Flash of light.
"Damage Report!" Her voice carried across the bridge in an instant, refocusing her crew. Yellow sparks burst from the tactical console, and the lieutenant manning it flew back in his seat.
"Warp core is offline! We've lost impulse power!" Ensign Clyde was running to the tactical console as she replied to the stern voice of her captain. The ship rocked again as another volley of torpedoes flew from the attacking vessel.
"Shields are at 13% and falling!"
"Re-route emergency power! Take it from life support if you have to!" Bare-knuckled hands gripped the captains' chair, as the ship lurched once more. "Helm evasive maneuvers, alpha 1!"
"Yes ma'am!"
The silver ship streaked burning plasma as it struggled to turn over on its port side, and shield itself from the barrage of weapons fire. Orange bolts of light shot from the Tauron as it fled from its attacker. Its protective skin blazed blue as it shook off another phaser hit.
"Hail them!" Desperateness had crept into the women's voice as she watched her ship fall apart beneath her.
"All communications are off-line!"
"Launch the distress buoy!" she screamed at no one in particular, but her command got through.
"Buoy launched!"
"Come about to bearing 376 point 352! Hard axis rotation to starboard!"
"Aye sir!"
The Tauron spiraled away from the other ship, in a frenzied attempt to cover her vulnerable side.
"Fire quantum torpedoes now!" her voice bellowed in the dimming bridge
"Firing! …Direct hit to their shield emitters! We got 'em captain!"
"Come about for another pass! We need to get them!" The captain's anxious voice cut through the klaxons, which in turn screamed more loudly as if they needed more attention.
"Phasers are off line! We're down to our last 6 torpedoes!" Lieutenant Mitchell struggled with his failing console in desperation, as he punched in the command to load the bays. "Torpedoes loaded captain!"
"Target their warp core!" she stared at the flickering screen for barely an instant. "Fire!"
The Tauron limped weakly to the port side and fired her remaining chance of survival at the attacker, in a desperate attempt at existence. Blue flashes of light flew from the torpedo tubes and swam their way to their target.
The lieutenant's voice jeered enthusiastically as the ship on screen suffered direct hits.
"Jesus! Captain! Brace for impact!"
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