Find The Founders XII
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 1:54 am
The ship shook under another barrage from the Dominion battlecruiser; the operations console exploded, and Lieutenant Tyyr flew back, his face and neck shredded by chunks of plastic and metal. A fire was beginning to spread across the port side of the bridge, and the viewscreen flickered as the massive violet-colored ship continued it's attack, bright blue beams striking out in rapid bursts.
"All weapons, fire!" Captain Tsukiyumi bellowed, and the Galaxy-class USS Masamune returned the favor, phasers lancing into the battlecruiser's port nacelle. A full spread of photon torpedoes sped outward before splitting and striking multiple points on the Dominion vessel.
"Minimal damage to the battlecruiser! Our shields are down, Captain!" Commander Mikey shouted, "They're beaming troops over! We have intruders on decks ten, twelve, twenty-two, thirty, fifteen, five, and deck one!"
As soon as he said it, half a dozen Jem'Hadar warriors materialized; Captain Tsukiyumi drew his phaser and shot the first one dead. One of the warriors shot down a crewman to Mikey's left before the Commander blasted a hole in his face. Tsukiyumi dove behind the helm station as a flurry of blue-white pulses blasted out the viewscreen in a shower of dark glass. He shot another Jem'Hadar in the back as the warrior reared back to strike Mikey. The Commander struck one of the warriors in the face with a flat palm, and then shot him in the gut as he staggered back.
"Mikey! Get down!" Tsukiyumi shouted, but it was too late. The Commander was struck by a dozen pulses from three different directions, and fell dead into the Captain's chair.
"AAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" Tsukiyumi roared as rage overtook him; he leapt from behind the helm console, firing twice, and killing two of the remaining Jem'Hadar before leaping on the third, slamming the warrior to the floor.
"You Jem'Hadar B*STARD!!!" he screamed, smashing his phaser into the brute's face again, and again, until the jagged, broken weapon was covered in dark blood. Chest heaving, with blood running into his eye from a gash on his forehead, Captain Tsukiyumi stood, and staggered to the empty helm chair, before asking, "Computer, status of warp drive?"
"Warp drive is not functional. Critical damage to warp nacelles." The computer's emotionless female voice answered. He cursed, tossing the broken phaser to the ground.
"Status of weapons?" he asked, as he checked the ship's internal sensors. The crew was dropping like flies: as he watched, sixteen more lifesigns disappeared from the screen.
"Phasers are offline. Torpedo tubes are operational." Tsukiyumi grimaced, readying a targeting solution.
"Fire." He stated flatly. A spread of torpedoes blasted against the battlecruiser's shields, followed by a second spread, and a third. The fourth salvo struck the hull, blasting holes in the port wing, and overloading the ship's impulse engines in a spectacular explosion. Captain Tsukiyumi cheered through clenched teeth, and then shouted as he was knocked out of the chair by a salvo of torpedoes from the Dominion ship.
From the floor, he heard the computer's flat voice fill the smoky bridge, " Forward torpedo tube destroyed. Warning: Bridge fire suppression systems offline. Life support failing."
He clawed his way back into the chair, studying the internal sensors again: less than a hundred crew still survived in the saucer section. He checked the status of the transporters before activating the intercom. The b*stards weren't about to capture his ship.
"All hands, this is the Captain. Evacuate to the stardrive section at once. I repeat, fall back to the stardrive section at once." He glanced around the Bridge of the Masamune as he entered commands into the helm; the fire had spread, casting the room in an eerie orange light.
He waited as long as possible, and then activated the saucer separation protocol. He pressed a button on the console, and beamed himself directly to Main Engineering.
As soon as he materialized, he noticed the extent of the damage; plasma was leaking from several conduits, and sparks were shooting from a number of shattered consoles. The bodies of dozens of Jem'Hadar warriors, and most of the Engineering crew littered the floor.
Ducking under a fallen support beam, Tsukiyumi approached the only surviving crew member, who was frantically punching commands into an intact console, "What's the status of the warp core, Lieutenant uh?"
"Lieutenant Uzume, sir. Uh, it's not good, sir. We're venting plasma fast, and I can't contain it without help. Containment must've been damaged during the firefight. We've got maybe twenty minutes before the core breeches " She didn't look away from the console as she talked, deftly routing power from non-essential systems.
Tsukiyumi activated a neighboring console to watch the results of his trapdoor program. The saucer section had separated, and the battlecruiser was targeting it as it slowly moved away from the drive section. As he watched, polaron beams lanced into its dorsal surface, tearing through the hull in massive fireballs as it rapidly gained speed. The battlecruiser tried to maneuver away at the last moment, but it was already too late. The saucer section rammed the unshielded port side of the Dominion ship at one-eighth impulse speed, tearing the port wing off, and crushing into the main body of the ship with staggering force. In an instant, both vanished in a flash bright enough to rival a star.
Tsukiyumi and Lieutenant Uzume were knocked off of their feet as the blast wave hit the drive section; massive showers of sparks rained from overloading conduits, and the consoles they'd been using exploded as if they'd been packed with dynamite.
"Five minutes to warp core breeeeeech " the computer droned before cutting out with an abrupt chirp.
" There was a P class planet in this system. If the crew can reach it, we might be able to survive until help arrives." Tsukiyumi limped over to what appeared to be the only remaining functional console. After scanning the planet, he entered a series of commands, sending a text message to all active LCARS terminals before grabbing Uzume's arm and leading her out the door. In the hallway, a lone Jem'Hadar staggered, beaten and bloody, around the corner. Captain Tsukiyumi grabbed a piece of debris from the floor and swiftly stabbed the soldier in the neck before sprinting toward the shuttlebay.
*** *** ***
Unknown P-class planet, Stardate 51145.6
The survivors of the USS Masamune gather around the trio of escape pods they had landed in, taking stock of their supplies and gear. They tally several phasers, flashlights, portable heaters, and enough rations to last the group six weeks.
They are huddled around one of the heaters, still debating whether to stay with the pods or head to the nearby caves the Captain had discovered in his scan of the planet, when they hear a distant whining sound.
" What the hell is that?" Lieutenant Mark asks, his brows furrowing.
" I can't tell. It sounds like it's getting closer." Chief Sionnach remarks.
" Is it an animal?" Ensign Bob asks nervously, rubbing his hands together over the heater.
" Sensors didn't pick up any life-signs on this planet." Ensign Lazar answers, as the sound grows louder. No one can see beyond a few dozen meters in the blinding snow.
" That doesn't mean there aren't any, Ensign." Lieutenant Monroe retorts. The sound is now almost loud enough to drown out the constant whistle of the freezing wind.
" There's no reason to be paranoid about it, though. Use a tricorder." Lieutenant Stitch suggests. The sound seems to be right on top of them.
" I think there's one in the pod over there." Ensign Staplic points at the vague shape of one of the escape pods, nearly obscured in the white curtain of snow, ten meters away from the other two.
" I'll get it." Lieutenant Commander Seafort jogs briskly over to the pod and enters the hatch.
" Holy SH*T! EVERYBODY DOWN!" Lieutenant Foxx shouts, catching a glimpse of the impending disaster through a break in the blizzard.
A type 9 shuttle screams into view for an instant before tearing through the distant pod in a huge ball of fire, and skidding to a stop in a nearby snowbank. Flaming debris rains down around the stunned survivors, and for a moment, they stand in silent shock.
"Seafort!" the Ensign nicknamed Sonic Glitch shouts, before running toward the flaming wreckage of the pod. He's grabbed by Chief Sionnach, who points gravely at a fluttering piece of red uniform in the nearby snow. The Comm Badge is still attached.
The group slowly approaches the shuttle, phasers drawn, and open the hatch.
Inside, the Captain is slouched over the controls, phaser in hand, and a strange gold-colored goo is splattered all over the interior of the craft.
Ensign Nick approaches the chair, and spins the Captain around, " He's been stabbed through both lungs From behind Looks like he still got the b*stard, though."
" Got what b*stard?" Staplic asks cautiously.
" See for yourselves." Nick says ominously.
On the LCARS in front of the Captain's body was a simple statement: " Founders infiltrated ship. Exercise extreme caution."
"All weapons, fire!" Captain Tsukiyumi bellowed, and the Galaxy-class USS Masamune returned the favor, phasers lancing into the battlecruiser's port nacelle. A full spread of photon torpedoes sped outward before splitting and striking multiple points on the Dominion vessel.
"Minimal damage to the battlecruiser! Our shields are down, Captain!" Commander Mikey shouted, "They're beaming troops over! We have intruders on decks ten, twelve, twenty-two, thirty, fifteen, five, and deck one!"
As soon as he said it, half a dozen Jem'Hadar warriors materialized; Captain Tsukiyumi drew his phaser and shot the first one dead. One of the warriors shot down a crewman to Mikey's left before the Commander blasted a hole in his face. Tsukiyumi dove behind the helm station as a flurry of blue-white pulses blasted out the viewscreen in a shower of dark glass. He shot another Jem'Hadar in the back as the warrior reared back to strike Mikey. The Commander struck one of the warriors in the face with a flat palm, and then shot him in the gut as he staggered back.
"Mikey! Get down!" Tsukiyumi shouted, but it was too late. The Commander was struck by a dozen pulses from three different directions, and fell dead into the Captain's chair.
"AAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" Tsukiyumi roared as rage overtook him; he leapt from behind the helm console, firing twice, and killing two of the remaining Jem'Hadar before leaping on the third, slamming the warrior to the floor.
"You Jem'Hadar B*STARD!!!" he screamed, smashing his phaser into the brute's face again, and again, until the jagged, broken weapon was covered in dark blood. Chest heaving, with blood running into his eye from a gash on his forehead, Captain Tsukiyumi stood, and staggered to the empty helm chair, before asking, "Computer, status of warp drive?"
"Warp drive is not functional. Critical damage to warp nacelles." The computer's emotionless female voice answered. He cursed, tossing the broken phaser to the ground.
"Status of weapons?" he asked, as he checked the ship's internal sensors. The crew was dropping like flies: as he watched, sixteen more lifesigns disappeared from the screen.
"Phasers are offline. Torpedo tubes are operational." Tsukiyumi grimaced, readying a targeting solution.
"Fire." He stated flatly. A spread of torpedoes blasted against the battlecruiser's shields, followed by a second spread, and a third. The fourth salvo struck the hull, blasting holes in the port wing, and overloading the ship's impulse engines in a spectacular explosion. Captain Tsukiyumi cheered through clenched teeth, and then shouted as he was knocked out of the chair by a salvo of torpedoes from the Dominion ship.
From the floor, he heard the computer's flat voice fill the smoky bridge, " Forward torpedo tube destroyed. Warning: Bridge fire suppression systems offline. Life support failing."
He clawed his way back into the chair, studying the internal sensors again: less than a hundred crew still survived in the saucer section. He checked the status of the transporters before activating the intercom. The b*stards weren't about to capture his ship.
"All hands, this is the Captain. Evacuate to the stardrive section at once. I repeat, fall back to the stardrive section at once." He glanced around the Bridge of the Masamune as he entered commands into the helm; the fire had spread, casting the room in an eerie orange light.
He waited as long as possible, and then activated the saucer separation protocol. He pressed a button on the console, and beamed himself directly to Main Engineering.
As soon as he materialized, he noticed the extent of the damage; plasma was leaking from several conduits, and sparks were shooting from a number of shattered consoles. The bodies of dozens of Jem'Hadar warriors, and most of the Engineering crew littered the floor.
Ducking under a fallen support beam, Tsukiyumi approached the only surviving crew member, who was frantically punching commands into an intact console, "What's the status of the warp core, Lieutenant uh?"
"Lieutenant Uzume, sir. Uh, it's not good, sir. We're venting plasma fast, and I can't contain it without help. Containment must've been damaged during the firefight. We've got maybe twenty minutes before the core breeches " She didn't look away from the console as she talked, deftly routing power from non-essential systems.
Tsukiyumi activated a neighboring console to watch the results of his trapdoor program. The saucer section had separated, and the battlecruiser was targeting it as it slowly moved away from the drive section. As he watched, polaron beams lanced into its dorsal surface, tearing through the hull in massive fireballs as it rapidly gained speed. The battlecruiser tried to maneuver away at the last moment, but it was already too late. The saucer section rammed the unshielded port side of the Dominion ship at one-eighth impulse speed, tearing the port wing off, and crushing into the main body of the ship with staggering force. In an instant, both vanished in a flash bright enough to rival a star.
Tsukiyumi and Lieutenant Uzume were knocked off of their feet as the blast wave hit the drive section; massive showers of sparks rained from overloading conduits, and the consoles they'd been using exploded as if they'd been packed with dynamite.
"Five minutes to warp core breeeeeech " the computer droned before cutting out with an abrupt chirp.
" There was a P class planet in this system. If the crew can reach it, we might be able to survive until help arrives." Tsukiyumi limped over to what appeared to be the only remaining functional console. After scanning the planet, he entered a series of commands, sending a text message to all active LCARS terminals before grabbing Uzume's arm and leading her out the door. In the hallway, a lone Jem'Hadar staggered, beaten and bloody, around the corner. Captain Tsukiyumi grabbed a piece of debris from the floor and swiftly stabbed the soldier in the neck before sprinting toward the shuttlebay.
*** *** ***
Unknown P-class planet, Stardate 51145.6
The survivors of the USS Masamune gather around the trio of escape pods they had landed in, taking stock of their supplies and gear. They tally several phasers, flashlights, portable heaters, and enough rations to last the group six weeks.
They are huddled around one of the heaters, still debating whether to stay with the pods or head to the nearby caves the Captain had discovered in his scan of the planet, when they hear a distant whining sound.
" What the hell is that?" Lieutenant Mark asks, his brows furrowing.
" I can't tell. It sounds like it's getting closer." Chief Sionnach remarks.
" Is it an animal?" Ensign Bob asks nervously, rubbing his hands together over the heater.
" Sensors didn't pick up any life-signs on this planet." Ensign Lazar answers, as the sound grows louder. No one can see beyond a few dozen meters in the blinding snow.
" That doesn't mean there aren't any, Ensign." Lieutenant Monroe retorts. The sound is now almost loud enough to drown out the constant whistle of the freezing wind.
" There's no reason to be paranoid about it, though. Use a tricorder." Lieutenant Stitch suggests. The sound seems to be right on top of them.
" I think there's one in the pod over there." Ensign Staplic points at the vague shape of one of the escape pods, nearly obscured in the white curtain of snow, ten meters away from the other two.
" I'll get it." Lieutenant Commander Seafort jogs briskly over to the pod and enters the hatch.
" Holy SH*T! EVERYBODY DOWN!" Lieutenant Foxx shouts, catching a glimpse of the impending disaster through a break in the blizzard.
A type 9 shuttle screams into view for an instant before tearing through the distant pod in a huge ball of fire, and skidding to a stop in a nearby snowbank. Flaming debris rains down around the stunned survivors, and for a moment, they stand in silent shock.
"Seafort!" the Ensign nicknamed Sonic Glitch shouts, before running toward the flaming wreckage of the pod. He's grabbed by Chief Sionnach, who points gravely at a fluttering piece of red uniform in the nearby snow. The Comm Badge is still attached.
The group slowly approaches the shuttle, phasers drawn, and open the hatch.
Inside, the Captain is slouched over the controls, phaser in hand, and a strange gold-colored goo is splattered all over the interior of the craft.
Ensign Nick approaches the chair, and spins the Captain around, " He's been stabbed through both lungs From behind Looks like he still got the b*stard, though."
" Got what b*stard?" Staplic asks cautiously.
" See for yourselves." Nick says ominously.
On the LCARS in front of the Captain's body was a simple statement: " Founders infiltrated ship. Exercise extreme caution."
