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#1 Capt Jennifer Braggins

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Posted Star Date 22003.20 @ 20:32 (08:32 PM)

==Miramar Aerospace Station, Miramar, California. Six weeks after Rogue Planet mission.==

 

The sun streamed through the open hangar doors, the holographic display had been mounted against a solid backing to prevent the sunlight obscuring the data to be projected upon it. This was not the first time Jenny had led lectures at the Miramar Aerospace Station, nor was it the first time she had conducted the "Phase 3" training syllabus, but it was the first time she'd seen officers as junior as those who were due to arrive, and the first time since the Krynar Crisis that the Phase 3 training had been condensed from six months to less than a month.

 

It was also the first time a Romulan had attended the course.

 

Such is the situation with the Borg, we need to get anyone with relevant experience together to come up with a plan to fight them, and there are precious few of us as it is...

 

Under normal circumstances, candidates for Phase 3 training had all at least reached the rank of Lieutenant, but the situation was more complex than it had been before, so two Midshipmen, a Junior Lieutenant and a Commander made up the batch of candidates for this particular emergency session. The knowledge they shared and gained would be put to use not only on the ships they returned to as Training Officers, but in the next semester's Tactical Training at Star Fleet Academy.

 

Standing in the hangar's open entrance and staring out at the sunrise across the runways, Jenny sipped the mug of coffee in her right hand while absentmindedly playing with the wedding ring now occupying her left ring finger. There had been about a hundred guests in Dress Uniforms from all over the Quadrant at her "official" wedding ceremony, conducted mostly to appease the Braggins and Crawford clans, and the honeymoon on a secluded Caribbean island had been amazing but felt all-too-brief for her liking, but orders were orders.

 

She just hoped that the hotheads she was about to teach would be able to follow them...


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#2 Lt (JG) Kit Frost

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Posted Star Date 22003.21 @ 02:06 (02:06 AM)

==Miramar Ain't Ready for This==

 

 

 

The blue flight suit left little to the imagination but covered all the tattoos that weren't on public skin. The neck tattoos, and her hand tattoos were still visable but everything else had been covered up. That was, until she rolled the sleeves of her flight suit up to just below her elbow joint so that it was more Kit and less warm. Kit had not been planet side since the Rogue Planet and it was nice to actually breathe some planetary air. Though she kind of missed the Crawford Ranch and all that it had. The snowball fight with Ramius, he hadn't earned any more pieces of the picture yet and she was a bit disappointed he wasn't putting forth the effort for the best reward. She was going to need to bug him again about it so he didn't forget the end prize.

 

The sun was up, and it was bright, as Kit stepped out onto the runway. She was due at the hanger in less than five minutes and had plenty of time to get over there. She had been provided with a pair of glasses that would shield her eyes from the bright sunlight. The aviators had a blue mirror tint coating on them reflecting the world back at itself instead of allowing those around to see her eyes. As the sun caught her in the face she pulled the glasses, gold trimmed, off of her flight suit zippered collar and put them on her face.

 

The slight breeze played with the silver locks that she had kept down for the time being but around one of her wrists was a hair tie waiting to be used. She didn't want to use it just yet as there was nothing quite as nice as the air brushing through her hair. Damian. Well yes, there was him. Still, he wasn't with her on this training exercise and Kit missed him. She had been calling him when she could, but, she was also looking forward to the flight. She and Damian were not so dependent on each other that they couldn't be apart .. right? Well they would find out anyway.

 

Her boots hit the pavement as the heat of the sun radiated off of it. She could see Braggins, cup in hand, standing in front of the open hangar. Kit was just excited to be here, to be on the ground, to be putting rubber to the pavement and see what was in store for them. She hoped it was flying, not just tactical maps and read outs, and her hopes were bolstered by the fact that Braggins had not called them to a lecture hall or conference but a hanger. She hoped there were fighter planes back there, she had always had an intense love affair for all things fast and with a little death action on the side.

 

“If you we were going to play in the sunlight, I was kind of hoping for a beach and some ocean to be involved.” she called out to Braggins as she got within ear shot. She gave one of those Kit Frost confident grins. The last mission had been hard on the both of them in extremely different aspects. But, she felt that it had solidified her as part of the actual Artemis team and not just the newbie. But, only time would tell on that leg of the journey. Honestly, Kit was not so easily intimidated, the only person that had thus far been able to do that without really having to try was Crawford though Kit would never admit it to anyone that wasn't named Damian Coleman.

 

“I'm a little disappointed there is no colorful little umbrella in your drink Commander.” she said stopping short of the woman and giving her a quick nod. Kit had already had coffee, and she didn't need to pee in the middle of the exercise so she figured it was best to leave the extra back in her Quarters besides she was too excited to get out here and see what it was all about.

 

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Posted Star Date 22003.21 @ 14:15 (02:15 PM)

He hadn't expected to be back on Earth so soon. Truth be told, he would have been just as happy to not return at all. 

 

First things first, he visited his father and siblings back in San Francisco. His mother was still off world on assignment somewhere, no doubt flying too fast and too hard and tearing up everything she found. Back on earth, word had traveled fast through the Shipyard of what had happened with the Borg. The engineers assigned to the yard would be busy for sometime now. There were a lot of holes in hulls to patch, shield generators to replace, and whole engines that may have been better off as scrap than repairing. He had grown up near the Yard and the sounds of shouting, banging, whirring of machines, and the occasional barrage of sparks were just as welcoming as old friends. A few of the folks waved at him as they saw him walk past, others shouted at him how they were happy to see him still among the living, and many more just gave him a quick nod before returning to their work. They weren't going to be hurting for things to do in the coming months. 

 

The family reunion went as well as could be expected. His sister Allison had never hugged him so hard in his life. She was getting ready to enroll into the Academy herself but he could see from the look in her eyes that she was second-guessing herself. His brother Allen was happy to see him alive and joked about how he wasn't surprised that his baby brother had gotten into a fight almost immediately after being assigned to his first ship. His father, however, just chastised him about how much he had torn apart the Magellan. "You knew the specifications on scout classes, Alec! Didn't I teach you to respect your ship? It's astounding that you're still alive today!" It devolved into a shouting match and him storming out the door. Thanks, Dad. Alec hadn't told them how long he was expecting to be on-planet and, at this point, he debated telling them at all. 

 

Alec walked on to the runway in his blue flight suit as per orders thought it pulled tightly against his broader shoulders. He kept the sunglasses folded in his breast pocket. Alec wasn't one for fashion statements and they seemed gaudy to him. Commander Braggins was already standing in front of the hangar and there was no telling what was inside. When he first received the orders he was confused. Phase 3 training was reserved for higher levels of command and he was literally just a grunt here. He had nowhere near the experience or qualifications. Still, though, he wouldn't turn down the opportunity. There was nothing he wasn't willing to try and fail at if it meant improvement in some way. It had been the hardest pill to swallow growing up but a necessary one. 

 

There was already a level of familiarity between Braggins and the only other person standing on the runway. They were absolutely striking and seemed eager for whatever they were here for. Though eager for whatever waited for them inside the hangar, he didn't show it. Alec worked best with his emotions held back and focused on the task at hand. Anger came quickly and it left him making an *** out of himself more times than not. While it was a big help with the Borg, it also may have been a reason why the Magellan was so heavily damaged. Instead of showing his excitement or eagerness to be punching above his weight class, Alec kept his chest pushed out, his hands clasped behind his back, and stood at attention in front of Commander Braggins. 

 

"Midshipmen Riley reporting as ordered, Commander."

 

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Edited by Mid Alec Riley, Star Date 22003.21 @ 14:16 (02:16 PM).


#4 Cdr Silran {Elias}

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Posted Star Date 22003.21 @ 20:30 (08:30 PM)

Silran didn't know what he was doing here. He had applied to the Phase 3 program several times before, but had always been denied. Some of it, he was sure, came down to simple bias: despite having been born and raised on Betazed, being a Romulan didn't exactly open many door for you. His career had somewhat been defined by that, truth be told. He had been in the service for over fifteen years, and it was only due to his friendship with his CO that he had finally gotten above the post of Chief Tactical Officer.

 

Besides, he thought, I'm staring down more paperwork than I can shake a stick at, and yet here I am. If he'd known just how much paperwork would be involved, he might have turned Aitrus down when he offered him the position. But then, he'd never been very good at saying no, either.

 

So when the call had come for him to attend the Phase 3 training here in sunny California, he had been surprised, to say the least. Fortunately, he was already at Earth, helping to get the crew together for their new assignment on the Luna. "Are you sure you can handle all of this?" he had asked his captain and friend two days ago, when he'd received the notice.

 

The older man had just laughed at him and shooed him out of his ready room. "I've got it covered, Silran," Aitrus had said. "Besides, we've got the senior staff ready, and if there are any problems I can just call them in to assist." He looked thoughtful for a moment before adding, "Well, maybe not Samantha. She'd just laugh at me and say 'you're the one who decided to be a captain.'" They had both laughed, and within the hour he'd been packed and relocated here to Miramar.

 

It does feel good to be back in a pilot's uniform, he thought as he walked across the tarmac, He wore the sunglasses that had been provided, though he was still looking forward to getting out of the bright sun for a bit while also noting they weren't really designed for someone with brow ridges like he had. He reached up to try and push them back a little, but they would never sit quite right on his nose, the tops of the lenses being forced forward by the shape of his forehead.

 

As he approached, he saw Commander Braggins standing in the entryway to the hangar they were assigned to, a cup of coffee in her hand. He recalled Lieutenant Li mentioning that Tyra's right hand woman had recently gotten married and had a child, though considering she hadn't seemed to be in a family way at the 'party' the Artemis hosted in the Megasphere Incident's aftermath he wondered if the rumor mill had simply been wrong about that fact. Either way, the coffee seemed to be appropriate and he silently wished he'd brought a cup with him.

 

Also approaching were another pair of officers. One, a human male, had just finished his approach, while the other, a humanoid female, was already standing next to their teacher. The woman was definitely the more self-assured of the bunch: sleeves rolled up to reveal tattoos, silver-dyed hair free to the breeze, and with a smile that exuded carefully-crafted self-assuredness. The man had just come up to the pair and had come to attention, introducing himself as Midshipman Riley. For a moment, Silran remembered seeing him and Aitrus confront each other at that party, though it had deescalated quickly, and the Romulan wondered what his story was, and why he was here. They don't let Midshipmen come to this training, he thought.

 

Of course, they don't allow Romulans, either.

 

He came up on the other side of Braggins from the other woman and sketched a salute, angling so he was mostly looking back into the hangar to relieve his eyes. "Morning, ma'am." He was close enough that he could smell her coffee, and again regretted not bringing his own with him. Maybe they've got some more in the classroom...

 

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#5 Lt Tess T'Relia

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Posted Star Date 22003.22 @ 00:58 (12:58 AM)

It felt good to be back on Earth. When her ship was assigned to the battle with the Borg, Tess hadn't been expecting to make it back from the battle with all her limbs attached and working. However, by some stroke of luck, she was still alive. She had missed being on Earth, away from her family and friends. It was a horrible feeling to believe you were going on a suicide mission, that you were going to die. It was worse knowing how it would have affected her already weakened family back on Earth. They had lost too much already.

 

When she had first got back to Earth it had been early morning. Her sister and brother lived in San Francisco, mainly for easy of getting to the Academy and so they could be near Tess when she was at the Academy. They always looked out for her. When she arrived at their home, she had told them all that had happened to her in her short time aboard the Magellan. Talis, her sister, had laughed at the idea of Tess running all over the ship doing different errands, and told her she was lucky to be alive. Her sister always seemed to enjoy teasing Tess for one thing or another, but they had to keep things friendly and as relaxed as possible. Joran had asked questions for about twenty minutes straight before Tess finally lost her patience with him, but she knew he wanted to join Star Fleet, and any info he could get would be helpful.

 

She had stayed at her house she shared with her two best friends, Amanda Foxx and T'Mal. They had known each other since their days in school, Tess and T'Mal being one year lower than Amanda but still remaining friends even after Foxx had gone to the Academy. Over the years, bits of their personalities had rubbed off on Tess. For example, Tess had gained T'Mals reasoned and logical approach to problems, while also keeping Foxx's daring and creative aspects. The three got on well together, despite being as different as anyone could possibly imagine.

 

Tess was walking towards the hangar, where she could make out the forms of four other people. She knew one of them would be Commander Braggins, who would be instructing them on this "Phase Three" Advanced training course. Tess had no idea why she had been assigned to this course, it was normally reserved for officers far higher up the command chain. Tess preferred to be firing the weapons over flying, but she still had the training to be able to fly a ship when required.

 

The flight suit was tighter than the normal clothing she would wear, but she could live with it. She was going to be doing some sort of training with a ship, considering they were in a hangar, so the suit would be necessary. She hoped someone else from her ship had been ordered here as well. It was unlikely Riley hadn't, he was an amazing helmsman, and had kept the ship out of most of the Borgs fire during the battle.

 

The three people lined up near Braggins were all completed different. One was a Romulan, which relieved Tess knowing she wouldn't be the strangest person on the course, the second was a human, by the looks of her, but had the sleeves of her flight suit rolled up and appeared to have tattoos covering most of her arms. Tess wasn't sure what to make of her, she was certainly odder then most humans she had met. She smiled happily when she noticed Riley standing there. Having spent most of the time on her ship seeing him at the Helm she was fairly certain it was Riley. Relieved that someone else from her ship and class was on the course as well, Tess approached Commander Braggins, and went to attention in front of her.

 

"Midshipman T'Relia reporting, Ma'am."

 

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#6 Capt Jennifer Braggins

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Posted Star Date 22003.22 @ 20:55 (08:55 PM)

Jenny had snorted at Frost's response and allowed the young woman a small smile, but had otherwise remained silent while the others arrived and reported in. They had all been issued standard Star Fleet Flight Suits in the light blue used by the Attack Fighter and Light Attack Craft crews; they'd also all apparently been given a pair of sunglasses, which would be crucial in the sunny California climate, but of a style that suggested someone at the Quartermaster's office had seen too many nineteen-eighties movies.

 

Even after over three hundred years, quoting the movie "Top Gun" still nets you a fine at this facility...

 

Finishing her coffee, Jenny removed her own sunglasses (which were a more modern variety better suited to sports than the "aviators" her colleagues had been issued) and motioned for the trainees to precede her into the hangar, which was empty except for an old and battered Peregrine-class Fighter of Dominion War vintage in a corner and half-covered by a tarpaulin, four chairs with desk attachments, and a mobile holoscreen.

 

Once the trainees had taken their seats, Jenny began:

 

"Welcome to Phase Three. No doubt you're all wondering why you're here; nobody under the rank of Lieutenant has ever attended Phase 3 training before, even during wartime. Nor has anyone as junior as a "mere" Commander ever administered the course. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and the five of us represent the most experienced Tactical Officers when it comes to fighting the Borg."

 

Folding her arms, Jenny leaned against the holoprojector and continued.

 

"Mister Riley and Ms T'Relia managed to destroy not one, but two Borg Probes while aboard the Scout Magellan. Commander Silran demonstrated his prowess getting the Frigate Philadelphia through the Borg battle line, and Lieutenant Frost acted as Captain Crawford's tactical adviser upon planning and executing the final attack run on the Megasphere."

 

Two pilots, two Tactical Officers. That would prove useful when it became time for the practical side of the training, not that there would be any flying just yet; the Flight Suits had been assigned because they were a great leveller, they were uniforms that bore name only, no rank or specialisation. Only Jenny's Flight Suit, Special Forces black rather than Aviation blue, made her stand apart from the group; that and the fact she was the shortest of them by at least two inches. Stepping away and to the side of the holoprojector, Jenny activated it and the first image swam into view. It was an aerial view of a harbour, protected on the North and East by dry land, and to the West by a line showing a submerged breakwater and a fortified island. Only the South-west was open to the ocean. Behind the "main" anchorage, connected by a large canal, a smaller anchorage lay to the Northeast. Large warships were grouped in clusters towards the East of the main harbour area, and in a line in the secondary anchorage.

 

"First, a theoretical discussion to make sure our brains are nice and awake! Assume you have been assigned to attack this harbour; atmospheric conditions mean orbital strikes are out, and the harbour is deep in enemy territory so ground troops are out as well. What forces would you commit to the attack, and what strategy would you use to ensure maximum damage for minimal friendly casualties?"


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#7 Lt (JG) Kit Frost

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Posted Star Date 22003.25 @ 02:25 (02:25 AM)

Frost had heard stories, scuttlebutt, about Commander Braggins' old ways. The way that she had been at one time, probably before she had been sitting in the chair next to the Captain all the time. But, she supposed that everyone would mature and grow up, maybe even her at some point. Though she wasn't going to hold her breath. Kit had never been very good at fitting into a set mold. Instead, she tended to forge her own molds and prove that the mold could grow around her and settled with her instead of having to be something sturdy to live her life by. All she got from Braggins was a quick smirk, not even a full smile, and that was fine. Kit would take what she could get, she wasn't picky and was far too excited at the prospects of what they were doing here. She had heard about the highly selective Phase 3 program. Having been chosen by something this elite was something that she was proud for. Whatever happened today, she had been picked and chosen. Even though she was such a low rank as only being a Lieutenant, and a Junior Grade at that, she knew that it spoke volumes about her career potential to have been selected despite that.

 

Others began to arrive. Kit's eyes shifted to them all but they were completely shaded by the blue mirror tinted lenses so no one could tell what kind of eyes she had. That wasn't for any specific reason other than Kit kind of fancied the vintage style herself. It might not be everyone's taste, and it didn't seem many had decided to wear them, but Kit had quite liked the novelty of them and decided to own them as Kit did many things.

 

Braggins didn't speak to them, only took off her more modern specs and turned on her heel to head into the hanger. Kit followed suit, only she didn't remove her sunshades until she stepped into the shadow of the Hanger. Pulling them off her pale skinned face, she tucked the ear piece into the V of her flightsuit zipper. The black eyes gave her away immediately as the full blooded Betazoid that she was. It didn't quite fit with the silver hair, the piercings, and the coverings of ink on her skin but Kit seemed to own it with the sheer confidence that exuded in her every step. There were four desks with chairs, a mobile holoscreen, and and old vintage Peregrine-Class fighter hidden partially by a large tarp.

 

The school vibe is killing the excitement from seeing that beauty. she thought her eyes locked onto the Fighter as she made her way to one of the desks and lowered herself into it. Slinking back slightly with her legs straightening so that she wasn't sitting up right but at a more comfortable position for her. Once everyone was seated, Kit's black eyes took in the Commander as she began to speak about how exclusive the training program was. No one under the rank of Lieutenant had ever attended, even during war time, and it was even a big deal that someone only ranked Commander was allowed to even give the class. She mentioned desperate times and immediately Kit's thoughts went to the Borg and the massive battle that they had all just completed together. She might not have known these people outside of today, but, they had in a way already fought together.

 

Braggins began to talk about the people in the room. Riley and T'Relia managed to knock out a couple of Borg probes. Kit was impressed, her risen eyebrow suggested as much. The Commander had gotten the Phili through the Borg Battle line, and then she.. lastly had been Crawford's tactical adviser on planning and executing the final attack on the Megasphere. Braggins stepped away from the holoprojector and the screen came to life. Kit's eyes shifted from the Commander to the map that was now displayed on the screen above them. Kit studied the map, it was land locked on the North and Eastern side, but the West showed they had breakwater and a fortified island. Only the SouthWest was open to the ocean itself connected by a large canal. The warships were clustered over towards the East. Braggins wanted to know how they might attack a place that was set up this way.

 

“Well first, a diversion. Probably a small regimen of ground troops to the island and possibly a fly over, carpet bombing mostly as a distraction technique. But the real attack would come in the form of incognito naval divers. Going through the canals and into the bay itself. Depending on if you want the ships salvaged or not, you could set charges on the underside of the warships to disable or destroy depending on your plan there.” she said thinking her first thoughts of the bay and how she would just from studying the map without knowing anything about the resources on the island itself.

 

“That's my first thought, considering I don't know the islands resources or kind of soldiers that would be defending it.”



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Posted Star Date 22003.25 @ 16:20 (04:20 PM)

Silran's first thought, as Braggins removed her own sunglasses, was about why exactly someone had felt the need to issue them with such impractical eyewear when better options were clearly available. Quartermaster always does like to play jokes, he thought with a sigh as the younger woman led the motley crew into the shade of the hanger. He took off his own glasses and folded them into a pocket as they walked towards a small collection of desks and a holoscreen.

 

Of course, the more interesting thing was the half-covered Peregrine fighter behind the screen, but despite his desire to get behind the stick of the craft, he knew they wouldn't be going anywhere near it anytime soon. Not the way this works, he thought, and took a seat. She started the meeting like most of these things do: introducing everyone. He was glad he'd been correct in identifying Riley, and then his cohort T'Relia; the fact that they'd managed to take out two of the probes with so underpowered a ship as the Magellan was highly impressive, and wondered what ideas the pair of them would come up with as they kept going through the ranks.

 

Silran nodded in acknowledgement when she introduced him, though he felt his contributions to the battle were more limited than what she implied. He was his own worst critic, though, and the fact that the battle had been so one-sided probably was also coloring his perceptions. If I had done more... He pushed the thought to the side, and listened as he introduced the last woman - whom he now noticed was a Betazoid - as a lieutenant who had helped Captain Crawford through the battle. Hopefully she proves as good as that recommendation, he thought as Braggins continued.

 

A button press, and the holoviewer changed. It displayed a landscape, a harbor. The ocean was to the south and west of the harbor, which had a secluded inner harbor only accessible by a small canal out into the larger one. There was a fortified island and breakwaters due west, leaving only the southwest passage open, and a line of military ships were docked on the eastern shore of the main harbor, as well as in the rear anchorage. "First, a theoretical discussion to make sure our brains are nice and awake!" Braggins said more brightly as she introduced the problem. "Assume you have been assigned to attack this harbor; atmospheric conditions mean orbital strikes are out, and the harbor is deep in enemy territory so ground troops are out as well. What forces would you commit to the attack, and what strategy would you use to ensure maximum damage for minimal friendly casualties?"

 

Silran sat back and thought for a moment, and Frost spoke up first. “Well first, a diversion," she said. "Probably a small regimen of ground troops to the island and possibly a fly over, carpet bombing mostly as a distraction technique. But the real attack would come in the form of incognito naval divers. Going through the canals and into the bay itself. Depending on if you want the ships salvaged or not, you could set charges on the underside of the warships to disable or destroy depending on your plan there. That's my first thought, considering I don't know the islands resources or kind of soldiers that would be defending it.”

 

The Romulan looked at her for a moment, eyebrow raised. That's... interesting, he thought. It was definitely an ambitious plan, and required a lot of resources. "Well," he said after a moment, "on the other end of the scale, there's always the possibility of using an in-atmosphere craft to fire a pair of torpedoes or missiles from over the horizon. A single good photon torpedo strike on the ships in each anchorage would likely put paid to all of them.

 

"Of course, that doesn't really feel like what you wanted," he continued. "More practical would be a wing of fighters coming from the southwest over the ocean, since you mentioned that we don't hold any nearby territory. Bulk of the force attacks ships in the main harbor, combined with strikes on the small canal to try and block it off and bottle up the forces there and neutralize them. Other elements of the strike force attack the island to disable their weapons. Once those objectives are achieved, depending on casualties and munition supplies, we can then destroy the ships in the rear harbor at our leisure."

 

It wasn't a perfect solution, he knew, but it used existing resources that could be quickly sourced and had realistic expectations, in his view. The biggest thing was managing expectations; no plan was going to survive first contact, as they were all acutely aware, and starting with the more manageable goal and looking to escalate that depending on conditions after the attack was his best bet. It may not be exciting, he thought as he looked at Frost, but hopefully it would work.


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#9 Lt Tess T'Relia

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Posted Star Date 22003.26 @ 15:21 (03:21 PM)

Commander Braggins removed the sunglasses she had on her own flight suit and motioned for them to follow her into the hangar. Whoever had the bizarre idea to give them all sunglasses that had a resemblance to something from the 1980's was either watching far too many old movies or was pranking them. She wasn't sure which one was worse yet.

 

The inside of the hangar was empty, with the exception of an old peregrine fighter half covered by a tarp, as well as four chairs and a mobile holoscreen. Tess sat at one of the chairs, unsure of what they were going to be doing here but interested as to how this training was going to work.

 

I guess there is always a bit of theory in most training Humans do.

 

"Welcome to Phase Three. No doubt you're all wondering why you're here; nobody under the rank of Lieutenant has ever attended Phase 3 training before, even during wartime. Nor has anyone as junior as a "mere" Commander ever administered the course. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and the five of us represent the most experienced Tactical Officers when it comes to fighting the Borg."

 

Desperate measures is a slight understatement considering the amount of power the Borg seemed to have gained in a short space of time.

 

Folding her arms, Jenny leaned against the holoprojector and continued:

 

"Mister Riley and Ms T'Relia managed to destroy not one, but two Borg Probes while aboard the Scout Magellan."

 

Tess turned a slightly darker shade of green. She hated having attention put on her, preferring to remain in the background and let others take the glory, and only really speaking up when she felt she had to. However, being an Orion made that pretty much impossible as she had realised that among humans they tended to notice those who stuck out, and being green meant she had never been able to blend in.

 

"Commander Silran demonstrated his prowess getting the Frigate Philadelphia through the Borg battle line, and Lieutenant Frost acted as Captain Crawford's tactical adviser upon planning and executing the final attack run on the Megasphere."

 

The Romulan is most likely Silran, as it would be an odd name for a Hum- Tess studied woman with silvery hair more closely, no, an odd name for a Betazoid, so she must be Frost.

 

Stepping away and to the side of the holoprojector, Jenny activated it and the first image swam into view. It was an aerial view of a harbour, protected on the North and East by dry land, and to the West by a line showing a submerged breakwater and a fortified island. Only the South-west was open to the ocean. Behind the "main" anchorage, connected by a large canal, a smaller anchorage lay to the Northeast. Large warships were grouped in clusters towards the East of the main harbour area, and in a line in the secondary anchorage.

 

"First, a theoretical discussion to make sure our brains are nice and awake! Assume you have been assigned to attack this harbour; atmospheric conditions mean orbital strikes are out, and the harbour is deep in enemy territory so ground troops are out as well. What forces would you commit to the attack, and what strategy would you use to ensure maximum damage for minimal friendly casualties?"

 

Tess considered the options they would have. No orbital bombardments meant that the obvious option of "nuke them from orbit" was out, ground troops were not so much of an issue as they could often be more of a hindrance then a help. The ships may be a help, if the sailors on those ships were not prepare for an aerial attack they would be able to wreck many of the ships quickly and before anyone had been able to call for help. The island would not be a good starting point to attack, too fortified and far too likely there were several AA gun emplacements.

 

Frost spoke up, saying: “Well first, a diversion. Probably a small regimen of ground troops to the island and possibly a fly over, carpet bombing mostly as a distraction technique. But the real attack would come in the form of incognito naval divers. Going through the canals and into the bay itself. Depending on if you want the ships salvaged or not, you could set charges on the underside of the warships to disable or destroy depending on your plan there. That's my first thought, considering I don't know the islands resources or kind of soldiers that would be defending it.”

 

A good plan if we were allowed ground troops, but since we are not the plan would not work very effectively, and 

 
The Romulan, Silran, then spoke up, saying: "Well, on the other end of the scale, there's always the possibility of using an in-atmosphere craft to fire a pair of torpedoes or missiles from over the horizon. A single good photon torpedo strike on the ships in each anchorage would likely put paid to all of them.

 

"Of course, that doesn't really feel like what you wanted," he continued. "More practical would be a wing of fighters coming from the southwest over the ocean, since you mentioned that we don't hold any nearby territory. Bulk of the force attacks ships in the main harbor, combined with strikes on the small canal to try and block it off and bottle up the forces there and neutralize them. Other elements of the strike force attack the island to disable their weapons. Once those objectives are achieved, depending on casualties and munition supplies, we can then destroy the ships in the rear harbor at our leisure."

 

"I agree with Silran" Tess said, "If we flew a wing of fighters to come from the ocean, at some point during early morning, we would hopefully be able to catch them off guard. Firing on the ships in the harbour would most likely destroy a few and cause heavy damage, and hopefully a lot of chaos. If we block the canal it should stop people getting to the secondary anchorage easily. Once the ships are dealt with the fighters should then move to attack the island, strikes at key places like anti aircraft guns, as well as trying to destroy any supply areas and supply lines as well as communications should do sufficient damage to the island and harbour to put it out of action for a while.


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Posted Star Date 22003.28 @ 17:15 (05:15 PM)

He recognized the Peregrine as he took his seat among the others. His mother had told him that they were her favorite class of ship before the model with retired some time ago. She had a great story of trying to steal one from the Shipyard to take on a joyride only to get caught before she could even turn the lights on. She had been demoted back to Ensign for that one butt... he realized that he was only half-listening to what the Commander had said at first. By the time he realized that he was daydreaming, Commander Braggins had just finished summarizing why everyone had been chosen to be a part of this. Frankly he was thankful that Tess was there with him. If he was the only midshipman in the hangar among these officers he would have been too distracted by how painfully aware he was to the fact that he didn't really belong there. With Tess at least he knew that they were in it together much like they had been aboard the Magellan. Commander Braggins flipped on a hologram and the image of a small harbor materialized. 

 

"First, a theoretical discussion to make sure our brains are nice and awake! Assume you have been assigned to attack this harbour; atmospheric conditions mean orbital strikes are out, and the harbour is deep in enemy territory so ground troops are out as well. What forces would you commit to the attack, and what strategy would you use to ensure maximum damage for minimal friendly casualties?" 

 

Alec listened patiently to everyone else. Sometimes you learn more about someone by just watching them interact with others. He liked to be a person-watcher. It was a habit he had picked up when he was studying opponents before a fight. Frost and Silran both carried themselves as experienced officers. There was a sense of ease in their body language and cadence even though they were in a training program for only the most elite members of tactical operations. Tess seemed confident in her response just as she seemed with everything she did. On a whim, the woman had rushed down to the transporter room in the midst of an attack to insure the infiltration team could make it on-board. He, however, felt stiff and rigid as any midshipman should probably feel in this environment. He had also had the pleasure of being in an embarrassing confrontation with Commander Braggins some short time ago. His temper had gotten the better of him aboard the Artemis and Braggins had effectively checked his ego without lifting a finger. When he was told she had requested to attend this exercise he had decided that he would remain hyper-vigilant to not embarrass himself again. 

 

He looked over the hologram, realizing everyone had been waiting on him for a suggestion despite feeling like he had nothing meaningful to lend to the discussion. Still, he had never been scared of failure before. Losing helps you grow and growing helps you win. Plus, he had already made a fool of himself in front of Braggins before so what is one more time? 

 

"If possible, I would like to see if we could spend more time studying this location before committing to a plan by either putting scouts in the area for an extended period of time or perhaps even sneaking someone inside. From there we could potentially discern weak points we wouldn't have already identified or have an element of sabotage come from inside that could open up more weak points. I assume with this scenario we would have already learned everything that we need to however."

 

As a fighter you study tape. You have to figure out your opponent's strengths and their weaknesses before you ever step into the ring. There was no such thing as too much preparation before a fight in his mind. Even though his methods on the Magellan had been on the fly, he had relied on his anger to turn off that cautious part of his mind. Now, though, he had time to think without having to worry about being killed. Part of his reluctance to speak was due to the previous answers already being far better than he could offer. 

 

"I like both the Commander and Lieutenant's answers, so maybe they can be married? A diversionary force of bombers do a fly over to make it appear that our primary objective is to destroy the anti-aircraft for a second flyover but, to the Commander's suggestion, we bottleneck the channels with the second wave to keep aid from reaching the harbor after their attentions will be focused on supporting the anti-air. Unfortunately there is a strong probability that we will lose fighters in the initial wave but if we divide their attention we will be able to take advantage of any openings that will happen as a result of the confusion." 

 

Alec leaned from his seat to try to get a better view of the hologram. Frost and Silran really did offer the better answers and marrying them felt like a cop-out on his part. He needed to suggest something even if it was impractical of a bad idea. At the very least, Commander Braggins or one of the other rooms could tell him how his idea was terrible and he could learn something that way. 

 

"Additionally, I also like the idea of sending a group of bombers from a higher altitude followed by a wing of faster fighters at a lower altitude. Our bombers hit harder to attract the anti-aircraft and our fighters sweep in low to overwhelm. I'm just spit-balling though, Commander." 

 

 

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Posted Star Date 22003.30 @ 17:22 (05:22 PM)

All four trainees replied; three of them with fairly similar small-scale plans of action and one which required joint operations between airborne forces and ground troops. None of them were bad plans, but of the two disparate ideas presented to her, only one was appropriate for what Jenny had in mind to teach these students - something they'd need against the Borg, something that Star Fleet Academy had yet to develop an in-depth curriculum for.

 

"All great ideas, you're all thinking. Well done. Miss Frost's idea is certainly the most likely to succeed but requires infinite resources; something nobody in Star Fleet's history has ever had. The rest of you were much closer to the mark, though I'd point out that Mister Silran's idea of using a Photon Torpedo, even at lowest tactical yield, would irradiate the area for months and cause untold civilian deaths."

 

The screen resolved from the digitised image of the harbour to photographs of several ships showing severe battle damage, burning port facilities, and the general chaos and scattered detritus of the aftermath of a battle. A tally of damaged and destroyed ships and aircraft also appeared, along with casualty numbers.

 

"In November Nineteen-Forty, twenty-one Fairey Swordfish Biplanes attacked the Italian Fleet at the port of Taranto. Though the aircraft were already obsolete, they managed to sink one Italian Battleship, and damage two more Battleships, a Cruiser and two Destroyers for the loss of only two aircraft. The raid would later be used as inspiration for the Attack on Pearl Harbour, the Breen Attack on San Francisco during the Dominion War, and many others."

 

The screen changed again, this time broadcasting several images; some were static, some moved. One included a four-engined aircraft flying at low-level over water dropping a cylindrical object that skipped across the surface like a rock. Another showed a submerged submarine launching torpedoes at a convoy of merchant vessels. More recent examples showed small and well-armed vessels not unlike the fighter covered by the tarp at the hangar's rear swarming over a formation of Cardassian warships.

 

"You may wonder why I'm showing you these examples; we cannot match the Borg ship-for-ship. One Cube, traditionally, requires several dozen starships to combat effectively. Likewise, though Cardassian ships are less advanced their fleet is much larger than ours, and our friends along the Romulan border have ships that are larger, better-armed and more difficult to detect than ours. Therefore, should conflict arise, we need a new strategy - asymmetric warfare. Star Fleet doesn't like to think of it, historians always like to remind us of terrorist organisations such as the IRA, Al'Qaeda, or the Maquis, ignoring the more legitimate uses during wartime between two belligerent nations, such as surgical strikes against tactical or strategic targets."

 

Closing down the projector, Jenny smiled and folded her arms.

 

"That's enough theory for now; let's get you flying and see what you've got!"

 

==Two Days Later==

 

The first two days had been extremely hectic for all involved; Jenny had split the trainees into two teams, Silran and Frost and Riley and T'Relia, and had been running them ragged. Between sessions covering history and theory and practical sessions in simulators and Star Fleet's newest two-seat Advanced Tactical Trainer (which was to be the new lead-in craft for the Valkyrie Attack Fighter), there had been little room for anything beyond eating and sleeping. While the trainees might be starting to feel the strain, Jenny was still bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as normal, seemingly unaffected by the long hours.

 

The trainees were already assembled outside one of the facility's larger simulators when she arrived before dawn, finishing the last few bits of a bacon sandwich and with a steaming cup of coffee in her hand.

 

"Good morning, everyone!"

 

Sipping her coffee, Jenny opened the doors and let the trainees file in; the simulator was currently recreating the Bridge of an old Defiant-class Starship, with all the consoles and stations vacant and ready for use.

 

"This is the USS Valiant, NCC-74210. During the Dominion War, the Valiant found itself behind enemy lines crewed by Cadets of Red Squad who launched a brave but ultimately foolhardy and suicidal attack on a Dominion Battleship. Of the thirty-nine people aboard, only three survived. Your task today, is to do better. Silran will be in command, Riley will be at Helm. T'Relia at Tactical and Frost at Operations."

 

Sipping her coffee again, Jenny smiled.

 

"Any questions? The simulation will begin once you're all situated."


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Posted Star Date 22003.31 @ 01:54 (01:54 AM)

Frost sat comfortably in her seat and listened as everyone gave their information out. What they thought would be the best attack plan. Everyone had good ideas, everyone had a different twist on the situation that was available to them. They had limited information but she knew that they had done well. She could tell that the young male Midshipman was very nervous and she felt bad for him, trying to offer him a reassuring smile that was all too Kit-tastic for it's own good. She tended to exude the confidence that she felt in her center through most of her actions. Of course, like everyone Kit could get knocked off her peg, but it was only certain things that would do it and sitting here wasn't one of them. She did think that he had done well to recommend merging her thoughts with another to see if they could be more lethal in that regard. Braggins seemed impressed by all the answers that she had gotten from them considering the lack of proper intel and Kit was glad that they were able to not get flack for any of them.

 

After some more talking Braggins dismissed them. If all classes were this short I would have done much better in school. she thought to herself unfolding her body from the desk and standing up to her full height. They all headed out to be assigned sleeping quarters and what not because this wasn't done they would be working and training from here for a little while during their shore leave.

 

==Two Days Later==

 

 

Kit loved this kind of tired. You could feel it in your joints, your muscles, your bones. You fell straight to sleep at night, slept like a baby, ate ridiculous amount of calories and went back it. Kit had been built for this kind of life, she had always enjoyed exercise, activity, and pushing herself to the limits and back. She had never been one to settle for what was good but instead pushed herself to be what was best. Even if it was just her own personal best. She tried hard not to compare herself to others instead to just work on pushing her own personal objectives and goals. That wasn't to say she wasn't tired, she was, but Kit was fueled by a steady source of caffeine, food, sleep, and the desire to see what was next. Every thing that Braggins pushed at them, she jumped at the chance to give it her all. Braggins was a tough task mistress but that didn't bother Frost at all, instead, she just wanted to enjoy herself and there was nothing she liked more than physicality.

 

While Braggins was bright eyed and all, Kit wasn't too far off despite the bags under her eyes she was raring to go. Ready to see what today was going to bring them. Braggins stood there with her coffee, Kit had brought some along today, and the insulated mug had the logo of the Artemis on the front with Tactical Dept etched underneath. Taking a sip, she waited while everyone got there and Braggins began to tell them what was going on. The doors behind her opened to a holodeck created Bridge. Kit's eyes turned to Braggins she was slightly .. okay more than slightly disappointed it wasn't more physical exertions, but simulations were just as fun. This would be even more real since it was a holo-sim. The ship had fought against a Dominion War ship and only three had survived the whole ordeal. They were going to do better.

 

Frost's eyes widened, and then a grin crossed her face. They were all given different spots, she was given Ops. Frost's eyes shifted to the interior of the Bridge eyeing her station. Lets do this. she thought to herself. “Oh Commander.. I think I'm falling in love.” she winked at the woman, she was totally joking Frost didn't swing that way, but she was quite enjoying Phase Three. It was some of the best days of her life so far. Stepping into the hologram she took her seat and signed into the console to get a read out for the ship, what power she had, weapons, and the like.



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Posted Star Date 22004.02 @ 18:00 (06:00 PM)

Silran nodded along as Braggins went over their answers, and confirmed that the small strike was what she was looking for. He couldn't help but smile as she added, "though I'd point out that Mister Silran's idea of using a Photon Torpedo, even at lowest tactical yield, would irradiate the area for months and cause untold civilian deaths." He considered pointing out that the parameters she had given were 'maximum damage' and 'minimum friendly casualties', but thought better of it, choosing instead to simply listen as she continued to talk about what they were doing here.

 

Asymmetric warfare was the order of the day, it seemed, and it made perfect sense. Even against a single 'doomsday machine' like some were calling those things that had been birthed from the Megasphere, the Federation fleet would be hard pressed to mount a capable defense. Against two? Those weapons might just live up to their names. It was likely that this wouldn't be a popular class, but it was a class that they needed to try and work through, workshopping possible solutions and getting used to thinking outside the box. Also explains why we're getting younger officers in here, too, he thought, as learning this early might just save not only them, but the Federation later.

 

==Two Days Later==

 

Silran was tired of body - he still wasn't entirely on speaking terms with his age, though the double raktajino in his mug was a concession to that - but his mind was racing. The practical training in the new two-seater had been interesting, getting a sneak peak at the next generation of attack fighter, though having just been assigned as the Luna's FO he doubted he would ever get to fly one. More interesting had been the history and theory classes, going over what worked in previous generations and learning from what they could teach about their current situations.

 

As they gathered near the simulators again, Silran offered Frost a little salute with his mug, a weak smile on his face. He could've used another hour or so of sleep - he'd been up late reading a few more of the histories on the suggested reading list - but that's why this was his second double raktajino of the morning. When Braggins came in, looking not just awake and alert but almost giddily so, he had to fight down a bit of a scowl. How does she do it? he thought. He wanted to chalk it up to the resiliency of youth, but that didn't seem sufficient to explain it.

 

"Good morning, everyone!" she said, sipping her coffee as she opened the doors and admitted them to an active holodeck, currently set up for the bridge of a Defiant-class starship. There was already damage on the walls, indicating that it had had a hard life thus far, but there were otherwise no indications of exactly where and when they were. He watched Frost turn her eyes to their teacher, disappointment in her black eyes. He hadn't gotten to know her extremely well, but being paired up with her the past two days, he knew that she'd rather be in a bird in the air rather than on the holodeck.

 

"This is the USS Valiant, NCC-74210," Braggins continued. "During the Dominion War, the Valiant found itself behind enemy lines crewed by Cadets of Red Squad who launched a brave but ultimately foolhardy and suicidal attack on a Dominion Battleship. Of the thirty-nine people aboard, only three survived. Your task today, is to do better. Silran will be in command, Riley will be at Helm. T'Relia at Tactical and Frost at Operations." Sipping her coffee again, Jenny smiled.

 

"Any questions? The simulation will begin once you're all situated."

 

Silran moved in to the room and began to consider. Most of the historical record for this battle was from eyewitness accounts from those three survivors - Jake Sisko, Ensign Nog, and a Cadet Collins, or Rollins, or something to that effect. "Where are we in the event's timeline?" he asked. "And what are our assets? Is our crew manifest the same as it was in the actual event, just with ourselves stepping in for those historical roles?" He knew that the cadets had had time to plan and prepare before making their doomed attack run; he hoped that the commander gave them similar breathing room and didn't simply want them to execute the cadet's plan, but better. Madness is doing the same thing and expecting different results, he thought.

 

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Posted Star Date 22004.03 @ 00:51 (12:51 AM)

"All great ideas, you're all thinking. Well done. Miss Frost's idea is certainly the most likely to succeed but requires infinite resources; something nobody in Star Fleet's history has ever had. The rest of you were much closer to the mark, though I'd point out that Mister Silran's idea of using a Photon Torpedo, even at lowest tactical yield, would irradiate the area for months and cause untold civilian deaths." Jenny said.

 

Well at least my idea was closer to the mark then I expected it to be in that situation..

 

The screen then changed from the image of the harbour, to images of ships showing severe battle damage and burnt ports. Some casualty numbers also appeared near the images.

 

"In November Nineteen-Forty, twenty-one Fairey Swordfish Biplanes attacked the Italian Fleet at the port of Taranto. Though the aircraft were already obsolete, they managed to sink one Italian Battleship, and damage two more Battleships, a Cruiser and two Destroyers for the loss of only two aircraft. The raid would later be used as inspiration for the Attack on Pearl Harbour, the Breen Attack on San Francisco during the Dominion War, and many others."

 
Its interesting how those considered to be obsolete can still do incredible damage to the enemy if used in the right way...
 

The screen changed again, this time broadcasting several images; some were static, some moved. One included a four-engined aircraft flying at low-level over water dropping a cylindrical object that skipped across the surface like a rock. Another showed a submerged submarine launching torpedoes at a convoy of merchant vessels. More recent examples showed small and well-armed vessels not unlike the fighter covered by the tarp at the hangar's rear swarming over a formation of Cardassian warships.

 

"You may wonder why I'm showing you these examples; we cannot match the Borg ship-for-ship. One Cube, traditionally, requires several dozen starships to combat effectively. Likewise, though Cardassian ships are less advanced their fleet is much larger than ours, and our friends along the Romulan border have ships that are larger, better-armed and more difficult to detect than ours. Therefore, should conflict arise, we need a new strategy - asymmetric warfare. Star Fleet doesn't like to think of it, historians always like to remind us of terrorist organisations such as the IRA, Al'Qaeda, or the Maquis, ignoring the more legitimate uses during wartime between two belligerent nations, such as surgical strikes against tactical or strategic targets."

 

Closing down the projector, Jenny smiled and folded her arms.

 

"That's enough theory for now; let's get you flying and see what you've got!"

 

Flying! FINALLY!!

 

==Two days later==

 

Tess had been paired with Riley for the last two hectic days of their lives. Braggins had been making them do constant theory and historical lessons, as well as doing practical simulations and using a new "Advanced Tactical Trainer". Between all this, Tess had barely gotten enough time to eat and sleep, however she wasn't as tired as she expected to be, sure all her limbs felt like they were on fire when she moved them, but she pushed through the pain, and she wasn't tired in the slightest, just heavily bruised a bit weary. Tess put the lack of effects down to how young she was and moved on.

 

They had already assembled outside one of the simulators, with Tess giving a friendly smile to Riley as they arrived, when Commander Braggins came, eating a sandwich and drinking coffee. 

 

"Good morning, everyone!" Sipping her coffee, Jenny opened the doors and let the trainees file in; the simulator was currently recreating the Bridge of an old Defiant-class Starship, with all the consoles and stations vacant and ready for use.

 

A Defiant Class bridge?

 

Tess was slightly confused about why the simulation was set up like this, but did not need to wait long to be told why.

 

"This is the USS Valiant, NCC-74210. During the Dominion War, the Valiant found itself behind enemy lines crewed by Cadets of Red Squad who launched a brave but ultimately foolhardy and suicidal attack on a Dominion Battleship. Of the thirty-nine people aboard, only three survived. Your task today, is to do better. Silran will be in command, Riley will be at Helm. T'Relia at Tactical and Frost at Operations."

 

Sipping her coffee again, Jenny smiled. "Any questions? The simulation will begin once you're all situated."

 

Yes! I'm at weapons. Hopefully I won't mess this up too badly...

 

Tess walked over to her station, sat down and got ready for a fight against a Dominion Battleship. Hoping she didn't mess it up, she prepared for the simulation.

 

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Posted Star Date 22004.03 @ 16:57 (04:57 PM)

Okay, that could have gone worse. Braggins changed the hologram before continuing. 

 

"In November Ninteen-Forty, twenty-one Fairey Swordfish Biplanes attacked the Italian Fleet at the port of Taranto. Though the aircraft were already obsolete, they managed to sink one Italian Battleship, and damage two more Battleships, a Cruiser, and two Destroyers for the loss of only two aircraft. The raid would be later used as inspiration for the Attack on Pearl Harbour, the Breen Attack on San Francisco during the Dominion War, and many others."

 

His ears perked up at the mention of the Breen Attack. San Francisco had been his home all of his life and he had heard horror stories about the attack growing up. San Francisco would always be a logical enemy target as long as the Shipyard was there which made growing up in the city nerve-wracking at times. Still, he focused on what Braggins was saying and paid no thought to the memories. 

 

"You may wonder why I'm showing you these examples; we cannot match the Borg ship-for-ship. One Cube, traditionally, requires several dozen starships to combat effectively. Likewise, though Cardassian ships are less advanced their fleet is much larger than ours, and our friends along the Romulan border have ships that are larger, better-armed and more difficult to detect than ours. Therefore, should conflict arise, we need a new strategy - asymmetric warfare. Star Fleet doesn't like to think of it, historians always like to remind us of terrorist organisations such as the IRA, Al'Qaeda, or the Maquis, ignore the more legitimate uses during wartime between two belligerent nations, such as surgical strikes against tactical or strategic targets." 

 

Though the comparison to terrorist organizations soured him on the idea, Commander Braggins' lesson plan made sense. The Magellan, one of the faster ships in Star Fleet at the time, still couldn't outrun a Borg Probe let alone outgun it without the unorthodox strategies Commander Archen, Tess, and himself had made up on the fly. To recall his own tactical studies, Star Fleet wanted to fight like the British soldiers did during the French-Indian War and they lost many battles do to the French & Indian style of guerrilla warfare. Ultimately the British were the victors but not without losses. Braggins' strategy of fighting quick and hard to an unaware enemy, especially the Borg who learn and adapt, was incredibly sound. 

 

"That's enough theory for now; let's get you flying and see what you've got!" 

 

Alec stood from his seat with a sigh of relief. Flying he could do. Sitting around a hologram and talking about strategy around three high-rank officers who had more knowledge and experience than him had been awkward enough. Everyone was equal in the sky though. Well... in theory.

 

 

==Two Days Later==

 

While others would struggle with the amount of work and lack of sleep the training had been, Alec felt like he was at home. From his youth to his days at the Academy, Alec wasn't a big fan of sleep. He would average maybe 4 or 5 hours of sleep at night, drink a lot of coffee, and get on with the work. Fortunately it was a habit he had picked up from his father growing up. There were only 24 hours in the day and most people wasted 8 of them asleep. Take 4 hours of sleep and it leaves the remaining 20 for work, exercise, study, and his hobbies. It was a weird point of pride to stare at someone with dark rings around your eyes and know that you did more work before they woke up than they would probably do all day. Sure, he was burning the candle at both ends but at least he felt productive in what he was doing. 

 

Alec stepped into the holodeck and smiled as he looked at a bridge. It was becoming one of his favorite places to be next to a gym or a ring. He saw Tess and gave her a grin before standing near her. They had spent the past two days working together and he found that he enjoyed her company. So far, they had been paired together on every assignment since leaving the Academy and he was appreciating the familiarity they had built together. She always seemed so eager for whatever was about to come next and the lust for life was refreshing. He didn't get a chance to say hello before Commander Braggins walked in looking casual and even giddy for the day. She must be an early-riser too...

 

"Good morning, everyone! This is the USS Valiant, NCC-74210. During the Dominion War, the Valiant found itself behind enemy lines crewed by Cadets of Red Squad who launched a brave but ultimately foolhardy and suicidal attack on a Dominion Battleship. Of the thirty-nine people aboard, only three survived. Your task today is to do better. Silran will be in command, Riley will be at Helm. T'Relia at Tactical and Frost at Operations. Any question? The simulation will begin once you're all situated."

 

Alec moved quickly to the helm. The question on his mind was just how far into the simulation would they be put in. Would they have a chance to prepare or were they immediately being thrown into the deep end? The last thing he wanted to do was have the simulation begin and immediately have to take evasive action. Though he had a feeling the Lt. would find it a good time. Frost had proven to be a bit of a livewire which was refreshing to see. Most officers, he had gotten the impression of, were a bit on the stuffy side. Much like Tess, she had a lust for life though he dare say her's was a deeper one. 

 

"Where are we in the event's timeline? And what are our assets? Is our crew manifest the same as it was in the actual event, just with ourselves stepping in for the historical roles?" 

 

Silran had been thinking the same thing. Though he hadn't had the opportunity to work as close with him or Frost as he did Tess, Alec had grown to respect the methodical nature of Silran's thinking. His strategy had been one of the more well-received ones on the first day and him being given command in this simulation didn't necessarily have a thing to do with his rank. Alec felt like he'd have no problem following the man's lead on this training. 

 

 

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Edited by Mid Alec Riley, Star Date 22004.03 @ 16:58 (04:58 PM).


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Posted Star Date 22004.05 @ 17:23 (05:23 PM)

Jenny had rolled her eyes as the trainees entered the simulator and Frost made the kind of comment that Jenny had come to expect from the young officer; she was talented and her experiences had yet to dull her personality, but Jenny was beginning to wonder whether that happy-go-lucky attitude was simply a facade; it wouldn't be the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. Someone would need to keep her eye on young Frost in case she melted down in the middle of a crisis.

 

Again, wouldn't be the first or last time...

 

"Where are we in the event's timeline? And what are our assets? Is our crew manifest the same as it was in the actual event, just with ourselves stepping in for the historical roles?" 

 

That was Silran, the veteran always with the best questions. None of them were virgins when it came to combat experience, but Silran had fought many battles against many enemies, including his own people. He'd been in Star Fleet before Jenny had emerged early and defective from her maturation chamber and escaped the lab on Muro IX, and was the closest thing to a "veteran" the trainees had. 

 

"To better represent the scenario, yes, the crew will be comprised of Red Squad Cadets..."

 

Even their excellence in studies and theoretical situations didn't prepare them for the real thing. Brave but stupid.

 

"The simulation will begin with you planning your attack. When the decision is made, the simulation will automatically skip you to your approach to target. Good luck."

 

With that, Jenny backed out of the simulator and the door closed. The simulation began, Cadets in 2370s-style Cadet uniforms materialised at the unoccupied stations around the Bridge, and the viewscreen lit up with the known specifications of Dominion Battleships in the early 2370s. From now on out, it was up to the trainees to try and achieve what a collection of academic geniuses could not...


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#17 Lt (JG) Kit Frost

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Posted Star Date 22004.07 @ 17:00 (05:00 PM)

Kit was unsure of how they were going to do better than a large bitter victory that had happened in the past. As she sat behind the console, it was intriguing to think how they were charged with doing better. Of course they had tactical knowledge of some situations, but that didn't mean it would be any easier. What if those in the past had done the best they could. What if those last three people were as good as it got and there was no way to do better. Kit was nervous about failing and yet knew that at least if that was the case, they would walk away from it knowing they had done the best they could. All she could do was do her best to support the team from her station. They had all gone through the same training and all been hand picked from the tactical officers that Braggins could pull from for various reasons.

 

Frost didn't remember much of the original Valiant, she remembered touching on it in class. Touching on how few survived and how they had fought the best they could but ultimately had to use the escape pods for the last three remaining living officers. It was a catastrophe and one that had mixed blessings. It was game time now, and she knew that they were well equipped to do this.

 

The console at her fingertips came up rather quickly, and the UFP logo spun around before welcoming her to the console as it did each time she powered it up. Her first act of thought was to make sure that she knew what kind of systems were at her disposal. She wanted to know engine specs, weapon systems, and any other information. Especially the condition of the ship, were they starting with something that was at full power and completely fresh or if they were working with an already wounded ship.

 

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Posted Star Date 22004.09 @ 23:18 (11:18 PM)

"To better represent the scenario, yes, the crew will be comprised of Red Squad Cadets," Jenny said, pausing dramatically on the word. "The simulation will begin with you planning your attack. When the decision is made, the simulation will automatically skip you to your approach to target. Good luck."

 

With that, Jenny backed out of the simulator and the door closed. The simulation began, Cadets in 2370s-style Cadet uniforms materialised at the unoccupied stations around the Bridge, and the viewscreen lit up with the known specifications of Dominion Battleships in the early 2370s. Silran sighed, settling back into the captain's chair - still and odd feeling, despite his new position of first officer. Does it ever get better, he wondered, and knew the answer was likely yes, though it would likely be a long time.

 

He looked around the bridge for a moment, and wondered just how this was going to all work out. He saw his people - my people? he thought questioningly before accepting it - at their stations, supplemented by the holo-cadets, and wondered if they were going to have any better success than the original Red Squad did. It was a long shot, and the likelihood of success would need a Vulcan to calculate.

 

Only one way to find out.

 

"Okay, people," he said as the room set itself into motion. "We've got a Battleship out there. We're the only ones in the area, and we're seriously outgunned." He pulled up the data on his padd so he could read it better, to remind himself of the particulars. "It's twice as wide as a Galaxy, and three times as long, as is as heavily armed as something that big would suggest."

 

He kept briefing them audibly, buying himself some time to think. "The scans we've been able to get show one weakness: the supports for the antimatter containment system are strong, but are vulnerable to delta radiation, making them highly brittle and prone to collapse. The plan that was previously suggested" - the plan that originally was conducted by Red Squad, he thought, figuring that the other Phase 3 trainees could read between the lines - "was to modify a photon torpedo to emit delta radiation and fire it at point blank range. This would have to be manually targeted, since the modifications would necessitate removing the guidance system."

 

He turned in his chair, looking at T'Relia, Riley, and Frost. "Let's see if we can come up with something better." He swapped his padd into input mode and started drawing out a suggestion. "I think a better option would be if we could get the device to the Battleship without us having to deliver it ourselves. If we can somehow get a mine in their path, something they'll want to investigate and tractor in rather than just destroy out of hand, we might be able to deliver it without putting ourselves too far into harms way." He had his own idea, of course, of how to make that happen, but he wanted to hear other suggestions first. "Any ideas, people?"

 

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#19 Lt (JG) Alec Riley

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Posted Star Date 22004.11 @ 20:28 (08:28 PM)

Even though they were going to be watched like a hawk by Commander Braggins, Alec felt more comfortable in this holodeck than he did back on the Magellan during the Megasphere raid. After all, this was all a simulation and simulations allowed to mistakes. Even if they were not successful, they could see where things went wrong and how to improve upon them. Losing helps you grow and growing helps you win - an age old saying. Regardless, where was the fun in competing for a participation trophy. If the mission was to take a botched recon mission that had morphed into a suicide mission by an over-eager cadet turned acting-captain... they could surely do better. Not only were officers like Commander Silran and Lt. Frost part of this training but he and Tess, the most inexperienced of the class, had already been thrust into the deep end of combat. They weren't a group of kids who thought they were invincible and had eyes filled with future glory. Another positive was that they had an opportunity to plan before the simulation started. He had been worried that Braggins was going to immediately toss them into the deep end and he'd have to take evasive action immediately. Thankfully not the case. 

 

Alec looked over the Valiant's helm console when the other cadets materialized around them. It ran a chill up his spine. He was looking at dead men and women. Only three people walked away from this encounter in real life and everyone else died in the chaos. They had parents and friends, brothers and sisters, and now they only lived on as holograms in a simulation. If this exercise was a success, these boys and girls would be going home. The holograms would celebrate on a job well done and have no idea of the flaming ash they had actually turned out. These were echoes... ghosts... and it made him uncomfortable. He pushed the thought out of his mind and rotated his chair to face Commander Silran in the captain's chair as he began to speak. 

 

"The scans we've been able to get show one weakness: the supports for the antimatter containment system are strong, but are vulnerable to delta radiation, making them highly brittle and prone to collapse. The plan that was previously suggested was to modify a photon torpedo to emit delta radiation and fire it at point blank range. This would have to be manually targeted, since the modifications would necessitate removing the guidance system. Let's see if we can come up with something better. I think a better option would be if we could get the device to the Battleship without us having to deliver it ourselves. If we can somehow get a mine in their path, something they'll want to investigate and tractor in rather than just destroy out of hand, we might be able to deliver it without putting ourselves too far into harms way. Any ideas, people?"

 

If they followed the same plan the cadets had they would all die. No sense in trying to take a flawed plan and polish it up. Start new and start fresh. Silran's plan made a lot of sense. Why contend with shielding when you can potentially blow the whole thing from the inside? The issue is what would be sufficient and most tempting thing for the Jem'Hadar to bring aboard? Silran's probe idea could work or the Jem'Hadar could just shoot it down. A shuttle or escape pod could be scanned for life signs and shot down as well. Engaging them in combat head to head was foolish because they take each confrontation to the extreme as they rightfully believe each is a fight for their life. Though... the Jem'Hadar was known for their sense of honor. They've taken prisoners before.

 

"Sir, to piggyback your idea, knowing the Jem'Hadar's viewpoints on the tactical advantages of holding prisoners... we could send out a fake SOS hailing, load the device into an escape pod, and send it out for pick-up. If the Jem'Hadar know it came from a Star Fleet frequency, they could see any survivors as potential sources of intel. My only concern would be manipulating some sort of a life sign into the pod to trick their scanners..." 

 

 

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#20 Lt Tess T'Relia

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Posted Star Date 22004.12 @ 00:37 (12:37 AM)

"The simulation will begin with you planning your attack. When the decision is made, the simulation will automatically skip you to your approach to target. Good luck."

 

Great... we have to attack a Dominion Battleship in a, from what I remember, an already wounded ship...

 

The simulation took hold, with cadets appearing in the standard cadet uniform of that era, and the specs of a Dominion Battleship on the viewscreen. The holographic cadets made Tess partially sad, in this attack they would have all been hoping to get home safe, believing that fame and glory awaited them as well as a long career. None of them got that far, most died due to one Cadets overconfidence.

 

Tess loaded up the weapons station for the Valiant. She knew the Defiant class of the time used beam weapons, but also used pulse cannons, which, combined with its fast speeds, made it more deadly then the great hulks that compromised a lot of Star Fleets ships during this time period.

 

"The scans we've been able to get show one weakness: the supports for the antimatter containment system are strong, but are vulnerable to delta radiation, making them highly brittle and prone to collapse. The plan that was previously suggested was to modify a photon torpedo to emit delta radiation and fire it at point blank range. This would have to be manually targeted, since the modifications would necessitate removing the guidance system. Let's see if we can come up with something better. I think a better option would be if we could get the device to the Battleship without us having to deliver it ourselves. If we can somehow get a mine in their path, something they'll want to investigate and tractor in rather than just destroy out of hand, we might be able to deliver it without putting ourselves too far into harms way. Any ideas, people?" Commander Silran said from the Command chair

 
Hmmm... using the same idea could be risky, as it didn't work at all well when the Valiant tried it.
 
"Sir, to piggyback your idea, knowing the Jem'Hadar's viewpoints on the tactical advantages of holding prisoners... we could send out a fake SOS hailing, load the device into an escape pod, and send it out for pick-up. If the Jem'Hadar know it came from a Star Fleet frequency, they could see any survivors as potential sources of intel. My only concern would be manipulating some sort of a life sign into the pod to trick their scanners..." 
 
A good idea, but from what I remember of the battle, it wouldn't work.. the ship was too unknown for the Jem'Hadar to want to risk information getting back to Star Fleet Command.
 
"A good idea, but I doubt it would work. From what I remember of the battle, the three of the escape pods from the Valiant cleared its explosion radius, but two were picked off by the Battleship. The Jem'Hadar may take prisoners, but they weren't willing to take any in this instance. Also, considering Battleships are often command ships, it is possible this battleship has someone senior in the Dominions chain of command on board, which means they would rather destroy a device then risk the ship being destroyed." Tess said.
 
The Valiant was wounded at the time, but it still had impulse and weapons, it is possible we could use speed and firepower to our advantage here.
 
"That being said, the Valiant is far smaller and faster then the Battleship, It would be quite easy to miss us if we stay close and manage to weave through their shots, that way it should be easy for us to place obstacles in their path, possibly try and force them into the path of a mine or a powerful torpedo barrage. However, it would be risky as the Battleship has superior firepower, if we get hit too often the Valiant will be destroyed." Tess said, cautiously.
 
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#21 Lt (JG) Alec Riley

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Posted Star Date 22004.14 @ 16:46 (04:46 PM)

Tess had shot holes in his plans like he expected someone to. He was glad it was her though. He felt like he was on even footing with her and could bounce ideas against her without any judgement. He leaned back in the helm's chair and rubbed the back of his newly shaved head. There was some added pressure to this conversation seeing how Silran, Frost, and Braggins were all watching two Midshipmen dish out strategy when they had only been assigned to one vessel for one mission, but the challenge was interesting to say the least.

 

"You brought up a great point, Tess but I think the circumstances would be different enough. The Jem'Hadar hadn't taken prisoners when the Valiant launched their attack, yes, but the Valiant had also proven that they were aware of a weak point in their ship's design. They could have been deemed to dangerous to live at that point and not worth the risk. If there is an escape pod floating out in space broadcasting on a Federation frequency and we stay cloaked... I just don't know. Could be worth the shot if it meant getting the device inside their ship without putting an already damaged Valiant into any unnecessary harm."

 

He knew that Tess was brave but he also knew that she was smart. When the first infiltration team was being extracted from the Megasphere, she had rushed to the transporter room to help get them back on board. He liked her idea and would normally be gung-ho about trying to slip in and out of harm's way after distracting them, but he didn't like this scenario one bit. Yes, they were more experienced than the Valiant and could handle the pressure of combat better but walking into a situation that was known to be a colossal failure and being tested to win anyway made him want to explore every possible angle first before committing to anything. 

 

"Now I may be completely wrong here and that's okay, but I think that bobbing and weaving would only work for a few minutes. Not only does that ship have more fire power, their scanners and sensors probably outwork the Valiant's too. We weren't able to outmaneuver the scanners on the Borg probes too well and, yes, the Jem'Hadar aren't as advanced as the Borg but the Valiant isn't as small or fast as the Magellan was. The Jem'Hadar are bred for battle, so they can likely deduce what we're up to if we're out in the open. All they would need to do is figure out a pattern, lock on, and then we're in their hands. As you pointed out, two too many hits and we're in no better condition than the cadets were."

 

The problem Alec was having now, though, was that he didn't have a much better suggestion aside from his first and Tess'. The Valiant was a lesson taught to many cadets in tactical about how brave yet foolish you can be. Sure, there is a medal with Tim Watters name on it... but it wasn't a medal Alec had any part in wanting. That wasn't to say that Tess was being foolish, far from it. 

 

"Your idea is probably better than mine, Tess. With mine there is a risk of the Jem'Hadar not going for the bait and we would have wasted our payload for nothing. Still, though, I just don't know if I'm comfortable with us acting as the bait." 

 

 

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#22 Lt Tess T'Relia

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Posted Star Date 22004.15 @ 00:47 (12:47 AM)

"You brought up a great point, Tess but I think the circumstances would be different enough. The Jem'Hadar hadn't taken prisoners when the Valiant launched their attack, yes, but the Valiant had also proven that they were aware of a weak point in their ship's design. They could have been deemed to dangerous to live at that point and not worth the risk. If there is an escape pod floating out in space broadcasting on a Federation frequency and we stay cloaked... I just don't know. Could be worth the shot if it meant getting the device inside their ship without putting an already damaged Valiant into any unnecessary harm."

 
Hmmmm... would be a good plan, but from what I know the Valiant did not have a cloaking device on board....
 

"Now I may be completely wrong here and that's okay, but I think that bobbing and weaving would only work for a few minutes. Not only does that ship have more fire power, their scanners and sensors probably outwork the Valiant's too. We weren't able to outmaneuver the scanners on the Borg probes too well and, yes, the Jem'Hadar aren't as advanced as the Borg but the Valiant isn't as small or fast as the Magellan was. The Jem'Hadar are bred for battle, so they can likely deduce what we're up to if we're out in the open. All they would need to do is figure out a pattern, lock on, and then we're in their hands. As you pointed out, two too many hits and we're in no better condition than the cadets were."

 

"Your idea is probably better than mine, Tess. With mine there is a risk of the Jem'Hadar not going for the bait and we would have wasted our payload for nothing. Still, though, I just don't know if I'm comfortable with us acting as the bait." 

 
Tess thought on that for a minute. She knew that trying to outmanoeuvre the Battleship was an option, but apart from that there was very little they could do. They needed to use the things they had, superior speed and a smaller ship, as well as what was pretty powerful weaponry at the time. They were fighting what could essentially be described as a moving space station, so they had to use agility and speed or else they were not making it very far.
 
"That idea is a good one Riley, however I do not believe the Valiant had a cloaking device, which is an obvious flaw in the plan. The Jem'Hadar would most likely put two and two together, realise its a trick and either try to use it against us or outright destroy it. The main issue is, the Valiant is a wounded ship fighting against a relatively new and completely unscathed battleship, so we have to use what we have available to us. Should we get too close we may be able to negate their ability to use torpedo's for fear of damaging themselves, but we would be open to any energy weapons. The best option, in my opinion, that we have is to try and keep a good distance so we have time to dodge, and be able to strike with the Valiant's cannons and phaser beams." Tess said.
 
There were many things that could go wrong, but it seemed to be a better idea than trying to get something inside a ship full of creatures who were made to fight wars and would know pretty much every trick in the book. Hopefully whatever idea they had would work.
 
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Posted Star Date 22004.15 @ 13:11 (01:11 PM)

"That idea is a good one Riley, however I do not believe the Valiant had a cloaking device, which is an obvious flaw in the plan. The Jem'Hadar would most likely put two and two together, realise its a trick and either try to use it against us or outright destroy it. The main issue is, the Valiant is a wounded ship fighting against a relatively new and completely unscathed battleship, so we have to use what we have available to us. Should we get too close we may be able to negate their ability to use torpedo's for fear of damaging themselves, but we would be open to any energy weapons. The best option, in my opinion, that we have is to try and keep a good distance so we have time to dodge, and be able to strike with the Valiant's cannons and phaser beams."

 

The more Tess elaborated on it, the more sense she was making. Yes, they had hugged the Megasphere and it had served the Magellan well and she had been heavily damaged before they did so. The idea was still a heavy risk. All of the ideas were going to come with heavy risk, naturally. You don't launch an assault on the Jem'Hadar without expecting some sort of retaliation. Obviously he and Tess weren't going to be the decision makers here. All they could do was offer their best ideas and wait for Commander Silran's decision. Still, though, Alec wanted to offer up something unconventional and out-of-the-box if just to give the team a wide range of possibilities to think up. Though now he had something stuck in his craw...

 

"Wait... I thought all Defiant class starships had cloaking devices?"

 

Alec rubbed the bridge of his nose and thought back to the Academy. He'd spent hours before a test, pouring over a PADD, trying to memorize the schematics of different classes of starships. There was some feeling of deja vu he was getting about this now that Tess mentioned it. Why is that so familiar? What am I... 

 

"No. You're right. The only one that did was the USS Defiant... which is the same mistake I made on an exam in the Academy. Damn!"

 

He leaned back in the helm's chair and looked up at the ceiling. Whose idea was it anyway to name a Defiant class starship the USS Defiant? He would have named it the USS Rocky or the USS Clubber or the USS Anything Else. Well... now that I have thoroughly embarrassed myself... I've got nothing to lose now. Alec sat back up in his seat. 

 

"Alright, you sold me on it. If I could drag the Magellan's half-dead carcass along the Megasphere without killing us then I can sure as hell do it with the Jem'Hadar." 

 

 

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#24 Cdr Silran {Elias}

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Posted Star Date 22004.16 @ 00:30 (12:30 AM)

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Posted Star Date 22004.16 @ 13:43 (01:43 PM)

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There was a Battleship out there, their power and guns were severely limited and the Valiant was the only one that could attack. It was not going to be easy. The ship was massive in size and of course that meant it came with weaponry that the Valiant could only dream of. Kit kind of wished that she was on the other ship, but, she wasn't and now she was going to have to use what know-how she had to bring some tactical prowess to the Valiant in the hopes of, as a team, being able to actually pull this off. Braggins had certainly set them up with a mission that was easy to fail. They didn't have to win, but they had to do better. With the tactical minds on board she hoped they could accomplish it, though Kit didn't know much about the whole situation. They had covered it briefly in Tactical classes back at the Academy but honestly there were so many battles, so many ships lost and won here and there through out history, it was a drop in the bucket. The most notable thing was the three survivors.

 

The ship had one Achilles heel. Their antimatter containment system supports were strong, they would have to be, but they were vulnerable to delta radiation. Which meant they would be prone to collapse and that could most definitely end the battle. However, it had been tried before, with a photon torpedo to emit it at blank range. With it being manually targeted and no time for any sort of guidance system as well as the element of surprise she could understand full well how that was the step the officers on the USS Valiant took first time around.

 

The first suggestion on the board was if they could get them to pick up some kind of probe, or mine, or something that they could detonate once it was on board. Frost could not see that as truly viable. “I can't imagine what we could come up with that would interest them enough to pick it up.” she stated as she looked over at the Commander. Riley mentioned maybe getting some sort of shuttle together that could have a fake SOS and fake life signs from the Pod so that they Jen'Hadar would want to gather them for delicious Starfleet Intel.

 

“I'm pretty sure an Engineer could do it.” Frost said. “It's been done before, but I don't know how to rig it do you guys?” she asked curiously, she was fairly new and though she was a Lieutenant she didn't know how to mask life signs like some other officers did. Tess then mentioned that she doubted it would work, history had shown that they had picked off two of the three escaping pods. Which meant they weren't there for intel. The Jen'Hadar had other goals. Then she went on to say staying close to the ship might be their best bet. Close enough that they could weave through the fire power, and hopefully lay a trap that would force them into the path of mines or some kind of delta radiation. Alec seemed to take the words right out of Frost's mouth so she stayed quiet because there was no need to reiterate what had already been thrown out there. It was too dangerous and it wouldn't take long for the Jem'Hadar to figure out their flight patterns. Everyone had one.

 

Alec and Tess had a good thing going, and Frost had just been listening for the most part giving a few of her own thoughts on the plans laid ahead. It seemed they were most interested in getting close. “What if we merged the ideas. They point blanked the Delta bomb right into the heart of the ship. If we are close enough to be weaving through their attacks, and yet far enough from them that we could lay down a nice rain of torpedo fire that would radiate them .. it might work. Besides, what if we had warp at the ready? What if, we were dodging their fire, and getting close to their vulnerabilities. As soon as we let off the torpedos, we could warp across the battlefield. Not far, just enough to be out of their range and make sure the torpedos found their home. You're all right, this ship is going to take some damage with our brazen plan. It seems that being close to the detonation would not be wise for us. So I'm thinking, Sucker punch and then.. warp?” she offered with a shrug of her shoulder.



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Posted Star Date 22004.17 @ 22:07 (10:07 PM)

Silran sat back and listened to the debate. Riley and T'Relia, it seemed, had built a really nice rapport in their short time together, and were quickly going back and forth between them. As they did, he worked his console a bit, going over the crew and systems to make sure that everything was as he remembered it from his studies.

 

He'd taken an interest in "lost cause" battles - not surprising, considering his parents had defected after taking part in the Battle of the Basen Rift, working alongside the Enterprise to defeat Shinzon and his mad plan - and had remembered this particular one. He had planned on offering bait he believed that the Dominion couldn't pass up. The Valiant had picked up Nog on his way to or from Ferenginar on a diplomatic mission, he couldn't quite recall which, and the Romulan had thought that a message stating that he was carrying an urgent message from the Nagus for the Federation Council might be bait enough. Maybe they would want the information, maybe they would want to replace Nog and try to sow dissent between the two powers, he wasn't sure, but it was worth a try.

 

Unfortunately, he didn't find Star Fleet's lone Ferengi aboard. He hit his armrest in disappointment - maybe a little harder than he'd meant to, but he couldn't help it now. They definitely couldn't duplicate the man well enough to fool the Dominion; he'd needed him here to record the distress call. And the others were right, too, in that he couldn't guarantee that they would be able to actually hide the signature of the bomb and fake the lifesigns enough to fool the Dominion anyway. This really is a hopeless situation, he thought.

 

The other idea being bandied about wasn't much better. Trying to close with the Battleship to try and damage it while avoiding most of their return fire was just asking for trouble; it gave up their maneuverability, which was a large part of their defense, and would make it more difficult for them to return fire anyway. Staying further away wasn't an option, either, given the sheer volume of fire that would be coming at them.

 

"Damned if we do, damned if we don't," he said quietly, barely realizing he'd said it aloud. He sighed and turned, looking at the three of them, letting the holographic cadets go about their work and be ignored. They didn't matter for this anyway, realistically. Just the four of them did.

 

"Well," he finally said aloud, "Frost has one thing right: a sucker punch is probably our best bet." He stood up and paced a little, tired of the chair he didn't feel he'd earned. "You guys were right: there's no way to guarantee that the Dominion will take the bait for a trap, and even if they're intrigued by it, the odds are that they would simply vaporize it to preserve their secrecy. So the trap idea is out, since we don't have the resources to fall back on a second plan if that fails.

 

"On the other hand, a frontal assault and trying to engage them in a close-quarters fight is too risky, as well. A ship this size, a lot of her durability comes from maneuverability. If we can't keep moving, we're going to get worn down before they are; if we're sticking within a kilometre of their hull, then they can just keep hitting us with the weapons they have on that side and wear us down. Trying to destroy them from close range will just get us killed for no appreciable gain."

 

He rubbed a hand through his hair as he continued to pace. "So what are our priorities? We are the only ship with the technical readouts on this battleship, and we need to see it destroyed. We don't have the firepower and durability to ensure that it's destroyed without utilizing the one weakness that we've found, and no guarantee that that weakness will be sufficient to let us destroy it in the first place."

 

He turned and looked at them each in turn. "Our best bet, as I see it, is to first, ensure the information gets to the Federation, and second, see what damage we can do. However, I'm not risking the total loss of this ship; another Defiant on the front lines is too valuable. So, we're going to prepare a probe, load all information pertaining to the battleship, our logs, everything, and fire it at the nearest starbase. I think 275 is the nearest, but please check that for me, T'Relia.

 

"Once that is on the way, we'll continue to shadow the Battleship, make sure we know where it's going. If we don't receive a communication from Star Fleet within two days, we'll have to choose: make an attack run, execute the same plan that Red Squad did to try and destroy or severely cripple the Battleship, and warp away after we've landed our sucker punch, or we can simply head back to base ourselves, losing eyes on the ship and just hoping that we can find it again once we have some friends with us." He smiled at the three of them. "I think I know which way you guys are leaning, but I want to hear it aloud. Do we sucker punch, or do we try to gather the fleet and come back in strength?"

 

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#27 Lt (JG) Alec Riley

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Posted Star Date 22004.19 @ 01:21 (01:21 AM)

He had appreciated Frost and Silran allowing him and Tess to go back and forth. Whether it had been intentional or not, it was nice to see how the two Midshipmen worked with one another and where their thought processes went. He had approached the assignment thinking more about subterfuge and guerrilla tactics whereas Tess was sticking to the more straight forward approach. Both plans had their flaws, but it was nice to see that they could explore a situation together and figure out the pros and cons of their situation. Of the two plans they had discussed, both shared high risk for failure though his was worse as they could lose their payload without even engaging with the enemy if they just shut down the decoy escape pod. 

 

Right after he had agreed with Tess' plan, Frost suggested the two plans could be merged. They could lure the Jem'Hadar into thinking they were going to engage in a dogfight, slap them hard in the gut with their payload, and then they warp off just as quick to avoid the detonation. He liked a sucker punch. Prolonged fighting at close range with the Jem'Hadar wouldn't go their way for very long and the fake escape pod plan was flawed from the start. Dipping in, getting off a good hit, and then zipping out would be ideal. The only concern he had was just how well would the Valiant do in warp? He hadn't taken the opportunity to get an assessment of the ship's current condition and warp could very well rip her apart at the seams for all he knew. The sound of Silran turning and addressing them took his attention before he could ask any further questions. 

 

Silran was perhaps the most interesting person in this training exercise in Alec's opinion. He carried a lot more seniority and experience than the others, but he also allowed them the opportunity to try and suggest plans of their own first. He quickly reiterated why both Alec's and Tess' plans were out as the risk for both was just too high. With Frost's plan however, Silran brought up an important point that Alec had forgotten all about.

 

Wait... has this been a trick question the whole time?

 

The USS Valiant's mission was to gather intel on the Jem'Hadar's cruiser and get it back to Star Fleet. The Command crew had all died onboard, leaving a cadet in charge as acting captain. Instead of sending the intel back to Star Fleet, the cadet decided to run the ship for himself. When the Valiant blew up, so did the intel and the mission was a failure. So... was Alec overthinking this or was phase one of Silran's plan the answer all along? 

 

Regardless, Silran had offered them a choice. They were going to launch a probe with the Jem'Hadar intel back to the closest Starbase and shadow the cruiser for two days. If they hadn't heard back from Star Fleet with additional orders, they were either going to go with Frost's sucker punch idea or turn tail and run. The second made no sense. They had nothing to lose here. Alec cleared his throat. 

 

"We literally have no reason not to try, sir. If the first part of the plan succeeds and the probe gets to Starbase 275 then we would have already done better than the Valiant. Valiant's critical failure had everything to do with the intel that was lost in her destruction, right? The way I see it, sir, if we can take down the Jem'Hadar vessel that's extra credit."

 

 

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