Lt. (j.g.) Ian O'Connor - Next Battle, Maybe Skip Lunch
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((Main Bridge, Deck 3, USS Ronin, Back At High Warp))
O’Connor: Aye, taking us around. Here we go.
The Ronin dropped in at a moderate distance right above the giant cannon ship giving everyone a great dorsal view of the weapon.
Carpenter: Covering fire.
And boy did she. They were able to maintain position for longer than Ian would have anticipated hopefully equating to some decent scans, hopefully equating to detailed analysis, hopefully equating to a weakness to be exploited.
oO A small unshielded thermal exhaust port that leads to the central core that could cause a chain reaction to destroy the whole thing would probably be too much to ask for. Oo
Ian couldn’t hold any longer and had to maneuver around to avoid taking serious damage but arced over and under inching slightly closer each time.
Niac/Beck/Tucker: RESPONSE
As the ship coursed carefully through the battle, the closed distance just heightened its impossibility. Even looking at it, Kirsty couldn't decide if it was beautiful or the most horrid thing she had ever seen. But still it demanded her gaze as the ship's computer's started to bombard it with sensor pulses and tac-scans.
It didn't seem to have much by way of conventional weaponry or point-to-point defenses, but then again, she wondered quickly, why the hell would it? It was a flying cathedral of pain lurking through the web. Even DS33, still ferociously defending itself, looked miniscule by comparison.
But the fighter forms didn't break off their attack runs so neither did Kirsty's hands stop their trained and now aching striking and lashing with the ship's arrays. But the connection between themselves and the Kitty started to warble darkly. They were detecting more S-Wave particles. But at the same time, using the opportunity to gather as much waveform and particle analysis. She allowed herself a terse smirk. Whoever was over in the Kitty's Blue One department were just as on the stick as Chief Alieth would have been.
Unfortunately, a blinking, blazing corona cross of light started to ripple at the tip of the massive "gun barrel" that divided the bottom of the floating cyclopean horror. The datafeed screamed in time with the hard-to-look-at light. More S-Wave.
Their Captain reoriented them once more.
Niac: RESPONSE
Tucker: RESPONSE
O'Connor: Sir?
Ian was prepared to engage. On the Captain’s orders they’d soon all feel their stomach’s jump a bit as the Ronin would start to angle up then abrasively dove downward while spinning.
How it was Kirsty's turn for an insane idea.
oO Captain Shayne, I hope yer ears are burnin' out there.Oo
Carpenter: Let 'em.
oO What?Oo
Ian steadied his hand firm above the control to execute the escape maneuver waiting for the command.
Kristy had all the eyes of the Bridge on her and her station.
Niac: RESPONSE
Carpenter: I'm sayin', they wanna use us as the first weave of their web? We make one of our own with the Khitomer and her chron-pulse. ::she hooked a thumb toward the still open and steadily increasing data feed:: We are already workin' on the cancelation form. We put us and the Kitty between THEM and the station. They throw their web wave, we throw ours. And pray to God ours cancels theirs out.
Tucker: RESPONSE
O'Connor: Will it work? I put us in the path and it doesn’t…we’re outta the fight.
He turned back and forth between Carpenter and the Captain when the doctor weighed in.
Beck: RESPONSE
Carpenter nodded darkly, realizing the wisdom of the statement. It would still take them minutes still to gather the right cancelation frequency. And they had no real idea how long it would take the warp-blasted horror in their Viewer to fire. Her hands still thrummed, now red hot with pain, across the haptics of the phasers, even as she spoke.
Carpenter: We would...be cutting it close. But we also might be the station's only chance. If we-
Suddenly Ian watched as the monitor screen under Kristy burst into a momentary spark of blue-white. She yelps, half driven, half-diving away from the scorching pain now of her left side and the absence of the sound of phasers. She grunts, a more frustrated than painful noise and she is already back on her feet and crossing back to the alcove picoseconds before the pain signals of her body howl all across her left side. Blistering heat, mostly on her forearm and the bottoms of her hands with hot trails of pain running in screaming runnels down her the side of her leg.
None of that registers to her. Yet, anyway.
She slaps her hands across the sides of the now useless terminal, willing away the wooze of her head as she turns toward the ancillary terminal that was once behind her. She has finally stopped shooting. But the data feed was still active...however...
Niac: RESPONSE
Carpenter: Phasers are down, but the Khitomer data feed is still up. We just can't see the progress here. We'll have to eyeball it.
O’Connor: I don’t know what that was but it wasn’t the main cannon. Captain, we can’t sit here though. I can buy us some time and get back in line with the Kitty as soon as we get the calculation frequency.
Niac/Carpenter/Tucker/Beck/Any Bridge: RESPONSE
O’Connor: Aye, sir. Hold onto your lunch everyone.
Niac/Carpenter/Tucker/Beck/Any Bridge: RESPONSE
The Ronin ever so slowly pitched positive along it’s z-axis before sharply diving downward into a corkscrew. The bulkheads whined in protest, a odd crinkling sound echoed through the entire ship and several crew regretted their choice of previous meal.
Niac/Carpenter/Tucker/Beck/Any Bridge: RESPONSE
Tags/TBC
Lieutenant (j.g.) Ian O’Connor
HCO
USS Ronin NCC-34523
R240009IO4