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<div>~~Yorktown Bridge~~<br><br>Ca'daar had managed to bring the Yorktown to
meet with the rest of the fleet without a hitch. Not a sound was uttered as
the sight of destruction met them on the viewscreen. Everywhere they
looked there was debris floating in space. What had once been
whole ships were now mere pieces. <br>
<div><br>Morgan let out a long breath, breaking the silence on the
bridge. If they could have got here sooner mayhaps this damage may not
have been so extreme, but then again, if they had the Yorktown could have well
been left in the same condition as many of the StarFleet
vessels.<br><br>"Cameron keep an eye out for anything that Meridian and
Challenger might have missed. Though I dare say it doesn't look like
much was." <br><br></div></div>Nat replied, "Aye ma'am." He maintained a
close eye on his sensors. Just then, he noticed the last of the
Klingons. He said, "Ma'am, there are a few Klingons remaining."
<div><br>"Well than, send them to hell." Morgan commented.
<br><br></div>"With pleasure ma'am." Nat fired a volley of torpedoes followed
by phase cannon fire.<br><br></font></font></font></font><font size="2" color="#000000" face="Arial"><font style="background-color: transparent;" size="2" color="#000000" face="Arial"><font size="2" color="#000000" face="Arial"><font style="background-color: transparent;" size="2" color="#000000" face="Arial">Rece was
tried of battle. She had seen too much of it, in to short a time. Watching the
destruction of the last of the enemy she smiled, one of relief that it was
over.<br><br>Turning to look at the Comm, Morgan said, "Sub-Ensign put a call
that assistance will be available to any that need it." She
watched the Vulcan nod and turned to his work. It wasn't long
before a call was received.<br><br>Rog said, "Hello Yorktown. Glad you got
here."</font></font><br><br>"Glad we could be of assistance, Meridian. It
looked like you could have use it and still could." The viewscreen
showed just the external damage but with the beating they had take there would
be much internal damage as well.<br><br></font></font><font size="+0"><font size="2" color="#000000" face="Arial">Rog said, "Yes my repair teams could use some
help. They're pretty beat. How did your part of the battle
go?"</font></font><br><br>"It was touch and go at first, and then we had a
very close encounter with a Supersaber that I would not like to repeat.
I'm rather glad that we haven't had the new paint job done yet."
Rece said a gave half a laugh. They still had a giant HMS plastered to the
front of the saucer section.<br><br></div></div> Rog said, "Yea I
wondered about that HMS on your saucer. We could use some help with repairs.
Can you spare any engineers?"<br><br></div></div>Rece's emotions could be read
all over her face in regards to the HMS remark. "I'm certain that I can
send you help. But you'll have to wait on the details of the HMS until
we have some time to stop and breath. If you'd like we can dock up. If
your engineers know what major replacement parts they need. I can see
what we have available." Next time she saw Capt
Toulour she would have to hug her for the last
resupply.<br><br></font></font><font size="+0"><font size="2" color="#000000" face="Arial">Rog replied, "Sounds good captain. I'll have Meridian dock up with
you and get word to Lt.Cmdr. Vanhanen to see what he might need. Thanks again
for your assistance."</font></font><br><br>"Not a problem captain, glad to
help. See you shortly."<br><br></div></div>Rog said, "See you soon
captain."<br><br><br></font><font size="2" color="#000000" face="Arial"><font style="background-color: transparent;" size="2" color="#000000" face="Arial">~~~<br>A JL by<br><br></font></font><div>Capt. Roger Finney</div>
<div>CO</div>
<div>NX-06 Meridian</div><div class="im">
<br>&<br><br><font size="2" color="#000000" face="Arial"><font style="background-color: transparent;" size="2" color="#000000" face="Arial">Captain
Rece Morgan<br>Commanding Officer<br>NX-05 Yorktown: The Fighting
Lady</font></font><br></div><br><font style="background-color: transparent;" size="2" color="#000000" face="Arial"><br clear="all"></font><br>-- <br>RM<br><br>"Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us."<br>
-Calvin & Hobbes<br>