07-12-2011, 01:54 PM
OOC: Ladies and Gents; please dont forget FULL TIME/LOCATION STAMPS!
IC:
STARBASE THRINACIA
Command Deck
2055 hours
The place looked like a complete tip; conduits hung open from the ceiling, consoles were smashed to pieces, sparks flew from wall panelling every now and then, and shards of bulkhead lay here there and everywhere. Emergency lighting was on, made only slightly brighter by active consoles and the Red Alert beacon dimming in and out as was its fashion. But, despite all this, the crew of the Command Deck were not faltered.
Standing around the central podium was the Admiral, his eyes following the Fleet's movements as it was obvious all Commanders were following orders; regrouping the line between Thrinacia and the Cardassians. However, the Admiral was troubled. In his hand he held the latest tactical report onthe sector. Their friend, the Tachyon reading from before, had disappeared. Or rather had left. But more troubling they had gotten nothing from it. Scanners couldnt pick up anything other than the unusual amount of tachyon energy that had 'grouped' in that one place. But nevertheless, the problem was still the battle.
"Tactical, report." Steve ordered, his arms still folded with one fist clenched loosely around his jaw, his eyes remaining on the console screen before him,watching the Federation icons form the line.
"All our people are holding fast, despite the damage across all vessels. The Jerrico has joined the lines, fully prepped and ready to, excuse me, 'kick some ass'. Thrinacia's shields are holding at 42%, phaser banks primed and ready at 69% efficiency. Cardy Fleet holding at 4 Galor, 2 Keldon and a squadron of smaller Fighters, 1 more Hideki at their point. Captured Hideki is safely within our ports. Boarding parties seem to be slowly coming under control but we're still to hear in from several of our teams."
The Admiral looked over to the Tactical. Not hearing from his people was not good, anyone could tell you that. "I want additional teams out there, find our people. I dont care where you get these teams from but find them - even if you have to give Medical Crewmen a lesson on how to tap the fire button on a phaser - find my teams!" He ordered, almost yelling. It was bad enough the Fleet were taking a battering, but his own personnel on his own Starbase were another matter. "And patch me through to Gillibrand on the Independence."
As the nod came over from the Communications station, Steve stood up properly as if to look at the viewer before realising that was looking in no fit state to even consider using. Audio it was.
=/\="Admiral Malloway to Captain Gillibrand - you know the drill. If you've the advantage I want some of those cutlery-forehead-encrusted pains in the ass taken out, and I dont mean for coffee."=/\=
TAG: Fleet, Zack
IC:
STARBASE THRINACIA
Command Deck
2055 hours
The place looked like a complete tip; conduits hung open from the ceiling, consoles were smashed to pieces, sparks flew from wall panelling every now and then, and shards of bulkhead lay here there and everywhere. Emergency lighting was on, made only slightly brighter by active consoles and the Red Alert beacon dimming in and out as was its fashion. But, despite all this, the crew of the Command Deck were not faltered.
Standing around the central podium was the Admiral, his eyes following the Fleet's movements as it was obvious all Commanders were following orders; regrouping the line between Thrinacia and the Cardassians. However, the Admiral was troubled. In his hand he held the latest tactical report onthe sector. Their friend, the Tachyon reading from before, had disappeared. Or rather had left. But more troubling they had gotten nothing from it. Scanners couldnt pick up anything other than the unusual amount of tachyon energy that had 'grouped' in that one place. But nevertheless, the problem was still the battle.
"Tactical, report." Steve ordered, his arms still folded with one fist clenched loosely around his jaw, his eyes remaining on the console screen before him,watching the Federation icons form the line.
"All our people are holding fast, despite the damage across all vessels. The Jerrico has joined the lines, fully prepped and ready to, excuse me, 'kick some ass'. Thrinacia's shields are holding at 42%, phaser banks primed and ready at 69% efficiency. Cardy Fleet holding at 4 Galor, 2 Keldon and a squadron of smaller Fighters, 1 more Hideki at their point. Captured Hideki is safely within our ports. Boarding parties seem to be slowly coming under control but we're still to hear in from several of our teams."
The Admiral looked over to the Tactical. Not hearing from his people was not good, anyone could tell you that. "I want additional teams out there, find our people. I dont care where you get these teams from but find them - even if you have to give Medical Crewmen a lesson on how to tap the fire button on a phaser - find my teams!" He ordered, almost yelling. It was bad enough the Fleet were taking a battering, but his own personnel on his own Starbase were another matter. "And patch me through to Gillibrand on the Independence."
As the nod came over from the Communications station, Steve stood up properly as if to look at the viewer before realising that was looking in no fit state to even consider using. Audio it was.
=/\="Admiral Malloway to Captain Gillibrand - you know the drill. If you've the advantage I want some of those cutlery-forehead-encrusted pains in the ass taken out, and I dont mean for coffee."=/\=
TAG: Fleet, Zack
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