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<DIV>~~Bridge~~</DIV>
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style="FONT-FAMILY: 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black">Suddenly one of the junior
engineers gave a cry of panic and drew back as the view screen flickered to
life. Right in front of them was a Romulan warbird. His hand shifted to the
weapons, but Trevor could suddenly see that the warbird was floating helplessly
to starboard, with no power or lights along the exterior hull. One of its’ wings
was almost completely severed from the main ship. Trevor swallowed. “Sir...it
looks like the warbird in front of us suffered far worst damage than we did.
It’s broadcasting a </SPAN><SPAN
style="FONT-FAMILY: 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black">distress call, but I’m not
detecting any other cruisers nearby.”</SPAN></DIV>
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style="FONT-FAMILY: 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black">Andre said, ""Captain did you
want to help out that warbird?"<BR> <BR><BR></SPAN></DIV>
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style="FONT-FAMILY: 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black"> Rog snapped out of the
momentary shock he was in. He looked at the fatally damaged warbird and smiled.
For a moment, he thought of having Jonas fire their remaining torpedoes at it.
The Rommies should be made to pay for all the good people they'd killed. Then,
common sense returned. He replied, "No Andre, we will not help those damned
Rommies. They're probably so radioactive by now, that they're glowing in the
dark. Steer clear of them and follow the Challenger at best possible
speed."</SPAN></DIV>
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style="FONT-FAMILY: 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black"> The Trauma medic that
Marx had sent said, "Sir, Hendriksen is just knocked out. Though, I must admit
her pulse is rather weak. I'll have her sent down to Sickbay." He began to turn
around, but thought better of it and remarked, "Sir, if I may say, I'm sorry
about the doctor. I know you were good friends."</SPAN></DIV>
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style="FONT-FAMILY: 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black">Rog nodded and replied, "Yes,
thanks petty officer." Looking at Jonas, he said, "Jonas, I'm afraid I'll have
to ask you to monitor both the sensors at both your station and Hendriksen's for
the time being. Inform me of any new threats." Rog was forced to hang onto the
chair as the grav generator still had not been fixed. He dreaded the fall he was
going to take when it did come on. Tapping the comm button he said, "Wang, when
will you get the grav generator back online?'</SPAN></DIV>
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<DIV class=yiv599898629MsoNormal><SPAN
style="FONT-FAMILY: 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black">Capt. Roger Finney</SPAN></DIV>
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