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     Captain Daren |
[Author's Note: Alright, I’m picking up on some VERY VERY unfinished business here. I had the ideas for this next series of logs about 2 weeks ago but haven’t had the time to start working on writing them until now, so if you will, prepare for a little trip back in time. ::jumps in a DeLorian::] “The worst is death, and death will have his day.” - Richard II (Act III, Sc 2) William Shakespeare SD 240211.25 – “Death’s Day: Part One” Commander Mishelle Singer tensed. Something wasn’t right; she just had ‘that feeling’. Ensign Fisher approached her with a PADD and she quickly shook whatever it was that was bugging her. “Ensign?” “The latest weapon simulations results, Sir.” Fisher wore the gold color of a tactical officer. “The False Matter reconfigurations were near perfect.” Singer read over the report and was pleased. “I’ll schedule the weapons refit for a week from now. We should be finished with this by then.” The young Ensign nodded and left her. Singer walked to the Science station. The Chief was hard at work on the latest scan algorithms and cycling all data to the new flagship, USS Churchill. She thought I best to just let them be, if they had anything of interest they’d report it. She completed her circle of the bridge and came back to Captain John Henes X. “Captain.” She nodded. “Commander.” Henes X returned the nod. “Still silence?” “I’m afraid so. I’m beginning to wonder if this battle is ever going to get start.” Long hours had passed since Coronado went through the Xanadu rift. Everyone knew the Pfhor would be coming to claim the technology of the catapult for themselves. They just didn’t know why they weren’t here yet. “Oh it will start Commander. And by the time it’s over things will be forever changed.” He just stood staring out at the holotank and waiting. “I hope for the better” She stepped toward the image of distant stars. There was a moment of brief silence until it was broken, forever. “Captain, Commander. Emergency communication from the flag.” “Put it through.” Singer turned to the Tactical Chief. "All Defender ships outside Xanadu, launch a single cluster torpedo, random direction, maximum possible dispersal! Hurry! Hurry!" Commander Ma’aru sounded enraged. From what Singer knew of the woman, she was not someone who took easily to being forceful. “Mr. Tennyson, do it!” “Aye…” A moment later each member of Gryphon’s battle group in a random direction as had been requested had fired a single cluster torpedo. Nothing too exciting happened right away in their area, but the Captain had walked to the Science station to see what this was all about. He saw, just as those in Churchill’s CIC saw, one of the cluster torpedoes launched from a ship on the edge of the defense formation had hit something. The point of impact glowed on the screen; sensor readings alluded to chroniton particle leakage. Henes X blinked for a nanosecond and he spoke, “Cloak.” He turned just as the comm. from the Flag came through the speakers again. "Gryphon, from Whitestone! Get out of there! Go to warp and get cl--" The light that came next was the brightest, hottest light Commander Mishelle Singer ever saw or felt. A moment earlier, the last thing she saw had been the Science station on the other side of the bridge explode. The light was painful; she raised her hands in an involuntary attempt to block it and closed her eyes as the shockwave from the nearby explosion sent her flying back… Musical Inspiration: 'Times Like These' - The Foo Fighters Captain William Daren Commanding Officer (IC) USS Coronado NCC-97901 Sim Executive Officer http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/bodies/depts/command.html#co ******************* As portrayed by: Chris Catterson Long Island, NY ccatt@optonline.net |