Dramatic SFB: Convoy Escort gone wrong

Thu Nov 22 16:47:14 PST 2018

Some one is going to get demoted to running a backwater base station :)

On Thu, Nov 22, 2018 at 6:23 PM Charles Carroll via SFBdrama <
sfbdrama at lists.mattnet.org> wrote:

> #2913 Convoy Raid
>
> The day started out like usual. With the admiral drunk. Annoyed yet again
> at having his ship guarding a stupid convoy. All because he mentioned
> something about the Grand Admirals Wife's outfit looking like something a
> Orion Slave Girl would wear. I mean really...it was just a joke. He drug
> himself out of bed...wondering why he was awake...as he got to the bathroom
> the intercom alert came on again making his head pound even more than it
> had been. He wandered on into the bathroom..ignoring what was probably the
> third time it had gone off...and climbed in the shower.
>
> As he tried to wash all the pain in his head away...and it was finally
> starting to feel better...he heard a knock on his bathroom door. "Admiral",
> a rather frantic voice cried out. "They need you on the Bridge right away."
> Muttering to himself he turned the water off...dried himself off....then
> yelled through the door. "Go away!!!". And he heard whoever it was wander
> off. He got his underwear on...correctly...on his second try. And was
> working on getting his shirt over his head when someone started banging on
> his bathroom door again. He got the shirt pulled down and staggered over to
> the door throwing it open. His Executive Officer Alionus Pontious...starred
> at her Commanding Admiral with a look of horror on her face.
>
> "What, never seen a man in without his pants?" The Admiral
> exclaimed...rather amused at his humor. "Admiral", she replied. "Per your
> standing order to never again take any action involving alerts or weapons
> status, your presence is needed on the bridge immediately"! He looked at
> her..."What the Hell for??? Nothing ever happens on this God Forsaken
> Mission. Another Free Trader cant find his ship?" Again he was amused at
> his outstanding wit.
>
> With as proper a face as she could maintain, she replied. "No Admiral. It
> would be more in line with what we have been trying for the last 15 minutes
> to get you to come see and that would be the Federation Heavy Command
> Cruiser and the 4 ships accompanying it that are coming in weapons hot and
> loaded for Us it seems. SIR" The look she gave him may have been slightly
> less than polite for a subordinate officer.
>
> The Admirals mouth fell open...and he grabbed his pants as he staggered
> off to the lift tube. He raced onto the bridge and realized just how badly
> he had messed up. But...he knew if he just retreated. He would never live
> it down. So he made a hasty...possibly ill advised decision to stay and
> fight for a turn...launch some torps...and prove he had not just turned
> tail and run. This was known from ancient days as showing the flag.
>
> "Red Alert"...he commanded...wincing as the alarms began to blare and his
> head started really pounding. "Bring all ships to battle stations. Prepare
> to launch torpedoes." "Um....Sir...we do not have any torpedoes ready to
> launch other than the Fs that are always on hold. Remember you said not to
> bother charging anything. They wouldn't be needed." "He grabbed his
> head...turned and called out. "Someone shut that damn Alarm off...I can't
> think." Mercifully, silence returned to the Bridge. "Fine...then launch the
> Fighters...they can hold them off while we charge the torpedoes. And
> prepare to fire phasers." "His weapons officer looked like he was
> swallowing something truly disgusting as he replied. "Sir...again per your
> orders. All fighters are off duty, none are prepped and the phaser banks
> are just on warm. No energy is in them at all."
>
> This day is just getting worse and worse he thought. "Ok...bring us to top
> speed." Um....that will also take a bit sir...we have half the panels
> broken down for maintenance. As you instructed."
> "Well do what you can and lets speed up some. Keep pace with the Free
> Traders and lets look like we are prepared. Have the Frigates increase
> speed and the Malinius stay with us and someone get those fighters armed
> and crewed and get the torps charging and phasers loaded."
>
> So as the turn began...He realized just how bad this was about to go as
> the Incoming Feds came running close to their max speed. He could not begin
> to outrun them. And he knew. Someone...was not going to make it home.
>
> The turn went as expected....he tried to keep range. But the Feds just
> relentlessly closed. And closed...and Closed....(Jaws music plays in the
> background.)
>
> They got to range 8 on his Frigate Crassius and he just knew it was dead.
> But no...they seemed to ignore it. Hmmmm...wonder why...then they got to
> range 8 on his ship. The Gladius...and the lead ship the Lexington unloaded
> an alpha strike into his #3...which had slipped unnoticed...to that shield
> just....now. Fortunately...a lot of damage missed. And he took only 54.
> Blocking 3 with batteries. Internals were not great...but he lost just a
> torp, and 3 phasers. And 6 warp and half his impulse. He immediately
> ordered a HET to bring new shields to bear.
>
> He launched all the Free Traders D torpedoes. and had 4 Fs launch at the
> BC. The BC turned off. The rest closed. Amd a few impulses later as they
> got to range 5 of the Crassius. Unloaded into his rear shield since all
> ships were now running away. Doing 49 damage to a 20 point shield. Crassius
> handled it ok...and continued trying to escape...bringing his cloak on
> line. Then more ships fired. And another 44 damage through the down shield.
> Crassius ceased to exist.
>
> At this point the Feds satisfied with how things were going turned off
> from the pursuing plasma.
> Leaving the swarm of drones they had put out at long range...slowly
> closing on the Romulans at speed 20.
>
> As the turn ended...the Romulans announced they were done with this...and
> abandoned their Free Traders. As they advanced at high speed to the
> rear...Admiral Mcree was already thinking his name would from now on be
> known as Pants Down Mcree.
>
> So ended the rather abysmal showing of this particular Romulan Fleet.
>
> Chuck
>
>
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