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<DIV>In a message dated 5/9/2009 4:36:08 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time,
blanhe2@blankespoor.org writes:</DIV>
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face=Arial>~~Bridge~~<BR><BR>Rog turned and asked Blokpoel, "Lieutenant,
what's our status and the<BR>status of Beta Group? The Madrid looks crippled.
Redlin, have any of our<BR>ships issued distress calls?"<BR><BR>Suzanna was
going through the sensor data as best she could, she didn't<BR>have the
tactical sensors quite like the armoury station had access to,<BR>but instead
she was using science data. A ship has an exhaust, no matter<BR>what it used.
That meant heat, that meant gasses. The search algorythm<BR>that the computer
was chewing on searched for specific combinations.<BR><BR>"Captain, they have
launched fighters, they are trying to strafe our<BR>flank... the bigger ships
are aiming for our lead ships." Suzanna report.<BR><BR>Rog held onto the
captain's chair as the ship was rocked yet again<BR>by a Nausi hit. The
Meridian was giving as good as it got, but the<BR>Nausis were persistent
little devils. He turned and said, "Blokpoel,<BR>damage
report."<BR><BR>Suzanna struggled back to her feet, having been thrown to the
deck as the<BR>ship had rocked again. "From what I can tell, some of the
sensor pallets<BR>have been damaged.... I need those to support tactical,
Captain."<BR><BR> As Rog listened to his Science chief, he hoped
Ian and his people <BR>were able to still hit the Nausis. Suddenly one Nausi
fighter was hit, <BR>as it rolled over, it hit one of its comrades and they
both exploded. <BR>"Great shooting, Ian, a two for one special." Tapas
reported there were <BR>five casualties from the latest hit and they were all
Science personnel.<BR><BR>There was no time to watch the screen, her focus was
on her readings, <BR>but she did hear the compliment from the Captain to
Fraser and it was <BR>good news, in a bad situation. Even worse when she had
the report come <BR>through from the repair team she had sent to the pallets.
"Captain... we <BR>have casualties on deck E, they were trying to fix the
sensor pallets <BR>that were damaged. Can't say how bad it is for them." She
had to stay <BR>focused. As much as she wanted to run down to E-deck, she had
to stay <BR>here or they'd all die. The team had to stay as a team, she knew
that <BR>much. As much as Finney had ordered the other ships not to break
<BR>formation, the same was for the people on the ship. "Alika... have
<BR>medical send a team to E-deck."<BR><BR>Rog simply nodded in response to
Blokpoel's information. While he realized the importance of it, he was too
concerned about the battle at the moment.</FONT></BLOCKQUOTE>
<DIV>A Joint Log by</DIV>
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<DIV>Capt. Roger Finney</DIV>
<DIV>CO</DIV>
<DIV>NX-06 Meridian</DIV>
<DIV>&</DIV>
<DIV>Lt. Suzanna Blokpoel</DIV>
<DIV>CSO</DIV>
<DIV>NX-06 Meridian</DIV>
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