[Bridge – Deck One – USS Magellan]
"More lifesigns have been located on deck 116!" The science officer called from the starboard station.
Commander Gates McFadden, the executive officer, immediately responded. "Ops, I need a lock. Have them transported to Cargo Bay 6. Security, I need a team to receive them, stat. Bring a med kit."
"Aye, Commander." Came the in unison response from the addressed officers before they commence in their duties.
"Where are those warbirds?" Captain Mayo asked aloud from the center chair.
The tactical officer replied from the starboard console. "Bearing two-seven-zero mark three-one-nine. Distance at 508 kilometers." The V officer responded. "They are being pursued by the IKS Glokar and Sherka. One target's shields are down to 45%, but the other two are making attack runs on the klingon formation."
"We have multiple Romulan contacts dropping out of warp beyond the gravity well." The science officer reported. "They've plotted an intercept course at full impulse. Contact in one minute and fourteen seconds."
"Do we have numbers?" McFadden asked.
"Five." The science officer reported. "Database checks confirm two d'deridex, two scout class, and one" she paused "thalaron cruiser."
Mayo grimaced. The situation did not look good. Soon Padassa would be a floating clump of space debris, and the incoming Romulans would make the Klingon/Federation flotilla a nice accent piece to accompany it.
"Time to Padassa' destruction?" Mayo asked.
"Estimated at two minutes, Captain!" Ops reported.
McFadden tossed a concerned glance at Mayo's face. She knew what he was thinking, what he needed to do, but she didn't want to believe it. She didn't want to leave those people behind.
"Plot an escape course, maximum warp."
"Aye sir." Helm responded.
"Captain," McFadden protested. "Charlie company is still sweeping the slum decks. We can't get a transporter lock on them."
Mayo pointed to mission ops, "Tell them to book it to a transporter zone. We depart in thirty seconds." He looked back to McFadden, "Good of the many, Commander."
She nodded, but she didn't like it.
"Course plotted, Captain."
"The Quasar is signaling ready for departure." Tactical called from Mayo's right.
"Tell them Godspeed, Lieutenant" Mayo responded, "we will be right behind them."
"Ten seconds." McFadden reported. "Do we have a lock on Charlie co?"
"Negative, Commander." Ops responded. "They're still too deep." The bajoran paused, "Wait, I think I'm getting them..."
"The anti-matter reactor is failing!" Science called out. "It's at critical mass."
A large explosion rippled through the station, severing the lower half of the completely from the upper decks and promenade. The shockwave overrode the Magellan's inertial dampeners, and debris pelted the deflector shield arrays.
"Report!" Mayo called as the lights flickered.
"Shields down 25%." The Vulcan tactical officer replied.
"Structural damage on decks 5, 6, and 11." McFadden replied. "We have an overloaded shield emitter in section five-zero-nine. Dispatching damage control teams." She looked up from her read-outs. "Charlie team is lost."
"Helm." Mayo called, a stoic stone face looked straight at the viewscreen. "Previous course, maximum warp."
"Aye sir."
"Engage."
Padassa was lost.
[End Log]
Captain Frederick Mayo
Commanding Officer
USS Magellan NCC 3069-D
(npc by rojac)
