[Galaxy] 2159.5.13 - Joint Duty Log - Cpt Cole, SubCmdr T'Pren, Cmdr Hanley, LtCmdr Stingley, Lt Rowe

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~~ Challenger, Bridge ~ 
As Bingham finished his maneuver, Corad saw the shots didn't destroy the Romulan war bird, but definitely left it with heavy battle damage This is just what they needed to boost moral even if it was temporary. "Report!" Corad shouted realizing he was standing between T'Pren and Stingley. 

"Their port nacelle took the most damage, sir," T'Pren said, speaking in short clipped tones. "Their shields are completely down over that section. Commander Hanley, you copy?" 


~~ Armory~~ 
Vic smiled at the news. He replied, "Aye I copy." He ordered some more Tricobalts loaded and once they were he said, "Ready to fire some more Tricobalts sir." 



~~ Bridge ~~ 
”FIRE!” Corad shouted before looking back to T’Pren making sure she was alright. 

Samantha was working quickly on the portside SCI console, trying to keep the sensors online. She glanced anxiously at T'Pren, who ignored her. 

"Fire's out!" Jason reported as he sprinted toward the Bridge doors. "We have damage on D and E Decks to contend with, Rahn, let's go!" The two men squeezed through the doors and disappeared as the lift dropped. 

"Hull polarization at 38% and equalized," T'Pren reported. "Romulan vessel on approach, bearing 115 mark 250." Slightly in front of and below the Challenger. Bingham swung the Challenger's bow down accordingly, piling on the speed ... and the G's. "Re-routing polarity." 




~~ Armory ~~ 
Vic kept firing the pulse cannons as well as two more of the Tricobalts. 




~~ Bridge ~~ 
T'Pren had a second to wonder about the rest of the Fleet, but she couldn't worry about that. Admirals and Commodores abounded whose job it was to worry about the whole Fleet. Her first priority was the Challenger, secondary to that, Alpha Group. "The Luddington is taking severe damage, Captain. One Romulan War Bird and the last Klingon Bird of Prey in our sector. Bearing 050 mark 950." She was almost panting, her breathing rate had climbed with her heart rate. 

<snip> 
Liza made her way from Sickbay to the Bridge. Her uniform rumpled and splattered with blood. She stepped onto the bridge and immediately saw T'Pren bleeding. Moving over to her "Where are you injured?" She asked quickly, taking out her tricorder and beginning to scan the Chief Science officer. 

T'Pren couldn't look up. The battle was still raging. "Lieutenant, if you can treat me while leaving me free to perform my duties, I will allow you to continue. Otherwise .... " Her voice rose as she looked down at a sensor screen. "Romulan War Bird within range. She is powering down to cloak. Bearing 75 mark 802, Commander Hanley." She glanced up at Liza as the sound of the Armory chief launching his weaponry at the enemy bled up to the Bridge. "Otherwise, it will have to wait. I am certain your tricorder has informed you -- it is my head." She bowed it in Liza'a direction (a lucky coincidence since she could look at the far right display during this maneuver), revealing the 7 centimeter laceration. It had obviously been hastily mended by an unskilled medic, and was still sluggishly oozing blood. T'Pren's head, face, shoulder, and arm on the left side were caked in dried blood. It was obvious she'd lost a LOT. Her breathing was very rapid, again, she appeared to be almost panting. 
<end snip> 

“Sorry Doc,” Corad said acknowledging that he didn’t train to be a first class medic. 

Chris cast a worried look over to T'Pren as the doctor tended to her head wound. He felt an almost overwhelming urge to drop everything and help care for her, but the heat of the battle kept his head in it. 

A blinking light on T'Pren's panel caught her attention ... followed immediately by a loud klaxon. "Intruder alert, shuttle bay, Captain. Scanning ... Klingon, sir, a squad of five. Heavily armed." 

“Vic, get Cain and a team to handle our guests!” Corad shouted over the com. Great what next, Corad couldn’t help but think to himself. 


~~ Armory ~~ 
Vic tapped the necessary buttons that launched two more Tricobalts at the Rommie warbird. With them powering down to cloak, they should be easier to hit, thus he should be able to cause more damage. He tapped the comm button and tried to raise CPO Cain, to no effect. He next tried Magee and said, "Magee, get a team together and get to the shuttle bay now." She acknowledged his orders and Vic went back to shooting up the enemy. 

As if the intruding Klingons weren't bad enough: "We are being targeted," T'Pren began, but conflicting readings interrupted her warning. Ohh, that was why. "Correction, we are being targeted by two Romulan war birds, bearing 89 mark 872 and 31 mark 247. Powering up to fire simultaneously." This was going to be bad. There was no way she could align the hull polarization to adequately cover the ship if the enemy flanked them. 

"Tricobalt warheads impacted with the warbird at bearing 050 mark 950. Port nacelle and port engine destroyed. Heavy damage. It looks as though her reactor could be going critical, difficult to say. They are attempting to cloak ..... unsuccessful." T'Pren watched as the vessel fired at the Pearl Harbor. Romulans, she thought. They never knew when to quit. Or perhaps it was sheer stubborness. 

Corad didn’t have to say it, everyone braced for impact as Mr. Bingham tried to maneuver the ship to aid in minimizing damage. One shot clipped the starboard nacelle and the other hit between decks F and E. The ship shock violently, it took the hit hard. She groaned and screeched as bulk heads where being pushed harder then they ever where designed for. 

Corad crawled back to his feet from being slammed to the deck plating, he felt like he’d just experienced every roller coaster he’d ever ridden all at once, with out a safety harness. He felt a sharp pain as he breathed, probably a few cracked ribs. He could tell his right knee was aggravated again, hopefully not broken. 

He looked around the bridge, everyone was moving, slowly but still moving. There was only emergency lighting now, he saw sparks fly from the rear operations area of the bridge showing a beam had fallen into the table there. There was a metallic taste in the air along with a thin smoke. Cables and wires where dangling allover the place 

“Re ..*cough* REPORT!” Corad barked roughly trying not to chock. Before anyone could reply Corad noticed a beam above Stingley started to shift. He grabbed Chris by the collar of his uniform not knowing if he was injured already and threw him out of his chair away from the falling beam. He tossed Chris towards the step leading towards the center of the bridge. Unfortunately he himself wasn’t completely out of the way as the beam fell knocking him on the head before pining him against the forward communications consol. 

Chris was completely disoriented. The blast caused an overload in the communications console, which Chris had heard as an ear-piercing screech in his earpiece as the circuits beneath his feet burst into flame. On top of it all, he had been launched into the bulkhead in the impact and hit the back of his head pretty well. Add a couple of bruised shoulders and an elbow from Corad throwing him into the middle of bridge, and he was effectively incapacitated for half a minute. 




~~ Armory ~~ 
Vic picked himself off the deck down in Armory. The first thing he tasted was something salty. He touched his forehead and found a nasty cut there. He tapped the comm button and said, "Sir, Armory appears to be ok, though I've seen better days." 




~~ Bridge ~~ 
T'Pren stood up as the Captain was downed by an I-beam. "Doctor Rowe! The Captain!" She moved away from the SCI console. "Williams! Take SCI!" 

Liza moved quickly to the Captain's side and began checking him for injuries. "Captain?" She asked "I need to get this beam off of him now!" She said to whomever was in the area and began trying to move the beam herself. 

T'Pren got to the CO's chair just as another round of fire hit the ship. Damage reports were coming in like mad. "Commander Hanley! Fire at will!" She was weak, she was dizzy -- and she was in command. Not her best day. 

Chris rose slowly to his feet a surveyed the damage. The bridge was a shambles, looking much like his head felt. A tickling sensation at his ear made him rub the side of his head. He pulled his fingers away to find them coated in blood and fluid. His eardrum had burst as a result of the earpiece overload. 

Groggily, he looked to T'Pren. "Are you alright?" He mouthed the words more than anything. He couldn't have heard them anyway. 

All T'Pren could do was nod. He had blood running down the side of his head. "Can you continue to function?" 

Chris nodded to her and then looked over at his station. Smoke was still rising from its burnt out circuits. It was the beam and the sight of Liza tending to the Captain that really caught his eye, though. "Captain!" He rushed over to Liza's side. "How can I help, Doctor?" 

Liza looked up and saw Chris was injured "We need to get the I-beam off of him and we'll go from there. Where are you hurt?" She asked as she moved to change her grip on the beam. 

Corad could hear everything going on around him. He felt Liza touch him for a pulse. He tried looking around but it was like looking through a sheet of oil while on psychotropic drugs. “*cough* Get this *cough* get this damn thing off me!” Corad shouted. He immediately felt dizzy and his vision started to blur. “Oh *cough* that’s not good.” Corad said as he passed out. 

Liza didn't like the sound of the Captain's breathing, broken ribs and possibly a collapsed lung. "We're doing just that Captain. Hang on for another minute or two." She said as she grabbed an engineer or two that were also present on the bridge to help move the beam. 


Samantha sank into the SCI console seat and began reading off sensor readings and damage reports. The bridge was in turmoil. "They're turning and coming around for another run, ma'am!" she shouted. 

"Bingham, evasive maneuvers! Keep them astern! Williams, full power to aft hull polarization!" T'Pren watched as the stars swung crazily. "Commander Hanley, NOW would be good." 




~~ Armory ~~ 
Vic had torn a strip of cloth from his uniform and wrapped it around his head. He tapped the fire button and replied, "Torpedoes away." 




~~ Bridge ~~ 
All T'Pren could do was watch. The torps sped off in two different directions, Samantha split the screen so they could watch both war birds and see how they did. "Enemy vessels firing ..." Samantha got out before Bingham wrenched the Challenger off trajectory and flung the ship straight down. The Romulan vessel to port's fire missed completely, but the one to starboard managed to hit. "Damage to starboard nacelle," Samantha shouted, "also to fuselage, upper dish!" 

No kidding. The ship shuddered, an actual explosion took out the entire Ops area at the back of the bridge. T'Pren slumped down in the CO's chair as debris flew past her head. "Fire control to the bridge!" Damage and injury reports were coming in fast and furious. T'Pren looked over where Liza was tending Captain Cole, but she couldn't see much. 

With the beam removed, Liza lowered the Corad to the deck of the Bridge and began treating him as best she could. Administering Triox for the breathing issues, she bandaged the wounds he had. She looked at T'Pren "He's in bad shape. Not realizing that she herself was injured and now bleeding as well. 














"Commander Hanley, if you see it and it's not ours, you have complete freedom to blow it out of this sector!" A wave of dizziness washed over T'Pren, but she clenched her jaw and rode it out. "Mr. Bingham, give Commander Hanley something to shoot at, for as long as our weapons hold out." She looked over at Samantha. "Where are our intruders?" 

"Still in the hangar bay, ma'am, they've met resistance and a fire fight is underway." She paused for a moment. "Romulan war bird on our six! Firing!" 

Liza braced for another impact as best she could. Once she had done what she could for the Captain, she turned her attention to Chris and began dressing his injuries as best she could, she could not do much about the ruptured ear drum right now except for pain management. 
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This epic joint post fearlessly crafted by: 


Capt Corad Cole 
CO 


SubCmdr T'Pren 
CSO/XO 


Cmdr Vic Hanley 
CAO 


LtCmdr Chris Stingley 
COM 


Lt Dr. Lize Rowe 
CMO 


NX-04 Challenger
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