "They're just confused. The cloak should get us for a few
more seconds, then they'll have something else to worry about."
Pazla nodded and continued circling the fatally wounded Chimera.
After stepping off of the transporter PADD and headed out of the door
with the rifle drawn trying to figure out what just happened she knew
she was still aboard a Federation vessel from the design she then
started making her way up to the command deck, A few minuets later she
made it to the turbolift stepping in the turbolift started to move to
the command deck it only took seconds when the doors open again and
she was on the command deck.
"What is going on?" Jade asked to the man that looked like he was in charged.
Gustav figured that he was a much use as a vibrosaw with no teeth just
sitting around the cargo bay so he decided he would go up to the
command deck and see what he could do there.
Rojac's console blinked red with a warning. The fighters had used a
tachyon scan. They're cover had been discovered. "Specialist!" Rojac
yelled back to the engineer. "Good work, but now we have to break
away. Pazla, bearing zero-four-five, mark one-five-zero. Full speed."
Simultaneously, the CO brought down the cloak and brought the shields
on-line to full power. He turned over his shoulders to the two new
officers aboard. "Don't just stand there, take stations!"
Rojac grunted and slid his chair closer to the console he worked at.
He quickly checked his chronometer; 25 seconds. "Keep going, Pazla."
He ordered. "They're just confused. The cloak should get us for a few
more seconds, then they'll have something else to worry about."
Pazla nodded and continued circling the fatally wounded Chimera.
After stepping off of the transporter PADD and headed out of the door
with the rifle drawn trying to figure out what just happened she knew
she was still aboard a Federation vessel from the design she then
started making her way up to the command deck, A few minuets later she
made it to the turbolift stepping in the turbolift started to move to
the command deck it only took seconds when the doors open again and
she was on the command deck.
"What is going on?" Jade asked to the man that looked like he was in charged.
Gustav figured that he was a much use as a vibrosaw with no teeth just
sitting around the cargo bay so he decided he would go up to the
command deck and see what he could do there.
Rojac's console blinked red with a warning. The fighters had used a
tachyon scan. They're cover had been discovered. "Specialist!" Rojac
yelled back to the engineer. "Good work, but now we have to break
away. Pazla, bearing zero-four-five, mark one-five-zero. Full speed."
Simultaneously, the CO brought down the cloak and brought the shields
on-line to full power. He turned over his shoulders to the two new
officers aboard. "Don't just stand there, take stations!"
[To be continued...]
Commander Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
Lieutenant JG Pazla Dacour
Chief Flight Controller
Ensign Gustav Kroitzer
Deputy Chief Engineer
USS Chimera-B
&
First Lieutenant Jade Reese
Former Chief of Operations/2XO
USS Quasar-A
