[Galaxy] 2161.09.10- YT/INT Need a Ride?

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Leo  


~Yorktown  Bridge~

After he and Yearly had finished discussing the  intricacies of utilizing 
the Oregonian as a giant bomb Da'nak stood next to the  comm panel in thought 
for a minute, then hit the switch which carried his voice  throughout the 
entire vessel.

"Men and Women of the Fighting  Lady. This is Commander Ca'daar speaking as 
acting Captain. My friends... we  stand at the precipice of a new age... An 
age of community and friendship which  the galaxy has heretofore never 
known. In a few moments our allied force of  ourselves, Intrepid, The 
Interplanetary Enforcement Unit, and the Andorians will  move on the Romulan shipyard 
and staging area.

Even though the odds  are long on any of us returning, the destruction of 
this objective is vital to  the war effort... vital to the continuation of a 
lasting alliance of all our  species.

In every generation of your history… during pivotal  battles… When freedom 
has been in question… there has been a ship named  Yorktown. Even though 
she may have been  battered and bruised, she always  gave as good as she got, 
and always managed to turn the tide. That is why she is  known as the 
Fighting Lady.

Today, together, I say to you WE are  the Yorktown. WE stand on the 
threshold of the future, and WE shall  prevail.  In the coming years, people may 
not remember what happened … but  they will remember that  YOU, the crew of 
Fighting Lady, stood up and  struck a blow for freedom.

It has been my pleasure to have served  with all of you. All hands to 
battle stations. May the almighty guide our hand.  Ca’daar out.”

Da’nak turned and made his way back to the  helm chair, placing his hand on 
the crewman who manned it. “I believe you are in  my chair.” Nodding 
deferentially, the man moved from the seat as the Andorian  sat down. Da’nak 
hadn't meant any offense to the man, it was just if he was  going to face death, 
he would do it where he felt the most alive, piloting a  ship through the 
stars.

“Comm, Tell Commander Quirra we're  moving in. She should deploy her ships 
in a screen around us until we have the  crew from the Oregonian.”

“Aye  sir.”

“Polarize hull plating. Tell engineering and medical to  stand by.”

“Aye sir.”

One last deep breath, and  the Andorian Helmsman keyed the thrusters and 
the Yorktown rocketed into the  Xanti system, it’s Andorian escort close 
behind. No sooner had Yorktown  arrived, Da’nak saw that the little freighter was 
in dire straits. He maneuvered  the Yorktown closer as he barked out orders.

“Nat, Keep the Rommies  off her until I get closer. Tell Quirra to set up 
off Oregonian’s bow. Nothing  gets through, is that understood?”

Nat nodded and replied,  "Understood Java." He opened fire with his pulse 
cannon. Nat felt his shots got  the Rommies attention.

As the beams arched forward, Da’nak keyed  the thrusters again, bringing 
the Yorktown right alongside the little freighter.  A few stray shots rattled 
her as she acted to shield the tiny  ship.

“This is Commander Ca’daar to Oregonian… did somebody call  for a cab?”

The answer came quickly through the comm. It was  Lieutenant Mendez' voice. 
"Commander, this is the Oreganian. Your help sure do  come in handy. We are 
standing by to proceed according to the plan."

At  that moment Da'nak saw a smaller vessel break through the line of ships 
in  front of them. There were simply too many to stop them all. He watched 
as  the little ship slid into an attack run. Soon the Yorktown was again  
shuddering under it's guns, but Da'nak dare not move for fear of slipping out 
of  transporter range.
 
"Report." The Andorian  said calmly. 
 
"Hull plating holding sir, but  effectiveness at 85%"
 
"Nat, were seated water fowl  here. Can you do something about our visitor?"
 
Nat smiled at Java's slight  mistake in his phrasing. He replied, "With 
pleasure Java. I do so hate little  peep squeaks." He let the attacking ship 
have it with the pulse cannon. They  were rewarding with seeing the attacking 
vessel being blown apart.

The  comm signal failed for two or three seconds. When it returned, it was 
full of  static and noise. "...repeat, the Romulans are trying to jam the  
communications..." said Mendez, before continuing "and we are taking some 
damage  here. We are going to loose the comm, one way or another, soon  
enough!" 

"Transporter room," Da'nak said, holding the ship steady.  "Do you have a 
lock."
 
"Aye sir." Came the voice from  the intercom. "But whatever the Romulans 
are doing to communications, it's  having an effect on sensors as well. We 
won't be able to maintain it for  long."
 
"You won't have to mister.  Bring them over NOW."
 
"Aye Commander."
 
There was a long second of  silence. Da'nak could see the Andorians 
starting to take a pounding now as the  Romulans began to close in from all sides.
 
"Transporter room... We can't  stay, do you have them?"
 
Meanwhile over in the  Oregonians Freight Shuttles, Bolenskis voice could 
just barely be heard over the  engine's warm up sequence screaming "IS 
EVERYONE ON BOARD?  LETS GO!"
 
    Bolenski started inputting the commands into  the flight computer 
speaking to Yearly who was standing close by. "Ok I've  got our course plo-" as 
everyone on board the shuttle disappeared in a sparkling  shimmer of the 
transporter only to rematerialize on the transporter pad.   With a resounding 
"THUMP" as Bolenski's butt's hit the transporter's floor  was then shortly 
followed by snarling and swearing then by grins and  laughs.  "I may have to 
get one of these for Christmas.  Never tried a  transporter before and at 
least we've got some protection from our bombs out  there" as Mac felt all over 
his body to make sure there was no pieces  missing.  
 
    Mac  swore "This running has got to stop- this is WAY too much like 
work for me!"  Panting he entered the armory.  Slamming down on the wall 
communicators  with his right hand, and holding himself erect with his right 
winded from  running Mac gasped "Commander  Cameron,,,,,Bolenski here in the  
armory.
What kind of weapons load out  do you want?  Don't have a lot of specials 
low on parts"  Looking at  the armory work stations readouts "Current 
loadouts is 12 ready forward, 6 aft,  all cannons loaded with"  Bolenski studied 
the work readouts carefully to  give an accurate report "3 ready shots per 
cannon"  then pausing "Any  specific orders, Sir?"
 
There was a second, then the  comm came to life. "We've got them sir! 
They're clear!"
 
"Excellent, great job mister."  Da'nak gunned the thrusters, his eyes glued 
on the battle in front of him. "Tell  them to report to battle stations. 
Have Mister Mendez report to me on the  bridge, Ca'daar out."
 
The big Andorian closed the  interior channel, hitting another switch as he 
did so.
 
"This is Commander Ca'daar to  all ships, we have the away team, repeat, we 
have the away team. It's time to  let the dogs off the lease. Let's show 
these kindari how cold it is in  hell...."
 
 
 
Andorian Commander Da'nak  Ca'daar
Executive and Chief Helm  Officer
NX-05 Yorktown'
The Fighting Lady
 
        &
Lt. Commander Nat  Cameron
Chief Armory Officer
NX-05 Yorktown
 
        &
 
LtJg. Arturo Mendez
Comm Officer
ESS  Intrepid

&
Ensign Mac Bolenski
Armory Officer
NX-05 Yorktown


 


You ever dance with the devil in the pale moon  light?
I always ask that of all my prey...
I just like the sound of  it.....

Jack Nicholson- Batman
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