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| − | General Trenin Anara was wearing her standard, rumpled black BDU's (Battle Dress Uniform). A | + | General Trenin Anara of bajor was wearing her standard, rumpled black BDU's (Battle Dress Uniform). A bajoran phaser in a low slug holster at her waist. She had seen Star Wars, an old earth film and decided that Solo had a good idea. The whole movie made her smile. She wasn't smiling now, she was glaring at the yard dog as her ship waited in Drydock. “You gotta be kidding me, I don't have another hour. There's a battle we're supposed to be at very soon, we've got a deadline...empathsis on the word 'dead'.” She glared and he glared back. He responded, “These new torps are no joke, onboard AI and with the tech to 'walk through' shields. It's hard to incorporate. It'd be a lot harder if your engineer was less of a wiz but this Major of yours has sped it up. An hour is a lot better then it would have been.” He softened, “I know you're eager to get going but with the Exocet AM60 torps and the new cloaking device on loan it's going to take as long as it takes.” |
| − | He shrugged and allowed himself to be called away when all Trentin did was nod, annoyed but understanding. Hands on her hips she turned and looked out of the window of the facility to her little nova class. Like with much the Maquis had it had been 'borrowed' from a previous user and retooled to suite their needs. It was battered but it was fast and hid a lot under that battered exterior. And now it was hiding even more, all because of criminals and rogue cardies. It would forever surprise her how the Maquis was still not supported by the Federation and the like. How can the others lump the Maquis in with Orions and Rouge Cardies. Sighing she headed back to her ship. Remembering when they first got this mission. | + | He shrugged and allowed himself to be called away when all Trentin did was nod, annoyed but understanding. Hands on her hips she turned and looked out of the window of the facility to her little nova class. Like with much the Maquis had it had been 'borrowed' from a previous user and retooled to suite their needs. It was battered but it was fast and hid a lot under that battered exterior. And now it was hiding even more, all because of criminals and rogue cardies. It would forever surprise her how the Maquis was still not supported by the Federation and the like. How can the others lump the Maquis in with Orions and Rouge Cardies. Sighing she headed back to her ship. Remembering when they first got this mission. |
| − | Her motley crew, or at least the senior staff was assembled in various | + | Her motley crew, or at least the senior staff was assembled in various civvie or New Maquis Government Uniforms..or pieces thereof. The main link was all was mainly black with a Maquis symbol somewhere on their person. Anara was angry, old memories of the Cardassian Occupation flew in her mind as she read the orders out loud. Her eyes sparked as she had said, “So it's simple we kill the Cardies we can, try to avoid killing anyone else, free who we can, and steal whats not nailed down.” |
| − | M'rao | + | M'rao pipped up, “So the normal plan then?” |
| − | There were snickers and things went off track as Trentin tried to get control again. Major Saruk talked about the new temporary weapon and cloaking upgrades. Ensign Hawthorne and 1Lt. D'zart gave an Intel briefing. On an on the meeting went the plans and back up plans but all knew how things could change on a dime. | + | There were snickers and things went off track as Trentin tried to get control again. Major Saruk talked about the new temporary weapon and cloaking upgrades. Ensign Hawthorne and 1Lt. D'zart gave an Intel briefing. On an on the meeting went the plans and back up plans but all knew how things could change on a dime. |
| + | The briefing went as most briefings do, a lot of important information interspersed with snide comments and jokes. The cardies were active on the border again and this time they appeared to be working with Orion slavers. The very thought of it enraged M'Rao greatly, especially after her recent experience. She listened intently as plans were laid out and a plan of her own emerged. | ||
| + | “Skipperr, I have an idea. I am fairrly cerrtain that Kait and I can come up with a way to hack into the Orrrion ships' computerrs and disable their self-destruct systems. That could save the lives of any prisonerrrs.” | ||
| − | + | “Good. You two get to work on that. Maybe you can share your info with others in the fleet.” Trentin answered. | |
| − | + | One of the big surprises was Lt. General Chad Etter, the CO of Starbase Kalamazoo and his Security Chief Commander Barry Etter were hitching a ride. This was a great surprise though. Lt. General Etter was a good friend from way back and a fair pilot with Barry on weapons Trentin was pleased Lt. General Etter agreed to pilot the Nova. His response to her request being a grin and an, “I can make her dance..” | |
| − | + | Anara did not doubt it, his love for air units and piloting skills was well known to her. And she knew if anyone could fly circles around whatever the reserve fleet would throw at them. | |
| − | + | The basic plan was to pop in and start firing at multiple targets to sow confusion. Then as soon as the Cardassian fleet went down, General Trentin would lead her Tactical Forces to do a Search and Destroy for anything related to the 27th Guards planetside with anyone who could be spared from the combat in space. | |
| + | The planning continued back and forth as plans were hammered out, Anara sat there commenting as needed and every so often rubbing her clan earring in a thoughtful but absent-minded gesture. Finally they finished and she dismissed the crew and they broke off to finish their plotting. | ||
| − | + | Shaking herself mentally from her thoughts she entered the bridge of her ship to get things going. | |
| + | As soon as the meeting was over, M'Rao contacted Kaitlyn McIntyre, her deputy, and asked her to come to her office. She briefed Kait on what she wanted to do. Kait's sharp mind began formulating the needed programming almost immediately. The two worked for several hours before Kait suggested they take a break. | ||
| + | “But we need to finish...” M'Rao protested. | ||
| − | + | Kait stretched. “We will, but I need a break and yer whiskers be droopin'.” | |
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| + | M'Rao sighed and nodded. “Okay, and I could do with a bite to eat.” | ||
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| + | ~*~ | ||
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| + | “Okay, we've run it through the simulator fifteen times now. Isn't that enough?” | ||
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| + | “And it failed on five of those simulations, Kait.” The Caitian woman's tail twitched in frustration. “Sixty-seven perrrcent isn't good enough. We must be missing ssomething.” | ||
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| + | M'Rao turned to the computer console and pressed the print button. | ||
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| + | “A hard copy? Nobody ever does that anymore.” Kait said. | ||
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| + | “It is easierr for me to see prroblems if I can see the whole prrogrram and not just parrts of it.” | ||
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| + | M'Rao laid the papers out so that she could see all of it, scanning for anything that caught her attention. There was nothing at first, but then about halfway through she found an error. “Found it.” | ||
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| + | The error was small, but enough to throw the programming off. Kait looked over M'Rao's shoulder. “We were only off by a couple of numbers. That's an easy fix.” | ||
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| + | ~*~ | ||
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| + | “Finally!” Kait looked tired, but excited. “That's seventeen out of twenty. Eighty-five percent!” | ||
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| + | “And that is good enough.” M'Rao nodded and tapped her commbadge. “Skipper, we'rre rrready.” | ||
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| + | Trentin responds, "Well done, spread the word and prepare to move out. We've just got word we're all ready to go. May the Prophets smile on our desire to blow the living crud out of those who desperately deserve it..." | ||
'''MORE TO COME''' | '''MORE TO COME''' | ||
Revision as of 13:54, 29 September 2009
The following is a short fiction written by General Christina Doane and several members of the M.F.S. Liberty crew.
General Trenin Anara of bajor was wearing her standard, rumpled black BDU's (Battle Dress Uniform). A bajoran phaser in a low slug holster at her waist. She had seen Star Wars, an old earth film and decided that Solo had a good idea. The whole movie made her smile. She wasn't smiling now, she was glaring at the yard dog as her ship waited in Drydock. “You gotta be kidding me, I don't have another hour. There's a battle we're supposed to be at very soon, we've got a deadline...empathsis on the word 'dead'.” She glared and he glared back. He responded, “These new torps are no joke, onboard AI and with the tech to 'walk through' shields. It's hard to incorporate. It'd be a lot harder if your engineer was less of a wiz but this Major of yours has sped it up. An hour is a lot better then it would have been.” He softened, “I know you're eager to get going but with the Exocet AM60 torps and the new cloaking device on loan it's going to take as long as it takes.”
He shrugged and allowed himself to be called away when all Trentin did was nod, annoyed but understanding. Hands on her hips she turned and looked out of the window of the facility to her little nova class. Like with much the Maquis had it had been 'borrowed' from a previous user and retooled to suite their needs. It was battered but it was fast and hid a lot under that battered exterior. And now it was hiding even more, all because of criminals and rogue cardies. It would forever surprise her how the Maquis was still not supported by the Federation and the like. How can the others lump the Maquis in with Orions and Rouge Cardies. Sighing she headed back to her ship. Remembering when they first got this mission.
Her motley crew, or at least the senior staff was assembled in various civvie or New Maquis Government Uniforms..or pieces thereof. The main link was all was mainly black with a Maquis symbol somewhere on their person. Anara was angry, old memories of the Cardassian Occupation flew in her mind as she read the orders out loud. Her eyes sparked as she had said, “So it's simple we kill the Cardies we can, try to avoid killing anyone else, free who we can, and steal whats not nailed down.”
M'rao pipped up, “So the normal plan then?”
There were snickers and things went off track as Trentin tried to get control again. Major Saruk talked about the new temporary weapon and cloaking upgrades. Ensign Hawthorne and 1Lt. D'zart gave an Intel briefing. On an on the meeting went the plans and back up plans but all knew how things could change on a dime.
The briefing went as most briefings do, a lot of important information interspersed with snide comments and jokes. The cardies were active on the border again and this time they appeared to be working with Orion slavers. The very thought of it enraged M'Rao greatly, especially after her recent experience. She listened intently as plans were laid out and a plan of her own emerged.
“Skipperr, I have an idea. I am fairrly cerrtain that Kait and I can come up with a way to hack into the Orrrion ships' computerrs and disable their self-destruct systems. That could save the lives of any prisonerrrs.”
“Good. You two get to work on that. Maybe you can share your info with others in the fleet.” Trentin answered.
One of the big surprises was Lt. General Chad Etter, the CO of Starbase Kalamazoo and his Security Chief Commander Barry Etter were hitching a ride. This was a great surprise though. Lt. General Etter was a good friend from way back and a fair pilot with Barry on weapons Trentin was pleased Lt. General Etter agreed to pilot the Nova. His response to her request being a grin and an, “I can make her dance..”
Anara did not doubt it, his love for air units and piloting skills was well known to her. And she knew if anyone could fly circles around whatever the reserve fleet would throw at them.
The basic plan was to pop in and start firing at multiple targets to sow confusion. Then as soon as the Cardassian fleet went down, General Trentin would lead her Tactical Forces to do a Search and Destroy for anything related to the 27th Guards planetside with anyone who could be spared from the combat in space. The planning continued back and forth as plans were hammered out, Anara sat there commenting as needed and every so often rubbing her clan earring in a thoughtful but absent-minded gesture. Finally they finished and she dismissed the crew and they broke off to finish their plotting.
Shaking herself mentally from her thoughts she entered the bridge of her ship to get things going.
As soon as the meeting was over, M'Rao contacted Kaitlyn McIntyre, her deputy, and asked her to come to her office. She briefed Kait on what she wanted to do. Kait's sharp mind began formulating the needed programming almost immediately. The two worked for several hours before Kait suggested they take a break.
“But we need to finish...” M'Rao protested.
Kait stretched. “We will, but I need a break and yer whiskers be droopin'.”
M'Rao sighed and nodded. “Okay, and I could do with a bite to eat.”
~*~
“Okay, we've run it through the simulator fifteen times now. Isn't that enough?”
“And it failed on five of those simulations, Kait.” The Caitian woman's tail twitched in frustration. “Sixty-seven perrrcent isn't good enough. We must be missing ssomething.”
M'Rao turned to the computer console and pressed the print button.
“A hard copy? Nobody ever does that anymore.” Kait said.
“It is easierr for me to see prroblems if I can see the whole prrogrram and not just parrts of it.”
M'Rao laid the papers out so that she could see all of it, scanning for anything that caught her attention. There was nothing at first, but then about halfway through she found an error. “Found it.”
The error was small, but enough to throw the programming off. Kait looked over M'Rao's shoulder. “We were only off by a couple of numbers. That's an easy fix.”
~*~
“Finally!” Kait looked tired, but excited. “That's seventeen out of twenty. Eighty-five percent!”
“And that is good enough.” M'Rao nodded and tapped her commbadge. “Skipper, we'rre rrready.”
Trentin responds, "Well done, spread the word and prepare to move out. We've just got word we're all ready to go. May the Prophets smile on our desire to blow the living crud out of those who desperately deserve it..."
MORE TO COME
