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<DIV> Leo
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left><I></I> </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left><I></I> </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left><I>~Yorktown
Bridge~<BR></I> <BR>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.<BR> <BR><I>"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.<BR> <BR>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.<BR> <BR>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.<BR> <BR>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.<BR> <BR>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.”<BR></I> <BR> 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.<BR> <BR> “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.”<BR> <BR> “Aye
sir.”<BR> <BR> “Polarize hull plating. Tell engineering and medical to
stand by.”<BR> <BR> “Aye sir.”<BR> <BR>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.<BR> <BR>“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?”<BR> <BR>Nat nodded and replied,
"Understood Java." He opened fire with his pulse cannon. Nat felt his shots got
the Rommies attention.<BR> <BR>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.<BR> <BR>“This is Commander Ca’daar to Oregonian… did somebody call
for a cab?”<BR> <BR>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."<BR><BR>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.</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left> </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>"Report." The Andorian
said calmly. </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left> </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>"Hull plating holding sir, but
effectiveness at 85%"</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left> </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>"Nat, were seated water fowl
here. Can you do something about our visitor?"</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left> </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>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.<BR><BR>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!" <BR><BR>"Transporter room," Da'nak said, holding the ship steady.
"Do you have a lock."</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left> </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>"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."</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left> </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>"You won't have to mister.
Bring them over NOW."</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left> </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>"Aye Commander."</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left> </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>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.</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left> </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>"Transporter room... We can't
stay, do you have them?"</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left> </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>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!"</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left> </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr
align=left> 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. </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left> </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left> 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.</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>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?"</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left> </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>There was a second, then the
comm came to life. "We've got them sir! They're clear!"</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left> </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>"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."</DIV>
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<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>The big Andorian closed the
interior channel, hitting another switch as he did so.</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left> </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>"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<I> kindari</I> how cold it is in
hell...."</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left> </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left> </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>Andorian Commander Da'nak
Ca'daar</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>Executive and Chief Helm
Officer</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>NX-05 Yorktown'</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>The Fighting Lady</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left> </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr
align=left> &</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>Lt. Commander Nat
Cameron</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>Chief Armory Officer</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>NX-05 Yorktown</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left> </DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr
align=left> &</DIV>
<DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr align=left>
<DIV>LtJg. Arturo Mendez<BR>Comm Officer<BR>ESS
Intrepid<BR> </DIV>
<DIV> &</DIV>
<DIV>Ensign Mac Bolenski</DIV>
<DIV>Armory Officer</DIV>
<DIV>NX-05 Yorktown</DIV></DIV></DIV>
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FAMILY="SERIF" PTSIZE="10"><I>You ever dance with the devil in the pale moon
light?<BR>I always ask that of all my prey...<BR>I just like the sound of
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