Death, destruction, loss

Posted on Sun Aug 10th, 2025 @ 1:07am by Captain Alexander Johnson

400 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Licking our wounds
Location: Cargobay/bridge
Timeline: Current

Alexander stood at the cargobay looking at all the torpedoe casings, converted into torpedoes. He lost people before, but this... hurt. He lost his XO, not to mention other department chiefs, some sucked out to space when the hull breach happened. Others when the iconians briefly boarded. For the XO, and several others, it was a sacrifice, they made sure they were able to get out of the area. To klingons, it would have been the ultimate honour, however he was not klingon, nor was this a klingon ship.

Turning he walked out and into the corridor. His forehead still bled, his shoulder still dislocated. He had yet to go to medical to get checked, something he knew would not set well with Jade. But that could wait, he had to start the paperwork. Losing half the crew maybe more, the numbers still coming in those missing, or killed. The numbers were high.

"Deck one bridge" He replied as he entered the turbolift. The lights just flickered, and the turbolift ascended like a car running out of gasoline. When he walked out of the lift, there was still the smell of smoke, from the computers that blew, one of which was his own, he was able to stand before it did, but it ended up throwing him against the helms control. A station that had previously been held by a promising young ensign, just out of the academy. Just one of many in the cargo bay.

Walking over he took a seat in his chair, it felt empty, he was the only one on the bridge, though they were travelling towards spacedock, helm had to be rerouted to the battle bridge. Engineering was able to get the warp engines online, but warp five would be the best they would get without compromising the ships hull.

"Computer, assemble the senior staff 1300 hrs." That was six hours from now. The ship wouldnt blow up, they were in a safe area of space, it wouldn't hurt to let them recuperate for a few hours. Seeing that many were still in sickbay, being tended to by the many EMH's the ship was outfitted with. The doctor being killed as he was responding to an emergency in engineering.

Standing, he walked over picked up the ships plaque off the floor, brushed it off. And headed over to the ready room. Time to start the paperwork.

 

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