[ USS Quasar - Bridge ]
Captain Bren Ohmsford was working on the bridge of the USS Quasar for a change after weeks of nearly isolating himself in one of the ship's science labs while he conducted his work and studies of the station. Bren had come to the bridge and was using the auxiliary science station there to coordinate sensor logs with the Magellan and the station as well as a number of the Klingon ships at the station. Captain Nichols was seated in the command chair, and Bren thought to himself that he'd seen her seldom elsewhere since they arrived at the Quorum station.
Out of the corner of his eye, Bren was keeping a watch on the teams exploring the lower sections of the station. They were doing the final detailed sweep, searching for anything out of the ordinary. The station's internal sensors were very ineffective and it was possible the Romulan technology on the station could be interfering with the sensors of the starship docked at the station, so the best course of action was to send teams to explore.
"Captain, we're receiving a transmission from the station," the tactical officer said. "It's a request from Brigadier Stirling that all ships detach from the station and assume yellow alert status."
"Thank you," Nichols responded. "Helm, maintain current position."
The Quasar wasn't attached to the station and had been constantly at yellow alert anyways, so it made no difference to her current status, but Bren found himself wondering why Stirling was issuing the order. Curious, he got up and moved closer to the command chair. "Anything we should be worried about, Captain?" he asked Nichols.
"Standard procedure, I'm sure," Nichols replied. "The order has been given twice before if tachyon grids detect possible cloaked signatures in the local sector."
Bren nodded. "I see." You would've known that if you hadn't been holed up in that science lab all the time, he thought to himself. He returned to his seat and looked at the readouts on the science station when suddenly his eye caught a massive energy spike coming from the lower decks of the station, where the ship had been tracking one of the exploring engineering teams.
"What in the..." he heard Nichols say and quickly looked towards viewer, shocked at what he saw. A large explosion had ripped through several of the lower decks of the station, tilting the station by ten degrees and sending one of the pylons crashing into the starboard wing of a Klingon ship that was in the process of disembarking.
"Report!" Nicholas shouted.
"Reading an unidentified energy explosion from the lower section of the station," Bren read out as the data appeared on his screen.
"Captain, I'm reading three Romulan warbirds decloaking; distance, three millions kilometers," Tactical reported.
"Red alert; ready all phasers," Nichols ordered. "Standby to engage on my order."
"Captain," Bren spoke up quickly. "We need to get those people off the station. With that kind of damage, the station will tear apart and vent all its atmosphere in a matter of hours, nevermind what a firefight would do to it." As he spoke, he knew that was probably the Romulans' plan, to wait until Sharpe and his group had left, cripple the station and then trust the Federation's conscience to make themselves vulnerable for attack.
Nichols nodded quickly. "Standby to drop shields and begin transporting personnel. Ops, coordinate with the other ships. I want everyone off that station."
[ End Log ]
Captain Bren Ohmsford
Science Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF
