IKC FHew 7C6110
Forgotten Glory – USS Prospero
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Lieutenant JG Linx Moonshadow
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There is a white light and a ringing in Linx's ears. For a moment she is dazed and disoriented. As teh ringing subsides and her vision begins to clear she becomes aware that there are other sounds around her. Red Alert alarms are blaring, groans of injured, noises of damaged equipment. There is a sharp smell of smoke.
She realizes she is lying on a carpeted floor and sits up quickly, which causes her head to spin again briefly. She appears to be on a starship bridge. The plaque on the wall nearest her says USS Prospero, Miranda class.
The ship had certainly seen better days. There was smoke pouring from the Opps station and at least two dead bodies on the ground, with another groaning and bleeding heavily. There are only two other crew on their feet, both ensigns. One climbs grogily into the Helm station while the other tries to pull up tactics.
The main viewer is showing a spreading debris pattern as if a ship had recently been destroyed. There were another three vessels in an attack formation facing at her ship. Glancing around again, Linx realizes that she is ranking officer.
Linx shakes her head, and straightened her head fur before trying to stand up, which doesn't help her groggy head. "Someone, what's going on?"
"Err.." Tactical glances quickly at the displays, "Phasers register direct hit; target destroyed. Shields at 48%. The other ships are locking weapons."
Helm asked, "Orders, Lieutenant?"
Linx was lost and confused. She had a feeling that this was not where she was supposed to be, but couldn't remember where she was supposed to be. She didn't have time to think about it, she was in charge here, and she needed to save her crew.
"Evasive manuevers. Engineering, I need shields immediately! Pick a target, and fire."
"Aye, Sir!" Tactics responded.
The ship's nose dove sharply and the forward phaser arrays unleashed themselves on the lead ship. Whatever class she was, she had a formidable arsenal. The targeted ship vanished in a fireball. The other two ships scattered and tried to flank the Federation vessel, but the Helmsman kept rolling the ship to keep them on one side of the vessel.
The smaller ships returned fire, but Tactics responded, "Minimal damage. Shields holding. Two targets remaining."
Linx was lost and confused. She had never wanted to be in charge of a starship, if she had she could have stayed home, but she left home. Now here she was in a spot she had been avoiding all her life. She nodded to tactics, and then addressed the room.
"Well, does anyone have any ideas?"
"Sir?" the Helmsman asked confused by the question.
Linx was command officer, so she could access the mission files. Pulling the display up on the arm of the captain's chair she ran a quick skim over the summary:
The USS Prospero is to proceed to Larbupash IV where a suspected arms deal is to take place. Blockade the system; nothing in or out.
"Ah." She said. "Well then, take aim on the one on the right and fire."
"Aye, sir,"
There was a quick exchange of phaser fire that left the opponent cloud of dispersing metal but also cost the Prospero.
"Shields are at 23% and we have a hull breach in section 3F. Photons are off line."
"The last ship is hailing us, sir"
"Very well, on screen."
The main screen displayed a static filled image of a cockpit full of smoke and sparks. The pilot appeared to be trying to put out a burning control panel, while flying and talking.
"We surrender, already. I have lost life support and need to put down on the planet while my nav system still functions."
"I hope you don't mind if I send a team to follow you, do you?"
"I hope you don't expect me to drop my shields so they can beam aboard!"
The conversation was interrupted by the Tactics officer, "Lieutenant! I am picking up an explosion on the surface, and a general distress call."
before she could answer either of the people a small transmitter on her belt beeped and Jared's voice could be heard, "Security Station Team to FHew. If you guys are out there somewhere listening, I think a few of us are going to need extraction really soon!"
"We are also detecting a new vessel. It appears to be an Ambulance of some kind. I am reading two Humans and Klingon on board. They say they are standing buy to render assistance. What are your orders, Captain?"
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Lieutenant JG Linx Moonshadow
Post Details
| Title | USS Prospero | |
| Mission | Forgotten Glory | |
| Author(s) | HoD Ro' Matlh & Lieutenant JG Linx Moonshadow | |
| Posted | Sun Mar 23, 2014 @ 10:13am | |
| Location | USS Prospero | |
| Timeline | T 0:00 |
She realizes she is lying on a carpeted floor and sits up quickly, which causes her head to spin again briefly. She appears to be on a starship bridge. The plaque on the wall nearest her says USS Prospero, Miranda class.
The ship had certainly seen better days. There was smoke pouring from the Opps station and at least two dead bodies on the ground, with another groaning and bleeding heavily. There are only two other crew on their feet, both ensigns. One climbs grogily into the Helm station while the other tries to pull up tactics.
The main viewer is showing a spreading debris pattern as if a ship had recently been destroyed. There were another three vessels in an attack formation facing at her ship. Glancing around again, Linx realizes that she is ranking officer.
Linx shakes her head, and straightened her head fur before trying to stand up, which doesn't help her groggy head. "Someone, what's going on?"
"Err.." Tactical glances quickly at the displays, "Phasers register direct hit; target destroyed. Shields at 48%. The other ships are locking weapons."
Helm asked, "Orders, Lieutenant?"
Linx was lost and confused. She had a feeling that this was not where she was supposed to be, but couldn't remember where she was supposed to be. She didn't have time to think about it, she was in charge here, and she needed to save her crew.
"Evasive manuevers. Engineering, I need shields immediately! Pick a target, and fire."
"Aye, Sir!" Tactics responded.
The ship's nose dove sharply and the forward phaser arrays unleashed themselves on the lead ship. Whatever class she was, she had a formidable arsenal. The targeted ship vanished in a fireball. The other two ships scattered and tried to flank the Federation vessel, but the Helmsman kept rolling the ship to keep them on one side of the vessel.
The smaller ships returned fire, but Tactics responded, "Minimal damage. Shields holding. Two targets remaining."
Linx was lost and confused. She had never wanted to be in charge of a starship, if she had she could have stayed home, but she left home. Now here she was in a spot she had been avoiding all her life. She nodded to tactics, and then addressed the room.
"Well, does anyone have any ideas?"
"Sir?" the Helmsman asked confused by the question.
Linx was command officer, so she could access the mission files. Pulling the display up on the arm of the captain's chair she ran a quick skim over the summary:
The USS Prospero is to proceed to Larbupash IV where a suspected arms deal is to take place. Blockade the system; nothing in or out.
"Ah." She said. "Well then, take aim on the one on the right and fire."
"Aye, sir,"
There was a quick exchange of phaser fire that left the opponent cloud of dispersing metal but also cost the Prospero.
"Shields are at 23% and we have a hull breach in section 3F. Photons are off line."
"The last ship is hailing us, sir"
"Very well, on screen."
The main screen displayed a static filled image of a cockpit full of smoke and sparks. The pilot appeared to be trying to put out a burning control panel, while flying and talking.
"We surrender, already. I have lost life support and need to put down on the planet while my nav system still functions."
"I hope you don't mind if I send a team to follow you, do you?"
"I hope you don't expect me to drop my shields so they can beam aboard!"
The conversation was interrupted by the Tactics officer, "Lieutenant! I am picking up an explosion on the surface, and a general distress call."
before she could answer either of the people a small transmitter on her belt beeped and Jared's voice could be heard, "Security Station Team to FHew. If you guys are out there somewhere listening, I think a few of us are going to need extraction really soon!"
"We are also detecting a new vessel. It appears to be an Ambulance of some kind. I am reading two Humans and Klingon on board. They say they are standing buy to render assistance. What are your orders, Captain?"