07-08-2011, 08:19 PM
USS Independence
Bridge
2052 hours
=/\=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.=/\=
There were a few seconds of semi-stunned silence on the Independence bridge as the crew mentally processed the Admiral's orders. Zack sat down heavily in the center seat, wiping a smear of blood from a jazzed cut on his forehead. Immediately, he felt the blood trickle back down his forehead and saw that it was wasted effort until the medical teams arrived. As the silence hung for a few more seconds than was comfortable, Zack spoke up.
"You heard the Admiral people," said Zack, trying to project confidence despite the fact that their Fleet seemed to be out-gunned. "Fall back and regroup at Thrinacia; use that time to reconstitute the shields and cool down the phaser arrays as much as possible. Mr. Ketteringham, full evasive. Mr. Haven, cool down the phaser banks--torpedos only until we get to Thrinacia. And keep those transphasic warheads hot...we may be using them after all."
Zack panned around slowly, looking each member of his Bridge staff in the eye for a few seconds.
"We're taking off the kid gloves, people. By Dorinda's Healing Light, we'll beat them back. And where the hell is my medical team anyway?"
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Bridge
2052 hours
=/\=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.=/\=
There were a few seconds of semi-stunned silence on the Independence bridge as the crew mentally processed the Admiral's orders. Zack sat down heavily in the center seat, wiping a smear of blood from a jazzed cut on his forehead. Immediately, he felt the blood trickle back down his forehead and saw that it was wasted effort until the medical teams arrived. As the silence hung for a few more seconds than was comfortable, Zack spoke up.
"You heard the Admiral people," said Zack, trying to project confidence despite the fact that their Fleet seemed to be out-gunned. "Fall back and regroup at Thrinacia; use that time to reconstitute the shields and cool down the phaser arrays as much as possible. Mr. Ketteringham, full evasive. Mr. Haven, cool down the phaser banks--torpedos only until we get to Thrinacia. And keep those transphasic warheads hot...we may be using them after all."
Zack panned around slowly, looking each member of his Bridge staff in the eye for a few seconds.
"We're taking off the kid gloves, people. By Dorinda's Healing Light, we'll beat them back. And where the hell is my medical team anyway?"
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