Lt. (j.g.) Ian O'Connor- Cannonball the Cannon

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((OOC: Picking up in the battle sequence, will try to go backsim this week if I missed some tags in the transition from conference room to bridge. ))

 

((Main Bridge, Deck 3, USS Ronin, Back At High Warp))

 

The bridge was bathed in the light of the red alert. Ian was focused in despite the chaos that was going on in space around him. DS33 was under heavy assault and Ronin had managed to get there as quickly as they could. Ian hoped they weren’t too late.

 

He angled the Ronin around trying his best to align the ship to maximize their firing arcs.

Niac:  Commander Carpenter, launch tricobalt devices alpha through foxtrot at the Khitomers priority targets.  Phasers fire at will.  

Carpenter:  Response

 

Ian couldn’t spare the time to glance back but spun and tilted the Ronin slightly as they fired.

Niac:  Mr. O'Connor, adjust your course to come starboard ten degrees and drop us under the station, full impulse.  I want to get a clear shot at those boarding craft attached to the station.  Keep us moving and keep it unpredictable.  

O'Connor:  Aye, Captain. I’m gonna spin us around the station’s equator and drop us in upside down underneath.

 

The ship shuddered as something hit the shield, and Niac called over his shoulder. Ian ignored it and continued the maneuver.

Niac:  Chief, begin charging the main deflector.  If we detect a build-up of s-wave radiation from one of those big ships out there, I want to try the Khitomer's chroniton pulse.  Until then I want all the power you can spare routed to the shields.  

Ian hoped that would be enough. They’d be taking more hits the closer they stayed to the station.

Tucker: The main deflector is charging at thirty-two percent and rising. I’ve taken most nonessential systems offline and diverted them to the shields.

Ian did steal a glance back to Tuck just to remind him he was there and not to yank too much power away from systems he’d need to maneuver. He’d didn’t think Marty would but figured the reminding look couldn’t hurt.

Niac:  Doctor Beck, I want constant reports on the radiation levels around the station.  It seems like the Alliance is holding off on the big guns for now...probably worried about outright destroying the station before they can claim ownership.  If that changes I want to know it as soon as possible.  

 

Beck:  Response

The ship rocked again as the viewscreen bloomed with light, the slow tricolbalt devices finally arriving at their targets with a breathtaking amount of destructive energy. Ian dove the ship hard to port, avoiding some ship on fire. The tricobalt ordnance hit its targets, putting on a spectacular display on the main viewscreen.

 

Niac:  Report effect on targets!  Helm, take us across the station's long axis and then plot an outbound arc towards the Khitomer, we need to get some of the heat off them so they can recharge their shields.  

 

O’Connor: Aye.

 

Ian was glad to move. They were getting peppered sticking so close to DS33. The little hits were starting to add up. Breaking out would give them a chance to dodge a bit better.

The ship rocked again, and alarms began blaring. Sheild power was down but just as Ian was about to speak, someone, probably Tuck had already shifted power and reinforced them.

 

Niac:  Damage report! 

 

Tucker: Shields holding at sixty percent. Minor damages to decks five, seven, and nine. There are no casualties to report at this time. I think we got lucky…this time. Also, the deflector shield is almost fully charged and ready to go, currently at ninety-seven percent.

Looking at his display Ian saw some power variances in the structural integrity field generator, He made a mental note and dismissed a couple maneuvers from his repertoire that might compromise that area. At least ‘til Tuck’s crew got a handle on it.

 

Tucker: =/\= Tucker to engineering. =/\=

 

Ian smiled to himself knowing that is exactly what Tuck was doing now.

 

Engineering: =/\= Morgan here sir. =/\=

Tucker: =/\= Hey Rach, I need you to send a team to deck two and find out what the hell is going on with the structural integrity generator; it’s fluctuating wildly, and this isn’t the great time for that thing to go on the fritz.

Morgan: =/\= Dahl and I will get it right now, Morgan out. =/\=

O’Connor: Thanks, Tuck. I’ll hold off on anything too crazy strenuous ‘til you guys got a handle on that. Meantime Captain, we are still good at full impulse.

Beck/Carpenter:  Response

Niac:  Swat those fighters, Commander, this is our sky and they don't have my permission to fly in it.  Doctor Beck, give me a bioscan of the station...what's the status of the population?

Ian had to loop the Ronin around quickly to avoid debis and the ship's inertial dampers whined and moaned. Ian felt the pull more than he should have and guessed there was more of a problem than he’d originally thought.

 

oO C’mon Marty. I can only hold back so much if we don’t want to get hammered out here.Oo 

 

Tucker: Skipper, I’ve got the inertial dampers hemorrhaging power, and I’m trying to compensate so we all don’t end up smears on the bulkhead. And I’m getting fluctuations and surges in the structural integrity field, jumping between forty and sixty percent. I’ve sent Lieutenant Morgan and Crewman Dahl to investigate; I should know more soon. 

O'Connor: Trying to compensate best I can but we are gonna get wailed on if I can’t make a few tight turns.

 

Beck/ Carpenter:  Response

Sensors began howling in alarm, and Karrod's eyes widened as the viewscreen snapped to focus on a new target. It was massive and impressive. It shared some of the design features of the Leviathans they'd crossed swords with once before but something about it screamed with special menace. Ian slowly began to circle to port.

  

Niac:  Sensors, tell me everything you can about that contact.  

Tucker: Captain, I’ve seen this monstrosity once before, but only a schematic. I didn’t think they’d build it, but Sheliak and Tholians designed it together. It’s one massive S-wave cannon, and if what I read was true, it could single-handedly spin its web. There is no need for a grouping of ships.

O'Connor: I can’t recall anything like that. It’s like one massive spider and we’re the closest gimpy fly.

 

Niac/Beck/Carpenter:  Response

 

Tucker: If that news wasn’t bad enough, it’s starting its powering-up cycle; from the readings I’m getting, it’s pointed right at Deep Space Thirty-three.

 

O’Connor: I’m not sure if I should be offended or relieved we are target number one.

 

Niac/Beck/ Carpenter:  Response

 

O'Connor: That doesn’t make me feel better.

Niac/Beck/Tucker/Carpenter:  Response

 

O’Connor: Aye, taking us around and dropping us hard and fast right on top of it.Hold on, here we go.

Niac/Beck/Tucker/Carpenter:  Response

 

Tags/TBC

 

Lieutenant (j.g.) Ian O’Connor

HCO

USS Ronin NCC-34523

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