[Bridge - Deck One - USS Chimera NCC 96899-C]
"Captain, sensors are picking up a pair scouts that have tailed us,"
Carpenter piped up from the science station.
Cropa Rojac was not particularly thrilled to hear the science
officer's report. Dior was busy compensating for he damage to the port
impulse engine and the abrupt, high-speed entry into a stellar
nursery's nebula. Suffice to say, the inertial dampeners were a little
overwhelmed and the pitching a rolling was much more noticeable. He
spared a glance at her as she busied herself at her console, but said
nothing in reply.
The young captain gripped his armrests and issued his orders. "Vaughn,
boost power to the starboard impulse engines. Dior, fire them at
maximum for five seconds to spin us around. At that time, Levison, do
you think you can give our friends a nasty surprise?"
"Aye sir, I think we can do that," Mike said with a sly half-smile,
"If Engineering can spare a couple of anti-matter canisters to drop
five seconds ago, I think we can send them back from whence they came.
A few extra torpedoes in the mix and we should be good."
"Good." Rojac smirked and turned back around. "Execute the maneuver
when they are five seconds out. That should minimize their chance to
react."
"Aye sir." Dior replied. "Science can you give the go?"
"Firing!" Dior reported as she brought the engines to full power. The
ship rumbled, shuddered and spun to port to face down the incoming
scouts. She fired the port RCS thrusters at full to stop their
momentum. She whispered a greeting as he smirked up at the viewscreen,
"well, hello there."
"Hang on to your socks, people," Levison said to no-one in particular
before hammering the firing controls on his console yet again. Rather
than wasting Quantum Torpedoes, Mike launched a spread of Photons
instead this time, the fiery red orbs flitting towards their
energy. Three torpedoes each were directed at the two scouts whilst
the final one passed them to strike the anti-matter canister behind
them. The resultant explosion sent a vast shockwave into the aft
sections of the two scoutships, blasting them off their pursuit course
of the Chimera. "They won't be bothering us for a while sir, they're
retreating, for now."
Rojac slammed a fist into the armrest. He wished he could issue a
pursuit order, but with port impulse down their pursuit would be
fruitless. The scouts would fly rings around them. They needed impulse
online ASAP, and he was sure Lieutenant Kroitzer was busy trying to
make that happen.
Lieutenant Carpenter looked up suddenly from her sensor readouts. "Lancer squadron is in range."the final one passed them to strike the anti-matter canister behind
them. The resultant explosion sent a vast shockwave into the aft
sections of the two scoutships, blasting them off their pursuit course
of the Chimera. "They won't be bothering us for a while sir, they're
retreating, for now."
Rojac slammed a fist into the armrest. He wished he could issue a
pursuit order, but with port impulse down their pursuit would be
fruitless. The scouts would fly rings around them. They needed impulse
online ASAP, and he was sure Lieutenant Kroitzer was busy trying to
make that happen.
"Lancer One to Chimera. Reinforcements have arrived we're standing by
with 4 ASM's at our disposal...problem is our sensors don't pack
enough punch through this soup. Care to give us something to shoot
at?" Anya asked flying her squadron in near blindly on the path
Chimera had taken.
"Major Xerxes, I'm opening a datalink with your squadron giving you
real time information from our sensors. When they show on our
sensors, show them the way to the afterlife." Major Walters said as
he tapped in the authorizations into the panel on his armrest.
"Rodger that Chimera though I don't know if the Romulan Pantheon of Gods has a version of hell, we'll make 'em nice and krispy soon enough...getting a read on the first one now. LANCER ONE, FOX TWO!"
The last bit was shouted as she detached the missile and got the hell
out of it's way within the three seconds before it went to warp.
There was a flash as the missile went to warp and was followed by a
massive explosion where it impacted on the Romulan Scout. The
explosion didn't completely destroy the ship but it drifted lifelessly
the only animation coming from the burning areas on the hull.
Rojac watched the glorious image on the viewscreen. It was to bad that the weapons creator was neck deep in work in the port impulse drive - he would have enjoyed the view.There was a flash as the missile went to warp and was followed by a
massive explosion where it impacted on the Romulan Scout. The
explosion didn't completely destroy the ship but it drifted lifelessly
the only animation coming from the burning areas on the hull.
"Mr. Levison," the captain said, "weapons free on target two."
The Chief Tactical Officer unleashed one more volley of phaser turret fire on the escaping warbird, heavily burdening their dorsal shields. Two of Xerxes' fighter swooped in for support and finished the craft off with volleys from their microtorpedo launchers. The vivd display illuminated the Bridge in a pristine orange glow.
Rojac stood from his chair and pulled down on the edges of his jacket, watching the drifting debris float across the viewscreen. "Major," he said to his XO, You have the conn. Get the squadrons back aboard and assemble the senior staff for an emergency meeting in the conference room."
The major nodded and Rojac turned to the communications officer, LtCommander Kresh Montesque. "Open a line to the Eagle in my Ready Room, Commander."
"Aye sir." Rojac heard before he disappeared behind the doors.
[End Log]
Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
Major Scott Walters
Executive Officer
Major Anya Xerxes
Squadron Commander
Commander Mike Levison
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
Commanding Officer
Major Scott Walters
Executive Officer
Major Anya Xerxes
Squadron Commander
Commander Mike Levison
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
