Posted by Lieutenant Selene Kross (Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim - Out of the Frying Pan (Bridge)

Posted by Commander Thraz sh’Kellirathras (First Officer/Chief of Security) in Main Sim - Out of the Frying Pan (Bridge)

Posted by Gamemaster Mal Fet (GMT) in Main Sim - Out of the Frying Pan (Bridge)
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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

Thaz’s fingers dipped accross the the console, the shields were already on the way up when she gave the order, he had initiated as the droped out of warp. he targeted their weapons and fired a full spread of torpedos at the approaching brid once it was in ranged the phasers sung in unison attempting to weaken the shields softening them for the torpedo spread.

“Firing” he called out accross the bridge.

Commander Thraz sh’Kellirathras,
Executive Officer, USS Sentinel

The Bird-of-Prey shifted course and initiated a strafing run on the Sentinel. The disruptor cannons mounted in the Klingon vessel’s wingtips fired. The green energy bolts splashed across the Sentinel’s shields, which managed to hold, though their integrity took a significant hit.

A torpedo flew out from the Federation frigate’s forward launcher, but before it could reach its target, the XO’s burst of phaser fire tore apart the smaller vessel’s shields. The torpedo struck a couple of seconds later, tearing open a large section of its main hull and sending it drifting.

The entire exchange was over in a matter of seconds.

“Captain, I’m having trouble locking on to any of the Klingons with the sensors!” the NE at the navigation station called out. “I can’t get you an accurate count of enemy vessels.”

The Sentinel unexpectedly shook again as it collided with another chunk of space debris.

“Keep your eyes on the road NE Driver,” Asam said calmly to the young man at the helm. “Kross, get those sensors working. Figure out why we are having trouble getting a lock.”

Thraz noted the shields had fallen to 77% from the disruptor barrage, and dropped another 2% from the collision with debris.

The Declaration was still on the viewscreen, and from this angle the crew could see one of the nacelles was dark and venting plasma. There was also a smaller Saladin-class vessel was maneuvering to support the flagship, but the distance made it impossible to make out any details. Both vessels exchanged fire with the Klingon vessels that darted in and out of range.

Gamemaster Mal Fet

“Dovek, any word from the Declaration? See if you can hail that Saladin class ship. Thraz, continue firing at will. Nightroad how is the ship holding up?”

Dovek contacted Delclaration, “Hailing the Declaration”

Cpt. Asam, CO

” My team is on it Captain. “

Selene Kross, Ph.D., M.D.
Chief Science Officer
Lieutenant, Sciences Division // USS Sentinel
Advanced Cryogenic & Environmental Systems

As Lieutenant Kross started working the sensors, she immediately saw massive spikes of noise that made identifying anything difficult.

There were multiple sensor contacts for larger ships like the Declaration and the Lagertha, the _Saladi_n-class destroyer defending the flagship. That made it almost impossible to pin down their actual locations.

The Birds-of-Prey had fewer sensor “ghosts,” but they were farther apart. The computer had even less confidence in their locations than it did for the larger vessels. The system currently had twenty-eight Klingon vessels tagged.

Even worse, the sensor ghosts would disappear altogether, only for new contacts to reappear somewhere else.

Gamemaster Mal Fet
Thaz spun to his left. “Captian I recomend Delta four evasive” he said that would cut them right across the nose of the declaration, providing a screen for a few moments. His eyes scaned for a target

Commander Thraz sh’Kellirathras,
Executive Officer, USS Sentinel

“Helm, engage Delta Four evasive,” Rende ordered as she watched the view screen trying to use her physical eyes rather than the sensors to give her information.

Cpt. Asam, CO

The Declaration answered the hail almost immediately. The viewscreen showed a Bolian male in the captain’s chair of the flagship. He had wide eyes, and his hands were gripped the arms of his chair. Behind him, a couple of medical technicians were providing first aid to an injured crewman on the deck.

“Thanks for the quick response, Sentinel. Things are looking dicey.” He jerked his head back and to the right. “Patch them through to the command center!”

The viewscreen flickered, immediately returning to its display of the battle before them, but an audio-only channel remained open. Admiral zh’Rhoe’s voice came over sharply.

“Voice comms only, Captain. Sensors are useless, so you’ll need to rely on visual reckoning to remain combat effective. We’re taking heavy fire, and shields are down to 36%. Link up with the Lagertha and Immelmann to form a defensive screen. Concentrate fire to whittle down their numbers… that’s their primary advantage.”

The Sentinel’s helmsman initiated the Delta Four maneuver, avoiding a few pieces of destroyed starships and closing the distance with the other Federation ships. The Declaration started to adjust course to head in their direction as well.

The damaged frigate took another pair of disruptor blasts to its aft port quarter… probably from one of a trio of sensor ghosts that had just popped up over in that area.

Gamemaster Mal Fet

Thaz attempted to target the senor ghost. He had a phaser spread ready to go the next time they fired he would manually target that location. “Science” he called back “Start working on a way to target these ship”

Thraz was not one for not speaking his mind when there was a fight going on and lives where at. “Admiral, Is there a reason you are staying here Sir, why not withdrawl?” he said without lifting his eyes from the tactical console.

Commander Thraz sh’Kellirathras,
Executive Officer, USS Sentinel

” on it Commander!” She replied

Selene Kross, Ph.D., M.D.
Chief Science Officer
Lieutenant, Sciences Division // USS Sentinel
Advanced Cryogenic & Environmental Systems

Thraz made a good point. What was the point of this area? “Rand!” she called to her yeoman, “Find me everything about this area we have. Why there was a fleet here, why the Klingons might be here, importance, assets, everything.”

Punching a command into her console the main view screen split into 6 grids. The one directly in front of Thraz remained on the area he had been targeting. Then she zoomed in trying to get a better visual of the different areas around the Declaration and her supporting ship. This wasn’t Rende’s first battle, and it wouldn’t be her last. =/\=Admiral we can provide defense cover with the Lagertha and Immelmann while you get the Declaration out of here.=/\=

Her eyes trained on the ships, she even stood from her chair, taking a half step forward as she concentrated on the screen. Looking for the small signs of passing ships. Debris that moved or suddenly drifted in a different course, or seemed to stop. These were signs of ship’s shield and thrusters passing near by.

Cpt. Asam, CO