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Chapter 8 - Stiffen The Sinews, Summon Up The Blood (part 3)
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USS Tempest
1st August 2395
0010hrs EST
Bridge
Harriman paced around the upper level of the bridge, casting glances at the main screen every so often. The red glow of transwarp flight added to the Red Alert condition lighting made the bridge seem much warmer. Even so, he was shivering. The prospect of battle never sat well with him, despite how much of it he'd seen over the past few decades. I'm getting too old for this.
"Approaching Brek'Tagh, Admiral."
Harriman dropped down into the command area and sat. "Secure from transwarp speed at downwarp point. Full impulse power. Ops, full scan. Tactical, confirm shields and weapons readiness."
"Deflector shields at full intensity. Phasers charged, torpedoes loaded."
"Ops?"
"Scanning, Admiral." The young man worked for a few seconds. "I have the Klingon fleet. Tactical plot on the main screen."
Harriman stood, taking in the information. He touched the comm tie-in control on his chair. "All ships, this is the Tempest. Form up, we're going in."
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USS Tigermoth-A
0020 hrs EST
Bridge
Smithy and Lisa turned as Orlatrel hurried out onto the bridge. "How's she holding up?"
"About as well as expected. I've got the SIF boosted as far as I can, but we're getting a competition brewing up in the power grid. Not much I can do about that though."
Smithy nodded. "Yeah. Chin up pal, only got about half an hour before we can shut down the transwarp drive."
Orlatrel smiled weakly. "All things considered, I think I'll be glad when we get to Brek'Tagh. Even with the promise of battle."
Smithy levered himself up to head over to Riggs. "Any word from the Klingons or Starfleet, kid?"
"No sir, nothing. I've tried raising the Tempest on the transpace link, but the signal is being jammed."
Lisa glanced over at Ops. "Winchester, tie us into the sensor network. See if you can spot the fleets."
Winchester tapped a string of commands into his console. "I can't get you particularly fine detail ma'am, but there are three distinct groups of signatures all starting to blend into one. That's got to be the Andromedans, the DSF and Starfleet."
Riggs looked up at Smithy. "USS Wasp is signalling sir. They confirm battle readiness of themselves and the Hornet and Bee."
"Good. Elkins, time to Brek'Tagh downwarp point?"
"24 minutes, Captain. Our speed is starting to slip a little though."
Orlatrel immediately headed for the bridge Engineering station. "Nacelle balance is still shaky. Compensating." Seconds ticked by as Smithy joined him at the station, the two men working quickly. "How about now, Ensign?"
"Our speed is creeping back up again. Revised estimate of 21 minutes to downwarp."
Lisa smiled at her husband. "Still haven't lost your touch."
Smithy accepted the compliment, and turned back to Orlatrel. "You'd better get back down below. I don't care how you do it within reason, but get me more speed."
"You'll get it." Orlatrel hurried to the turbolift, and was gone.
Smithy leaned forward onto the bridge rail. "Alright people....lets go over our plan of attack."
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IKV Mortum Hesta
0031hrs EST
Bridge
Sheehan picked himself up from the floor as the ship righted itself. "I'm gonna feel that one in a few hours."
Thulinuk waved the smoke away from his face, his nose wrinkling at the smell of burned circuits. "Report!"
"Our shields are weakening. Engineering is attempting to re-route power to compensate." Sheehan punched at his console, sending a volley of disruptor fire slamming into the nearest Andromedan cruiser.
"The fleet?"
"Taking a pounding." Sheehan leaned over to the now unmanned station next to him, calling up a view of the fleet on it. "Looks like the Negh'Var is in trouble."
"On-screen." Thulinuk stood as the battleship came into view, her hull bearing the scars of the battle. "Helm, new course! Get us over to the Negh'Var, target vessels closest to her. Sheehan, get our battle wing to join us!"
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USS Tigermoth-A
0035hrs EST
Bridge
Elkins half-turned. "Sir, our speed is still increasing. Downwarp point now only five minutes away. I have the computer on control so we can time it as tightly as possible."
Smithy nodded an acknowledgement from the Engineering station. "Atta boy Orlatrel, keep it up. Drelkar, as soon as the transwarp drive is shut down I want all combat systems on peak power."
"Aye, sir."
Lisa joined her husband. "Reckon we can do that while keeping the SIF boosted?"
"I don't know, to be honest." Smithy glanced at the telemetry coming from the warp core. "We're almost 3% down on core output, and there's no way we can claw that back without some time spent sorting it all out. I doubt we can do it on the fly. Lord only knows where Orlatrel is finding the power for this flight."
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USS Tempest
0041hrs EST
Bridge
The bridge rumbled and shook underneath Harriman, the main screen flaring white under the impact of the plasma torpedo. "Helm, evasive manoeuvres! Tactical, fire at will! Get them off of us!"
Three more torpedoes sailed past on the viewscreen, ending up wide of their mark. Harriman glanced at the tactical plot on one of the auxilliary monitors, noticing four small blips appear at the outside edge of it's range. Hope swelled in him. "Lieutenant, is that them?"
He got his answer soon enough, four ships racing past on the viewscreen scattering the Andromedan ships that had been on the tail of the Tempest. Explosions bloomed. Harriman quickly headed for the Communications console. "See if you can raise the Tigermoth, that jamming was starting to ease. Maybe now they're close, we can get through it."
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USS Tigermoth-A
0042hrs EST
Bridge
"I've got the Admiral, sir!"
Smithy hurried over to join Riggs at her station. "Hello Dave, sorry we took so long."
"I'll let you off this time." Harriman's image wavered with the lingering remains of the Andromedan jamming field. "I like those guys you brought with you."
"They haven't even got going properly yet." Smithy ducked as a heavy impact sent sparks flying out of one of the auxilliary monitors. "Drelkar, find whoever did that and bounce a couple of quantum torpedoes at 'em! Gotta go, Dave. Stay safe."
"You too."
Riggs closed out the connection. "Receiving a data packet from the Mortum Hesta, Captain. DSF report."
"Decode and give me the edited highlights." Smithy headed back to his chair, settling in. "Drelkar, did you fnd that Andro yet?"
"Aye, sir....just waiting for a clear shot."
"Elkins, can you help him out?"
The young man's fingers were almost dancing over the helm console. "Trying, sir. Running right out of room here."
Riggs leaned over the bridge rail. "Captain, the DSF has lost around 35 ships. The Negh'Var has been pretty badly mauled but is still operational. Mortum Hesta herself has suffered damage and some casualties, but Commander Sheehan is alright. The Andromedans have suffered heavy losses, but more ships are joining the fray. They still outnumber us three to one."
Smithy absorbed that. "Bugger. I think I'd rather not have heard that."
Lisa looked up from her screen. "I hate to pile on....but the Venture has been destroyed."
Smithy closed his eyes. "Ghelev. Damn." He opened them again. "Survivors?"
"Picked up by the Korolev. No word on numbers."
The screen flared as an Andromedan vessel dissolved into fire. Drelkar gave the bridge air a quick punch. "Got him, sir!"
Smithy allowed himself a small grin. "Well done, kid. Now, rinse and repeat until every last Andromedan ship is gone from here."
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IKV Mortum Hesta
0110hrs EST
Bridge
"Shields back up to 65%" Sheehan gripped the edge of his station as the inertial dampeners lagged behind the Hesta's erratic course. "Klugh'Tal and Maracha are moving in tighter to provide us with some cover."
"Good." Thulinuk could barely see Sheehan through the smoke that filled the bridge. "Can we get the ventilators working again?"
"You sure you want to see the damage?" Sheehan leaned over and prodded at the environmental controls. "I think this console is dead anyway."
"Engineer, status report."
The engineer appeared out of the haze. "Hull integrity holding. We have lost some ancillary systems but all combat systems still on-line."
Thulinuk nodded, returning his attention to the screen. "Excellent. Helm, continue erratic course. Sheehan, fire at will!"
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USS Tempest
0115hrs EST
Bridge
Harrison glanced at Harriman. "Sir, SOD reports heavy losses among their ships."
Harriman shook his head, sighing. "Comms, order Defiant wing to get over and defend them, give them time to regroup."
"Aye, sir."
"Tactical plot on viewscreen."
The image sprang up, looking for all the world like utter chaos. Harriman watched the patterns. "Damn. We've taken some heavy losses haven't we?"
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USS Tigermoth-A
0125hrs EST
Bridge
"Engine room to bridge."
Lisa stabbed at the comm panel on her chair. "Enjoying yourself down there Orlatrel?"
"Would you mind sending your husband down here? I'm running right out of options for keeping us at full combat effectiveness."
Smithy glanced up from the tactical report he was discussing with Winchester. "How bad?"
"Getting a serious energy competition in the reaction chamber. I'm all out of tricks." Orlatrel's voice was bleak, the tone bringing Smithy up short.
Smithy shot a look at his wife. "Computer, transporter tie-in. One to beam directly to the engine room."
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0126hrs EST
Engine Room
Smithy was moving before the transporter effect had faded from his vision and hearing. "Alright, give me the run-down of what you've done so far."
Orlatrel met him halfway across the room, handing over a PADD. "Sorry."
"Don't worry about it. Been waiting for an excuse to get back in here." Smithy arrived at the control bank, still scanning the PADD. "Okay, okay....to be honest, you've done everything I would have done. Not sure why it hasn't worked. Time to be creative." He headed for another console. "Computer, release all safeties on warp core controls. Authorisation Smith Two-Four-One-Alpha."
"Working. Secondary authorisation required."
"Computer, this is Commander Orlatrel, chief engineer. Authorisation Orlatrel Four-Five-Nine-Gamma."
"Safeties released."
Orlatrel shook his head. "You know I'm always one for ignoring the manual, James...."
"But this is dicey, yeah. Still, fortune favours the foolish." Smithy shot him a manic grin. "Increase M/AM flow until it just starts to get a bit unstable. Then increase it a tad more. I'm going to alter the way our dilithium is arrayed to see if I can make the most of the increase." He collared a couple of junior engineers who had been hovering nearby. "You two, watch the telemetry. If it lights up yellow, tell me. If it lights up red, then hit the emergency over-ride on this panel here to step the flow rate back down."
"Aye, Captain!"
Smithy looked up. "The rest of you, keep all our other systems together. Drelkar will get mightily irritated if phaser batteries start to lose power." He set to work on the panel, Orlatrel dashing to the other side of the core and beginning to type in the commands required to increase the amount of fuel going into the huge reactor.
Minutes ticked by, the rhythmic pulsing of the reactor getting noticeably stronger and faster. Alarms began sounding, which Smithy cut off straight away. "Never did understand why the alarms stay connected when you disable the safeties. Must get Lisa to re-program that sometime....Orlatrel, what's the word?"
"Flow is starting to get unstable. I'm not sure I can push it any further."
"Don't try." Smithy worked for a few seconds, making minute adjustments to the positioning of the dilithium in the reactor. "It should start to smooth out again now."
Orlatrel nodded. "Yeah, things are improving. Reactor output is now at 106% of normal."
One of the junior engineers turned. "Sir, the panel just went yellow."
"Good." Smithy hit his comm badge. "Bridge."
"Lisa here."
"Reactor power is up. Have those warnings quit flashing over all the screens up there?"
"Yeah, but the telemetry screen has gone utterly nuts. What the hell have you and Orlatrel done down there?"
"You probably don't want to know. I'm heading back up." He closed out the connection and glanced at Orlatrel. "As soon as we're done here, you better reverse those changes we made pretty sharpish. I doubt we're doing the core much good running it like this."
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0134hrs EST
Bridge
Smithy sprang out of the turbolift, heading straight for his chair. "What's the situation?"
Winchester half turned. "Andromedan force is re-grouping. Looks like they're getting set to make a radical change in formation. Klingon DSF has taken heavy losses, but predictably they're still putting up a stiff fight. We've lost 12 ships, SOD has lost nearly all of theirs."
"Colour me surprised. Riggs, did you find out if Ghelev was among those lost on the Venture?"
"Yes, sir. He made it off the ship, he's currently on-board the Korolev."
"Good." Smithy settled back. "Elkins, Drelkar, continue as you are. We seem to be doing alright ourselves."
Lisa shot him a fond glance. "Speaking of 'doing alright', what the hell happened to 'no way we can up the core output on the fly'?"
"You know me. I don't even listen to myself."
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USS Tempest
0140hrs EST
Bridge
"Sir, the Andromedans are backing right off. I think they're heading back to the dust cloud."
Harriman stared at the tactical plot. "I see it. Probably not worth pursuing them, we've all taken a battering. Communications, order all ships to hold back. Defensive posture. None of us can be in any shape to go after them."
As the bridge crew watched, the Andromedan fleet began to disappear into the cloud. Harrison stared up at Harriman in confusion. "Sir, surely we can do something!"
"Like what, Commander?" Harriman shook his head. "We've got no way of finding out just how far away the transwarp portal in that cloud will send us, and we've got seriously depleted numbers on our side. I'm not really all that keen on suicide missions." He glanced across the bridge. "Comms, get me a line to the 'Moth."
"Aye, sir. Captain Smith on-screen."
"Dave. How you holding up?"
"Poorly, if I'm honest. You?"
"Well, I ended up back in the engine room for a bit. We hit some power problems on our way here, and the battle didn't do us much good. Going to need a dock at Antares, if we head all the way over there."
"Okay, we'll get you a proper mooring when you arrive."
"And speaking of moorings, looks like your ship could do with a few coats of paint. You're missing a few hull plates on your saucer."
Harriman looked over at the damage control monitor, what he saw bringing him up short. "I hadn't dared look at the screen. Wish I hadn't seen that now. Judging by the look of the fleet we're going to have to do some serious juggling to get everyone repaired."
"I'll leave that job up to you, Admiral. In the meantime, we're going to take a low transwarp run back to Federation space. I don't fancy breaking down all the way out here. I'll see you back at camp."
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Antares Command Post
2nd August 2395
1115hrs EST
Operations Centre
Harriman shook Smithy's hand. "Well, we both made it back."
"Yeah, with both ships sat in dock getting repairs. Did you see the final tally?"
Harriman shook his head. "Haven't had time, didn't really want to. You?"
"Yeah, Riggs got the data this morning."
"And?"
Smithy sighed. "About as bad as we feared it could be. The DSF took a right pounding. The Negh'Var will be out of commission for weeks, and they lost almost a third of the force they had at the party. The Hesta is sat waiting for a dock at Tychor. SOD....seven ships survived in the end, and those are going to need serious work. And we lost thirteen, with many more seriously damaged. What was the state of play with the Tempest in the end?"
"Took a plasma bolt to the saucer, like you pointed out. It's pretty much destroyed the port phaser array, but we've got replacement parts for that. How about the 'Moth? You mentioned power problems?"
Smithy shrugged. "Usual story. We rushed out of dock. She wasn't honestly ready for a sustained high-speed transwarp run followed by a battle. The jury-rig that Orlatrel and I made might have cooked a few bits and pieces in the reactor assembly. Orlatrel's on it. Everything else held up pretty well though."
Harriman nodded. "You on duty?"
"No. Lisa made me take a few hours off."
"Want to grab a beer?"
"Thought you'd never ask."
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