Aboard the bridge of the scoutship Defiant
" Captain ! Incoming !"
Before anyone could react the tiny vessel was bracketed with fire. The radar officer exclaimed excitedly, "Sir I have them on the scope now but they are out of range"
The vessel rocked violently as a shell exploded mere meters off the port bow. The Captain picked himself off the deck " Evasive maneuvers. Hard a'starbord and head for the fungus. Break radio silence and call the task force for something more powerful to help us out here. Where's our damn air sup---"
The vessel shook as shell struck it full astern.
"--port. Engineer. I need more speed"
"Captain, I'm already at 120%. I don't think my poor bairns can take it much longer.
"Engineer, If we don't get out of here we're dead so more speed !!!
The ship rocked as another shell hit the foreward gun turret . . . .
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"Report coming in from task force Delta. The Defiant reports being under fire from an Iowa Class Destroyer"
The Commodore looked at the admiral, " Sir, the Defiant is no match for an Iowa. We could delay Operation Overlord and render assistance with Beta group"
The admiral considered the tactical displays before him and a look of grim resolve hardened his features, " NO the Beta task force has their own mission and you and I both know that nothing else can get there in time to save the Defiant. Perhaps the other Delta scoutships can help but its really up to the Defiant to find a way to survive"
The admiral stormed from the room into his inner office. The admiral's aide slowly approached the Commodore, "Just so you know sir, the admiral's youngest. . . . you know Ben jr. . . . . he's the conn officer on the Defiant . . . With respect sir but leave him alone for a while in there. Our plans were made and really there's nothing we can do until we hear from the task force"
The commodore shuffled into his own office off the operations center and gazed at the vid-image of his three children, Jason 8, Claire 5 and little newborn Tommy-- "His own kid. . . damn . . . . "
" Captain ! Incoming !"
Before anyone could react the tiny vessel was bracketed with fire. The radar officer exclaimed excitedly, "Sir I have them on the scope now but they are out of range"
The vessel rocked violently as a shell exploded mere meters off the port bow. The Captain picked himself off the deck " Evasive maneuvers. Hard a'starbord and head for the fungus. Break radio silence and call the task force for something more powerful to help us out here. Where's our damn air sup---"
The vessel shook as shell struck it full astern.
"--port. Engineer. I need more speed"
"Captain, I'm already at 120%. I don't think my poor bairns can take it much longer.
"Engineer, If we don't get out of here we're dead so more speed !!!
The ship rocked as another shell hit the foreward gun turret . . . .
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"Report coming in from task force Delta. The Defiant reports being under fire from an Iowa Class Destroyer"
The Commodore looked at the admiral, " Sir, the Defiant is no match for an Iowa. We could delay Operation Overlord and render assistance with Beta group"
The admiral considered the tactical displays before him and a look of grim resolve hardened his features, " NO the Beta task force has their own mission and you and I both know that nothing else can get there in time to save the Defiant. Perhaps the other Delta scoutships can help but its really up to the Defiant to find a way to survive"
The admiral stormed from the room into his inner office. The admiral's aide slowly approached the Commodore, "Just so you know sir, the admiral's youngest. . . . you know Ben jr. . . . . he's the conn officer on the Defiant . . . With respect sir but leave him alone for a while in there. Our plans were made and really there's nothing we can do until we hear from the task force"
The commodore shuffled into his own office off the operations center and gazed at the vid-image of his three children, Jason 8, Claire 5 and little newborn Tommy-- "His own kid. . . damn . . . . "
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