04-28-2011, 08:09 PM
STARBASE THRINACIA
Promenade Decks
2002 hours
It was just like old times as Steve stalked slowly down the deck, his rifle poised and ready in both hands as he led the way on; the security team behind him and Ornixen bringing up the rear.
âAdmiral?â Steve turned as a whisper addressed, but remained quiet so they could continue. âHow did the Cardassians know about Thrinacia and the Gateway?â
A good question to say the least, and one Steve found he could not answer, but replied quietly. âNo idea, Ensign, no idea. Commander Blake is looking into it as we speak. But either way, what matters right now is the survival of everyone on this Starbase, and I mean everyone.â A reassuring smile seemed to help the small team of 5 other Starfleet officers as their attention went back to the scene ahead. Again they were reminded of the devastation these Cardassians were bringing with them. Bulkheads were protruding from walls, wiring hanging from deck plating above, glass here and there⦠depressingly bodies underneath damage.
The Admiral couldnât help a slight growl as he glared at the dead, Starfleet and Civilians alike. Another violent shake shook and the deck and Steve looked upwards to the rattling hangings above. Luckily they held.
âAmbassador.â Steve looked to Ornixen. âIf you could lead these men on? Iâll be needed on the Command Deck.â As much as he would rather remain and fight the invaders, the base needed its Commander at the âhelmâ so to speak. With a nod to Ornixen, Steve darted into a turbolift they were passing, ordering a direct route to the Command Deck itself.
Turbolift > Command Deck
2005 hours
On a normal day as of late, the turbolift ride would have felt as though it was simply another journey, the occasional jolt as power was rerouted and utilised for aiding in installing the Gateway systems, but this time⦠the bigger jolts were more concerning. Amongst the heat of the battle the fluctuations were definitely across all systems, and this was no exception. Twice already Steve had found his hand darting out to save his face meeting the inside of the turbolift cab as it rocketed on to the heart of the Command.
Eventually the doors parted and the Admiral found himself looking in at a scene similar to what he had left; officers darting here and there, many working on their stations to control this madness. The difference, things were looking more dire, and the sweat on everyoneâs brows had definitely increased. âREPORT!â Steve barked as he strode on in, making his way across to Connor who stood near the central command podium.
TAG: Connor, Ornixen, ALL COs â KICK CARDASSIAN BUTT!
Promenade Decks
2002 hours
It was just like old times as Steve stalked slowly down the deck, his rifle poised and ready in both hands as he led the way on; the security team behind him and Ornixen bringing up the rear.
âAdmiral?â Steve turned as a whisper addressed, but remained quiet so they could continue. âHow did the Cardassians know about Thrinacia and the Gateway?â
A good question to say the least, and one Steve found he could not answer, but replied quietly. âNo idea, Ensign, no idea. Commander Blake is looking into it as we speak. But either way, what matters right now is the survival of everyone on this Starbase, and I mean everyone.â A reassuring smile seemed to help the small team of 5 other Starfleet officers as their attention went back to the scene ahead. Again they were reminded of the devastation these Cardassians were bringing with them. Bulkheads were protruding from walls, wiring hanging from deck plating above, glass here and there⦠depressingly bodies underneath damage.
The Admiral couldnât help a slight growl as he glared at the dead, Starfleet and Civilians alike. Another violent shake shook and the deck and Steve looked upwards to the rattling hangings above. Luckily they held.
âAmbassador.â Steve looked to Ornixen. âIf you could lead these men on? Iâll be needed on the Command Deck.â As much as he would rather remain and fight the invaders, the base needed its Commander at the âhelmâ so to speak. With a nod to Ornixen, Steve darted into a turbolift they were passing, ordering a direct route to the Command Deck itself.
Turbolift > Command Deck
2005 hours
On a normal day as of late, the turbolift ride would have felt as though it was simply another journey, the occasional jolt as power was rerouted and utilised for aiding in installing the Gateway systems, but this time⦠the bigger jolts were more concerning. Amongst the heat of the battle the fluctuations were definitely across all systems, and this was no exception. Twice already Steve had found his hand darting out to save his face meeting the inside of the turbolift cab as it rocketed on to the heart of the Command.
Eventually the doors parted and the Admiral found himself looking in at a scene similar to what he had left; officers darting here and there, many working on their stations to control this madness. The difference, things were looking more dire, and the sweat on everyoneâs brows had definitely increased. âREPORT!â Steve barked as he strode on in, making his way across to Connor who stood near the central command podium.
TAG: Connor, Ornixen, ALL COs â KICK CARDASSIAN BUTT!
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