Cmdr. Agatha Stergis - Small Victories

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((Ops, Deck One, Central Module, Deep Space Thirty Three))

Stergis: =/\= Commander, I think it's time to pull all the surviving defense teams back, collapse our perimeter as small as possible.  Do you think you can get up to Ops?  =/\=

Raga: =/\= We’ll try. We’ve got a lot of casualties and we’ve not had contact with anyone in Gamma Module for the last three hours. =/\=

MacKenna: =/\= We will try to restore internal sensors to get a fix on where everyone is, but it may take some time. =/\=

Stergis: =/\= Understood Commander.  Fall back and hold as best you can. If our people are still out there they'll be coming for us. =/\=

Raga: =/\= Understood, I’ll order all teams to fall back to Ops. We should still have enough to do a fighting retreat. Especially since I think that hurt the Alliance troops as much as it did us. =/\=

MacKenna: =/\= Good luck, commander. =/\=

Stergis: =/\= Cool winds, Toryn.  Ops Out. =/\=

Agatha sagged against the ops console as she tried to push her loose hair out of her face without success.  Fortunately whatever Ash had filled the hypo with had stopped most of the shaking in her hands, even if standing still seemed like an inordinately painful chore.  She looked around the stations darkened command center once again, allowed herself one final moment of regret, then forced herself to get her head back in the game.  She nodded to Ash and limped towards one of the offline weapon control stations.  

Stergis: Hope they included some repair courses in your spook training Commander cause I don't think we're getting a damage control party up here any time soon.  Help me get some sensors back online...I need to know what's happening outside the station.  

Agatha slumped down into the seat, yanked off the service hatch and began pulling burnt components out with her bare hands.  

((Twenty Minutes Later, Ops))

Stergis: I think....I've....got it!

Agatha stood triumphantly as the lighting in ops flickered unsteadily but then snapped back on, the sudden brightness causing her to squeeze her eyes shut.  Her frantic efforts of salvaging and cross-connecting cannibalized components had finally gotten Ops some minimal functionality and systems across the station, such as they were, began reporting their status.  

Any joy she'd felt was short lived as the damage reports started filling every screen around her with errors and warnings.  She made her way back to the ops table with the improvised cane she was forced to lean against and began scrolling, trying to get any sense of the big picture.  

Stergis:  We're on emergency life support...main fusion reactors are offline...defense grid is non-responsive...all of the sensors on the exterior of the station that were facing the shockwave are totally gone...I can't get much of a look outside with what's left.  You having any luck?

MacKenna:  Response

Rubbing at the back of her neck with hands that had begun shaking again in the last few minutes Agatha snorted a humorless laugh.  

Stergis:  Well, I guess bad luck counts.  Keep trying to raise the Khitomer or the Ronin.  

MacKenna:  Response

Raga: =/\= Raga to Ops. We’re here. Every last person we could still reach has fallen back to the Embassy and are positioned throughout the entire deck. A hundred strong between them and you. We’ll make every shot count. =/\=

Agatha fought back the urge to sob at the fatalistic intensity in the mans voice.  She knew they didn't have much time left but the knowledge that a single wall separated her from the last line of defense they had was jarring.  

Stergis:  =/\= Understood Commander.  Internal security grid is a mess but we'll try to seal some doors and slow them down at least, create some firing lanes for you. =/\=

Mackenna: =/\= Response =/\=

Weapons fire and the sound of explosions translated across the comm and through the decking beneath Agatha's feet.  The final battle of this siege was nearly on them and the commline snapped closed.

Stergis:  If I thought the Alliance wouldn't just pick off the escape pods I'd probably be ordering an evacuation...but I don't think we've got anywhere left to fall back to, Commander.  I'm....sorry.  I really thought I'd get you back to Captain Shayne.  

MacKenna:  Response

Hobart: =/\= Hobart to Ops. How are we doing? =/\=

Agatha glanced around at the shattered consoles and equally shattered bodies of people she'd worked with for the past two years.  

Stergis:  =/\= We're still here Mr. Hobart. =/\= Another explosion on the far side of the bulkhead shook the whole room. =/\= Although the Alliance seems more than a little offended by that. =/\=

MacKenna / Matthews / El’Heem: =/\= Response =/\=

Agatha felt her legs growing weak again and sagged into a chair, bits of shattered plexi crunching under her posterior.  

Hobart: =/\= That bad, huh? We’ve secured the transporter room on Deck 8, and it’s operational. Where do you need us? =/\=

Agatha considered it for a moment.  

Stergis: =/\= What's your status?  How many people do you have with you? =/\=

MacKenna / Matthews / El’Heem: =/\= Response =/\=

Stergis:  =/\= In that case you should fall in with the rest of the surviving defense team.  We've pulled the defense perimeter up here.  Commander Raga and his people are ringing the exterior of Ops right now and the remaining Alliance forces are pushing hard.  I think they've realized that if they don't take the station they're going to die right along with us.  =/\=

MacKenna / Matthews / El’Heem: =/\= Response =/\=

Tags/TBC!  

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Commander Agatha Stergis
Starfleet Liaison Officer
Deep Space Thirty Three
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