CotOS: Captains of the Old Starfleet
Chapter 1
"Fire at will!" Captain Kirk ordered. "Have you gotten any response to our distress calls yet?"
"No, sir," replied Uhura.
"Where are those blasted reinforcements?" Kirk swore, "We're being torn apart!"
"Sir, shields down to 10%!" cried Sulu "We can't take another hit like that! Those Klingons really want us dead!"
"Wait... they've stopped firing," said one of the many officers on the bridge, "We're moving!"
"They've got us in a tractor beam!" shouted Kirk. "Prepare to repel boarders!"
The crew rushed to obey his orders. Kirk grabbed a phaser from the rack on the wall and raced towards the lifts. He found himself jammed in the lift with at least a dozen other bridge offices.
He pulled his communicator out and said, "Where are they boarding us, Lieutenant Uhura?"
"At lower level 12," answered an unknown voice, "Near cargo bay 5."
"Who are you?" demanded Kirk. "Where is Lieutenant Uhura?"
"She left along with all the other bridge crew to repel the boarders. I am Ensign Hirenight."
Kirk decided to ignore this "Ensign Hirenight" and said, "lower level 12, please."
The lift dinged, indicating that it confirmed his request. He waited impatiently for the lift to get to level 12. When he finally arrived, he jumped out the lift and ran over to where a cluster of Starfleet officers were hiding behind a overturned table. Kirk gazed at the airlock door that was conveniently placed right where most invaders would go first. Though the door was solidly made, it was still rapidly being breached.
"Steady... steady..." he said, and when the door exploded inward, he shouted "FIRE! FIRE! FIIIIIRE!"
A barrage of disruptor fire and phaser fire ricocheted of the walls. Several of his crew members went down. He couldn't see the enemy through the smoke from the door blowing up; but he could hear the cries of the wounded, from both his crew members and the Klingon's. A disrupter shot whistled past his ear. He instinctively ducked and looked around at what carnage the Klingons had already made. He saw Sulu, with a smoking hole in his chest. He also saw Uhura, with a leg that was twisted savagely to the left.
Kirk knew he was probably going to die, but he wanted to go down fighting. If the Klingons would ever remember him for anything, it would be for not giving up. He called his men to retreat down the hall and shut the door behind him.
"Ensign Hirenight, prepare to disable the gravity right in front of me." He said into his combadge.
"Aye sir," came the reply. "May I ask what you are doing?"
"You'll know soon enough," said Kirk. "Do it in 5...4...3...2...1...NOW!"
The gravity went out just as the Klingons burst through the door. The surprised Klingons were suddenly caught in a crossfire between their allies behind them and the Starfleet security guards in front. The Klingons started falling—a lot of them.
"Sir!" cried Ensign Hirenight over the comm, "More Klingon reinforcements coming out of warp... They're firing, sir!"
"Brace for impact!" cried Kirk.
Suddenly the whole room shook with a violent explosion. Kirk was thrown to the floor amongst the remains of the Klingons and of his own men. He felt his leg crushed under a large weight. He cried out for help, but no one answered. He grabbed a Klingon disruptor lying next to him and waited...and waited some more. Finally, several Klingons entered the room.
At least I'm going out fighting, he thought.
Kirk blasted the first Klingon, but the other four ran behind cover. One Klingon poked his head above a large beam, and was rewarded with a smoking hole between the eyes. The other three Klingons started wising up after that. They would stick their disrupters above their cover and shoot blindly. They were starting to get uncomfortably close. Suddenly, several disrupter shots flew above his head. Kirk turned around, just in time to see a green blur smack into his face. Kirk collapsed on the floor.