BATTLE STATIONS! ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS - JP

Posted on Fri Jan 16th, 2026 @ 8:29am by Lieutenant JG Nerinath zh'Rhilror [Lalor] & Commodore Phoenix Lalor-Richardson & Daise'Arrain Calin t'Rhenn & Captain Gary Taylor & Commander Sthilg & Lieutenant Colonel Azhul Naxea & Commander Kyle Reece & Lieutenant Commander Alicia Kelea-Salik & Lieutenant Commander Rin & Lieutenant Anna Esquivias & Lieutenant Thor Magnus & Lieutenant Tate Sullivan Ph.D. & Lieutenant J'airesh Mora-Heath & Lieutenant Zuriñe Aritza M.D. & Consul Andrinn Orin & Lieutenant N'vok Holv & Lieutenant JG Camryn Shepard & 2nd Lieutenant Elijah Hunter & Civilian Teevs Dosivi & Lieutenant Commander Kara Starr {Kelea-Salik} & Lieutenant Commander Malakai Starr [Taylor] & Captain George Charles [Reece] & Lieutenant JG Heather De La Rosa {Kelea-Salik} & Senior Chief Petty Officer Emily Charles {Kelea-Salik} & Staff Sergeant Leilani Charles {Kelea-Salik}

Mission: Season 6: Episode 6: Conglomerate
Location: Various
Timeline: MD 6 / 1800 hrs
5149 words - 10.3 OF Standard Post Measure

"ALL HANDS TO BATTLESTATIONS! SENSORS ARE DETECTING INCOMING SIGNALS SIMILAR TO EARLIER ENEMEY CONTACTS!"

Phoenix ran from her ready room. "AVALON! Get all Civilians to the shelters, Get our birds in the air!"

The AI nodded. And added to the alert. "ALL HANDS TO BATTLESTATIONS! SENSORS ARE DETECTING INCOMING SIGNALS SIMILAR TO EARLIER ENEMEY CONTACTS! ALL CIVILIANS TO SHELTERS. FIGHTERS LAUNCH IN T-Minus 2 MINUTES!"

Phoenix looked at Nerinath. "How are we?"

"I can give us warp 4, and maybe an hour of trans-warp, if we get the room, and if needed we can tow the Romulan ship. Our Nacelles are still not brilliant. But I can give us enough stability and agility to make this a fight." The Andorian replied as she toed off her shoes, not 100% sure why she felt the need to pilot barefoot.

Phoenix turned to the rest of the Bridge Crew. "Arm yourselves and I want all patrols augmented by off duty personnel."

Anna grabbed a phaser rifle before retaking the Ops station. She frowned deeply as her hands worked the controls. It was about to get very ugly, very fast, again, She hadn't even gotten a second to work on her plan with Camryn.

Alicia grabbed a phaser, as much as she hated having to use them it was a matter of life or death now. Her thoughts went to her children, but she had faith that they’d be well looked after and protected by the nursery staff and security.

Gary gripped his phaser, prepared to defend this ship and crew with every fiber of his being. he moved to the XO chair and looked at the console and the information scrolling across it.

The turbolift door opened and Kyle, along with four other heavily armed security personnel, stepped onto the bridge. As Kyle moved to the security station, his team took up positions at the four corners of the bridge. "I have Alpha and Beta security teams on full alert, armed and on roving parties throughout the ship, Ma'am. The rest of my people are on standby, resting as best they can, but will be activated the instant they are needed." He typed in several commands on his holographic interface. "I've got the computer cores, engineering and all other sensitive areas protected by additional structural forcefields aa well." He double checked the phaser rifle he had slung against his chest, along wirh the other various weapons that he always carried on his person.

Phoenix nodded. "Shields to alternating frequencies. Bring all weapon batteries online. I want them facing a barrage as soon as they are in range. They are not to get through."

Malakai reacted quickly to compile with Phoenix's order. His fingers flew over the tactical console. "Shields on alternating frequencies. Phasers and Photon torpedoes online and ready at your command Commodore." He announced.

=/\= MEDICAL=/\=

"ALL HANDS TO BATTLESTATIONS! SENSORS ARE DETECTING INCOMING SIGNALS SIMILAR TO EARLIER ENEMEY CONTACTS! ALL CIVILIANS TO SHELTERS. FIGHTERS LAUNCH IN T-Minus 2 MINUTES!"

Calin looked at her team. "Back to the Havarah!" She barked. And the Romulans bowed and headed for the nearest transporter room.

" I want everyone in their assigned positions. Prep for incoming casssultiesss." Sthilg bellowed to his team as everyone hurried to their assigned roles and positions. The old lizard sighed. He was tired, yet he still had a job to do. Time to go to work.

Kara nodded as she looked towards Sthilg, she was concerned by how tired the Gorn CMO was looking, with a new family he was no doubt being kept busy at home, but he knew his job and she had every faith in him.

Zuriñe was already entering medical when the alert began, she stepped in and looked for her triage team. She spotted her nurse Selnor, a newly minted female Ferengi who had just finished orientation to the ship, and her technician, Petty Officer First Class Dennis McGavers. "Okay let's get ready, no telling what is next. Selnor welcome to the epidemiologist team; today we are the triage and trauma surgery team. Let's see where Dr. Sthilg wants us." Her small team of medical experts followed her.

Emily followed on after Zuriñe her speciality was a surgical nurse so she was prepared for whatever was to come her way.

Heather was busy making sure the nurses were prepared, they all knew their jobs so she didn’t need to be telling them what to expect, just to make sure everyone was ready.

Zuriñe sighed and motioned to her team, Triage and immediate stabilization of patient, prep for surgical intervention as necessary. Zuriñe “Okay we have a short end of the stick job. Black tag those we definitely cannot waste time and resources on, I do not care if they are friends. We concentrate on the Red tagged and Yellow tagged. Let the rest of the triage nurses and techs work the Green tags. Any question?”

Selnor spoke up “The crew may not take kindly to me doing the triage tagging.”

Zuriñe smiled, “That is why you are my surgical assistant and Petty Officer First Class Dennis McGaver reassess the tagged injured.” Zuriñe looking at McGaver “Sorry for the low end of the stick job. Remember you cannot let emotions interfere with the decisions made. If you believe the patient is tagged inappropriately, then retag them. The Goddess knows it happens.”

Petty Officer First Class Dennis McGaver nodded, “Understood Ma’am. If I am triaging someone I know I will pass it on to another of the triage team, I do not want to be the one who may have to Black tag a friend.”

Zuriñe smiled “That is understandable. All I ask of you two is to do your best.”

Selnor nudges McGaver and in a subvocal whisper ask him “How in all the profit is she so damn calm?”
McGaver replies back “She is a Dokkaran, it is said they are better at control of their emotions than a Vulcan, though the Dokkaran do h express their emotions.”

With a tilt of her head, Tate signaled to the members of the counseling staff who weren’t assigned to help people get to the shelters to listen to the triage instructions from the medical team. Many of the counselor’s present were familiar with this process, having already helped during mass medical emergencies before, including Tate herself, but it never hurt to hear instructions again, particularly because circumstances changed and staffing wasn’t always the same.

Approaching Zurine, Tate offered, “Some of the counselors are here to assist with triage and anywhere else you might need us. I made sure they are properly trained to assist and we’ve heard your refresher, so feel free to put us to work, myself included.” Even without psionic abilities, Tate could recognize the apprehension within Mcgaver, and though she didn’t want to add to his self-consciousness, she was offering her support and reassurance indirectly.

Zuriñe smiled and nodded toward Petty Officer First Class Dennis McGaver, “Go on over and listen to P.O.1. McGaver's speech. It is going to be his show as I will be busy, you may have Selnor if I do not require her services.”

P.O. 1 McGaver inhaled a deep breath then launched into his spiel, “As I am sure the majority of you know, triage is the gates to the kingdom so to say when we go to battle stations, NO WOUNDED go further than here with out being cleared by us. There are five categories of wounded, Green – Minor injuries that can wait for a while to be seen, Yellow – Need surgical intervention, but are stable, Red – Need immediate surgical intervention, Black – These are what we call knocking on the door patients, in general these are the engineers and security folks; unfortunately during times like this we only provide comfort measures, these patients wait till all the yellow and red are cleared; before they receive medical intervention. Sucks but during the battle stations medical resources are limited. The last category is Blue – the mental health breakdowns, you all are the experts on that in counseling, so I’ll refer to counseling and mental health personnel's judgement on them. Any questions, ask me or if Nurse Selnor if she is available. With that are there any questions now?” McGaver began handing out triage tags and limb bracelets. “Oh and one more thing, DO NOT TELL THE PATIENT THEIR CATEGORY. These tags are set so only Medical personnel can see what category a patient is, with the lovely wrist bracelets, tag will send signal to the bracelet which will flash a color when you either look at it directly or press this button.”

Tate moved closer to the counselors that had come with her and offered quietly, “Some of you will need to remain on hand for the black tagged patients. We don’t have much time but speak now if you don’t feel up to it. No judgment. The rest of you will be on hand to attend to the blue tagged patients. There are a couple of side rooms designated for them to offer some degree of comfort and separation from the activity out here, but it won’t be much, so all the usual strategies apply against shock- keep them warm, hydrated, and talking about anything you can.”

J'Air frowned and went to find Sthilg. The ACMO stood beside her boss as they both prepped, cleaned and covered with the surgical spray on protective layer that covered their hands and forearms. J'Air couldn't imagine how physicians of the past could possibly have got themselves hygienically protected either for themselves or their patients without such an effective barrier that could be applied so accurately and quickly. A neat spray on solution that it was hard to do without.

"Commander" she had acknowledged the CMO on approaching the sterilization stations. Nodding respectfully she had then set to work with the whole pre-surgical procedures, commenting rhetorically as she began: "I hope the little ones are doing well Sir". They both knew they couldn't engage in much light conversation in this situation so, without waiting for any unnecessary and undemanded response J'Air went on speaking gently and quite softly so as to limit the amount of staff hearing what she had to say.

"Sir, I wanted to keep you appraised of the new situations in the Main Bay which I find quite distressing, personally, so I wanted to check with you that the new changes in Triage priorities had been run past you for authorisation first? I realise we're too short on time to discuss this now but I am anxious to know as soon as possible if the new 'black' category is acceptable to you and if it's to be adopted as standards from now on? " J'Air continued to prep and was almost ready, hands in the air in front of her, to proceed to her first case.

"Black as in allegedly too injured for any allocation of priority - just counselling in anticipation of an end of life scenario that no-one has time to deal with" she explained, standing before Shtilg as he too became ready to start operating. "I know 'battle stations' has to deal with priorities and I know medics could be hurt and reduced in capacity or even in numbers themselves etc BUT I can't, in all good conscience, choose to accept what amounts to my mind as a 'rubbish pile' for heros at any stage of their injuries - My morals would demand that we don't sideline anyone especially those likely to die, before they have had all the help we can give them, so whilst you and I deal with our first cases now, may I beg you to reconsider your..... OUR (as a department's) instructions to the Triage Tagging staff, please Commander?"

The CMO's decision/authority was not in any dispute here from his ACMO and once given his response to her appeal, J'Air immediately hurried over to her first case, a casualty who had been fully prepped for surgery up to now, by Dr Kensington. J'Air focussed on her work. "Thanks Matt, Update please?" she asked for the details of this patient and current condition of her injuries as discerned so far."

=/\= ENGINEERING=/\=

"ALL HANDS TO BATTLESTATIONS! SENSORS ARE DETECTING INCOMING SIGNALS SIMILAR TO EARLIER ENEMEY CONTACTS! ALL CIVILIANS TO SHELTERS. FIGHTERS LAUNCH IN T-Minus 2 MINUTES!"

Sindari burst from the tube ignoring the startled yelps from the Romulans helping the Starfleet crew who she had shocked as she flew past them. She flung herself into her computer console and began powering up all the forcefields across all decks without being asked or ordered to.

Camryn watched Sindari rush to the console to activate the forcefields. Keeping a mental check, she noted that the crewman kept her pace well, three steps ahead. Alarms blared as Cam shouted, "Keep moving, people. We might have incoming." The main doors to engineering automatically shut as she typed in the command. Typing in a few engineering commands, she started locking the console against possible enemy incursions.

Rushing towards the nearby locker, she pulled out her phaser, keyed it into a specific setting, and pocketed it. Taking out her datapad, she tapped in several commands, rechecking everything on her list. She ran a quick systems check, ensuring the engineering power was stabilized. Stopping before the warp core, Cam placed a hand on the rung of the banister. Tapping the console, she checked and verified the containment field and interlocks, confirming the core was secured.

Cam looked around, watching Romulan work with Starfleet. She hadn't seen anything like this in a long time. Nodding, she tapped her datapad and the console, backing up power just in case. She ran a quick power diagnostic, confirming the auxiliary grid is online. A display opened on her console. Tapping the screen, she ensured the backup conduits were loaded and ready. Tapping her combadge, she spoke, "Shepard to Bridge, warp core is stable. Backup power grid is confirmed. Engineering is secured."

Thor nodded in approval.

=/\= FIGHTER DROP BAY=/\=
"ALL HANDS TO BATTLESTATIONS! SENSORS ARE DETECTING INCOMING SIGNALS SIMILAR TO EARLIER ENEMEY CONTACTS! ALL CIVILIANS TO SHELTERS. FIGHTERS LAUNCH IN T-Minus 2 MINUTES!"

Pilots ran into the drop bay. Addison and her Weapons Officer, helmets already donned, rushed towards their Gryphon Attack fighter. The scene on the flight deck was on of controlled chaos as pilots and deck crews rushed to their positions. Climbing into her fighter, Addison dropped into the seat as she powered up the craft as it began to check each system on boot up. Tapping in a command to the computer their helmets were linked up with the craft as Addison's holographic HUD Display appeared in her helmet visor as the canopy finished closing and pressurizing the cockpit. The low whine audible in the cockpit created by the fighter from the engines idling told her the craft was operational. "All systems are in the green. "Ready for launch," came the voice of her Weapons Officer, 'Thumper'.

George, along with his new R.E.O., a young Tellerite male, by the name of Second Lieutenant Vanto Belgraten, callsign "Hot Dog". Both pilots were already in their fighter, as they had been about to launch for their flight rotation.

Activating his comm unit, George switched it to the channel used by his fighters. "Alright Tigers, this is it. Everyone just focus on doing your job and keep your thoughts calm. We are trained for this. We are the Flying Tigers, and no one is better than we are! Alpha Flight, form up on me after launch, our area of operation is the forward section of the ship. Beta Flight, you form up on Rico, and protect that aft section of the ship. The Romulan pilots are going to compliment our misinformation numbers. Remember, if they call for assistance, anyone who is close enough, and is able, give em a hand." He paused beat, sending a quick message of love to his wirh over their link, then spoke again. "Alpha and Beta, launch on my mark. Three, two, one...mark!"

In less than five minutes, twelve srarfighters launched from the Elysium’s drop bays. Five raptors formed up with George and took up position around the forward section of the mighty starship, with the seven operable Griffins formed up with Addison and took up their position around the aft section of the ship. Around them, and around the Haveaga, which waa forming up alongside Elysium’s starboard aft ventral position,nearly twenty of the Romulan Talon starfighters poured out, their black hills making them almost invisible to the eye among the blackness of space.

Elijah sprinted down the drop bay with the rest of the pilots, boots pounding against the deck as the launch klaxon wailed overhead. Red alert lighting washed the bay in harsh pulses, reflecting off armoured hulls and rushing deck crews like a living heartbeat. The air reeked of coolant, scorched metal, and ozone—scents so familiar they cut straight through the adrenaline and anchored him.
His fighter waited at the far end of the bay, scarred and patched from the last engagement but still deadly. Ground crew peeled away as Elijah vaulted the ladder and dropped into the cockpit. The seat locked around him with a hydraulic hiss as he sealed his helmet and brought the craft online.
“Falcon, cockpit sealed,” he reported, hands already moving across the console.
Power surged through the frame. Status icons streamed across his HUD—reactor output steady, shields cycling clean, weapons charged. The deep hum of the engines vibrated through his bones as the fighter settled into an eager idle.
“Flight systems nominal,” Elijah continued evenly. “Weapons hot, standing by.”
George’s voice cut in over the squad channel, calm and commanding. Falcon felt the familiar narrowing of focus—the moment where the rest of the universe fell away and there was only space, speed, and the pilots who had his back.
Three… two… one… mark.
The mag-clamps released and his fighter was hurled into open space.
Elijah guided his craft out of the launch corridor, rolling smoothly into formation as Beta Flight assembled around Addison’s lead Griffin.
“Beta Flight, Falcon is up,” he called. “Taking high right slot.”
Ahead and slightly above, the Elysium loomed—scarred, wounded, but unbroken. Astern, the Havraha slid into position, her silhouette sharp against the void as Romulan Talon fighters poured out in disciplined waves, their dark hulls nearly invisible against the stars.
Elijah’s sensors painted them in clean green outlines. Tight formations. No wasted motion.
“Romulan elements are holding clean lines,” Elijah reported. “Professional flyers.”
Beta Flight locked into its defensive orbit around the aft arcs of the Elysium. Griffins and Raptors wove together in a precise, rotating screen—Starfleet and Romulan pilots moving as one despite the differences in doctrine and design.

For a few heartbeats, space was still, broken only by the low hum of engines and the faint, rhythmic ping of sensor sweeps pushing outward into the dark. Elijah scanned the void beyond their patrol boundary, instincts prickling. Whatever had hit them before wasn’t gone.
It was watching.
He flexed his gloved fingers around the stick, settling deeper into the seat.
“We hold the aft,” Elijah murmured to himself. “Nothing gets through us.”
Two ships. One screen. A handful of pilots standing between survival and the void.
Elijah kept his eyes on the stars ahead, ready for the moment the darkness decided to move first.

The Valkyrie Pilots gathered around their craft - also in a specific area of the flight deck, as was assigned exactly for this kind of call-up. Together like this as they suited up, prepped their systems and took communications and instructions from Major Kett, the group acted as instantly as possible in the split seconds it took to begin rolling-out.

CWO Seona Devar spared only the faintest and most fleeting thought for the fact that it satisfied her to be "working" with Kett and with no sign of that annoying, doe-eyed medic who was always hanging around him. Seona hadn't wanted her relationship with the Flight Commander to have ended. It had been far too short-lived for her liking and although apparently he didn't even seem to think of it as a 'relationship' as such, she was going to put that right one day and working together, flying, was a very close partnership situation which she thoroughly enjoyed. Kett would say they weren't in 'pairs' but in a team - a whole coordinated Section - not just bits put together randomly. And of course, Seona, for all her narcissistic tendencies, did understand his overview but she was too self-absorbed to let a little thing like a rejection to stop her from trying all the harder to get what she wanted - just clearly not today, she accepted as the tension built up.

Once away, the sleek and some would say 'beautiful' Valkyries glinted in the starlight and the reflections from the lights of the Starship to which they belonged. A vast space flight of hostiles were approaching with menace and for once, just once, Seona had something other than getting her own way to think about, as the possibility of not making it back in one piece poked it's ugly shadow around the corner of her mind.

The highly sensitive piece of state-of-the-art, up-to-the-moment-specification, sublime war-plane responded faithfully to the subconscious shudder that trembled down its pilot's forearms as the hairs there stood up with the realisation of the vast expanse of enemy craft approaching this time around. Her breath was also shaky as she responded to the instruction she was given by the Squadron Leader but she had the courage to steel herself and steady her hands in readiness for the main critial command he would soon give to them all.

Frankly, there was a fair bit for some to dislike about CWO Devar but her steel backbone, long years of experience and confident calm under pressure were much to be counted upon and both reliable and useful when she was at your side in a fight to defend her ship and community therein. ~Even that annoying doctor~!

Seona gritted her teeth against the G-force when the order was given to launch forward and engage the enemy. She did as she was instructed and more. She 'let them have it' in an extraordinary charge and rather terrifyingly reckless onslaught against them, with a piercing cry that left her squadron mates groaning about the pain in their ears and a sharp reprimand for comms silence from her Squadron Leader, Seona did battle with the heart of a lion and the mania of an angry Orangutan, not to mention the effectiveness of a charging Matriarchal elephant defending her family.

=/\= SCIENCE =/\=

"ALL HANDS TO BATTLESTATIONS! SENSORS ARE DETECTING INCOMING SIGNALS SIMILAR TO EARLIER ENEMEY CONTACTS! ALL CIVILIANS TO SHELTERS. FIGHTERS LAUNCH IN T-Minus 2 MINUTES!"

In science the rooms stilled and they began arming themselves and moving into position.

N'vok checked the charge on his phaser and settled his multicolored cloak around his shoulder before returning to his seat. He tapped the inter-unit comm. "As we have drilled, people. We are here to support the rest of the ship but be prepared to defend yourselves as needed."

He opened the sensor display to observe firsthand the situation facing the ship.

=/\= DIPLOMATIC CORPS =/\=

"ALL HANDS TO BATTLESTATIONS! SENSORS ARE DETECTING INCOMING SIGNALS SIMILAR TO EARLIER ENEMEY CONTACTS!"

Andrinn was standing in his office, looking out of the window when the alert came out on all frequencies and combadges. He suddenly snapped back into place and he was a mere inch or two from tapping his combadge to verify everything when the next notification came across the ship.

The AI added to the alert. "ALL HANDS TO BATTLESTATIONS! SENSORS ARE DETECTING INCOMING SIGNALS SIMILAR TO EARLIER ENEMEY CONTACTS! ALL CIVILIANS TO SHELTERS. FIGHTERS LAUNCH IN T-Minus 2 MINUTES!"

Andrinn put his cup down and tapped his combadge before saying, "Orin to Diplomatic Protection Team. Emergency deployment. Secure all diplomats in place until further orders are received, including any of our Romulan dignitaries. Captain Richardson to my office."

Less than ten seconds later, Andrinn's office door slid open and Mattias strode in. He had ran to his quarters to don his battle armor , and stride into the Chief Diplomat's office, looking like he could storm though a solid wall. "Ambassador," he said in a no-nonsense tone, "you should be down in the emergency bunkers, Sir "

Josh was busy rounding up the other diplomats and ushering them into the emergency bunker, " Move along people. Time is a luxury we don't have right now." Like Mattias, he was dressed in his battle armor.

Andrinn looked up at Mattias and said, "Help me lock down the consoles down here in the diplomatic suite and I'll go anywhere you want, Captain. I don't want anything to get into the wrong hands if we get boarded like I'm thinking we're about to." Andrinn continued to lock down the consoles and put diplomatic lockouts on them. He moved swiftly as he walked past Richardson and said with a small chuckle, "You know me, Captain. You know that I'm stubborn old workhorse."

Despite the circumstances, Mattias had to grin slightly at the other man. He could respect the need to fulfill his duties in their entirety. Of course, his duties were to keep this man alive at all costs. "Computer!" He called out aloud. "Initiate protection program Richardson-Alpha-Two."

Suddenly, all of the remaining diplomatic consoles wereloed down and shut off. The warrior looked at the chief diplomat and chuckled darkly. "You do know you could have done that as well, instead of running from console to console, Sir? Now," he turned to the side, indicating the exit, "If you don't mind, Sir? Or would you rather I hogtie and carry you down to the bunker?" The grin on his face said that Mattias was joking, however, the glint in his eyes aso said that he would carry out his threat if he was forced to.

Andrinn waved his hands and chuckled before saying, "Lead the way, boss man. Don't feel like being hogtied today....nor anytime really. It's not the best experience in the world." Andrinn followed Mattias out before they made their way down to the bunker.

On Deck 25, Teevs was in his temporary quarters and jumped when the alert came through. He knew Kerilia was at the school, but he still confirmed before grabbing his gear. As he grabbed his helmet, he glanced at the picture and Addison's wings sitting next to it before rushing out. Following the instructions Naxea gave to him, he made his way to Marine Country to await orders with the others placed in reserve.

=/\= MARINE COUNTRY =/\=

Down in Marine Country Leilani was prepping medical for any possible casualties, she was kitted out ready incase she was needed to set out with a team.

As soon as the alarm sounded, Liam kissed his wife and niece, hen sprinted below to get to Marine Country. He arrived less than three minutes later, hurrying to the armory to grab his weapons and gear. Though he was a trained Sapper, right now, his day was to protect the ship, his home, his family. He would do everything in his power to keep them all safe.

Naxea entered her office, still dressed in her workout clothes she wore when sparring with Olmex, opening the door to her equipment locker, she slipped into a black tactical body suit before donning her armor and helmet. Tapping in a command code, a panel in the bulkhead next to her locker slid open to reveal a CQB Pulse Rifle. Grabbing the rifle, she exited her office and made her way to the assembly area where her Marines were gathered, awaiting her commands. "Alright, first Platoon, you're the spear. Head to engineering to help secure the area with Security. Second Platoon, divide into fire teams and patrol the ship near civilian and Medical sections." The civilians had been grouped together in sections to make them easier to protect than in the last attack. "Staff Sergeant Charles, you're with Second Platoon. We'll need medics moving through the ship."

“Understood Colonel” Leilani nodded picking up her medkit backpack ready to move out with the Second Platoon.


=/\= INTEL BLISTER =/\=

"ALL HANDS TO BATTLESTATIONS! SENSORS ARE DETECTING INCOMING SIGNALS SIMILAR TO EARLIER ENEMY CONTACTS! ALL CIVILIANS TO SHELTERS. FIGHTERS LAUNCH IN T-Minus 2 MINUTES!"

Rin sat at the central control hub, a half circle of computer terminals of holographic displays surrounding her. A reduced crew stood at the ready at their own terminals, where they would analyze data and send their recommendations back to Rin. She had loaned some of her people to other departments, mostly to Security and the Marines. She had no need of infiltrators today, just the best data analysts of her department, the ones who worked best as a team in situations like this.

The department had even come up with a nickname for the arrangement: the Spook Collective. It had involved a considerable amount of drinking. She had feigned ignorance of the name for some days after she overheard it, debating whether it was intended to be endearing. She concluded it was. Each person had their purpose as they passed data amongst themselves, organized by a central hub. From there, she would pass recommendations to the relevant departments, usually tactical, but if they got boarders again, it could be anyone.

She wasn't one to let a good model go to waste.

She briefly picked up an object balanced on the lip of one console: a tiny black and silver crown. For the Spook Queen. She allowed herself a moment to smirk at the memory of the gift, but only a moment.

She had a phaser pistol on her hip, but she also took a cue from the Commodore's playbook. While Rin did not have anything as slick as the compartment Phoenix used to hide her swords, she did have her own blade tucked under the console. The original, from Tavara, had been lost in the accident, but she had replicated a replacement some time ago. The blade was only 2 feet long, but it was heavy for its size, taking advantage of her enhanced strength.

One of her displays showed the face of her Romulan counterpart, Erein Fatana.

"I see we've assimilated a new member," one of the crewmen had quipped as they had rushed to set up the secure connection before the attack.

"Maybe we don't share that nickname with her yet," Rin replied.

Now, with everything in order, the commed up to the Bridge. "Intel blister ready at your command, Commodore."

TBC...