10-30-2026, 05:21 AM
The deck shivered violently under Morad’s boots as Krandall snapped the Zephyr into that wide, sweeping tangential arc, the inertial dampeners screaming in protest against the lateral sheer. On the main viewer, the stars swung in a disorienting smear, the towering superstructure of Starbase 214 rotating into the upper quadrant while the three fresh Hideki interceptors bore down across their forward vector.
Behind him, Gath’s automated sequences fired with surgical precision. The twin Type-14 shuttles, Aura and Boreas, slipped through the modulated shield window in vertical crossing patterns right behind Powl’s torpedo barrage, banking aggressively to draw fire and slice into the pursuers' flanks.
Now we see if the Cardassians take the bait or split the difference, Morad thought, dark eyes locked on the tactical plot as the computer tracked whether the interceptors would over-rotate into a chase or cut across their bow. Outnumbered, outgunned, and she is holding together on sheer stubbornness...
The legendary Captain Picard once said that things are only impossible until they’re not. Morad had carried those words with him from the Academy halls to the center chair, and right now, this battered old destroyer was going to prove him right.
"Keep that curve tight, Krandall!" Morad commanded over the roar of the impulse manifolds. "Ride the edge of their firing arcs. Don't give them a stationary target!"
Stepping up toward the center well, he glanced over toward Amila at Science, his expression focused and sharp.
"Amila, keep passive broad-range sweeps scanning Starbase 214 and the surrounding battlespace. The base command tower should be receiving our direct tight-beam burst right about now. If they acknowledge, I want their heavy phaser arrays primed the second we cross their outer perimeter. And keep an eye out for any sign of the Yeager or the Aquila, we need to know if either of them is still in the fight."
Morad braced himself against the railing as the deck shuddered from another near-miss disruptor bloom off their port quarter, keeping his eyes glued to the forward viewer where the battle lines were about to collide.
"Powl, keep aft and forward tubes hot," Morad ordered, before reaching up to tap his comm-badge in direct reply to Singer's frantic scramble. "Copy that, Singer. Five minutes, holiday lights and all. Do what you have to do down there, toss whatever scrap you need to into the void, but give us that sprint. Ameen out."
== Tag Bridge ==
Behind him, Gath’s automated sequences fired with surgical precision. The twin Type-14 shuttles, Aura and Boreas, slipped through the modulated shield window in vertical crossing patterns right behind Powl’s torpedo barrage, banking aggressively to draw fire and slice into the pursuers' flanks.
Now we see if the Cardassians take the bait or split the difference, Morad thought, dark eyes locked on the tactical plot as the computer tracked whether the interceptors would over-rotate into a chase or cut across their bow. Outnumbered, outgunned, and she is holding together on sheer stubbornness...
The legendary Captain Picard once said that things are only impossible until they’re not. Morad had carried those words with him from the Academy halls to the center chair, and right now, this battered old destroyer was going to prove him right.
"Keep that curve tight, Krandall!" Morad commanded over the roar of the impulse manifolds. "Ride the edge of their firing arcs. Don't give them a stationary target!"
Stepping up toward the center well, he glanced over toward Amila at Science, his expression focused and sharp.
"Amila, keep passive broad-range sweeps scanning Starbase 214 and the surrounding battlespace. The base command tower should be receiving our direct tight-beam burst right about now. If they acknowledge, I want their heavy phaser arrays primed the second we cross their outer perimeter. And keep an eye out for any sign of the Yeager or the Aquila, we need to know if either of them is still in the fight."
Morad braced himself against the railing as the deck shuddered from another near-miss disruptor bloom off their port quarter, keeping his eyes glued to the forward viewer where the battle lines were about to collide.
"Powl, keep aft and forward tubes hot," Morad ordered, before reaching up to tap his comm-badge in direct reply to Singer's frantic scramble. "Copy that, Singer. Five minutes, holiday lights and all. Do what you have to do down there, toss whatever scrap you need to into the void, but give us that sprint. Ameen out."
== Tag Bridge ==