07-06-2011, 05:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-06-2011, 05:34 PM by Steve Malloway.)
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STARBASE THRINACIA
Command Deck
2050 hours
His vision was blurry for a moment as Steve heaved his upper body up off the deck with his hands and forearms, wincing as a sharp pain shot through his left shoulder. Taking a quick look he noticed blood seeping through the fabric of his uniform around the area a nice gash was now present. Looked like a piece of bulkhead had succeeded in gaining a clean swipe through after the last torpedo had made it through to the Starbase's hull, despite the outside effort from the Fleet. The last few minutes had been hard going on the Fleet, and communication was coming through the comm from so many senior staff it was no doubt beginning to grate on the Commanding Officer's actually out there. One minute one was saying something, the next another order came through to contradict. It was time Admiralty stepped in.
Steve stood, stumbling forward to the central pilon, looking at what little data was coming through where possible. The Fleet had been worn down to the Braveheart, Independence, Agamemnon, Indianna, Jaggedier and a limited numbers of Fighters, and even then the Jaggedier was looking in no fit state. The Thunderstorm and Majesty had retreated into the Starbase due to significant damage. As for the enemy Fleet, well... they were looking pretty stong to say the least. The Admiral pressed a button to the comm. system, Fleet-wide.
=/\="All ships, this is Admiral Malloway. Negate all orders and fall back to Thrinacia - I want a fierce line held between us and the Cardassians. No arguments. All available Fighters are to equal themselves out between our ships and act as point-defence to incoming torps. Woodcroft, assign as many personnel as necessary to the remaining Starbase fighters and get them out there, in the mean-time you are to take command of the USS Jerrico, Defiant Class docked at port 3 and take your crew. Lieutenant Commander Jackson, you and the Cadets are to report to the Command Deck, taking out all boarding parties on your way. Fleet Captain Martize, get your ships to the line and kick back those spoonheads. We've lost enough as it is so far, lets show these in-breds just what the Federation is really made of! Malloway out."=/\=
With another tap he closed the link, turning on the spot to point to Ops Control before anything else could happen, his eyes stern, fierce, poised and commanding. "Divert as much power as you can to the weapons array without losing back-up reserves to the shields," he span to Tactical, "target the nearest enemy vessel and let loose hell on them. Thrinacia was built as a central command, not a toy. Make me proud people!"
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IC:
STARBASE THRINACIA
Command Deck
2050 hours
His vision was blurry for a moment as Steve heaved his upper body up off the deck with his hands and forearms, wincing as a sharp pain shot through his left shoulder. Taking a quick look he noticed blood seeping through the fabric of his uniform around the area a nice gash was now present. Looked like a piece of bulkhead had succeeded in gaining a clean swipe through after the last torpedo had made it through to the Starbase's hull, despite the outside effort from the Fleet. The last few minutes had been hard going on the Fleet, and communication was coming through the comm from so many senior staff it was no doubt beginning to grate on the Commanding Officer's actually out there. One minute one was saying something, the next another order came through to contradict. It was time Admiralty stepped in.
Steve stood, stumbling forward to the central pilon, looking at what little data was coming through where possible. The Fleet had been worn down to the Braveheart, Independence, Agamemnon, Indianna, Jaggedier and a limited numbers of Fighters, and even then the Jaggedier was looking in no fit state. The Thunderstorm and Majesty had retreated into the Starbase due to significant damage. As for the enemy Fleet, well... they were looking pretty stong to say the least. The Admiral pressed a button to the comm. system, Fleet-wide.
=/\="All ships, this is Admiral Malloway. Negate all orders and fall back to Thrinacia - I want a fierce line held between us and the Cardassians. No arguments. All available Fighters are to equal themselves out between our ships and act as point-defence to incoming torps. Woodcroft, assign as many personnel as necessary to the remaining Starbase fighters and get them out there, in the mean-time you are to take command of the USS Jerrico, Defiant Class docked at port 3 and take your crew. Lieutenant Commander Jackson, you and the Cadets are to report to the Command Deck, taking out all boarding parties on your way. Fleet Captain Martize, get your ships to the line and kick back those spoonheads. We've lost enough as it is so far, lets show these in-breds just what the Federation is really made of! Malloway out."=/\=
With another tap he closed the link, turning on the spot to point to Ops Control before anything else could happen, his eyes stern, fierce, poised and commanding. "Divert as much power as you can to the weapons array without losing back-up reserves to the shields," he span to Tactical, "target the nearest enemy vessel and let loose hell on them. Thrinacia was built as a central command, not a toy. Make me proud people!"
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Admiral Steve Malloway
Commanding Officer, USS Eagle
Joint Fleet Commanding Officer, Starfleet Strategic Response Fleet
Training and Personnel Developments Director, and Internal Verifier
Commanding Officer, USS Eagle
Joint Fleet Commanding Officer, Starfleet Strategic Response Fleet
Training and Personnel Developments Director, and Internal Verifier