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| Old Friends; 2374 Just before the battle to retake DS9 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 10 2018, 10:09 PM (1,837 Views) | |
| Rebecca Talon | Apr 22 2018, 10:10 AM Post #61 |
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<Later> “Shields are holding at 73%,” Ensign Marla James said from ops Rebecca nodded, “Helm, bring us about 010 mark 48 one quarter impulse.” The Denver was better than it looked. There had been several casualties, but as of yet no fatalities. It was not the first time Rebecca was thankful that Nick had offered join them. She didn’t think she could have done as good of a job. “Ma’am, elements of the Jem’hadar and Cardassian fleets have regrouped and are breaking through our left flank,” Ensign James reported. “Helm lay in an intercept course, Mr. Chell load torpedo bays one and two. Prepare to fire on my mark, full spread.” “Sorry ma’am,” the Bolian at tactical replied. “But, you used the last of our torpedoes a few minutes ago.” Rebecca glanced at Chell in disbelief. The Denver had put up one hell of a fight. “Charge phasers.” “Already charged and locked.” “Commander, the Ajax is taxing heavy fire. Her warp core is going critical,” James interrupted. “Move us between the Ajax and the enemy ships. Mr. Chell polarize the hull, and prepare to beam the survivors aboard.” The Denver swooped in lancing out with phasers. There was little effect on the enemy forces other than to draw their fire on the Galaxy class ship. It slipped in between the enemy fleet and the crippled Federation ship. Not that there was a real defined line. “Helm roll us 90 degrees starboard. Show the enemy our belly. Drop dorsal shields.” “Transport in progress,” Ensign James reported. “It will take approximately 30 seconds to get the whole crew.” Rebecca clinched the arm rest of her seat. “Steady as she goes.” The ship bucked and rocked under the assault. Somewhere a console exploded on the bridge, and the lights flickered and whent out leaving the bridge bathed in a glow of angry crimson. “Ventral shields are down to 20%. Another volley and we will lose shields altogether,” Chell shouted over the groaning of a dying starship. The ship rocked again as the shields failed. The hull took the full brunt of the impact. A phaser beam from a Cardassian ship sliced all the way though the saucer leaving a gaping hole. Unfortunate crew near the breeches were pulled into the vacuum of space. “The Ajax crew is aboard,” James shouted. “Main power, shields, warp drive, impulse engines, weapons, primary and secondary sensor arrays are off line. There is a hull breeches decks 3 through 16. Emergency bulkheads are in place. Casualties are coming in from all over the ship. Three fatalities and five more missing and suspected dead.” “Get us out of here! Full thrusters! Engineering eject all of the antimatter storage pods/” “Antimatter storage pods have been ejected.” Rebecca leaned forward in her seat trying to make the Denver move faster out of sheer force of will. The crew stared at her trying to figure out what their commander was planning. The Ajax blew apart in a brilliant antimatter explosion. That set off a chain reaction with the Denver’s pods that spread to the other ships of the enemy fleet. A shockwave spread out from the detonation which quickly enveloped the Denver which tossed the Federation ship about like a toy boat in a hurricane. Rebecca was flung from her seat. She slammed face first into the helm console. Pain exploded in her head with a blinding flash of light. She fell to the deck semi-conscience, and the last thing she heard was Chell reporting that the Denver was adrift and emergency power was failing. She hurt too bad to care, and she let he darkness envelope her. Rebecca woke. Her nostrils filled with he scents of a sickbay. She stared up at a reddish bronze ceiling hurting everywhere. She recognized it as Cardassian, and her heart, but the face of a Bajoran woman in the nurse’s uniform of their militia peered over her. “Doctor, the Commander is awake.” She tried to sit up, but gentile hands pushed her shoulders back down and a you human male looked down on her. He had chocolate brown hair, and wore as blue Starfleet uniform. “Relax commander. You had as rather nasty concussion and your broke C3, C5, and C6 vertebra in your neck. You also broke four ribs, one of which punctured your left lung and collapsed it. It was touch and go there for a bit.” “Whe…” Her mouth was so dry the words would not form at first. “Where am I?” She finally rasped. “You are on Deep Space Nine, and I am Dr. Bashire. You have a visistor, You want me to show him in.” She tried to nod finding that there was a brace that prevented it. “Yes. Water.” Bashire nodded, and disappeared. |
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| Nick Ryder | Apr 22 2018, 10:20 AM Post #62 |
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Nick limped over to Becca's biobed, an eyepatch over his right eye, a brace around his leg and his left arm in a brace. Despite it all he had a half smile on his face. "Told you I'd get us to DS9... " he groaned as he felt another sharp wave of pain hit his leg. "Remind me never to do that anti-matter storage pod explosion thing. Ensign Lynch's comm badge." he pointed to his eye. "And this was Lt. Ryan slamming his entire 200 pounds against it." he wiggled his braced arm. "And I need to replace my artificial wrist. I've been flipping off everyone, the middle finger and the thumb relays are jammed. Upside is... I totally flipped off an Admiral, so that was kinda fun." |
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Nicholas "Nick" Ryder President Emeritas- Terra Alpha Alpha Quadrant Alliance Founder and 1st President
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| Rebecca Talon | Apr 22 2018, 03:30 PM Post #63 |
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"Hey you," Rebecca said weakly. "You look like shit." |
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| Nick Ryder | Apr 23 2018, 12:41 AM Post #64 |
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"Should see what's left of the Denver." Nick said with a weak smile. "You're not winning any beauty contests either Becca. Mom's on her way, not that I don't trust Bashir and his medics, but they're getting punchy and overworked." he sat on the edge of her bio bed and touched her hand. "I don't regret comin' with you. But let's not do this again... " |
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| Rebecca Talon | Apr 23 2018, 12:47 AM Post #65 |
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"Ow!" She winced as she shifted her weight. "You'll get no argument from me. How's the crew?" |
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| Nick Ryder | Apr 23 2018, 06:57 AM Post #66 |
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"Lost about twenty or so... final crew loss count is still being sorted out but... we're mostly whole, save for the poor souls that were sucked out when we lost shield and structural integrity and got a big gaping hole through our saucer." Nick replied. "Lots of injuries... some may end up being life threatening for a few..." he sighed. "But we still came back with more than a lot of other ships." |
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| Rebecca Talon | Apr 23 2018, 07:49 AM Post #67 |
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She frowned, "That's about twenty too many. The Ajax crew?" |
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| Nick Ryder | Apr 23 2018, 08:21 AM Post #68 |
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"We got most of them..." Nick replied. "I haven't had a chance to really check in with their command crew." he said as he pulled off the synth skin from his damaged wrist and tried to manually move his middle finger down with the rest of his fingers. "Was on the comm with my mother, she's on her way to pick up more of the wounded with the San Lucas and the Hope. She's got my kids with her. Julie's off on some classified mission, utterly pissed off at me for going into this battle with you." |
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| Rebecca Talon | Apr 23 2018, 08:51 AM Post #69 |
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She laughed, "I guess the feeling is mutual after all. " Rebecca pushed herself into a sitting position with considerable pain. She winced as she adjusted her position. "I'm putting you up for the Christopher Pike. I wouldn't be here without you." "And I'm going to get you that fourth pip," A familiar voice announced. Rebecca grinned when she saw Captain Ben Sisko enter the infirmary. "Ben!" Sisko smiled a Nick, "How are you doing Mr. Ryder?" Edited by Rebecca Talon, Apr 23 2018, 10:56 AM.
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| Nick Ryder | Apr 23 2018, 09:36 AM Post #70 |
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Nick smiled at Sisko. "Had a feeling your little ship would push on through the line. Oh besides having a comm badge fly off and hit me in the eye and a crew member fall against my leg... not too bad. We were luckier than a lot of other ships. Intel is going to have a field day when they get a chance to hack through that computer core I beamed off a Jem'Hadar ship." he shook Sisko's hand. "We got a couple of hospital ships on their way so your CMO can actually breathe." he whispered, "Genetically augmented though he is, this is a lot of people to treat... " "How'd you... ah... right." Sisko put his finger to his lips. "Well the number of us augmented officers in Starfleet is pretty small and I've connections." Nick replied and glanced at Becca. "And she more than earned that promotion, put together a hell of a team. Once I get back to the ASDB, I'm going to see about getting a few things done that they've put off. We lost a lot of ships, but a lot of old ships that had no business being out in the war like this against smaller more agile craft. Everyone is more agile than us. Romulans, Jem'Hadar, even the Cardassians are getting harder to hit." |
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| Rebecca Talon | Apr 23 2018, 05:26 PM Post #71 |
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"Could we," she winced as she slid off the bio bed. Bashir protested, but the 'look' silenced him. "Could we talk about something other than shop right now." She reached behind her and peeled off the neck brace and made a few careful motions of her head. "Ben someday you're going to take that Emissary nonsense too far, and Nick you're going to be the president. That's great, but right now I could use a nice medium rare T-bone, baked potatoe and a margarita. Because tomorrow we have more work to do than we have ever done in out lives." Edited by Rebecca Talon, Apr 23 2018, 05:28 PM.
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| Nick Ryder | Apr 23 2018, 11:59 PM Post #72 |
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"I think that is the best idea I've heard all day. Ben, there had better be a place that has a good steak around here. Even the Cardassians enjoy meat..." Nick said as he held onto Becca's hand. "Oh and you are more than welcome to join us." |
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| Rebecca Talon | Apr 24 2018, 09:30 PM Post #73 |
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Sisko grinned widely, " If you don't mind replicated I know just the place. " "A chef like you recommending replicatrd?" Rebecca teased. "Becca there isn't a cow within a hundred lightyears from here. She shrugged, "Good point. I'm happy as long as that margarita has alcohol." "That can be arranged," Sisko assured. Sisko led them onto the promenade, and after a short walk he turned left into the station's bar. They were greeted by a Feringi behind the bar. Sisko merely nodded in acknowledgment to Quark. Ben lead them to a table, and they took seats. There was an air of jovialness that filled Quark's. It was as if someone opened a window in spring to an old cabin after the winter storms. One of the Ferengi waiters approached to take their order, "Welcome to Quark's. My name a Pelg, do you need menus?" Rebecca and Sisko both shook their heads. "Beef steak medium rare," Rebecca started off. "A baked potato with cheese, and butter no sour cream, and a cup of Texas chili. Also, I want a strawberry margarita, and please make sure there's alchohol in the tequila." The waiter nodded entering the order into a small PADD, "And you captain?" Sisko smiled, "Jambalaya. Make sure it's spicy, and then get me a synthale." The Ferengi turned to Nick, "And you Captain?" |
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| Nick Ryder | Apr 25 2018, 12:21 AM Post #74 |
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"Same as the lady, but the baked potato with lots of cheese, sour cream and butter and instead of chili, I want haystack onion rings. Not sleeping with anyone tonight so I can kill vampires with my breath." Nick said with a laugh. "And a dark beer, real alcohol." he looked at Sisko and chuckled. "First time I have had a steak, even replicated in months. Julie and Olivia are on this pescaterian kick, nothing but seafood. Olivia's too young to be that finicky but supposedly she had some bad reaction to meat so now none of us can eat it. I just think it wasn't prepared properly. Hard to get the real stuff and the real stuff is kind of... not the greatest or it's been kept preserved too long. I'm kinda shocked none of the Earth ranchers have set up shop on Bajor yet. Buddy of mine in Baraboo is talking about trying to find a colony to set up another ranch on, got too many head. Not like anyone's really paying for it. These Ferengi got a pretty decent system... like we used to have. Federation credits are half worthless in some of the disputed areas." |
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| Rebecca Talon | Apr 25 2018, 01:15 AM Post #75 |
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The waiter nodded and left to fill the orders. Rebecca sat back in her chair trying to find a comfortable position was hard when you have broken your neck in three places, and the doctor had just finished putting you back together. "So...?" She started, "What did I miss?" "Plenty," Sisko answered. "First of all Gul Dukat is sitting in one of our holding cells, and he's... a bit loopy. " The waiter interrupted with their drinks and departed without saying a word. "Loopy?" Rebecca asked with a grin. She took a long sip from the straw and exhaled in joy. "That Ferengi knows how to make a margarita." "Loopy as in like his cheese slid off his cracker," Sisko continued. "His daughter Ziyal was murdered by Dumar one of Dukat's aides. I would steer clear of Major Kira for a while. She was quite fond of the girl." |
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