07-10-2011, 06:51 PM
USS Independence
Bridge
2050 hrs
"Ow, dammit!" said Zack loudly as a medic swabbed the jagged cut om his forehead to remove the blood. "Graezik narvonno klott!"
"There is no need for vulgarity Sir," said the medic, a gray-skinned ruby-eyed native of Rigel V who understood the Captain's favorite curse perfectly. Medic Pzial sterilized the cut, them sealed it shut with a dermoplastic bandage. "Come to sickbay within 12 hours for dermal regeneration or that will leave a scar, Sir."
"So noted Crewman. Dismissed."
The tall, lanky Rigellian nodded curtly and took his medkit to examine another crewman on the Bridge. Zack had insisted others who had more severe injuries be treated first, even though he had lost a significant amount of blood and felt slightly lightheaded. He had sustained second-degree phosphorus burns on his left hand, in addition to getting the cut on his forehead from a flying polyglass shard. The entire bridge crew had been also given a small dose of triox, to stave off the effects of smoke inhalation.
"Mister Gran, status of tactical and defensive systems?"
The young Zakdorn Ensign looked up from the Engineering console. "Shields are back up to eighty-three percent, all emergency bulkheads are intact and structural integrity field is holding. We have seventy photon and twenty-six quantum torpedos left; as per your orders, all ten transphasic warheads remain on hot standby. Phaser arrays have cooled back down to 750 Kelvin...liquid sodium cooling jackets have been repaired."
"Good. Helm, time to rendezvous with the Fleet?"
"Arriving now, Captain."
"Mr. Haven, heat up the weapons. Full power to forward shields, hold position here. Tac display on main viewer."
The viewer came alive. Both sides of this conflict had suffered significant losses; the Cardassians had lost several vessels while Starfleet had lost the Cockerell and the Majesty had suffered major damage. The Thunderstorm had been replaced by the Jerrico, a ship designed for battle. Despite the issues he had with Captain Woodcroft's handling of personnel issues, she was an extremely capable tactician. Knowing that she was on their side tipped the odds measurably in Starfleet's favor. All they needed was for the enemy to come back after them...and they would.
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Bridge
2050 hrs
"Ow, dammit!" said Zack loudly as a medic swabbed the jagged cut om his forehead to remove the blood. "Graezik narvonno klott!"
"There is no need for vulgarity Sir," said the medic, a gray-skinned ruby-eyed native of Rigel V who understood the Captain's favorite curse perfectly. Medic Pzial sterilized the cut, them sealed it shut with a dermoplastic bandage. "Come to sickbay within 12 hours for dermal regeneration or that will leave a scar, Sir."
"So noted Crewman. Dismissed."
The tall, lanky Rigellian nodded curtly and took his medkit to examine another crewman on the Bridge. Zack had insisted others who had more severe injuries be treated first, even though he had lost a significant amount of blood and felt slightly lightheaded. He had sustained second-degree phosphorus burns on his left hand, in addition to getting the cut on his forehead from a flying polyglass shard. The entire bridge crew had been also given a small dose of triox, to stave off the effects of smoke inhalation.
"Mister Gran, status of tactical and defensive systems?"
The young Zakdorn Ensign looked up from the Engineering console. "Shields are back up to eighty-three percent, all emergency bulkheads are intact and structural integrity field is holding. We have seventy photon and twenty-six quantum torpedos left; as per your orders, all ten transphasic warheads remain on hot standby. Phaser arrays have cooled back down to 750 Kelvin...liquid sodium cooling jackets have been repaired."
"Good. Helm, time to rendezvous with the Fleet?"
"Arriving now, Captain."
"Mr. Haven, heat up the weapons. Full power to forward shields, hold position here. Tac display on main viewer."
The viewer came alive. Both sides of this conflict had suffered significant losses; the Cardassians had lost several vessels while Starfleet had lost the Cockerell and the Majesty had suffered major damage. The Thunderstorm had been replaced by the Jerrico, a ship designed for battle. Despite the issues he had with Captain Woodcroft's handling of personnel issues, she was an extremely capable tactician. Knowing that she was on their side tipped the odds measurably in Starfleet's favor. All they needed was for the enemy to come back after them...and they would.
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