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Aye sir. This should be interresting

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Lucius nodded and ran to the tactical station checking over the readings as he brought the targeting reticule manually over the klingon vessel and fired a salvo of photonic torpeods. Listening to the Captain yell orders to the XO, he put that to the back of his mind, listening but not focusing on it so much as on attempting to get good shots off on the hostiles.

"Got a hit on their starboard nacelle." he called out as he continued to alternate fire between photononic torpedos and phase canons.

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Chait peers at the viewer. "That's a Nacelle . . . that's it's starboard? How can you tell?"

The alien craft, now no longer able to maintain it's pretence of Klingon Bird Of Prey, peels off out of range, limping as it's propulsion is somewhat damaged. Unable to even cloak it does however send pulses of lights down it's flank breaking up it's outline making it harder and harder to hit while it's in motion.

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Lucius looked up expecting to see the bird of prey with plasma leaking from the nacelle and wondering how basic ship geometry escaped the Captain when he saw the hulk of....something on the viewer.

"That's not what was there a moment ago....I....nevermind, firing again." He said feeling like a dumb cadet again.

Scanning it, he did not see anything discernible as well anything so he just picked a central spot and aimed everything at it.

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The alien scaffold looking ship pauses for a moment, seeming to collect it's thoughts before it starts blossoming fire and erupting parts. pretty soon there's very little sign that it was ever there.

"Good shot. You ever thought about a career in Tactical?"

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[Hull Breach] some vocal alarm sounds as cracks appear in the saucer section. Sadly the former tactical officer that Chait relieved of duty gets sucked up into the hole and his carcass blocks it for a while. Screaming as his flesh is forced through a hairline crack, it's obvious he's beyond help.

Having received word regarding the hull breach and an officer being trapped in the slowly widening breach. He had his medkit and proceeded to pull out hypos filled with varying dosages of painkillers. Summoning a couple of other officers to assist, along with a nurse. He injected the first dose, to see if it takes. When he saw it wasn't strong enough, he ramped up the next dose and repeated the process. "Let's get him out of that breach and into the temporary Sickbay," ordered the CMO.

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As the ex tactical officer stops his screaming and starts his sobbing it becomes clear that a) between the blood loss and the icing up of his innards he is never going to make it and b) if they try moving him then the hairline crack he's currently getting sifted through will widen up and they'd be even more in the schtuck.

"Belay that Doctor, we're getting everyone out to the Atlantis. I want that to be the priority." Chait looks at the screen . . . seemingly no trace left of their attackers . . . something is bugging him.

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Alon hated to leave the poor man, in such a state, but, orders, were orders. "Aye, sir," he said, with great reluctance. He turned to the others. "Do what you can, for him. I have to assist with the transfer." He then bolted for the main areas where people were being collected and immediately began medical evac protocols, paralleling triage protocols.

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Chait walks over to Telor's triage, takes a hypospray filled with Sonambutril and injects the screaming man plugging the hairline crack in the bridge's hull with 3 units. Enough to send him into a peaceful sleep.

Chait then explains to Doctor Telor "We can't remove him right now without risking the lives of the rest of our patients. We get them off and then we worry about him."

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Strokes the panels of her beloved Republic transporters as she layes in the final adjustments for transfer. Sad to leave, but there is nothing left to do for her.

"Transporters are ready for tranfer, Doctor. Ready when you are!"

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"Now now now!"

The crew of the Republic start arriving on board the Atlantis, NX-05. The ship has almost no functions at all, not even viewer. All that seems to be working is life support on minimum. Mainly it's just a pocket of air. Even grav plating is down so most find that odd sensation of floating as soon as they materialise. From the entire 82 surviving crew of the Republic only one loses their life going through the transporter as her molecules started to float off before materialisation completes.

Before long it's just the Caitian Captain and the unconscious human tactical officer sealing the hairline crack. Chait checks the pulse and respiration.

As he makes an assessment, from the inky blackness, the spot where the cloaked ship blew up it whispers back into view.

The destruction of the alien craft was an illusion, a hoax created by the holographic emitters. They had just finished their repairs and were ready for a second round.

"I'm sorry Rob." Chait injects the dying man with more Sonambutril until his heart stops, letting him die peaceably in his sleep. The kindest coupe de grace he could manage. "At least it's over before you awake." With that he performed Caitian last rights to help the man's soul reach the 'paradise beyond' before taking to the transporters and dialing in his destination.

Two more salvos hit the saucers section, rupturing the hull some more. [Automatic settings are not available] was the reply he reads. He's stuck!

Given the options he hurries down to the airlock and finds EV suits, selecting the Caitian model takes precious time in which the bridge breaks apart.

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Working at the helm he fails to get any of the systems working, runs to the lounge and makes for a portal to see what is happening to the stricken and twisted Republic. Blowing into his hands to ward off the cold of the previously abandoned vehicle, he scrapes some ice off the glass and peers as he watches the alien ship flicker through it's array of disguises, Klingon, Andorian, Federation, Vulcan, Tellarite and back to Klingon Bird Of Prey before flickering out and back to a disaray of antennae and scaffold. It takes one last sweep of the Republic and strafes it with torpedoes.

"NOOOO!"

Softly in his mind's ear he can hear a soft thump as he watches the globe of the saucer section blossom into a large flower of flame.

The alien ship flies around it a couple of times scanning the remains of the Republic before it seems satisfied that it's dead and warps out quickly.

Naranja places a hand on the window, not caring that a few layers of skin have now frozen and bonded onto the glass. He slowly removes his hand leaving a perfect imprint in skin stuck to it.

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Grav plating goes just as Bruno clicks his helmet in place. The tail was the worst part to fit in the suit. Any way his tail went the suit's tail wanted to go the other way.

"Damn!" The entire airlock rocks, throwing him into the air. Unable to push off against anything to propel him towards the airlock controls by the door he twists and turns trying to get some momentum when the entire room tears itself apart. Renting open into space the sudden release in air pressure propels him outwards into the blackness.

Once outside he comes face to face with the lower antennae of the alien ship as he passes close by.

No phaser, he grabs hold of a piece of piping from the Republic's remains and hurls it into the antennae. The force imparted on it pushes him back too. He feels a certain satisfaction as it hits home and does some obvious damage to the sensor array.

The aliens ship moves off and gets a little distance before going to warp.

"Now . . . where is . . . the Atlantis."

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On board the USS Atlantis is cold, no gravity and barely any life support. The groans of the wounded echo in the darkness.

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Lucius materialized and immediately felt the uncomfortable sensation of weightlessness. Reaching to one of his pockets, he withdrew a small flashlight and switched it on playing the light over the deck and the bulkheads as well as the people around him. He quickly pushed himself away from the transporter and grabs a hand hold. Looking around he notices several officers but notices a key missing person.

"Where's the Captain?" He asked to anyone who could answer.