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USS Valley Forge
“Nearing the Coronado system, Sir.” The Constitution class cruiser’s helmsman announced to the captain seated in the center chair.
“Signal the rest of the taskforce to remain in the outer system out of sensor range and hail them.” Fleet Captain Magnussen ordered.
“The other ships have acknowledged our hail and are awaiting your orders, Sir.” The ship’s communications officer declared.
“Put them on visual.”
“Aye, Sir.”
As the images of the captains of the different ships along with Nelia appeared on his screen, Soren issued his commands. “Aeolia…Spoiled Princess…you may begin your reconnaissance. Get as much info on what they’ve got as you can.”
“Understood.” The captain of the Scryer-class intelligence ship responded in his usual posh accent.
“We’ll peek up their skirts and see what they've got!” The roguish Orion acknowledged with a cheeky grin and wink.
As the raider and intelligence ship activated their cloaks and disappeared, Captain Magnussen took a deep breath, “Run another readiness drill, XO, then let the crew relax for a while. I want everyone at peak condition for the fight.”
“Aye, Sir.” Commander Zheren replied as he signaled the communications officer to carry out the order. Lowering his voice to a whisper, he remarked, “I’ve got a feeling this is going to be a rough one.”
“I think you’re right, old friend.” Soren replied, keeping his voice low as well, “But we’ve got some of the best in our fleets here and I know I’ve got the best crew in the Fleet bar none. We’ll get the job done.”
“Never doubted it for a minute, Sir.”
USS Belladonna
“I hate waiting.” The executive officer, Eliza Flores, pouted. “I wanna kill something.”
“I know, dragam.” Captain Rosza replied, consoling her lover, “I do too. But cheer up, a legjobb fasz, we’ll get our share soon enough.”
“Am I really your best fuck?” Eliza grinned flirtatiously.
“A legobb.”
“That’s sweet.” Eliza winked, “You’re mine too.” Her pout returning, she quipped, “But I still want to kill something.”
IKS Klothos
“It will be a good day for our enemies to die. Eh, K’Gan?” Captain Korath declared with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
“It will indeed, Captain.” The ridged Klingon replied with a toothy grin. “All systems report ready, Sir. We are ready to move on your orders.”
“Good.” The human-augment captain responded with a smirk of his own. “After this battle, we will be drinking Zsa-Zsa’s bloodwine.”
USS Bellerophon
"All stations report ready, Captain." Ilya Xylides, the first officer for the Nebula-class starship announced to the man seated in the center good.
"Good." Captain Rodenko nodded his head. Turning first to his Bajoran science officer, he advised, "Be ready to execute your moves very quickly Simi. I want a sensor scan immediately on contacting the enemy and then polarize the hull."
"Aye, Sir." The youthful Bajoran lieutenant acknowledged.
"Korosho." Boris nodded as he delivered his next instructions. "Be ready with a tachyon scan as well. Just in case we have cloaked vessels waiting to surprise us."
"Understood."
Nodding his head in approval, Boris tapped his comm, "Engineering? Is our surprise ready?"
"Aye, Captain." Lieutenant Commdner S'taav reported, "We await your orders."
"Da. Tactical. Be ready to execute attack plan delta on my orders."
"Yes, Sir." Dya, the Elasian tactical chief, acknowledged with a curt nod of her head.
"Good work, XO." Boris praised as he addressed his Halenoi first officer seated next to him. "Now we wait."
USS Aeolia
“Sensors are indicating multiple ships, Captain.” Lieutenant Commander T’Pren announced from her weapons console.
“Bring us in, Mr. Shalev.” Hobson ordered, “Let us see what awaits us.”
Spoiled Princess
“You girls ready to take a peek under their dresses?” Nelia quipped as the sleek and powerful raider took its position.
“We’re ready when you are.” Shelana replied from her position at the helm.
“I’m picking up on several bogies.” Ashley declared from tactical.
Her lips turning up in a smirk, the roguish Orion commanded in a sultry voice, “Let’s see if they’re wearing any underwear. Move us in, Shels…nice and slow.”