Once More Dear Friends
Posted on Fri Apr 25th, 2025 @ 5:38pm by Captain Malcom Llwyedd & Petty Officer 1st Class Kipp Lak & Petty Officer 1st Class Fhiri & Captain Cynfor Rees & Commander Siora Carberos & Commander Rhiana t'Aegis & Commander Jörgen Leed & Lieutenant Kaelen Voss & Lieutenant Gale Deekros & Lieutenant Hank Solomon & Lieutenant Jackson Smith & Ensign Nusien & Lieutenant JG Peter "Jinx" Kooba & Petty Officer 2nd Class Keith Potter
5,432 words; about a 27 minute read
Mission:
Mission 1: A Long Hard Road Ahead
Location: USS Firebird, Deck 1, Bridge
Timeline: 07 October 2396 - 1530 Hours
[ON]
[Firebird, Bridge]
The mood on the bridge was tense. Malcom sat in the Captain's chair, trying not to grind his teeth. He knew that the attack was coming. Soon. He scanned the bridge crew again, taking comfort in the fact that while they weren't his usual crew, they were all professionals and capable.
"Lieutenant Deekros," Peter "Jinx" Kooba said. "Are you picking up some chronoton particles? My tactical readout is listing some kind of threat I haven't seen before.
Gale leaned forward to examine the output from the science console. "I can confirm chronoton readings," he said, frowning as his fingers flew across the surface. "Sir," the Trill said to the Captain, "we also had a temporal energy burst when the Little Bird returned-" The Trill raised his brows, his brown eyes even wider, as he worked to compare the two readings against each other.
Nusien sat at the helm and kept his eye on the readouts. His ears, however, were another story. He heard the conversation going on between Security and Science. Two of his hands maintained the Firebird's present course and speed. The third hand began to prepare evasive patterns as a precaution. The Edosian always thought that being prepared was the best policy.
"Red alert," Malcom said in a calm voice. "Kipp, give me the 1 MC."
"Aye, sir," Kipp said and toggled the comms, giving the Captain the channel to speak to all personnel.
"Firebirds, DS18 personnel, and supporting ships, we are reading a temporal event that I believe indicates that the Jem'Hadar fleet is appearing. The Firebird and Phoenix squadron will be moving forward to initiate combat alongside our Romulan, Ferengi, and Starfleet allies. Stay together. Use your training," Malcom said. "We've worked hard over the past six weeks. Doing everything ourselves. Our science team is working to get the Wormhole open while we buy them time. I'd like to leave you with a quote from William Shakespeare.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage." Malcom paused, letting the words settle.
"This is the Captain. All hands to their battlestations. I'll see you on the other side. Llwyedd out." He gestured and Kipp cut the feed.
"Get us underway, Ensign Nusien," Malcom said.
"Aye, sir. Course laid in and engaging at full impulse." Nusien said from the helm. All three of his hands worked the controls as the Firebird pulled away from the station and into open space. The ship turned and proceeded on course.
"Llwyedd to Phoenix Squadron. Launch now, now, now. Form a screening perimeter as planned. You're my eyes and ears," he said.
Jackson, already airborne and leading Phoenix Squadron, felt a surge of adrenaline as the order came through. He tightened his grip on the controls, his voice calm and steady. "Alright, Phoenix Squadron, let's spread out," he said, his voice ringing out over the comms. "This is it. Remember the plan. We're going to form a loose perimeter in front of the Firebird. We're their scouts. We spot the enemy, we report, and we harass. We don't engage unless we have to." He checked his squadron's positions on his tactical display. "Form up on me. Let's make sure those Jem'Hadar don't give us any surprises."
"Confirmed, Jackson," Ezzo said and slid his fighter to the right, opening up ground. He was on the Firebird's port side, looking down at her. What a beautiful ship.
"Phoenix five through seven are arrayed below you, four up top. We are at your command, sir," the DS18 contingent leader said.
The cockpit felt small, the flight harness tight around his shoulders. Familiar. He’d flown worse ships in worse places, with no backup and less of a plan. Baris flicked between scanner readouts, tactical formation, and the distant stars. He slotted his fighter so Jackson was on his right hand.
"Phoenix Four on your left, Lieutenant. Scanner sweep is negative," said Baris. His eyes flicked involuntarily back to the empty scanner screens. Soon enough, they would blaze with the fires of Jem'Hadar wrath.
[Firebird, Bridge]
"Llwyedd to Shuttlebay. Little Bird, you are cleared to depart. We will buy you all the time we can. Godspeed."
[Little Bird]
Solomon leaned forward slightly, eyes scanning the cascade of data flowing across the side console in his scientific position on board Little Bird.
"Firebird, this is Solomon. Little Bird is prepped for launch. Initiation sequence is complete. All science systems are online and stable. We're already analyzing the stream of data coming fed from Firebird's sensor array." his eyes darted on the main console of the shuttle where the pilots were busy on leaving the shuttlebay headed for the empty space where their job would be to keep them alive while Hank should make a trick and open the wormhole. "We're off, Firebird," the professional voice of the pilot notified the bridge.
Winston watched as the shuttle adroitly lifted off and slipped out through the open shuttlebay doors. The blue forcefield shimmered as they exited the , replaced by the blackness of space. The Runabout accelerated away from what was certainly going to be a furious battle.
"Helle, your job is to set up the power link with DS18 and funnel it through the amplification device we fitted to the Little Bird. I'm going to use the computer to replicate the energy wave that we used to get back to the Firebird. Lieutenant Solomon gets the hard job of actually aligning the beam and directing it to the exact spot where the middle of the wormhole should be," Winston said as they flew on.
"Understood," the CSO replied crisply as he heard the assigned tasks, fingers flying across the console. He called up the previous waveform data from the latest Firebird’s jump.
"Ms. Leed, I’m opening the diagnostics panel for the power link on my end," the lieutenant said without unlocking his eyes from the work he was doing. "Let me know when you stabilize the feed. If that amplification matrix flutters even a tenth of a percent, the beam could misalign, and we’ll be missing our chance."
He paused, drawing a slow breath. The hum of the ship’s systems was steady. Seemed like calm before the storm, before attempting something no one had ever tried twice. He tapped a few keys and brought up the spatial targeting grid.
"There you are," he murmured to himself. "The eye of the storm."
"Aye, aye, sir," replied Helle. Charged with adrenaline, her fingers were anxious birds flitting across the console. Fluttering, twitching alighting briefly before taking flight again. They hovered uncertainly then darted back as if searching for a safe perch. She gave her hands several hard squeezes to work out the nerves.
Her father's voice echoed from a sailing trip on Bajor. Storms don’t care how ready you feel, only if you’re holding the line. Helle clenched her jaw. The cold in her chest warmed. Her fingers steadied on the console as if they weren't about to blast energy at the sky and ask the Prophets to answer. "Power link is activated, adjusting for minute fluctuations from DS18. Feed stabilized within point zero five tolerance and holding steady." The hum of the link resonated faintly through her boots. The kind of sound that made it feel like the ship was holding its breath.
Today, they would hold the line.
[Firebird, Bridge]
"Commander Rees, give me a status update on DS18's defensive capabilities," Malcom said.
[DS18]
"The shields are fully operational, as are the phaser banks. The torpedo launchers are operational, although we have a very limited complement of torpedoes." Cyn replied as he looked at the readiness of the station. There was a small twinge in the pit of his stomach as they entered what would be the first battle since he assumed command of the station.
Rhiana almost regretted having chosen to be aboard DS18 instead of manning the tactical console on the Firebird. It felt as if she was not part of the main action of the battle. Yet she knew that she was where she was supposed to be: protecting the lives of the people aboard the station.
While combat aboard a space station was slightly different than on a starship, she was still the most qualified for the task, and she trusted Kooba to do the best he could at the tactical console aboard the Firebird.
"Our allies are standing by at their designated coordinates and are awaiting further orders, sir," she added for Llwyedd's benefit.
[Firebird]
"Lieutenant Voss, give me a systems check for engineering. Is there anything I need to be aware of that I haven't been told?" Malcom asked.
Voss sat in the main engineering chair on the bridge. The glow from his console reflected off his face while one hand held a diagnostic stylus and the other cradled a half-drunk cup of very cold coffee.
Voss heard the Captain speak to him and confidently replied:
“Sir, systems holding steady,” he reported. “Core’s stable, EPS flow is balanced, and I’ve reconfigured the structural integrity grid to reinforce the outer hull where there was some past stress points. I’ll be nursing the systems through it like a hangover on a Monday.”
There was a brief pause on the bridge as a few heads turned.
Voss awkwardly cleared his throat, “Don’t worry sir, the engineering team will help get us through this.”
He provided a small nod for reassurance.
Malcom grinned at the young officer. "I'm sure they will, Lieutenant," Malcom said. He appreciated the bit of levity in the growing tension.
[Firebird, Engineering]
The dreaded red alert status lowered the lights in engineering as Siora sighed. She never understood why a lack of lighting in an emergency was better, but you trying explaining that to an Admiral at 0300 in a bar after a party. "We're going into battle, and he's up there quoting Shakespeare?" she mumbled to herself and chuckled. "A simple aim for their heads or heart would have done for me." she added still inwardly to herself.
Siora had worked night and day to get the Firebird in the best operational state she could and whereas a lot of hours had gone into the ship she wasn't perfect. Running at 91% efficiency given time constraints and working on DS18 was the best she could give. She'd had to reconstruct some of the ships equipment and jury rig some other systems to be ready for this. She was quietly confident.
Thomas glanced at Fhiri, who was focused on the computer systems, and then over at Commander Siora. He wasn't sure what he should be doing so he settled for checking on the secondary power systems, in case they took a lot of damage and needed to switch. He also started a diagnostic of the impulse engines. Just in case.
[Firebird, Bridge]
"Lieutenant Deekros, I want to know the second that temporal field dissipates and the Jem'Hadar fleet appears," Malcom said. He leaned back to wait for the fight that was coming.
"Yes, sir," Gale replied, his normally warm voice cool, focused as he monitored his console for even the faintest flicker of the temporal field. A few moments later, his attention was rewarded. As the chroniton readings began to change, he barked out to the bridge "Temporal field is dissipating. Jem'Hadar vessels appearing on sensors...now!"
"Lay in an intercept course, Mr. Nusien. Keep us under cover of DS18's weaponry as long as we can," Malcom said.
"Aye, sir," the helmsman said, and the Firebird surged forward.
On the main screen, Malcom could make out seven Jem'Hadar ships. He recalled the first time he'd seen the menacing-looking vessels. He'd been the helmsman on the Iowa. A pit of anxiety formed in his stomach, and it took an effort for him to push it away. This was not the Dominion War, and he was not a green officer.
"Potter, increase forward shields twenty percent. Jem'Hadar aren't subtle. They will try to batter us directly and rush past us."
What the hell am I doing here? Potter thought as he worked to accomplish what the Captain had ordered. "Aye, sir," he said.
Lieutenant Kooba looked up from tactical. "Sir, what are your orders?"
"Engage targets at maximum range," He said.
"Understood, sir," Kooba replied.
The two forces rushed toward each other, weapons at the ready. Phoenix Squadron darted in and out, attempting to bait the enemy, but the Jem'Hadar forces refused to take the chance.
"Lieutenant Solomon, I hope you're making progress. This thing isn't going to last very long, one way or another," Malcom said in a grim tone. The odds were definitely not in their favor. He had his ship, the Feregni vessel, the Romulans, which he still didn't know how Rhiana had managed that, and three Federation Science ships.
The Jem'Hadar had five ships, each of which was likely a match for any ship he had except the Firebird, and there were two of the black Lorcan ships as well.
"Kipp, get me Rhiana on comms," he said, and Kipp nodded.
"You're on, sir."
"Commander, I'm sure you can see our situation. Any advice before this goes hot?" Malcom asked.
"Yes," Rhiana replied while staring at the unevenly matched setup. "The Firebird and the Mandukar," that was the Romulan ship, "Have to use their cloaking devices. Get into a position below, above, or behind them. Decloak and attack them. Repeat. The Ferengi's attack the Lorcans. Keep the science vessels near DS18 and use the Phoenix Squadron for surgical attacks against the Jem'Hadar, employing extensive evasive manoeuvers to avoid their own destruction."
Malcom took a few seconds to process what his Chief of Tactical had said. The Firebird did have a cloaking device, but it was very unreliable and had the potential to overload their power systems, leaving them adrift. But... this was the time for desperate measures.
"Thank you, Commander. Your insight is, as always, very appreciated. Let's see if we can pull this off. Llwyedd out," Malcom said.
"Mr. Potter, power up the cloaking device, but do not activate it until I give the command."
Potter just nodded and worked to navigate his console to a screen he'd never even seen before. "'Working on it, sir."
"Bridge to Engineering. Commander Siora, we are bringing the cloaking device online. I need you to make sure the power systems don't cascade and leave us as sitting ducks," Malcom said.
[Firebird, Engineering]
Lopt grimaced as the Captain finished talking. The cloaking device was the ultimate wildcard, and Thomas had seen things go wrong before. He waited to see how the Chief Engineer would respond.
"Don't worry, Captain. I'll make sure the only floating debris outside is the Jem'Hadar, not us." Siora said confidently before turning to her people in engineering.
"You heard the man. Reinforce the shielding around the power distribution to the cloaking device. Shutdown any nodes surrounding the device we don't need, and that may cause issues." Siora ordered. "You all have this. I couldn't ask for a better team to keep us safe and together. Let's see it done."
The floor became a scurry of activity. The flurry of feet could be heard on the floor of engineering, and Siora turned back to her console and sighed. She hoped the captain knew what he was doing. The cloaking device was still something quite foreign to them, their systems not set up for such technology. She only hoped the work she'd done to shore up the tech surrounding its installation would hold up.
[Little Bird]
"Lieutenant Solomon, I hope you're making progress. This thing isn't going to last very long, one way or another,"
"Got that, sir," Hank muttered casually at the radio, answering the Firebird while working relentlessly, trying to have all things checked and working properly.
"I'm going through the various setups trying to find the correct one. It's quite a challenge."
Still focused on the task at hand, he ran through another set of settings when the Little Bird console started chirping.
"Firebird, we might be on to something," the CSO said.
"The wormhole readings are changing as expected. Do you have the same readings?" he asked.
Gale's voice came in clearly over the comms. Harried, tight, and maybe the hours of strain were beginning to show, but his timbre was utterly professional and completely focused. "Confirming your readings, Little Bird."
A broad smile appeared on Hank's face. They did it.
"Firebird, 60 more seconds and we have it stabilized, then we can call it a well done job" the CSO confirmed towards the mothership and to the Captain.
<=>Well done!. Hopefully, things go quickly because things are about to turn into a hairball. Llwyedd out<=>
Winston watched the beam extending from the Little Bird pulsing against the center of where the wormhole should be. He could see the data change as the chronological damage that had been done to it slowly began to change, assuming the normal reading.
"Sir, it's working! Chrono energies are dissipating. Expecting full reversion in five or ten minutes maximum," Winston said, a grin on his face.
[Firebird, Bridge]
Malcom watched the approach of the Jem'Hadar. It was almost time.
"Kipp, request that the Romulans cloak on our mark," Malcom said.
Kipp tapped his console and spoke for a brief moment. Malcom didn't even hear him as his eyes were locked on the viewscreen.
[Phoenix Squadron]
"Llwyedd to Smith. Change of plans. Cause some chaos. We are going incognito."
Jackson's hand tightened on the controls, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "Alright, Phoenix Squadron," he said, his voice crackling with anticipation. "Scratch that perimeter hold. The big boys want to play hide-and-seek, so let's give them something to chase." He glanced at his tactical display, his fingers flying across the controls. "Ezzo, you and Three, stick close to the Firebird, be ready to cover their six. The rest of you, with me. We're going to stir this hornet's nest."
The space around the Firebird became a chaotic ballet of light and motion. Phoenix Squadron, nimble and swift, darted through the lumbering Jem'Hadar fighters. Twin disruptor beams lanced out from Jackson's prototype, tearing through the shields of a pursuing Jem'Hadar vessel. The alien fighter erupted in a brilliant flash of light and debris.
"Phoenix Four, you've got one on your tail!" Jackson yelled, his eyes tracking the unfolding engagements on his tactical display. A moment later, a raw burst of static filled the comms – Phoenix Four was gone.
Another of the station's green pilots, Phoenix Seven, misjudged an evasive maneuver. A volley of Jem'Hadar phaser fire engulfed their fighter, leaving behind a expanding cloud of wreckage. The odds, even with their superior technology, were taking their toll.
"Ezzo, break formation and draw their fire!" Jackson commanded.
"You got it, boss," Ezzo replied, his voice tight with adrenaline. His fighter peeled away from the main group, a lone wolf taunting the pack. Two Jem'Hadar fighters broke off their pursuit of the others and locked onto Ezzo. Just as they had him in their sights, Ezzo executed a daring Immelmann turn, his fighter flipping end over end with impossible agility. As he came out of the maneuver, he unleashed a full barrage of his disruptors, crippling both pursuing Jem'Hadar craft in a single, stunning attack.
"Nice flying, Ezzo!" Jackson exclaimed, a grin splitting his face despite the tension.
Now it was Jackson's turn to push his fighter to the limit. He saw a Jem'Hadar vessel lining up a shot on the vulnerable flank of the Firebird. "Covering the Captain!" he yelled. He slammed the controls forward, pushing his prototype to its maximum velocity. He executed a tight, gravity-defying turn around a piece of debris, his fighter screaming under the strain. He came in behind the Jem'Hadar fighter, unleashing a sustained burst of disruptor fire that tore through its shields and into its engines. The Jem'Hadar vessel spun wildly, out of control.
"Phoenix Squadron," Jackson's voice rang out, a note of triumph in it now. "They're breaking formation! Keep the pressure on! Let's finish this!"
At his command, the Firebird and the Mandukar shimmered and disappeared. The Firebird spun and dove, Ensign Nusien performing the maneuver well. The Jem'Hadar fleet reacted poorly. The five ships each split into a different direction, taking them out of their fire support zones and leaving them open to one one-on-one combat. It was exactly what Malcom had hoped would happen.
"Ensign Nusien, get me under the nearest one, as close as you can get us," Malcom said, and the ship darted beneath the closest enemy. As soon as they were in position, matching speed with the target he acted.
"Deactivate cloak. Fire at will."
The Firebird's orange phasers raked the exposed underside of the Jem'Hadar ship. At close range, their photon torpedoes couldn't miss, and they slammed into the ship, visibly rocking it. A trail of debris spread into space, and the target slowed.
Unfortunately, two other Jem'Hadar ships acted more quickly than expected, and a volley of long-range weapons slammed into the Firebird.
"Shields holding at 92%, sir," Potter said, his hands growing sweaty.
"Sir, the Mandukar has decloaked near one of the enemy, and they are engaging."
[Mandukar]
The Mandukar had judiciously chosen the Jem'Hadar ship that was the furthest away from the bulk of the action. It allowed them to fire at will for a few seconds, then cloak to change position almost before the Jem'Hadar could react.
Almost.
The Jem'Hadar fired back, but the torpedoes failed to hit their mark.
Moments later, the Romulan ship reappeared on the other side of the targeted Jem'Hadar ship and fired another volley of torpedoes. The hit reduced the enemy's shields considerably, their evasive manoevers being too slow. At the same time, the Jem'Hadar fired back.
This time, probably by pure chance, they hit the Mandukar in the second between dropping their shields and raising the cloak. Even while the Romulans finished cloaking, the consoles on the Firebird and DS18 showed that the Mandukar had sustained severe damage.
The Jem'Hadar ship fired again in the direction the Romulan ship had just been. Just then, the cloak of the Mandukar failed for a second, and it was obvious that the ship had changed positions. The cloak stabilised again,n and the ship disappeared once more. Moments later, another flicker of the cloak. The Mandukar fired torpedoes in the direction of the Jem'Hadar vessel, but missed.
The remaining Jem'Hadar vessel now began to fire at the Romulans as well and it now became obvious that a science vessel, even a Romulan one, wasn't a warbird.
Aboard DS18, Rhiana kept an eye on the Mandukar. She felt responsible for them. After all, she had talked them into joining forces.
"t'Aegis to Firebird. The Mandukar's shields will not hold out for long. They need help. DS18 cannot provide it in the current positioning."
[Firebird, Bridge]
The Jem'Hadar ship that they'd raked, fell away, trailing sparks. Perhaps it was out of the fight, perhaps not. Malcom heard the message from Rhiana and began issuing orders. "Mr. Nusien, put us in a covering position for the Mandukar. Let's give them some time to get things in order."
"Aye, sir," Nusien said and his fingers swept across the navigation controls. The ship spun like a top, straining the inertial dampeners. Even as they were coming to the proper heading, the engines ramped up, shooting them forward like a sling stone unleashed.
On the view screen, the Jem'Hadar ship moved like a shark, darting towards the Mandukar, unleashing a blast, and then darting away.
"Liuetenant Kooba, fire on my mark. Potter, all power to phasers," Malcom said.
Tick
Tick
"Phasers holding at 124% capacity," Potter said, ignoring the sweat on his forehead.
Tick
"Captain, we're getting a sensor reading bearing three four six mark two," Kipp said.
Tick
"Fire," Malcom said.
The phaser blasts erupted from the firebird in long, thick orange beams. They tore into the turning Jem'Hadar ship and blasted through. The Firebird closed, firing once more. The Mandukar managed their own fire, and the enemy ship disintegrated.
They flashed over the Romulan ship, Nusien waggling their wings as they did so. Malcom let out a breath and then turned to Kipp.
"Give me details on that sensor reading," he said.
Kipp frowned. "Five more Jem'Hadar ships closing fast."
The bridge went quiet. Phoenix Squadron had done good work but had taken losses. They hadn't escaped damage either, and the Mandukar was wounded.
"More ships closing, sir," Kipp said.
"Who?" Malcom said, his stomach dropping.
"It looks like the entire Coalition fleet, Captain."
"So close," Malcom muttered. He glanced over at the science console and saw that the wormhole was still closed. It looked like progress was being made, though. They needed more time.
"All forces, fall back to the cover of DS18," Malcom said. It would buy them a little time.
The turbolift doors parted with a quiet hiss and Jörgen stepped into the silence of the bridge. His face, like his uniform, was still marked by dust, blood, and the wear of long hours. The viewscreen marked the incoming Jem’Hadar reinforcements, and the looming mass of Coalition vessels encroached on the edge of their range. The crew's eyes were on those new threats. The captain's orders had just been given.
The turbolift doors parted with a quiet hiss, and Jörgen stepped into the surprising silence of the bridge. His face, like his uniform, was still marked by dust, blood, and the wear of long hours. The viewscreen marked the incoming Jem’Hadar reinforcements, and the looming mass of Coalition vessels encroached on the edge of their range. The crew's eyes were on the new threats. The captain's orders had just been given.
Jörgen stopped at the edge of the command well. He addressed Captain Llwyedd but spoke to the entire bridge. "Captain Llwyedd, the Coalition fleet is not our enemy. They will not attack us." His voice, while clear, vibrated with the tension and pressure of the long negotiations. Several coughs battered his chest before he could stop them. Jörgen cleared his throat and forced his voice to work. "Since the Jem'Hadar attacks on DS18, I have been meeting with several members of the Coalition. Together, we have secured their alliance with us. Our computers are receiving detailed information on Jem'Hadar weaponry from the Ygin.
"They come to fight alongside us, Captain. To fight the Jem’Hadar." He looked to the screen, to the ships that now held the balance of this war in their hands. "They await your orders, sir."
The sudden arrival of his Chief Diplomat surprised Malcom, and he turned to take in the sight of the exhausted Diplomat. After Commander Leed finished speaking, Malcom replied.
"You're sure of this? Because we've got additional Jem'Hadar ships approaching on a different vector. We're already battered, and I'm not sure what the outcome will be if any of those coalition ships tangle with us."
"I am certain. Their ambassadors came to me knowing the Jem'Hadar would destroy them for that alone. Their fear, at least, has forced them to be honest in this moment. They will fight with us. Give them a target. Let them prove to you their pledge."
"I don't believe that will be necessary, Commander," Lieutenant Kooba said. "The remaining Jem'Hadar forces have changed heading and have accelerated to an attack vector that will take them straight at the Coalition ships."
"They'll destroy them and then turn back to us," Malcom said. "If we let them do that, they might damage themselves enough that we could finish them off. But the cost would be all of those beings who have chosen to stand with us." He sighed. The adrenaline was coursing through him.
"Alright, we can't just let them all die for us. Set our heading to intercept the Jem'Hadar, if we can."
At his console, Gale's eyes suddenly went wide. Was it possible to add to this already precipitous, maybe even historic moment? It seemed so indeed. "Sir!" He looked to Malcom, his expression filled with hope and determination. "The wormhole - it's opening!"
"On screen!" Malcom yelled and the viewscreen image changed. It had been six weeks. Six long weeks. Since the wormhole had graced the Gamma Quadrant with its beauty. The bridge was bathed with the sudden explosion of colors that bloomed before them. Immediately after the wormhole achieved full opening, another beautiful sight graced their eyes.
A Sovereign Class ship, followed by two Akiras, rushed forward. Malcom could see even more ships coming through. The cavalry had finally arrived in the Gamma Quadrant and Malcom was damn glad to see them.
"Sir," Lieutenant Kooba said. "The Jem'Hadar fleet has changed course once again and is warping out."
Malcom sagged into his seat. "Secure from Red Alert. Mr. Nusien get us back to DS18. I expect a lot of people will want to talk to us. Kipp, send out my congratulations to all our forces and ask our new allies to hold their positions so nobody gets trigger-happy."
"Aye, sir," Kipp said
Malcom rested his face in his hands for a moment, letting all the tension he'd been carrying for six weeks drain away. He felt tired. Exhausted. He sat up, straightened his shirt, and looked around at his crew.
"Well done, all of you."
[OFF]
Commander Malcom Llwyedd
Commanding Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298
Commander Siora Carberos
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298
Lieutenant Commander Jörgen Leed
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298
Lieutenant Commander Rhiana t'Aegis
Second Officer / Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298
Lieutenant Gale Deekros
Science Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298
Lieutenant Henry Hamilthon Sky
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298
Lieutenant Jackson Smith
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298
Lieutenant Hank Solomon
Chief Science Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298
Lieutenant JG Zub Enel
Security Investigations Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298
Lieutenant JG Peter "Jinx" Kooba (NPC)
Security Investigations Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298
Ensign Winston Hubblestone (NPC by Llwyedd)
Science Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298
Ensign Helle Leed (NPC by Leed)
Biologist
USS Firebird NCC-88298
Ensign Nusien (NPC by Rees)
Flight Control Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298
Petty Officer 1st Class Baris Demir (NPC by Leed)
Quartermaster
USS Firebird NCC-88298
Petty Officer 1st Class Kipp Lak (NPC by Llwyedd)
Yeoman
USS Firebird NCC-88298
Petty Officer 3rd Class Keith Potter (NPC by Llwyedd)
Transporter Specialist
USS Firebird NCC-88298
Crewman Thyra Kevensdotter
Security Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298
Cadet Senior Grade Abigail Gordon
Nurse
USS Firebird NCC-88298
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