Dramatic SFB: Convoy Escort gone wrong

Thu Nov 22 17:24:33 PST 2018

If he is lucky. Or he will become a Democrat Congressman.

On Thu, Nov 22, 2018 at 7:47 PM Gregory Flusche <shagrat1960 at gmail.com>
wrote:

> 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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