Posted July 2, 2021, 4:58 p.m. by Captain Dante Knight (Commanding Officer) (David Shotton)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Dr. Royal Sinclair (Chief Tactical Officer) in Main Sim- Hell Hath No Fury
Posted by Gamemaster Mr. Smith N. Jones, Solicitor (GameMaster) in Main Sim- Hell Hath No Fury
Posted by Captain Dante Knight (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim- Hell Hath No Fury
Posted by… suppressed (1) by the Post Ghost! 👻
Patrol duty… it was almost an insult to the ship and her crew. And here, on the border between the Federation and the remains of the Romulan Empire, where nothing had happened worthy of a Pendragon-class warship in almost a decade? It was like the ship was being punished.It was early morning. The bridge was, as it had been for a month, quiet. Nothing on the scanners, no comms… just boredom and silence. It was as if the universe had suddenly did away with all life in it, but someone forgot tell the Saracen. NE Sirt sat at the comm station, reading an article about life after Star Fleet and the opportunities that an enterprising former officer could find on distant colonies like OED V. He was daydreaming of opening a bar. A nice kitchen that served simple but tasteful food. A serving staff made up of easy-on-the-eyes individuals who weren’t averse to staying after hours to help with ‘managerial tasks’. Maybe even some who would like to-
The comm panel chirped, then went quiet. Sirt looked away from the PaDD and scowled at the panel. Nothing… not a thing. He went back to his PaDD, trying to refocus his thoughts on-
Chirp.
Swinging his feet off the board, he looked closer. Nothing… no incoming messages, no hails, no -
The comms panel lit up. =/\= MAYDAY! MAYDAY! MAYDAY! TO ALL VESSELS IN RANGE OF THIS CALL! THIS IS THE INDEPENDENT FREIGHTER FORDHAM! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK! THERE ARE SO MANY OF THEM! WE NEED HEL- =/\= and the comms went dark. Sirt’s eyes went wide and he swivled around to the center chair. “Lieutenant Dris! Distress call!” and he played it back over the bridge speakers. Dris scowled and said “Track it. Science and Tactical, full sweep.” and he paused before pressing the icon on the arm of the chair. He shook his head and then jabbed a finger at the icon. Claxons sounded and the ship went to yellow alert. Pressing the comms, he said =/\= Command Staff to the bridge immediately. I repeat. Captain to the bridge. =/\=
GM
It only took a moment for the door to the ready room to open and Dante appeared, coffee still in hand and made for the chair. “Report, Lieutenant Dris. I have the Bridge. What have we got?”
OOC: Was that a sneaky recruitment plug for OED V I see in there? The cheek! :D
Captain Knight, CO
OOC: I have no idea what you are talking about. Nope. None at all.
IC:
Dris stood up and looked at Sirt. “Play it again.” he said as he stepped aside for Knight. The terrified voice came back over the bridge comm system, only to once again be cut short. “Source unknown, sir. Science and Tactical stations scanning for it now. Comms is monitoring all frequencies for traffic.”
GM
The doors slid open and the bulk of the former-Security Chief-Then Counselor-Then Security Chief- Now Tactical Officer came through as the recording played. Sinclair scowled and patted the shoulder of the Security officer at the tactical station and stepped up to the console. “Running sweep for warp and weapons signatures - … oh holy crap. Skipper, you need to see this.” and the main screen lit up.
It was a radiation graph of a spot on the other side of the Federation - Romulan border, ten minutes away at maximum warp. Normally, a single ship’s energy weapons would have read on a magnitude of .6 for a small to average sized vessel up to 3 for a ship the Saracen’s size.
The readings indicated a magnitude of 15.6 .
“Sir… that’s at least eight vessels firing simultaneously. Minimum…” Royal said and looked at Dante.
Sinclair, CTO
Dante considered a moment. “It almost doesn’t seem fair to put them up against a Pendragon, does it?” He smirked slightly at Sinclair but it was gone as quick as it came.
“Helm, lay in a course, what’s our ETA at Max sustainable Warp, and can we tell who’s doing the shooting? Mr Graham, do we have any notable anomalies or features in close proximity?”
Eight ships against a freighter, all firing at once likely meant smaller ships or the freighter would have hardly had time to scream in terror. Eight ships, but the Saracen was built for this.
Captain Knight, CO
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