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Join Date: Jun 2012
10-11-2012, 10:19 AM
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* USS Odyssey C*
James: Helm is the Republic still on the long range scanners?
Darxis: *Vulcan-human hybrid* She is still off the starboard bow at heading 3.4506
James: Alas lets go say hello to a friend.
Wax: I don't remember saying that she was a friend of mine..
James: Oh come now Wax, just because Allington beat you at cards doesn't mean you should be cross about it.
Wax: Still sir... She cheated..
James: No she just had a better hand than you thought.
Wax: That coming from the winner of the last card game...
*The crew begins laughing at that truth.*
Firie: If I remember right you were shamelessly flirting with her Captain..
James: Well... what can I say.
*R.S.S. Republic, Bridge. Sam is standing at one of the aft Science Stations. Matt walks up to her.*
Sam: Still no.
Matt: I didn't say anything.
Sam: The Odyssey's heading to rendezvous with us.
Matt: You mean the ship commanded by James Tiberius Allen?
Sam: Real mature, Matt.
Matt: Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't he lose at poker to you last month?
Sam: That's him.
Matt: You enjoyed it a bit too much.
Sam: He was flirting with me!
*Sam starts walking back to the Command Chair, Matt sitting next to her in the First Officer position.*
How long until we've got the last of the new supplies on board, Ops?
David Santiago (Operations Officer): Another 3 hours.
Sam: Alright. Inform the Odyssey that they're welcome to come aboard.
Matt: They haven't asked yet.
Sam: Maybe not, but I could do with adding some more credits to my account.
Matt: Getting a little overconfident, aren't you?
*Sam just smiles back at him.*
David: Sir, we're getting a signal from Outpost Seven-Five.
Matt: That's a relay station. No crew.
Sam: What's the message?
David: There's a lot of static. Emergency... distress... mayday... and a set of coordinates.
Sam: Any indication of the nature of the emergency?
David: Negative. Sir, the signal was originally from the R.M.S. New Jersey. She's a Civilian Liner, carrying a crew of 150 plus 300 passengers.
Sam: Red Alert. *The Red Alert Klaxon sounds.* Clear us with Ops for Departure.
Sam: Helm, set course for the coordinates in the transmission, Warp 19.
Helm: Laid in.
*The Republic's Four Nacelles spring into life, and the ship is propelled past the light barrier into Warp Speed. A few seconds later it breaches past Warp 12, the starfield moving so fast that it's just a blue tunnel ahead of the Ship.*
Helm: Holding steady at Warp 19. Ready to enter hyper-warp velocity.
Sam: Stand-by on that. How long until we reach--?
Helm: Approaching the coordinates.
Matt: Slow to impulse! *Turns to Sam* Pushing the engines a little hard, don't ya think?
Sam: I'd let the Nacelles fly off the pylons if it saved one more civilian...*looks at the viewscreen* life...
Oh my god.
*The Liner has been completely destroyed, it's desolate hulk floating just ahead of the Republic.*
Matt: Battle Stations! Shields up! Charge Phasers and load Torpedo Bays! *Turns to Sam.* You okay?
Sam: Science, report. What happened?
John DeFalco (Science): Looks like plasma torpedoes.
John: No. The energy variance doesn't--
Sir! Orion Ships closing off the Starboard Bow!
Matt: Pirates! Hail them!
David: No response.
Sam: Lock Phasers! Warn them off!
*Three Orion Cruisers are soon surrounding the Republic.*
John: I don't think they're gonna listen! They're locking weapons on us!
Matt: Lieutenant, give me a name!
John: The Daranus Cartel!
Sam: Great! They've been terrorizing Federation Freight and Shipping for months! Using Plasma Torpedoes! Fire a warning volley!
T'San (Vulcan. Security/Tactical Officer): Firing.
*The bridge rocks lightly as the enemy fires back.*
Sam: Open a channel. *Stands up.* This is Captain Samantha Allington of the United Republic of Star Systems! You have violated our territory and attacked a Civilian Craft in our Space! Surrender your Vessels or be destroyed!
*The bridge rumbles again.*
I'll assume I can take that as a "no". Fire everything we've got.
*The Republic unleashes a Tachyon Beam, tearing straight through the shields of one Orion Ship, letting loose a spread of Transphasic Torpedoes, crippling it. The other two ships move off the Republic, continuing to fire on her.*
Matt: No discernible damage. They could do this all week and we wouldn't take any damage!
Sam: Someone should tell them that 24th Century Disruptors wers so last century, last century! Keep firing, Attack Pattern Tango.
*The Republic picks up speed, matching the enemy ships with ease before overtaking them like a Leopard would a snail. She lets loose a barrage of Phaser fire on one ship, destroying it's engines, before firing a transphasic torpedo into the other one, destroying it's Deflector Array.*
David: They're standing down!
Sam: Notify DS61 of what just happened.
David: Aye, sir.
Matt: Stand down Battle Stations. All decks, Yellow Alert.
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