Chapter Text
The Star Beagle Adventures
Episode 4: Starship Trooper
Scene 14: Cavalry
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Cavalry
“These guys again?” asked PFC Sasha Soko. “I guess now we know who tagged us with that ferengi probe that told every miscreant in the galaxy just where we were…”
“I thought we had a treaty with these guys,” said PFC Raanda Habib.
“Yeah,” said Lance Corporal Petra Spitze. “The only ones who pay attention to that treaty are the ones that can read. And if they can read, they probably noticed that treaty doesn’t protect us when we’re outside of Federation space…”
“One good shot and they’ll have us,” said PFC Guz Maxwell. “Shields are already down to 68% and they haven’t managed to get a direct hit on us yet. Most of that’s just due to the load on the engines.”
“We’ll last longer running than if we were to try to turn and fight them,” said Spike.
At that moment something buzzed the Bluebird, drawing disruptor fire from the four large, square ships that were in pursuit. It passed close to two of the ships, causing them to briefly fire on each other.
“What was that and where did it come from?” asked Sasha.
“NCC 75601 - it’s the Escort!!!” exclaimed Raanda.
The U.S.S. Escort was significantly faster and more agile than the square ships that had been chasing the Bluebird. It had passed close, dived below the group, then came back up, phasers firing in pulse configuration, passing within meters of one of its targets, pouring phaser fire directly in contact with the larger ship’s shields and escaping ahead of the shrapnel of the exploding ship.
“Bluebird this is the U.S.S. Beagle, Sakura Nakamura Holland commanding. Drop your shields, route all power to inertial dampeners and structural integrity and prepare for emergency docking.”
“Beagle this is the Bluebird, Petra Spitze commanding, copy that!”
“Got it,” said Guz. “But they’re still a light year away… what???”
The vulcan-built craft came out of nowhere and painted one of the square ships briefly with its tractor beam, pushing it off course and into the line of fire of another of the ships, which had been firing at the Bluebird.
Only a heartbeat later, the Bluebird was captured by a tractor beam from the Beagle and jerked into one of the Beagle’s shuttle bays.
Although cut off from the external views of the scrum, the four young marines in the flight cabin of the Bluebird could hear the Star Fleet side of the battle chatter.
“Package secured and the Beagle is away!”
“Escort is also clear!” came another female voice.
A third female voice could be heard: “General Krank, you are go to light them up.”
The voice from the Beagle - Sakura Nakamura Holland - could be heard again: “It worked... Confirming the two surviving targets are disabled and dead in space.”
“Deleteri vessels,” came the third female voice, “This is Commodore Yui Song. Surrender and prepare for rescue operations…”
Sakura Nakamura Holland’s voice came through again: “Mako, Escort, get clear! Reading plumes in the deleteri engineering sections. Overload imminent…”
The Bluebird, now latched down inside the Beagle’s shuttlebay, bumped slightly.
“This is Commodore Yui Song, confirming all hostiles destroyed, no survivors. Report any damage.”
“This is the U.S.S. Escort, Rhonda Carter commanding, reporting no damage, no casualties.”
“This is the U.S.S. Beagle, Sakura Nakamura Holland commanding. We have the Bluebird in our primary hangar. We took a hit to our port ventral shield and have partial damage to one of our emitters in that array. We should have repairs completed in the next 20 minutes. No other damage, no casualties.”
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