[Bridge - Deck 1 - USS Chimera NCC 96899-C]
"Helm, bearing zero-nine-four, mark one-two-seven." Rojac ordered. "Let's take down these battleships." Rojac said. He hoped that the security teams on the outpost were fairing as well as the Chimera.
The red track lighting around the ceiling continued to cast its eerie glow on the busied crew below as they targetting the Chimera's state-of-the-art systems on her new foes.
"Aye sir." Came the reply from the bajoran-betazoid helm officer, Lieutenant Rayna Dior - who's skills Rojac was finally becoming comfortable with. "Course set and engaging. One minute to weapons range."
"Lt Howard, open a channel to Lancer One, quarter screen." Rojac ordered.
Michael hit the buttons and put the channel in the bottom right corner of the screen, "Aye sir, channel open."
A box showing the portrait of Marine Captain Anya Xerxes in full flight gear appeared in the lower right-hand corner of the Chimera's view screen. "Captain, give me a status report."
"Within Lancer Squadron itself, Verteron Missile reserves are down to 48, that may sound like a lot but remember they pack far less of a punch than the bigger Torpedoes. Gattling rounds are healthy at about two-thirds reserve and Quantum Missiles are expended. Ghost Flight remains fully loaded with Verteron Torpedoes. Damage wise, well within tolerance levels. Much more of this though and we'll be Winchester real soon." Anya said as she pulled the info from the readout screen in her cockpit.
"Give me some options for engagement." Rojac said. "We have thirty seconds until weapons range, so make it quick."
"Knock down a hole in Warbird Three's shields large enough to get a fighter through at speed. I'll take in my Lancers and we'll keep 'em off your backs. After the first attack change target to Warbird Four, focus on knocking out their engines and Ghost Flight can finish them off. Then come back and help us finish off Warbird Three. That's about the big and small of it." Anya said quickly wishing to hell R&D had given her time to work on updated weaponry for the Lancers too.
"It might be worth it to try and take out their power core," Natalia noted. "Romulan singularity drives are not the most stable.'
"Ten seconds, Captain!" Lt Rayna shouted over her shoulder. The anxiety was prevalent in her voice.
Jade was still working on making sure their were no holes in the shield after that was done she moved onto checking weapons targeting it would only take her a little over ten seconds, but by that time they would be needing to fire on the enemy.
"Alright." Rojac said, nodding. "We'll take down their dorsal shields with a barrage from our ventral arrays. Cover our ventral section and pounce from their once the door is opened. Then we'll move onto the next target. Xerxes, try and take out that drive."
"Once more into the breach dear freinds?" Anya asked rhetorically.
The Captain turned to Tactical and the new Lieutenant stationed there. "Howard, make sure our aim is true on this one. We need this shot to put considerable strain on their shields on the first shot. High concentration on the targeting. Narrow-beam." He turned to Reese at Operations, "Reese, he'll need more power to the phaser arrays. Give it to him. Borrow from dorsal shields if you have to. Let's just hope the Lancers will keep their fighters of our backs."
The ship shuddered from light weapons fire, and light craft zoomed past the viewscreen.
"Weapons range, Captain!" Lt Rayna shouted.
"Captain, we have six Romulan fighters firing. Three above and three below," Michael warned.
"Lancer Squadron form up line formation and prepare to skin dance." Anya ordered her squadron.
The Chimera swooped down on the new Romulan Tahl'Rax class warbird, <<OOC link:http://startrekmeshes.com/startrek/romulan/tahlrax/800x600/tahlrax001.jpg>> her targetting sensors locked on the bird's dorsal shields. In response to the Chimera's charge, the vessel veered slightly downward and trained it's dorsal disruptors onto the approaching Federation vessel. The green blasts struck the Chimera's fore shields, which dispersed them with minimal damage.
"Shields down 2% and holding," Natalia read out the damage report.
Michael kept his hand trained above the trigger for the front phaser banks and waited, "Captain, when should I fire?"
"At 500 meters, Lieutenant." Rojac called over his shoulder. "We're only getting on shot at this. If we miss one of our fighters dies."
"Aye Sir." Michael said.
Anya readied her trigger finger on the control stick. If things went pear shaped she was going out firing.
"Three, two, ONE!" Lieutenant Dior called from the helm, moments before veering off the collision course and pulling up to give Howard's ventral phasers a prime shot. Michael's hand came down on the console and he watched as the red line stretched from the Chimera to the warbird, scoring a hit.
"Afterburners now!" Anya shouted and deployed hers accelerating rapidly towards the supposed hole in the Romulan shields. She pulled the trigger and her dual pulse phaser cannons fired splashing against the Romulan hull. "Lancers, party venue is open be sure to bring some beer. Fun targets are weapons arrays, maneouvring thrusters and impulse engines, split to allocated targets. Party time, everybody dance!" Upon her last sentence Anya fed through a little of the pounding music that filled her cockpit to the squadron. First up was Song 2 by Blur. "Alright people we got two minutes get to work!"
"Captain, warbird 4 is directly behind us and closing in," Michael said.
Reese worked her magic as she worked on finding some power to bolster the shields deciding to take some power from the holosuites and replicators. It wasn't a lot, but it would give enough to bolster the shields. And right now those systems weren't being used, knowing that everyone was at battle stations.
"Captain!" Ra-Zerphimi called from the science station. "I'm picking up a Federation transponder! Its the D'Artagan!"
"Where?" Rojac called over. But it was soon answered by the shimmering image on the view screen.
"Decloak and engage target Beta!", screamed Moïra Henry, from her command chair. Her pulse was racing and she felt the exaltation of the adrenaline. The USS D'Artagnan appeared in empty space and engaged itself in a serious dog fight, where torpedos and blasters are firing in, making the dark sky suddently iluminated by an unhappy firework. The bird was suprised by that move, and engaged in evasive manoeuvers, while the D'Artagnan had to reposition itself.
