Star Trek Bonaparte

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Far, far away

Chapter Three

Captain Lewis stood in the Tactical Room, just off from the bridge, with Sunik, Winn, Kruge and Rutuna. The Tactical Room contained a large screen on the wall which displayed a tactical map showing their available forces in the formation he proposed.

'The Bonaparte will form the centre of the line; our runabouts and Delta's will hold the flanks.'

'What are the runabouts and Delta's?' asked Kruge.

'The runabouts are short range multi-purpose ships. They're not warships but they can support us. We have six of them. The Delta's are much more agile, almost like fighters. We only have two of them.

'We're outnumbered,' Winn said with a frown.

'We also have your ship,' Lewis said to Rutuna. 'Mister Wilson has been able to partially restore engines, shields and weapons. She won't last long in a fight though, so we'll hold her back. There's also the Chitin.'

'And what's that?' asked Kruge.

'Woods,' he said after tapping his comm badge, 'what's your status?'

'The chitin is up and running.'

'Good to hear. Initiate take off.'

After he said that the ship began to shake slightly and Rutuna and Kruge looked at each other with worry.

'This ship has three hangers,' Lewis told them. 'Hangers One and Two are for shuttles and runabouts, Hanger Three is called the Mass Deployment Hanger for a reason.'

As he said that the massive hanger on the under side of the secondary hull began to open and the ship held within activated all its systems.

'It holds the USS Chiton, Defiant Class, escort warship.'

'Good to hear,' said Kruge. 'My own ship's in the Rutuna's hanger. Do you want me to take her out in the fight?'

'You could have mentioned it earlier,' Lewis told the big man.

'I know,' was his response.

'Yes, we'll need all fighting ships out there.'

'This is the plan,' Sunik began to explain. 'Thanks to Mister Kruge we have the details of the enemy ships, most of them are refitted freighters or salvaged warships from the, Clone Wars wasn't it?'

'Yes.'

'The main problem is the Munificent Frigate, it's long range weapons could pose a risk to our shields. Therefore, we will advance to close range as quickly as possible, the Chiton will lead the attack and strafe the smaller ships, leading them off. Our left wing of runabouts will then pursue and pin down roughly half of the enemy ships. Our right wing, made up of the Delta's and remaining runabouts will directly engage the enemy left while the Bonaparte engages the Munificent.'

'Can the Bonaparte stand up to a Munificent?' asked Rutuna.

'I think so,' answered Lewis. 'The Pietas Class is one of the most powerful ships ever built by our people. Our weapons systems are so different that I can't be sure how well our shields will stand up to their weapons though.'

'Still, our plan is risky,' said Winn. 'If it fails, it's going to end badly for all of us.'

'Let's hear the rest of it then,' Rutuna responded and when he was told, his jaw dropped. 'But that's impossible.'

…

Lewis's Ready Room was comfortable. Although he had only taken command of the ship a few months ago he had made this room a perfect place for him to do most of his work. He had a few trinkets on the shelves, some amethyst stones, a Klingon dagger his father took as a trophy at the First Battle of Deep Space Nine and a few models of famous star ships such as the Enterprise D, the Excelsior and the Voyager. Lewis's desk was orderly, a few data pads were stacked together, he was reading one of them, a report on the current state of the ships minor technical problems which had arisen since the incident. In truth he was trying to keep his mind away from the fact that they were not just far from the Federation, but in another galaxy completely. They didn't even know which galaxy they were in, crossing the void between galaxies alone would take centuries.

Their only way of getting home was to find a way to recreate the precise conditions of the hyperdrive experiment. He had no idea how to do that though, for now he would have to focus on dealing with the fight against the Hutt mercenaries. If he was in command of a Sovereign Class ship he would have a better chance, the Pietas Class was tough enough and was similar to the Sovereign Class, just slightly smaller and easier to produce, as a result it had less firepower, ten phaser arrays and only six torpedo tubes, four on the front and two on the rear, as well as a forward facing phaser cannon. Less firepower, less manoeuvrable but still powerful.

Beep

It was the door chime, so he sat up in his chair and straightened his shirt.

'Enter.'

The door opened, and Sunik stepped in.

'Captain.'

'What can I do for you Mister Sunik?'

'I just wished to discuss the situation.'

'Okay. Sit yourself down.'

Sunik sat down in the chair before Lewis's desk and when he spoke it was clear and straightforward. Lewis respected that trait in Vulcans.

'At the moment I believe that we are in violation of the Prime Directive.'

'How so?' he asked him.

'We are intervening in the affairs of the Hutt Cartel who appear to have links with this Galactic Empire, the local ruling authority. We are putting ourselves in danger and risk dragging the Federation into conflict with them.'

'The Federation could be on the other side of the universe for all we know. We have a prerogative to protect innocent people, these refugees are just that, and I plan on keeping them safe.'

'You wish to enter conflict against a powerful criminal syndicate and put the lives of your crew at risk?'

'No, I just want to do the right thing. Do you have a problem with that Mister Sunik?'

'I disagree with your actions.'

'Good to know.'

'Sir, I will respect the chain of command.'

'I expect you to do just that. You're a Starfleet Officer.'

'Bridge to Ready Room,' said Harper.

'Go ahead.'

'Sir, the Hutt ships are almost on us.'

Lewis at once stood up and proceeded onto the bridge, Sunik right behind him and they quickly took their places to see the fleet of mercenary ships quickly closing the distance between them. Lieutenant Winn was not at the weapons station, he had his own orders for this mission. The weapons station was occupied for now by another officer, a woman named Lieutenant Ming.

'Is everyone ready?' he asked his bridge officers.

'As ready as we'll ever be,' as Harper's response.

'Open a channel to all of our ships.'

'Yes sir,' Sunik responded and entered the command.

'This is Captain Lewis. The mercenaries are entering range. On my signal, attack. All vessels check in.'

'USS Tyne.'

'USS Indus.'

'USS Congo.'

'USS Ural.'

'USS Yamuna.'

'USS Ohio.'

'USS Martian.'

'USS Parisian.'

'USS Chiton,' it was Woods's voice.

'Refugee Ship Prejudice,' Rutuna reported in from his ship.

'Katrina,' Armando reported from his ship.

'All ships, prepare to attack on my command,' he nodded at Sunik who cut the transmission. 'Raise the shields, power up weapons.'

'Yes sir,' Ming responded.

Lewis tapped his comm badge.

'Winn, are you ready?'

'We're all set down here sir.'

'Good. Wait for my signal.

'Captain,' said Sunik, 'the Munificent vessel is hailing us.'

'On screen.'

A moment later the image of Captain Fenlis appeared on screen, this time there were no false pleasantries, just superiority.

'Captain Lewis, you are ordered to hand over the Prejudice and its passengers.'

'I made my position clear. I will not hand him over, not to you, not to the Hutts.'

'So be it. I like the look of your ship, when we capture it I'll have to change the paint job though.'

'Cut him off,' Lewis told Sunik who discontinued the hail. 'Send a message to the other ships. Attack.'

…

Commander Woods sat on the command chair of the bridge of the USS Chiton, the Defiant Class ship, perhaps one of the best ships ever developed by the Federation. Every star base had at least one while most systems always had several stationed there to serve as a quick and reliable defence. The Pietas Class had its large hanger located on the belly of the secondary hull to carry a single Defiant in case they needed extra firepower. Her parents had actually worked on the design team for the Defiant and now she was commanding their legacy in battle.

Her bridge crew for this mission was Lieutenant Prince as Conn officer, Ensign Singh as Operations officer, Ensign Stance as Weapons officer as well as several other crew members.

'Attack,' Singh relayed the captain's orders.

'Maximum impulse,' Woods ordered. 'Target the closest ship on their right flank, prepare a strafing run on them one by one and try to lead them off.'

'Yes sir,' Prince answered, and Woods watched the view screen, showing her the mercenary ship as they drew closer and closer.

'We're in weapons range,' said Stance.

'Fire at will.'

She saw the blasts from the phaser cannons strike against the shields of the closest enemy ship and then the next, and the next, firing at many of the enemy ships. Woods then saw the enemy beginning to fire.

'Evasive manoeuvres,' she ordered just before the ship began to shake.

'Shields are holding,' Stance reported.

'Return fire. Torpedoes.'

Through the viewscreen she saw the torpedoes crash into the closest ship's shields flickering out of life.

'Their shields went down,' Stance reported.

'Excellent. Target phasers and disable their engines.'

'Phasers locked.'

'Fire.'

Woods was glad to see the ships engines flash out of existence after a phaser beam slashed deeply into them.

'Excellent work Stance. Helm, draw their right off.'

'Yes Captain.'

…

Armando Kruge was sitting in the cockpit of his personal ship, the Katrina, his own custom designed vessel based on the body of an LAAT gunship but with the missile launchers replaced by large and powerful engines, the turrets had all been removed and replaced by a large laser cannon on the front of the ship, the gunners seat had been removed to make room for a position which could be occupied by J1S7 his astromech droid. The interior had been turned into basic living quarters being made much wider than before, although it was rough and ready so he preferred to get lifts on other ships which led him to being in this current gigantic mess. He wanted to get to Doosini so he could check his latest lead but instead he was piloting his ship at top speeds with the runabouts, between them and the Chiton were the right wing of the enemy ships.

'This is the Katrina,' he said into the comm system, 'all ships, fire at will.'

He grabbed the joystick and pulled the trigger, the laser blasts tearing into the rear shields of an enemy ship. One of the runabouts fired on his target and their beam weapons, phasers he remembered, did a large amount of damage to the shields.

'Good shot, Tyne,' he said to them as he fired again, his laser blasts finishing off the shields. 'Tyne, torpedo them.'

'On it, Katrina.'

The torpedo tore out of the runabout and crashed into the engine system of the refitted freighter. The explosion took out the engines and the freighter wheeled away out of control. Armando allowed a slight grin onto his harsh face and activated the accelerator, his engines propelling him faster towards the next warship. That one was a Barloz class ship refitted with more lasers and rear rocket launchers. A rocket blasted towards him so he swung sideways to avoid it before firing a series of laser blasts into it.

…

Captain Lewis glared at the enemy flagship, the Munificent class vessel, as the Bonaparte rapidly began to close the gap between them.

'Entering weapons range,' said Ming.

'All phasers fire. Drain their shields.'

'Yes sir.'

The Bonaparte unleashed a deadly volley upon their enemy, the older ship took the damage, the shields flaring up around it.

'Their shields are holding,' said Sunik.

'Fire again.'

He saw the phasers crash into the enemy ships shields but they still held, instead the munificent class opened fire, large red blasts tore towards the Bonaparte from the enemy's cannons.

'Brace for impact,' Sunik told everyone.

Lewis gripped the arms of his chair but the impact only shook the ship slightly.

'Shields holding,' said Sunik.

'Great. Ming, overcharge the phaser cannon and fire.'

'Yes sir. Diverting power from the holodecks, firing.'

The blast from the phaser cannon shook the ship and Lewis watched as the blast struck the enemy vessels shields which flickered and Lewis looked to Sunik.

'Well?'

'Their shields are almost drained.'

Lewis tapped his comm badge.

'Winn, we're almost ready.'

'We're ready to go sir.'

'Ready torpedoes,' Lewis ordered.

'Ready.'

'Fire!'

He saw the torpedoes blasting from his ship and via viewscreen he saw them smash into the enemy ships shields, finally they flickered out of life.

'Drop shields! Now Winn!'

…

The Pietas Class could operate with a crew of four hundred people working twelve hour shifts but the Bonaparte had eight hundred and fifty, four six hour shifts altogether and the remaining fifty were officers from the Star Fleet Marine Corps, the specialist combat troops of the Federation. Lieutenant Winn stood in Transporter Room 1 with half of the marines, the other half were in Transporter Room 2. They wore padded black combat vests over their uniforms, designed to resist energy weapon attacks, as well as combat boots and black helmets with black visors over the eyes. Each of the marines was armed with a phaser rifle as well as a pistol and long knife at their waists. Winn wore the same uniform now and he hoped this plan would work.

'Now Winn!' his comm badge called.

'Energise,' he ordered the transporter chief and he, as well as his marines, were beamed through space.

When his vison cleared he was on the bridge of the Munificent class warship. Quickly he got his bearings, his marines were with him and they ran for cover behind panels and chairs while the enemy crew were in a panic. Winn rolled to a pillar close by and fired at a crew member, his phaser blast tearing into one enemy who was about to draw his pistol.

'Bajor!' he shouted his battle cry and then shot another enemy.

There was a scream close by and he saw one of the marines on the deck, his vest torn open and smoke rising from his chest, he was still alive though, for now. Winn fired at an alien crew member and killed him when he saw the enemy captain. Winn charged, laser blasts just missing him, dropped his rifle and barrelled into the man, holding him against the ground as he drew his knife and held it to the aliens throat.

'Surrender!' he shouted, spittle spraying from his mouth. 'Now!'

'I surrender!' he squealed.

The fighting around them was stopping, Winn looked up to see the enemy crew members throwing down their weapons and holding up their hands.

'Ensign Gerinn!' Winn shouted as he dragged Captain Fenlis to his feet. 'Upload the programme.'

'Yes sir,' she responded and quickly began working at one of the ships computers, plugging a chip into it.

'Captain,' Winn said after pressing his comm badge, 'we've secured the bridge and we're uploading the virus.'

'Good work Winn. The other marines have secured the engine room, it's not going anywhere.'

'Good to hear.'

'Sir,' said Gerinn, 'the programme's uploaded.'

…

From his position Lewis grinned as he saw the Munificent class warship turn its weapons on the smaller mercenary ships who quickly turned away from the battle, soon blasting away with their Hyperdrives.

Job well done ladies and gents,' Lewis announced to his bridge crew who began to cheer.

A few hours later Lewis, in a less good mood, walked into the brig of his ship which was packed with the captured mercenary officers. The rest of the mercenary crew were in one of the cargo bays with guards keeping them under watch. Lewis walked straight to the cell holding Fenlis, now looking dishevelled and angry.

'How the mighty have fallen,' Lewis taunted him.

'Shut up.'

'No, you shut up. You will listen to exactly what I have to say. Seven of my crew members were killed today. Seven lives lost because of you and your paymasters. For that I am confiscating your ship and giving it as a gift to Mister Rutuna so he and his people can make their way to their new lives.'

'You have no right!'

'Maybe not. Still, I'm doing it. You and your crew, they'll be put on the Prejudice. Good luck fixing the ship properly.'

Lewis then turned and walked away, ignoring his enemies shouts and curses.

AN: And that was my attempt at writing a space battle and more features of the USS Bonaparte are revealed. My idea for the Pietas Class was to be the successor to the Sovereign Class and the idea of having a Defiant Class
inside of it made sense to me. It is logical to have a well armed support ship to the larger warship like the Pietas Class.

If you disagree let me know. Please review and tell me what you think of this chapter. Have a great day everyone.