APOLOGIES FOR STARTING A NEW STORY BEFORE I FINISHED THE OTHER ONE...
ONE REFUGE
After the SeaQuest is badly damaged and escape pods are sent for help, Commander Ford must take command of a small group of crewmembers in order to rescue the ship and her Captain. ELF
Crewmembers rushed to their stations as havoc on the large submarine drew the entire ship into the emergency.
Captain Hudson stumbled onto the bridge as another blast rocked the SeaQuest.
"Lieutenant?" he called out, addressing O'Neill.
"Sir, it looks like we're being fired at by another UEO vessel," Tim O'Neill told him with confusion.
"That's impossible," Hudson reasoned, "Have you tried to contact them?"
"Yes sir, they're not responding."
"Sir, they would have to know," Commander Ford stated from where he sat on the bridge, "SeaQuest is the fleets largest ship."
"I'm well aware of that, Commander," Hudson turned to Piccolo, "Power up weapons."
Piccolo nodded and went to work at his station.
"Sir I don't know if the weapons are going to be much use to us," Ensign Wolenczak called out from his station.
"And why is that, Ensign?" Hudson asked frustrated.
"They targeted the main release ballasts first, sir. Our weapons are badly damaged."
"So we're sitting ducks," Piccolo commented.
"SeaQuest is a weapon itself, Tony," Commander Ford told him.
"Try torpedoes anyway," Hudson ordered.
Piccolo worked feverishly at his consul then turned to Hudson and shook his head, "Wolenczak?" Hudson asked.
"No response, sir," the teenager advised him.
Another blast rocked the SeaQuest and the power began to ebb.
"I don't believe this," Commander Ford whispered to himself.
"Sir, we're surrounded!" Henderson called out urgently.
"By what?" Hudson yelled back.
"More hostile UEO vessels, sir."
"Are you certain they're UEO?" Hudson asked.
"The vessels are certainly UEO," Commander Ford told him, "They could have been stolen."
"There's no time for that now," Hudson said, "Fredricks,"
Fredricks came forward as though she had been waiting to be called, "I'm on my way, sir."
"Take Mcormac and Alderton with you," Hudson ordered.
"Sir, we're starting to take on water!" Lucas cried out, "Decks E7 and through to D4."
"Damn," Commander Ford swore silently.
"Commander order off the escape pods."
Ford nodded and immediately announced for the majority of the crew to abandon ship.
"Decks closed off sir," Lucas told Hudson.
"Can we stay afloat?"
"Barely, sir."
The bridge crew watched as the first of the escape pods left the SeaQuest. To their horror, they exploded into balls of fire as the rebel ships picked them off one by one.
"What the hell?!" Hudson gasped.
"Stop the launches!" Hudson screamed, "Where's Friedricks?"
"Not on radar, sir," Lucas said, shaking his head.
Henderson swallowed weakly as she made her next announcement, "That was four escape pods, sir."
"That's at least sixty people," Commander said, horrified, "Over half the crew."
Hudson closed his eyes in frustration.
"More torpedoes, sir. Middle hull," Lucas announced urgently.
"Take the ship down to the bottom," Commander Ford ordered navigation.
The crew just looked at him, "You heard him," Hudson said, "Right to the bottom."
SeaQuest began its decent through the deep blue water. Three torpedoes shot over the top of the large ship, missing their target.
"Torpedoes one, two and three missed us, sir," Lucas informed the crew, "Four and five headed our way."
"Brace for impact!" Commander called.
The two torpedoes hit the SeaQuest right in its middle. The SeaQuest shook more heavily that it had before and many crew were tossed from their seats.
The lights flickered again and this time remained off for good. The emergency lights flicked on to dimly light the dark ship.
"Sir, we've lost communications," someone called to Hudson.
Hudson noticed a few people had been tossed from their seats and were groaning in pain or lying still, "Do we have access to medbay?"
"Possibly, sir," Lucas told him, "But without being able to get a full damage report it may be pretty dangerous getting down there."
"Alright," Hudson said, "Bring them up here. Access them via PAL."
Hudson then turned to the rest of the bridge crew, "Power down," he ordered.
The hum of the engines began to slow as the ship was powered down.
"Sir, won't they still be able to find us?" Henderson asked.
"Not for a while Lieutenant," Hudson said.
The bridge became very silent as the crew tried to absorb what had just happened to them.
It wasn't long before Perry and the remaining medical staff made their way onto the bridge. They carried as many medical supplies with them as they could.
Hudson looked at her skeptically, "Doctor?"
"Sir, medical has been virtually destroyed. We've lost some of our own. There's no point in bringing the injured down there."
Hudson sighed, "I guess we'll have to camp out on the bridge."
"We need to contact UEO headquarters," Hudson said, "Find out what's going on."
"How are we going to do that?" Piccolo asked, "We have no communications."
"Henderson," Hudson turned to her, "How many escape pods did we eject?"
"Just the four, sir. All destroyed."
Hudson nodded, "That means we have plenty left."
Commander Ford realised what he was thinking, "Sir?"
"Commander, we going to need to send off another escape pod for help."
"What if they don't make it?" Lucas asked, "The ships that attacked us are still out there."
"How long until life support cuts out?" Hudson asked him.
"About 48 hours sir," Lucas told him.
"We send off another if they aren't back in twelve hours," Hudson decided.
"And if the second pod doesn't make it either?" another crewmember asked.
"Whoever is looking for us would have found us by then," Hudson said.
"Any volunteers for the first group?" Hudson asked.
The bridge became very silent.
"I'll lead the first lot out, sir," Commander Ford said as he nodded his head.
"I'll go too, sir," Piccolo offered.
"I'll go," Lucas piped up after.
"Me too," Henderson said.
"Yeah me too," O'Neill said.
"Count me in," Seaman Wade stepped forward.
Hudson looked at them all skeptically. He wasn't too keen on sending all of his best officers off straight away. But then again he knew he could count on them, and the rest of the crew were all injured or dead.
Hudson nodded, "We're all dead anyway."
"Can I go too, sir?" a gentle voice asked from behind him.
Hudson turned to find Dagwood standing there sheepishly.
"We might need you here, Dagwood," Hudson told him.
"What for?" Lucas asked.
"The medical officers might need help. We could use someone strong."
"We'll be fine," Perry said, "There's really nothing that can be done here."
Hudson thought for a moment, "Alright," he nodded.
The crew got up slowly to head towards an awaiting shuttle.
"Good luck to all of you," Hudson told them, "Be safe."
ONE REFUGE
After the SeaQuest is badly damaged and escape pods are sent for help, Commander Ford must take command of a small group of crewmembers in order to rescue the ship and her Captain. ELF
Crewmembers rushed to their stations as havoc on the large submarine drew the entire ship into the emergency.
Captain Hudson stumbled onto the bridge as another blast rocked the SeaQuest.
"Lieutenant?" he called out, addressing O'Neill.
"Sir, it looks like we're being fired at by another UEO vessel," Tim O'Neill told him with confusion.
"That's impossible," Hudson reasoned, "Have you tried to contact them?"
"Yes sir, they're not responding."
"Sir, they would have to know," Commander Ford stated from where he sat on the bridge, "SeaQuest is the fleets largest ship."
"I'm well aware of that, Commander," Hudson turned to Piccolo, "Power up weapons."
Piccolo nodded and went to work at his station.
"Sir I don't know if the weapons are going to be much use to us," Ensign Wolenczak called out from his station.
"And why is that, Ensign?" Hudson asked frustrated.
"They targeted the main release ballasts first, sir. Our weapons are badly damaged."
"So we're sitting ducks," Piccolo commented.
"SeaQuest is a weapon itself, Tony," Commander Ford told him.
"Try torpedoes anyway," Hudson ordered.
Piccolo worked feverishly at his consul then turned to Hudson and shook his head, "Wolenczak?" Hudson asked.
"No response, sir," the teenager advised him.
Another blast rocked the SeaQuest and the power began to ebb.
"I don't believe this," Commander Ford whispered to himself.
"Sir, we're surrounded!" Henderson called out urgently.
"By what?" Hudson yelled back.
"More hostile UEO vessels, sir."
"Are you certain they're UEO?" Hudson asked.
"The vessels are certainly UEO," Commander Ford told him, "They could have been stolen."
"There's no time for that now," Hudson said, "Fredricks,"
Fredricks came forward as though she had been waiting to be called, "I'm on my way, sir."
"Take Mcormac and Alderton with you," Hudson ordered.
"Sir, we're starting to take on water!" Lucas cried out, "Decks E7 and through to D4."
"Damn," Commander Ford swore silently.
"Commander order off the escape pods."
Ford nodded and immediately announced for the majority of the crew to abandon ship.
"Decks closed off sir," Lucas told Hudson.
"Can we stay afloat?"
"Barely, sir."
The bridge crew watched as the first of the escape pods left the SeaQuest. To their horror, they exploded into balls of fire as the rebel ships picked them off one by one.
"What the hell?!" Hudson gasped.
"Stop the launches!" Hudson screamed, "Where's Friedricks?"
"Not on radar, sir," Lucas said, shaking his head.
Henderson swallowed weakly as she made her next announcement, "That was four escape pods, sir."
"That's at least sixty people," Commander said, horrified, "Over half the crew."
Hudson closed his eyes in frustration.
"More torpedoes, sir. Middle hull," Lucas announced urgently.
"Take the ship down to the bottom," Commander Ford ordered navigation.
The crew just looked at him, "You heard him," Hudson said, "Right to the bottom."
SeaQuest began its decent through the deep blue water. Three torpedoes shot over the top of the large ship, missing their target.
"Torpedoes one, two and three missed us, sir," Lucas informed the crew, "Four and five headed our way."
"Brace for impact!" Commander called.
The two torpedoes hit the SeaQuest right in its middle. The SeaQuest shook more heavily that it had before and many crew were tossed from their seats.
The lights flickered again and this time remained off for good. The emergency lights flicked on to dimly light the dark ship.
"Sir, we've lost communications," someone called to Hudson.
Hudson noticed a few people had been tossed from their seats and were groaning in pain or lying still, "Do we have access to medbay?"
"Possibly, sir," Lucas told him, "But without being able to get a full damage report it may be pretty dangerous getting down there."
"Alright," Hudson said, "Bring them up here. Access them via PAL."
Hudson then turned to the rest of the bridge crew, "Power down," he ordered.
The hum of the engines began to slow as the ship was powered down.
"Sir, won't they still be able to find us?" Henderson asked.
"Not for a while Lieutenant," Hudson said.
The bridge became very silent as the crew tried to absorb what had just happened to them.
It wasn't long before Perry and the remaining medical staff made their way onto the bridge. They carried as many medical supplies with them as they could.
Hudson looked at her skeptically, "Doctor?"
"Sir, medical has been virtually destroyed. We've lost some of our own. There's no point in bringing the injured down there."
Hudson sighed, "I guess we'll have to camp out on the bridge."
"We need to contact UEO headquarters," Hudson said, "Find out what's going on."
"How are we going to do that?" Piccolo asked, "We have no communications."
"Henderson," Hudson turned to her, "How many escape pods did we eject?"
"Just the four, sir. All destroyed."
Hudson nodded, "That means we have plenty left."
Commander Ford realised what he was thinking, "Sir?"
"Commander, we going to need to send off another escape pod for help."
"What if they don't make it?" Lucas asked, "The ships that attacked us are still out there."
"How long until life support cuts out?" Hudson asked him.
"About 48 hours sir," Lucas told him.
"We send off another if they aren't back in twelve hours," Hudson decided.
"And if the second pod doesn't make it either?" another crewmember asked.
"Whoever is looking for us would have found us by then," Hudson said.
"Any volunteers for the first group?" Hudson asked.
The bridge became very silent.
"I'll lead the first lot out, sir," Commander Ford said as he nodded his head.
"I'll go too, sir," Piccolo offered.
"I'll go," Lucas piped up after.
"Me too," Henderson said.
"Yeah me too," O'Neill said.
"Count me in," Seaman Wade stepped forward.
Hudson looked at them all skeptically. He wasn't too keen on sending all of his best officers off straight away. But then again he knew he could count on them, and the rest of the crew were all injured or dead.
Hudson nodded, "We're all dead anyway."
"Can I go too, sir?" a gentle voice asked from behind him.
Hudson turned to find Dagwood standing there sheepishly.
"We might need you here, Dagwood," Hudson told him.
"What for?" Lucas asked.
"The medical officers might need help. We could use someone strong."
"We'll be fine," Perry said, "There's really nothing that can be done here."
Hudson thought for a moment, "Alright," he nodded.
The crew got up slowly to head towards an awaiting shuttle.
"Good luck to all of you," Hudson told them, "Be safe."
