Klingon Bird-of-Prey
There was a crash...
and a boom...
"Hull breach!" The Bridge wall had been broken through, and the Klingon ship was in chaos. Officers sprinted to the turbolifts, trying to avoid the void of space. The Klingon Captain was holding on for dear life to his chair; the navigations and weapons officers were not so lucky. They would get a proper funeral back on Qo'noS. Reports filed in from the Auxiliary Bridge, wondering what the hell was going on up there. Through the dust and smoke, the Klingon captain caught a glimpse of the source of the breach. It appeared badly damaged, with dents and scratches all over, but it did not appear to be breached in any way. That big blue box… it was the source of all their troubles now. They could have destroyed, or, better, taken over that other ship! As the Klingon Captain struggled towards the turbolifts, he vowed revenge on the blue box and whoever was in it.
TARDIS
The Doctor smiled as the scanner image blurred. Or was that his vision? The scanner wasn't damaged, after all. He had accumulated enough velocity to completely break through the front wall of the Klingon bridge. He would be surprised if there were any less than three casualties, and all high ranking officers. And he had given the other ships something valuable. Time. He had bought them, hopefully, enough time to perform some emergency repairs and regroup to reattack. He sent the TARDIS to the Time Vortex...
As his strength gave out, as he collapsed to the ground, as he succumbed to the comforting hum of the TARDIS, one thought was bouncing around in his head, the thought that he had immensely helped those other ships, that they now had a fighting chance... thanks to him. He thought a telepathic farewell to the crew, and bade them good luck in the battle, and everything swirled around,
darkening,
and darkening,
until it was totally black.
U.S.S Liberty
And Captain Coto could only watch as the blue box zipped out of the airlock. And could only watch as it exploded against the front wall of the Klingon bridge. And could only watch as the impact zone burst into flames. He heard someone shout, "NO!" but wasn't sure if that was his own voice, or someone else on the Bridge. All he knew was that this Doctor, who had suddenly appeared in the Bridge just a few hours ago, was gone. There was no way anyone could survive a high velocity impact, explosion, and fire all at once, especially one of that magnitude. The entire Bridge was silent as that courageous sacrifice unfolded, as if by slow motion, right in front of their eyes. This wasn't like one of those redshirt deaths that always occurred. This was different. They had only known the Doctor for a few hours, and yet, they had formed a friendship, no, a bond, deeper than that shallow link between them and any of the redshirts. And Coto found a single tear easing its way down his cheek, as the flames died down, and the dust settled, revealing the Klingon bridge.
The empty Klingon bridge.
And then all he felt was rage, cold hard rage. "I will avenge you, Doctor. I swear I will avenge you." The tear was wiped off brusquely, and he whipped around to face his crew, his voice dangerously quiet. "What are you all waiting for? I thought you were Starfleet officers. Prime the weapons, repair the shields. I want this ship battle ready in ten minutes, you hear me? Ten minutes." He paused, looked around at the silent crew. "Do it for the Doctor."
U.S.S Omega
"Savel. Savel, can you hear me? Acknowledge." "Acknowledged." replied Savel Nordri. Coto had called him, he didn't know what for. He was jerked back to attention by Coto continuing. "Savel, they called you the Ominous Shadow back on Romulus, and not without good reason. You're the man when it comes to stealth. Now listen. There are Klingons on the Liberty. I need you to get the Omega close enough to the Liberty to beam aboard all of our officers. Make sure the Klingons don't detect you; they have the secondary battle bridge." "Sure." The task was easy enough. Savel was the Ominous Shadow, after all. He eased the Omega towards the Liberty, slowly, until they were within beaming range. And they were, indeed, unnoticed, for the Klingons did not open fire. Then Coto sent a transmission, three words, and Savel knew Coto had a plan, and he got ready.
"On my mark."
Suddenly, the Liberty opened fire. So many torpedoes flew towards the Klingon Bird-of-Prey, that Savel suspected that they had fired their entire payload. Every which kind of torpedo was on its way to the Klingon ship, photon, quantum, gravimetric, bio, plasma, the whole gamut. And the transmission receiver beeped, with another transmission from Coto, short, concise, to-the-point.
"MARK!"
Savel sent the transporter coordinates to Adal, and a few minutes later, the Liberty's crew was on board the Omega. Coto stumbled onto the Bridge, panting, having run all the way from the Transporter Room. "I turned off the Life Support." he chuckled, motioning to the Liberty. "They'll have a hard time taking over Liberty now." Suddenly, the ship rocked violently as the Klingon Bird-of-Prey fired on them. The Liberty's torpedoes had hit the front part of the Bird-of-Prey, and the back part had detached. The secondary battle bridge was apparently untouched. As Savel and Coto looked on at the Klingon ship, seeking revenge for its dead crewmates, and remembered their own martyr, the Doctor, they prepared for the final battle. And one thing was clear. There would be no negotiations, no surrender. It was all too obviously going to be a battle to the death.