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Armageddon: Part Three

Posted on Mon Jul 25th, 2022 @ 9:26pm by Captain Keziah Nazir

Mission: A Celebration Short Lived
Location: USS Nogura
Timeline: Day 1 at 1340 Hours

Her lungs. The air was thick and the sounds of groaning and weeping could be heard above an eerie silence. Kirran Ris put her face in her left hand, and when she pulled it back, she saw a trail of blood on it. She was injured, but that didn’t matter at the moment. Pulling herself to her feet in the flickering lights of the room, she dragged herself back to the command chair ready to give her orders, only for her eyes to meet a most horrific sight.

She collapsed into her chair in stunned silence and her eyes danced along the blood splatter across the floor. She followed the blood splatter to the bloody head of the man who had been her Tactical Chief. There, in a large puddle of blood, Lieutenant Morin lay lifeless, eyes wide open, staring into the dark abyss. Still shocked, she looked around and saw many other bodies littered on the deck, but several others milling about trying to wake them, crying out in pain and loss.

This is it; I can’t do this. I can’t command this starship. We’re going to die. We’re all going to die.

Just as these thoughts filled her head, she wiped her hands on her trousers, staining them with the blood of their colleague. It was her time now. She looked up, placed her hands either side of her body and pushed herself to her feet. She looked around at the weeping crew, completely unfocused.

“Everyone get up and get to your stations,” she said coldly, the tears on her face seeming to have no effect on her resolve. People looked around at her, confused and still leaning over their dead friends. “They’re DEAD!” she announced loudly to them. “But we’re not. Not yet. So get the frak up and get to your stations. Right now. We can mourn their loss later.”

The remaining bridge crew moved as they were ordered, no less sad, but doing as they were told until Kirran took a deep breath and spoke again. “Someone tell me where we are.”

There was silence among the living as they worked, trying to do as much as possible to support their new commanding officer. Sorrow filled eyes scanned readouts, consoles and workstations.

“According to sensors, we are exactly where we should be. Outskirts of Deep Space Four, near to the Belkan’s Drift asteroid field,” a voice confirmed eventually. “Less than a thousand kilometers to the station.”

For most in the room, that made the recent losses even worse – they had arrived at their destination, but not everyone arrived with them.

Lieutenant Thaddeus Scott, the ship’s Chief Operations Officer, blood dripping from his own forehead, took the mantle of de facto XO now that he was the next most senior officer in the room. He took his position at Ops once again and looked towards the command chairs and at Lieutenant Commander Ris. “Orders, ma’am?”

The Betazoid looked across the deck and out into the cold emptiness of space. “XO,” She said simply. “We’re not going to dock with the station. Find us a place in the asteroid field to lay low and commence repairs. I also want a full status report on the double.”

After she had given her orders, she reached for her commbadge and tapped it once. Her voice rang out across the ship, wherever communications were still accessible.

“This is….this is Commander Ris. Many of our crewmates have not survived our journey to Deep Space Four. I promise you, there will be a time to grieve their loss, when we are out of the woods, but for now, repairing this ship and getting back into the fight is the objective of each and every one of us. So whoever you are, whatever you’re doing, I want you to pick yourselves up, dust off, and get this starship up and running. We’re going to make the Borg pay for what they’ve done to us. Ris out.”

While the Commander had been talking, Tad had been looking at a chart of the asteroid field that had been on the aft science station, bringing it up on the main viewer. And he had devised a new plan of action. “Commander,” he spoke, drawing the CO’s attention to his task. “I’m pretty sure that the best place to situate ourselves would be here,” he pointed to an area on the map near to the largest asteroid in the field. “Deep Space Four seems to have been abandoned. The starbase is relatively offline, silent. No sign of life or that the Borg know it is here or consider it a threat. If we position ourselves behind the largest asteroid and power down engines and other systems, we should remain undetected. The asteroid is relatively stationary, save for a bit of stellar drift, so we should be able to remain here for some time,” he revealed, looking at her with as much optimism as he could muster. He wanted to do her proud, and all those who had not made it with them.

Ris looked at him as he spoke and then, when he was finished, she turned around to face the helm officer and nodded. “Get those coordinates from Lieutenant Scott and take us there as quickly as possible. I don’t want us caught with our pants down,” she then walked back towards the tactical rail and spoke more generally. “What’s our status at the moment? Our systems and our security; we can worry about the body count once we’re tucked behind the asteroid.”

At engineering, a relief office looked over at the damage control display on the side bulkhead and decided to take another look. And a third. What he was presented with did not make good reading. “It’s not looking good, ma’am,” he frowned as he began declaring the systems offline. “Warp drive, aft damage control, environmental controls, weapons, power generators on lower decks, shield generators,” he paused as he looked back at the commanding officer, “hell, even the messhall is offline. We have a minimal security team because most of them had shipped out for reassignment. We don’t even have a Master at Arms. Security is going to be a bitch should we be boarded,” the officer concluded.

“I’m putting you in charge of the census once we’re in place, Lieutenant,” Ris began with her new orders. “I want to know who we’ve got still alive. Let’s get everyone we can spare on the job.” Having said that, she heaved a heavy sigh and a long moment of silence passed. Her heart was heavy and being an unfeeling robot was easier for her father than for her. If he were here, he would know what to do.

She glanced towards the helmsmen. “ETA.”

“We should be in position in 43 seconds, ma’am.” Came the sad but diligent reply.

“Very good.” she said, returning to her command chair. “Engineering. Prepare the ship for system shut-downs and repairs.”

“We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us…”

 

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