Rojac checked his chronometer for his seat. The time had come. He
leaned over toward his executive officer and addressed her loud enough
for the rest of the bridge to hear. "Commander Trzetrzelewska, what is
our status?"
"We are at our point of destination," Natalia replied from her seat.
"All systems are functioning within expected parameters; medical and
security teams are standing by."
"Very well then." Rojac stated. "What are we waiting for? Lieutenant
Howard, take us to Red Alert. Lieutenant Reese, all hands to battle
stations. Away team to designated transporter rooms and damage control
teams on stand-by."
"Aye Sir," Michael said as he punched a few buttons on his tactical
console. The klaxons sounded and the lighting took on the distinctive
red tint that meant danger was imminent.
Reese made the call for all hands to battle stations and checked with
the security teams to make sure they were ready, "Captain everyone is
ready." Jade said typing a few buttons to increase sensor range output
so they wouldn't be surprised by anything.
"Lieutenant Howard, what is the status of our cloak?" Rojac asked.
Michael pulled up the status and gave it a quick look over. "The cloak
is fully operational captain," he said.
"Lieutenant Reese, what is the status of the integrated transporter
program?" Natalia asked the Chief Ops.
"The program is up and running." Jade said waiting for the signal to
activate it and have the transporter room chief transport the security
teams.
"Helm." Rojac called to the blond female bajoran at the controls.
"Set course for wave one."
"Course already set, Captain." She replied over her shoulder. "Waiting
for your command."
Rojac looked over to Natalia for a confirming nod before he turned
The Lieutenant slid her slender hands along the impulse controls,
Rojac's armrest display calculated ETAs and different ranges for the
preprogrammed and preplanned aspects of wave one.
"Approaching transporter range." The Lieutenant at helm reported.
Tension was thick on the bridge, as if everyone was holding their
breath. "Within range."
Rojac saw Natalia getting ready to issue the order for the
transportation of the away team, but he held out a hand to halt her
progress. "No. Wait a moment." He said quietly, keeping her eyes glued
transporter signal. I want to keep the element of surprise."
"Let's hope they don't know we're here already," Natalia replied somberly.
"Fifteen seconds to Outpost 0071." The Lieutenant reported. "Now or never, sir."
Rojac gave a nod to Natalia.
"Energize," Natalia ordered and waited with baited breath to hear whether or not they'd been transported successfully.
Jade had the transporter Chief re-route transporter control of the
three transporter rooms to her station so she could load the program
and make sure everything worked. It took her to get all three
transporters synced up before she ran one last quick diagnostic.
Seconds later she had confirmation that all three teams made it over
safely.
"All teams made it Captain." Jade said after double checking everything.
moments. But this was only part one. It did not matter however, the
brief repose was quickly ended with a sudden announcement from
tactical.
"Sir, we've got two warbirds decloaking starboard!"
"Phase two." Rojac said calmly from his chair.
"Helm, evasive maneuver Epsilon Bravo," Natalia said order and in the
same action tapped her commbadge. "Trzetrzelewska to Xerxes; you are
cleared for take off." Standing up from her seat she moved to Auxiliary
Tactical control station. "Mr Howard, prepare all weapons. Disabling
cloaking device in 3... 2... 1."
"Target the port vessel." Rojac ordered, taking to his feet. "Fire at will."
[To be continued...]
Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
Commander Natalia Trzetrzelewska
Executive Officer
First Lieutenant Jade Reese
Chief Operations Officer
Lieutenant Junior Grade Michael Howard
Tactical Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
