Dawn - Part Two
Posted on Thu Feb 29th, 2024 @ 6:51pm by Colonel Josiah McEntyre & Sub-Commander T'shir & Commander Saul Whitford & Lieutenant Jack Peters & Lieutenant JG Elspeth McArthur & Captain Johnathan Reece
1,510 words; about a 8 minute read
Mission:
First Deployment
Location: Unicorn - San Fransisco Shipyards
Timeline: Attack on Sol
When the ship shook, and the announcement came over the comm, Peters jumped out of bed, quickly dressed, and ran to sickbay. With action like this, sickbay would soon be crowded with causalities.
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Coleman had gotten an early start down in Sickbay, as there had been several reports and physicals that he done, but not cataloged yet. He yawned a little bit before he felt a sudden shake of the ship. For a moment, Coleman thought that something may have happened to the grappler arms or whatever was holding the ship in place until it was ready to head out on its maiden voyage.
However, when the ship started to shake some more and the lights started to flicker before completely turning off down in Sickbay, Coleman knew something was wrong. Within a few minutes, there were several people coming into Sickbay with injuries and all that Coleman had was backup power. Coleman had the people helping to bring people in help to act as nurses and EMTs for a moment as he ran over to a comm panel.
Coleman hit the button to open a channel to both the Bridge and Engineering as he said, "Hey, this is Dr. Coleman. I'm down here in Sickbay and I'm running on emergency power. If someone can get those engines up and running, so I can get main power down here, that'd be great. Also, I need anyone with medical experience down here ASAP. My medical staff doesn't arrive until Tuesday and I'm getting slammed down here."
Seconds later, Peters rushed into sickbay. "Dr Peters, reporting for duty, doctor."
"You must be the new surgeon that we got onboard. Sorry to meet you in such a way, but we've got wounded all over the place. Most seriously injured crew members get top priority. Since you're a surgeon, I'll help prioritize who needs immediate surgery and I'll send them your way, helping where I can. Is there anything you need from me at the moment?" Coleman asked Peters.
"Just point me to where the instruments are kept and then my patients, doctor. I am ready to go." Peters responded.
Coleman pointed to his office, as well as several different supply closets within Sickbay. "Depending on what you need, I've organized Sickbay supply into different sections. The far corner, where the main surgical bay is has anything you could possibly imagine for doing surgery, coming this way to basic medical triage. If you want to start over from the medical surgical bay and make your way this way, I'll meet you in the middle," Coleman replied, heading towards the most injured crewman closest to the main sickbay door.
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Once he reached the armory, Johnathan took charge of the situation. "Alright people, listen up!" His deep baritone voice booming in the small space. "You know the drill. We do this by the numbers, just like you were trained! Stick to your fire teams and in your assigned battle station sections, unless ordered to do otherwise by the Colonel, the Major or myself, is that understood?"
The assembled MACOs replied with a resounding, "Oo-Rah, Top!"
Nodding, he continued. "Good. Then get your gear, your weapons, and get out there! If one of those damn Rommies tries to step foot on this ship, we will show him just how dangerous the Devil Dogs can be!"
Loud cheers rang out from the troops. They then moved like a well oiled machine, quickly getting squared away and dispersed out in the ship. Within ten minutes of him reaching the armory, Johnathan was proud to see that everyone was moving. He then gathered his gear, then loaded Sara and the energy pack onto his back. Once he was ready, he made his way up to the bridge. As Cob, or Chief of the Boat, his place was on the bridge during an emergency.
Reaching the bridge, he stepped over to Josiah and reported in. "Sir, all of the troops are armed and have reported to their battle stations. We are ready to repel any boarders!"
From the Helm, Keelli called out. "She's righted, sir," she said, bringing the boat back steady, and dropping them out of the line of fire.
"Sir, any further orders?" She asked.
"Seal the hatches, release docking clamps, all engines ahead Flank 3!"
Josiah calls out as he turns to Saul.
"Aye, sir," she said, making the necessary adjustments. "Bringing us back up," she said aloud. Their momentary drop in space gave them the necessary time to batten down the hatches and retool the weapons' settings.
"Target the nearest Romulan, lock a spread of those new Mark Two Photonic Torpedoes, stand by to fire as soon as we're cleared from drydock!"
Joisah moves to the command chair, dropping down into it as the ship lurches again from weapon fire.
'Weapons are ready - just need the targeting data so we can lock on to those Romulan ships,' Whitford replied, projecting his voice to carry over the din of the Bridge. In his peripherals he saw members of the Bridge crew moving about with nervous energy, some flinching and twitching at each impact.
As he worked on balancing out the power distributions between the warming-up cannons, Whitford wondered how many of them were now in their first combat situation of their careers.
"Straight ahead ain't good enough for ya?" She muttered. "Alright, sir, just a moment...."she said, pressing some buttons and revealing the fighters nearby. "Looks like some good targets. On your mark, I'll get us closer." She wasn't one of the nervous crew. This was the kind of thing that she lived for. Some people might call it sociopathy. The counselor had called it "risk-taking behavior to compensate for poor self-image."
'Thanks Helm,' Whitford called out, 'gimme attack pattern Beta-Two,' he called out after a moment studying the Romulan signals swarming around them. 'Should take them by surprise,' in his cool, professional demeanour.
"You got it," she called back, but resumed her task of keeping them in the sky. She wasn't about to die like this.
T'shir sat at the communications station monitoring channels. Her back was to the Bridge, but she had an ear open for orders. So far nothing useful had come through on comms. "Colonel McEntyre, my assessment of the communications traffic is that the fleet is in disarray right now. Our ships do not know what each one is doing. We need someone to take command and coordinate efforts," T'shir suggested calmly, though she did elevate her voice to be heard over the Unicorns own current state of chaos.
"Order the Endeavour and Columbia to form up. Intrepid and her escorts to follow."
Josiah ordered T'shir as he turned to face the viewscreen.
"Ms. Reex, seal the airlocks, release docking connections and get us free to manuveour, all engines flank 3 once we're cleared."
"Aye, sir," she said, pressing down on a button. "Airlocks open. We're cocked, locked, and ready to rock," she said, keeping her hand steady on the controls. She was many things, but she was, utmost, a Helmsman, and she took that duty seriously.
T'shir sent the message to the ships. "Colonel McEntyre, messages received from the Endeavor and Columbia, they are taking formation," T'shir called out. After a brief pause she added, "And confirmation from Intrepid, message received, they are ready to take their position."
'Alright, inform them we're going for attack pattern Beta-Two. Have Endeavour and Columbia protect our flanks, Intrepid our rear,' Whitford called out, running through the pattern by rote. 'Helm, can you smash through the manouvre at full impulse? That ought to confuse the Romulans, bag us a few in the process.'
He remembered himself, 'do we have a go on that Colonel?'
"We have a go! Helm, Full Impulse, clear us from the dock and turn and burn, All Engines Flank Three!"
Josiah ordered confidently as he feels the ship lurch and shudder as she finally was moving on her own power away from the drydocks of San Fransisco Yards.
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Colonel Josiah McEntyre
Commanding Officer/MACO Commanding Officer
Unicorn NX-151
&
Commander Gunnar Magnussan
Executive Officer/Chief Science Officer
Unicorn NX-151
&
Sub Commander T’shir
Chief Communications Officer/Officer of the Watch
Unicorn NX-151
&
Lieutenant Kayoko Himeji
Chief Helm Officer
Unicorn NX-151
&
Lieutenant Blake Weston
Chief Navigator
Unicorn NX-151
&
Lieutenant Keelli Reex
Helm Officer/Shuttle Pilot
Unicorn NX-151
&
Lieutenant Saul Whitford
Chief Armory Officer
Unicorn NX-151
&
Ensign Shor ch'Zeles
Armory Officer
Unicorn NX-151
&
Lieutenant Commander Travis Paladin
Chief Engineer
Unicorn NX-151
&
Lieutenant Razeen el-Ben
Assistant Chief Engineer
Unicorn NX-151
&
Lieutenant Thisbe P'rar
Damage Control Officer
Unicorn NX-151
&
Major Arjut'Pelan sh'Kohlaka
Chief Strategic Intelligence Officer/MACO Officer
Unicorn NX-151
&
Ensign Jasleen Chakrabarti
Science Officer
Unicorn NX-151
&
Lieutenant JG Elspeth McArthur
Communications Officer
Unicorn NX-151
&
Major Erin Ishikawa
MACO Executive Officer
Unicorn NX-151
&
Master Sergeant Johnathan Reece
MACO Raider
Unicorn NX-151
&
Gunnery Sergeant Bjorn Magnusson
MACO Raider
Unicorn NX-151
&
Captain Vilhelmina Nimitz
Military Dog Handler/MACO Officer
Unicorn NX-151
&
Lieutenant Jake Peters MD
Medical Officer
Unicorn NX-151
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