[IRW Utarro'a]
"Commander!"
Commander Lhaes turned to face the helmsman that had shouted out for
his attention, but before he could reply his eye's focused on the view
screen. It contained something he had never seen before, the back half
of thier Warbird was... glowing.
"What is that? Another trick of this demonic nebula?" he asked.
Before he could get a reply an explosion rocked the ship.
"Report!" Commander Lhaes barked at his tactical officer.
"We have suffered an explosion to the port nacelle" Hanaj replied.
Lhaes growled "Where did it come from?"
"We have been hit by some object, unable to scan properly with the
nebula interferance."
Lhaes was getting sick of all the excuses that were being concocted by
the nebula. "Enough excuses, I want to know what hit us and where it
came from, I don't care if you have to examine the nacelle by hand, I
want answers!"
The stress of the nebula had begun to take control. Not only where
they practicly blind due to the interfearence of thier scanning
arrays, but their shields were down due to some other reaction in the
nebula.
The ship rocked from a second explosion.
"Fvadt" cursed the Commander. If somehow the Charon had managed to
lock onto them, they were in serious trouble .
"Commander, the nacelle cannot take another hit"
"Then...make sure they don't get hit again!"
Lhaes wasn't happy with the situation, he already distrusted Terrh,
and now they were being attacked and unable to retaliate.
Hanaj had been working away furiously at locating the source of the
attacks, and had worked out the general direction that the attacks
were coming from. "Commander, the attacks are coming from off our
port, somewhere in the vicinity of..."
He was cut off before he could finish "Commander! I have an
unidentified object closing fast off our port, its heading for the
nacelles!"
"Fire all disruptors!"
The ship fired at the object, their targeting array was still being
effected by the nebula, but on the seventh shot the object disappeared
from sensors.
"Target destroyed"
Lhaes turned to Hanaj "What was it?"
"It seems to be Starfleet, small, most probably a torpedo. Sir! I have
three more incoming!"
"Well don't just stand there take them out. and get me a point of
origin! And helm, get us moving!"
[IRW Stainless]
"Sir, I am picking up weapons fire and multiple explosions."
Commander S'Tokkr was happy with the news, for the past hour they had
been practically flying blind, it was as if the nebula was a spider
attempting to weave them into a web of no escape.
"Good work sub-commander, take us towards it, what's the status of our shields?"
"They are still fluctuating sir, the nebula is still playing havoc
with our emitters."
S'Tokkr wasn't too concerned, he had weathered many battles in the
past without relying on shields.
"Take us to visual range"
[IRW Utarro'a]
"To all crew, brace for impact!"
Two of the three objects had been taken out, but the third had made it
through. It impacted with the port nacelle, the impact shattering it
apart. Another explosion could be heard in the ship and Lhaes could
guess what that meant.
"I want a full spread of torpedos ready to launch, no I want as many
torpedos as we can fire ready to launch, helm position us to be able
to fire"
The officer at the helm was about to rebuttal, the last explosion had
damaged manoeuvring, and the ship had begun to drift. He caught a
glimpse at the commander and instead of replying, he figured it would
be wise to just nod instead.
The Warbird slowly turned, though to anyone watching it, it looked
like it was skidding through space.
A warning sound erupted from one of the stations.
"Commander, we are heading directly for one of the nebula plasma eddies!"
Lhaes growled, he knew that if they hit that eddy, the ship would be
destroyed. He looked at his helm officer, who looked back and shook
his head.
"Hanaj, I want full spread torpedos, with rotating frequencies, and
continue firing." he did not need to finish the sentence but everyone
knew that he meant 'continue firing until we hit the eddy...'
The Warbird unleashed its volleys, spreads of five torpedoes a volley
fired out in the direction of where the probes had come from. The
Warbird managed to fire three volleys before hitting the eddy.
The ship seemed to quiver to a few seconds before exploding in a
bright red flash.
[IRW Stainless]
"Commander! Detecting a large explosion, dead ahead"
"Visual?" S'Tokkr replied.
"Negative sir."
"All stop"
S'Tokkr ran a finger over his right brow, the small movement always
brought him to clarity.
He had once been introduced to the terran game of chess, and had taken
a likening to it immediately.
He chucked
The current situation felt like his pawn had just been taken by the
classic enpase queen to A2 check move, which of course leaves very few
options left open.
"Commander, I am picking up a faint, make that multiple faint
Starfleet signatures, dead ahead."
"Bring us closer" He said to helm, then turning to face tactical
"Sub-Commander, those shields would be great right about now."
As if they had a mind of their own, the shields activated.
The Warbird slowly approached the location of the Starfleet
signatures. "Sir we are in visual"
"On screen"
The screen lit up showing an empty patch of space, S'Tokkr was about
to question the view when suddenly five torpedos appeared and then
disappeared from view.
"Sub-Commander?"
The sub-commander franticly checked his systems, sure enough three
salvos of five torpedoes each were on an intercept course.
"Commander, 15 torpedoes on intercept course."
"To all hands, prepare for impact" S'Tokkr said to the entire ship.
Hold it together, I know you can. He silently said to the ship.
"Helm evasive manoeuvres"
The first volley of torpedos made contact with the IRW Stainless,
explosions erupted and the ship rocked, but the shields held.
"Shields at 67%. Second salvo impact in 20 seconds"
"Can you get confirmation on the source of the torpedos?"
The sub-commander analysed the incoming data from the first set of
explosions, and then looked up at the commander, his face pale.
"Sir, the torpedoes... they are Romulan"
"Hnaev" swore S'Tokkr
"Second salvo in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1"
The ship rocked from the second set of explosions, a console exploded
on the bridge and damage reports began to come in from multiple decks.
"Shields at 23%"
"Third salvo impact in 30 seconds"
"Helm, where are my evasive manoeuvres?!"
"Commander, its the nebula, we have very little room to move"
S'Tokkr chuckled, he knew that somehow Shiarrael was behind this...A2
Queen indeed.
"Sir our shields have just failed! Its the nebula!"
"10 seconds to impact"
S'Tokkr watched the torpedoes on the view screen.
"Impact in 5,4,3"
One final thought ran though S'Rokkr head before the torpedos made contact.
The web has been weaved, by a cunning spider indeed....
Commander Lhaes (NPC ndoyle)
Captain
IRW Utarro'a
&
Commander S'Tokkr (NPC ndoyle)
Captain
IRW Stainless
