> > As for the bridge crew, they started
> > reacting before the first order to
> communications was complete. They knew
> the drill. They knew their captain. Surprise
> was his favorite weapon, and he
> would try to use whatever he could....
> >
> >
> > ********
> >
> > Throughout the rest of the ship, message
> > centers flashed the alert message and
> > the lights flashed red, but no klaxon. The
> > Special Ops crew instantly jumped
> > into action.....
>
> Kit woke from a sound sleep, blinking for a
> moment at the interruption, but
> immediately pulling her uniform on. "Kitanya
> to all SpecOps memberrrs," she
> said into the com as she shrugged the body
> armor on. "I want everrry
> able-bodied fighterrr in full gearrr and
> arrrmed. I want you in the assembly
> arrrea in five minutes. Kitanya out." Then
> she changed Channels. "Kitanya
> to Lasiterrr. What's going on?"
>
"We have some unknown craft moving in on an intercept course. We have not
been able to identify them as our long range sensors are on the fritz from our
last battle. However, the tingle in the back of my neck is saying that it is
our furry friends." came the reply.
>
> "We've got no plans forrr a second boarrrding
> scenario. Let's just kick the crrrap out of these guys. If they boarrrd
any of the convoy ships, you've got us available to beam overrr and take
carrre of them. They won't expect a
tactical strrrike team to be meeting them on a
carrrgo vessel. Orrr this one."
>
"Just what I was about to suggest. Stand by... Admiral, the contacts
just came into range. They are the felinids. Intercept in 8 minutes. We are
detecting heavy scans being directed at the convoy, one ship at a time. They
appear to be looking for something, or someone. We may need your cloaked
friends."
>
> She got her own gear on and grabbed her
> weaponry, heading to the area with the
> rest of them. Once they were all there, she
> sent back some who should not
> have left sickbay, then addressed the rest.
> "The felinids have decided to
> trrry again. We don't have a need to boarrrd
> theirrr vessels this time, but
> we must make surrre to keep those prrrisonerrs
> herrre. Also, if any of the
> carrrgo ships orrr this one, forrr that
> matterrr, get boarrrded, we'll beam
> overrr therrre and teach them a little lesson
> about trrrying to steal ourrr
> ships. Make them think twice about the next
> time. Arrre you rrready?!" she
> yelled. A chorus of affirmative yells came
> back. That done, Kit sent a team
> to make sure the prisoners didn't get squirrely
> and to prevent any rescue,
> then told the rest they would be a strike team
> for any boarded vessel.
> "Kitanya to Lasiterrr. The prrrisonerrs arrre
> securrred and we arrre standing
> by forrr inserrrtion if necessarrry."
>
"Very well. We are forming up battle lines now. They appear to have
found what they were looking for. There scanners have quieted down.
Intercept in 3 minutes."
Those minutes ticked by ever so slowly. But the waiting was not forever,
as the opening shots from the cats hit, hard.
The Hathor rocked as did the other escort ships. A flury of torpedoes and
phaser fire could be heard conimg from the weapons stations on the Hathor.
She was dishing as good as she was giving. The SpecOps troops were monitoring
from their ready area. They saw one freightor take a hail of fire, and
implode seconds later. They witnessed one of the smaller escorts vaporize.
They also saw a felinid cruiser cut in half by phasers and torpedoes from
Hathor and another escort ship.
Then the call came in.
"Lasiter to Kitanya, have a team stand by for transport to the SS
Carpetbagger. We are detecting transport signatures over there. They are
carrying high grade dilithium crystals and phaser bank controllers..... " The
Hathor rocked before he could finish. "You better take up positions around
here too. Our shields just went down."
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