Pirate Sighting (part 1)

Posted on Fri Dec 9th, 2011 @ 12:52pm by Morgana Frey & Lieutenant Cassandra Levue & Lieutenant Commander Delon Tovan & Captain Thayne 'Blackbeard' Kilgore

917 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: The Race for the Lost Treasure

ON

Levue was tapping, patiently at the console. It was showing No result, as it had, for the past half hour, since the away teams had left. She was rather bored, at this point. She began humming the theme to a semi-popular holodeck novel.

Tatiana was at science. She wasn't familiar with the theme, but it reminded her of yet another popular song. "Kiss a Wookie, kick a 'droid," she began to sing.

A small craft entered the sector and it was closely followed by a much bigger ship. The ship wasn't as big as a Galaxy class starship but it was bigger than a Defiant class vessel. The ship was of unknown configuration but that didn't matter at the moment. The smaller craft was dodging various shoots that were being fired by a much bigger vessel.

The bridge was quiet. The crew focused on various tasks until that silence was broken by the sound of the Tactical station. Tovan looked back. "Report."

"Shields raised, weapons hot." Levue said, with a frown. "Small craft being pursued by larger craft. Weapons being fired. Recommend intervention."

"Two life signs on the shuttle," Tatiana added.

Levue hesitated. A life sign meant that the person, in question, was in trouble. They should assist, at once. Unfortunately, it was Tovan's call. She desperately wanted to intervene.

She took a deep breath. "Larger vessel is within torpedo range. On current trajectory, phaser range is estimated at 1.2 minutes." Levue said, in a neutral tone of voice.

"Open a channel." Tovan said as he got up from the chair taking a few steps closer to the screen.

"It's open." Levue said, with a nod.

"This is Commander Tovan of the Starfleet vessel USS Calypso. You are in clear violation of Federation space. Disengage right now." Tovan looked at the tactical station as if asking if there was any response.

"Frantic, and excessive, firing, on the shuttle. I'd give that a ten percent increase in firing rate. If we were to strafing run them, they'd have to divert a portion of their firing at us. I'd estimate that they would either have to stop firing at the shuttle, altogether, to prevent burn-out, or they'd burn out their weaponry. If we do it from the right angle, we could interrupt their firing at the shuttle, snare it into a tractor, and blast them to a point where it would be safe to lower aft shields, and get them aboard." Levue noted.

===S.S. Blackheart===

Captain Kilgore sat at his chair and watched the view screen. He was watching his daughters shuttle sway back and forth, its hull was singed from the carefully planned phaser fire. Another stream of red light would come by as he saw the shuttle hit again. Kilgore stood up with a growl as he looked over to the tactical officers. "Careful, You half wit!. That is still the first officer of this ship!"

"I am sorry, sir. I'm having trouble hitting the planned areas, Captain." The tactical officer began to hit a couple keys franticly on the console. He looked up at the Captain and then back to the display.

"Quite alright." He said softly as he looked back to the view screen. He tried to hold back his caution over his daughter going on this mission, but he knew she could do it. A father must always be worried. He pulled out his klingon disruptor and then aimed it at the tactical officer. "Give me someone competent enough to Tactical!" He growled as he shot the officer and then holstered it again.

Two man ran over and grabbed the tactical officers body and began to drag it off. Another officer ran over and took the tactical position and then began to hit a the console.

"Lets give them a good show. We want to convince them she is in danger." Kilgore walked back to his seat and sat back down. He let out a soft growl as he looked closely at view screen. He was starting to believe that if the crew continued like this he would have to shoot them all.

== Calypso ==

Tovan looked back at the tactical officer as he turned around heading for the chair. "Do it." He ordered and took a seat in the chair.

== Shuttle ==

Morgana felt the phaser hit the aft engines and explode. Direct hit. Alarm kaxons began to sound as she hit the distress signal. "Buckle up, Kirk," she told the monkey next to her. "We're going down hard. I hope these Federation fools rescue us before we crash and burn. I don't think Kilgore will take kindly to either of us getting hurt." She'd put extra shielding and dampeners around the helm so she and Kirk would be sure to survive a crash -- but if they hit the ground, there would definitely be injuries.

Kirk screeched as he felt the shuttle shake from another hit. He jumped up and down, screeching loudly and then leaped into her lap. He curled up against her stomach as the shuttle shook one more time.

The shuttle began to shake violently as it plummeted through the upper atmosphere. "Mayday, mayday. This is the shuttle Moriarty, we're under attack. Engines are offline. We're going down."

[To be continued...]

Lieutenant Commander Delon Tovan
Acting XO

Lieutenant Cassandra Levue
Chief Science/Tactical Officer

Lieutenant Jourdan Abbott
Chief Engineer

Ensign Robert Tyler
Security Officer

Captain Thayne 'Blackbeard' Kilgore
Pirate Captain

Morgana Frey
Pirate XO

Tatiana (NPC)
Science Officer

 

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