Posted by Gamemaster Mal Fet (GMT) in Main Sim - Out of the Frying Pan (Bridge)
The Independence-class frigate had seen better days.

It was barreling through space at its emergency velocity—which, in its damaged state, was just Warp 8.1. Rather than the steady thrumming that normally accompanied high warp speeds, the vessel occasionally stuttered and struggled as the Sentinel redlined its warp engines. The electro-plasma system was fluctuating as well, though whether that was a symptom of the abused warp core or something else entirely had yet to be determined.

The ship really needed some time dedicated to troubleshooting and repairs, preferably in a spacedock. With other Federation ships under attack, however, time was a vital resource that couldn’t be wasted.

Flashing red lights cast a grim pallor over the bridge. “We’re dropping out of warp in thirty seconds, Captain,” the NE at the navigation station said in a strained voice. She was doing her best to maintain professionalism but was clearly worried about what they were going to encounter. A battle still in progress… or one long over?

To the phaser gun crews, prepared to do what was necessary, those thirty seconds seemed to last forever. To the NE at the navigation console, they flew by entirely too fast.

The Sentinel dropped out of warp and immediately shuddered as a chunk of space debris struck the shields. The viewscreen displayed a scene of utter chaos. Parts of broken ships littered the surrounding space, both Federation and Klingon. In the distance, they could see the USS Declaration, a _Nimitz-_class battlecruiser, being hounded by multiple Birds-of-Prey.

One of the small Klingon vessels was executing a strafing run as the Sentinel arrived. At first its disruptors tore into the aft section of the Declaration’s hull, then splashed harmlessly against its port shields as the battlecruiser maneuvered to protect its rear.

The Bird-of-Prey was now heading almost directly toward the Sentinel.

Gamemaster Mal Fet

Rende stabbed on the comms button. The bosun’s whistle sounded again, [O]All hands prepare to engage the Klingons.[C] She had a good crew; she didn’t need to tell them more than that. “Shields up, Cmdr. Thraz, target and fire at will. Helm, evasive maneuvers. Science, scan enemy ships, look for weaknesses and relay to tactical. Dovek, hail the Declaration and inform them we’ve arrived. Then tell medical to prepare for casualties.”

Cpt. Asam, CO