The ship rocked and shuttered. There was a groaning as the hull protested the bombardment. The klaxons lit up and the alerts blared loudly, almost drowning out the orders and updates being blared across the bridge.

The ship had survived, but there was a lot of damage. Smoke and sparks filled the corridors. Bethany was moving through the ship with the rescue crews. “Cmdr! We can’t get the injured to sickbay. There’s been damage.” Bethany’s heart raced painfully as she took off for the nearest jefferies tube access.

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