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This takes place fifteen years after the second chapter. The bright eyed five year-old is now 20.
She looked up at her main viewer in horror as her communications officer, reported that 6 more Klingon Birds of Prey were on an intercept course with the U.S.S. Tobias. She had flown her ship into Klingon space to pick up survivors of a ship that was badly damaged and floated its way on it to say hi to the Klingons. She hadn't needed a second to make her mind that she was going in there to save those people. Now, her ship was already falling apart around her. The first two Birds' that had come her way she handled with ease, the four after that had taken their toll, but the Tobias was still here. Still fighting for life like her captain and crew.
"We're all dead!" screamed the terrified ensign at the helm. He was clutching the console trying to stay in his seat.
Suddenly an enormous smile crossed her face, and even though she was exhausted she felt renewed.
"We're not dead yet, ensign," She proclaimed to all her bridge and toggled the engineering comm. "Serenity, you have three minutes to make this ship a lifeless hulk, but be ready to make her come alive again on my order, especially weapons. We'll need photon torpedoes, and phasers."
"Yes, sir!" Came the ever-faithful response from her chief engineer.
Her and most of crew had been friends for several years now, and she had learned to trust and depend on them to do their job as best as they could. Now all they had to do was wait for the ship to be shut down, and then wait for the Klingons to lower their shields in preparation of boarding the ship. She wondered just how stupid Klingons really were. Would all six of them lower their shields like she was gambling for. She knew that Mikayla, her usual helmsman but during battles she was at weapons cause she had the deadliest shot, could take care of them all quickly and efficiently at weapons, if the Klingons were that stupid. She had heard of a similar defense used by the famous Captain Kirk a couple of years ago against an Andorian ship on his journey to Babel with a bunch of ambassadors. Captain Kirk had always been her hero, the person she wanted to be just like. She absent-mindedly swept a couple of loose strands of auburn red hair out of her face. So far she thought she was doing quite a good job at being the center of the storm for her crew. She was well composed, and hadn't freaked yet.
"We're ready sir," came Serenity's calm voice through the still open comm. channel.
That was followed by each system turning off at its own time. The only thing that would be left operating was the sensor array, so they could tell when the shields were lowered, and even those were on very low settings.
"Sir, all the Klingon ships have lowered their shields." Ensign Kristen Skywalker reported from tactical.
"Serenity, I need weapons… NOW!" Mikayla didn't even wait for the targeting system to come up she just started firing as soon as the weapons came on-line. She took them all out neatly and efficiently just as had been expected of her.
"Now lets got get the survivors and get out of here!" she ordered to her crew, and away they went.
* * *
'Woo hoo!" screamed the bridge staff as the lights went down
slightly and then came back up when the power from the simulator was turned back to normal, and not ship conditions. She was ecstatic now she would be known as the first training command student to pass the no-win scenario fair and square. Of course Captain Kirk had done it, but he had cheated. She had simply out thought it, and by the time it had realized what she had done she had rescued the survivors and was hightailing it back to federation space. She was attempting to get her disheveled hair back into a presentable look as the last person she ever swore she would see, especially this day, came up an shook her hand.
"I believe you will have a command of you own at no time at all, and it's about time someone out thought this old hunk of junk. You did a damned good job if you ask me. Congratulations, Lieutenant Christa Marcus, would you like to go find some good old coffee with me?" Admiral James T. Kirk said as he shook her hand.
This takes place fifteen years after the second chapter. The bright eyed five year-old is now 20.
She looked up at her main viewer in horror as her communications officer, reported that 6 more Klingon Birds of Prey were on an intercept course with the U.S.S. Tobias. She had flown her ship into Klingon space to pick up survivors of a ship that was badly damaged and floated its way on it to say hi to the Klingons. She hadn't needed a second to make her mind that she was going in there to save those people. Now, her ship was already falling apart around her. The first two Birds' that had come her way she handled with ease, the four after that had taken their toll, but the Tobias was still here. Still fighting for life like her captain and crew.
"We're all dead!" screamed the terrified ensign at the helm. He was clutching the console trying to stay in his seat.
Suddenly an enormous smile crossed her face, and even though she was exhausted she felt renewed.
"We're not dead yet, ensign," She proclaimed to all her bridge and toggled the engineering comm. "Serenity, you have three minutes to make this ship a lifeless hulk, but be ready to make her come alive again on my order, especially weapons. We'll need photon torpedoes, and phasers."
"Yes, sir!" Came the ever-faithful response from her chief engineer.
Her and most of crew had been friends for several years now, and she had learned to trust and depend on them to do their job as best as they could. Now all they had to do was wait for the ship to be shut down, and then wait for the Klingons to lower their shields in preparation of boarding the ship. She wondered just how stupid Klingons really were. Would all six of them lower their shields like she was gambling for. She knew that Mikayla, her usual helmsman but during battles she was at weapons cause she had the deadliest shot, could take care of them all quickly and efficiently at weapons, if the Klingons were that stupid. She had heard of a similar defense used by the famous Captain Kirk a couple of years ago against an Andorian ship on his journey to Babel with a bunch of ambassadors. Captain Kirk had always been her hero, the person she wanted to be just like. She absent-mindedly swept a couple of loose strands of auburn red hair out of her face. So far she thought she was doing quite a good job at being the center of the storm for her crew. She was well composed, and hadn't freaked yet.
"We're ready sir," came Serenity's calm voice through the still open comm. channel.
That was followed by each system turning off at its own time. The only thing that would be left operating was the sensor array, so they could tell when the shields were lowered, and even those were on very low settings.
"Sir, all the Klingon ships have lowered their shields." Ensign Kristen Skywalker reported from tactical.
"Serenity, I need weapons… NOW!" Mikayla didn't even wait for the targeting system to come up she just started firing as soon as the weapons came on-line. She took them all out neatly and efficiently just as had been expected of her.
"Now lets got get the survivors and get out of here!" she ordered to her crew, and away they went.
* * *
'Woo hoo!" screamed the bridge staff as the lights went down
slightly and then came back up when the power from the simulator was turned back to normal, and not ship conditions. She was ecstatic now she would be known as the first training command student to pass the no-win scenario fair and square. Of course Captain Kirk had done it, but he had cheated. She had simply out thought it, and by the time it had realized what she had done she had rescued the survivors and was hightailing it back to federation space. She was attempting to get her disheveled hair back into a presentable look as the last person she ever swore she would see, especially this day, came up an shook her hand.
"I believe you will have a command of you own at no time at all, and it's about time someone out thought this old hunk of junk. You did a damned good job if you ask me. Congratulations, Lieutenant Christa Marcus, would you like to go find some good old coffee with me?" Admiral James T. Kirk said as he shook her hand.