07-30-2025, 07:58 AM
Minor shudders bucked the ship as they continued onward. Flint had noticed flickering out of the corner of his eyes, but when he had the sense ot glance over, everything looked normal. Then without warning they hit something massive and unseen by the ships sensors.
The force was enough that Flint pitched forward having the air knocked out of him as he slammed into the helm console and was then tossed to the floor.
It took him a second to recognise the sound and feel of phaser blasts against the hull of the ship.
We're under attack? Why are we under attack?
The red alert klaxons were blaring as the ship continued to rock from the external weapons fire. Flint rolled over and pulled himself back up using his chair, but he winced. The impact with the console must have cracked something, he concluded as he tried to work out what had just happened.
we're racing... Cardassian weapons fire? The Os'rusa? What?
The ship was different, it looked suddenly more lived in. His controls were configured differently. His hands were... green?
“What the f...” He began to say turning back to see and Andorian standing where the Captain should be. But even his voice sounded different.
But before he could do or say anything else another volley of impacts rocked the ship causing a wall panel to rupture sending sparks across the bridge.
Not understanding anything of what the hell was now happening, Flint just let instinct take over, he turned back to the helm and began inputting commands into the unfamiliar layout.
“Attempting a Delta-4 followed by a Delta-2...”
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The force was enough that Flint pitched forward having the air knocked out of him as he slammed into the helm console and was then tossed to the floor.
It took him a second to recognise the sound and feel of phaser blasts against the hull of the ship.
We're under attack? Why are we under attack?
The red alert klaxons were blaring as the ship continued to rock from the external weapons fire. Flint rolled over and pulled himself back up using his chair, but he winced. The impact with the console must have cracked something, he concluded as he tried to work out what had just happened.
we're racing... Cardassian weapons fire? The Os'rusa? What?
The ship was different, it looked suddenly more lived in. His controls were configured differently. His hands were... green?
“What the f...” He began to say turning back to see and Andorian standing where the Captain should be. But even his voice sounded different.
But before he could do or say anything else another volley of impacts rocked the ship causing a wall panel to rupture sending sparks across the bridge.
Not understanding anything of what the hell was now happening, Flint just let instinct take over, he turned back to the helm and began inputting commands into the unfamiliar layout.
“Attempting a Delta-4 followed by a Delta-2...”
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