Author Note: For some reason no spell check knows how to spell the word Transmition... I apologize but i am just to lazy to go through and fix this spelling mistake... Hope you enjoy this! This time its from Star-fleets perspective!
"Captain Thomas! There is a transmition coming in on wide bandwidth from the foreign fleet." The young navigation officer's voice was resolute. After the battle they had just experienced against their greatest foe, this ship no matter how large and its sizable flotilla, it could be a fleet in its own right, was nothing.
"The universal translator is having some trouble. It's of no known species sir, and seems to have some elements of English…" came a female voice from behind Captain Thomas. Communications officer and Xeno-linquistic specialist Terra's voice was tired. They were all tired, and they had lost so many friends.
The captain forced his voice to sound upbeat, even a little bit optimistic; after all maybe these new people can help them. Maybe they knew how to defeat the enemy, implacable and determined as they were, that was even now chasing them through warp space at incredible speeds. "How long will it take for the translator to make it out?", "Roughly fifteen minutes sir, depending on the complexity of the syntax and the how large a sample the transmition gives it to work with, sir."
"That's the first good news I have heard all day. How about you Miss Terra, can you give it your best shot in the mean time?" the captains question seemed to energize her as her mind was put on something other than their dire circumstances.
"Well as I said captain it has elements of English. I would be guessing, but I believe it also has elements of French, Russian, and even Latin. If I am correct in my guessing as to the meaning of some completely foreign words sir, the message is an order of some kind… Possibly for us to surrender though I can't be cretin until the computer completes its analysis." Her voice had taken on the tone of a teacher, lecturing a student who had forgotten to study for the test. Captain Thomas smiled slightly at that, the shock of what they had experienced was finally starting to wear off for his crew, at least a little.
"Would make sense… we just jumped into their star system without invitation, heavily armed and with substantial damage to our vassal. They are probably wondering what trouble we are going to bring into their home uninvited. When you finish translating that message Miss Terra, please let me know. Mean time what are the status of our warp engines Mr. Ultara? How long until we can get to warp." The captain's voice sounded energized too, which surprised him more than it did his crew.
It will take some time sir" came a young voice to Captain Thomas's left. A young man sat at a desk, various readouts and engineering estimations and damage reports filled the man's screen from what Capt. Thomas could see. "Worst case scenario… a week, best case…oh where is that file… Here we go, best case estimation is three days Captain, if we can find the materials needed on one of these planets to build some of the materials we need. Otherwise it will take a lot longer to find non-critical places that we can take the material, from the ships hall, and internal systems to manufacture those parts sir." The young man was all business, multi=tasking by answering the captains questions while simultaneously reading, and then filing electronic damage reports. "There is good news though captain, we have been able to restore full sub-light capability and can get up to a maximum of .2 light speed if we push the engines sir."
"That is good news!" Captain Thomas said cheerfully. "Though, what is preventing us from going to the maximum .3?"
"Sir, that would be the haul damage. In addition the inertial dampeners which hold the ship together, and protect us from relativistic effects inside the ship, have taken some damage. The other dampeners can compensate, but only to a point sir."
"Thank you Mr Ultara. Now, how about weapons and shields? What is our current stock pile of photon torpedoes look like?" Captain Thomas asked as he turned to his right, and the combat officers station.
"we are all full stock pile sir. We didn't have the opportunity to fire the frontal tubes on the first pass with the rest of the fleet before we were ordered to leave system for help." The only man on the bridge that was older then the captain was Commander Yavic, a veteran of every major engagement that Starfleet had seen fit to intervene, in this sector. With over fifty full scale fleet engagements under his belt, captain Thomas had thought that Yavic's voice would have been the calmest, instead it broke, obviously filled with emotion.
"Commander Yavic, are you fit for duty? Why don't you take a few hours sleep to brace yourself. In the mean time have Ensign Jonathan join us on the bridge covering your spot." The captain meant it as a request and question, but instead to his surprise his voice was filled with Iron, and the request came out as an order. Yavic looked at the captain, tears and anger in his eyes, obviously willing to rebel if the captain did not withdraw the order. In a much softer and friendlier tone, Captain Thomas said "That was a request commander, not an order. If you are honestly fit for duty, then please stay… we could use your expertise, as most of us are not as familiar with combat as you are."
Nodding, commander Yavic whipped his eyes, and tears that had been falling, with his sleeve before saying "I am fit sir, thank you for your concern. It is hard to see everything, all the sacrifices to keep our homes safe from the hundreds of threats, made by men and women no longer with us, turned meaningless in so short a time." Suddenly commander Yavics voice was steel, its usual tone. "But, if we can't defend our home, the least we can do is avenge it, sir."
The captain raised his eyebrows; talk of revenge was not ordinary for a Star-fleet officer of any rank, let alone someone of Yavics caliber. But then again, so much had changed in so short a time, and the enemy that now hunted them was so different from anything they had ever faced, that perhaps vengeance was the proper course of action. "All 16 phaser banks at full power captain, but the plasma cannons are currently inoperable. They took damage from an energy weapon just before we entered warp. Deflector shields are at 50 percent forward, and 20 aft word sir."
"Understood Commander, Good work everyone. Let's get our bird fixed up and home and start hunting some Borg" The last statement was met with silence, and determined gazes as the crew members on the bridge of the galaxy class federation cruiser USS Glorious, all nodded in agreement.