Reflections in a Diamond Eye - Part Three

Posted on Fri Mar 6th, 2020 @ 11:56pm by Captain Tienn Ezas & Commander Jamil Newsom & Commander Phoolan Warfield & Lieutenant Commander Heather Wolf & Lieutenant Commander Marie Hasti-Antilles & Major Heather Skyler & Lieutenant Commander Belex Amedi-Emerson & Lieutenant Commander Martin Emerson & Lieutenant Commander Atish "Thundercracker" Khatami & Post Captain Sebastian Davoust & Commodore Neban Hular & Command Master Chief Petty Officer James Caldwell & Lieutenant Joseph Dondarrion & Grand Admiral April Yamaguchi

Mission: Mission 72: T'Would Ring the Bells of Heaven
Location: Starbase 12 - Orbiting New Holland
Timeline: 0935Hrs - March 17th, 2392

Captan Neban Hular was sitting in his command chair on his bridge and up to this point, things were shaping up to be a normal day in the life of the crew of the good ship, USS Avalon. Any day when he didn't need to yell at someone, shoot someone or break something was in his humble opinion, a good day so when the USS Mount Hood, an older Excelsior Class ship which also had the dubious distinction of being the very last Excelsior Class ship remaining in Starfleet service, suddenly melted down as the turned into a truly hideous sphere of molten fire.

"Emergency!. Shields Up!" Belex shouted from the Conn station where the sleek figured Bolian was presently seated.

The scene before them shifted from the base to a flying piece of debris that was hurtling at the USS Avalon before there was a loud explosion, the ship gently shook as the area around the explosion site on the starbase began to flare and disintegrate.

Neban turned. "Phoolan. Drop shields and start beaming survivors aboard the Avalon."

Warfield went to work, she tapped the displays before her with her delicate looking, nimble fingers. "Shields down, transporting survivors aboard.."

Newsom gently turned his console to face Neban. "The blast has done heavy damage to the lower sections of the base." he commented. "The base personnel are being evacuated... Also there are no survivors from the USS Mount Hood... She had a crew of two hundred thirty aboard.."

Hular sighed softly. "So... How many have we lost so far?"

"Too many skipper." Newsom responded softly, before her cast a glance over at his own wife nearby. Phoolan nodded back to her husband.

Belex Amedi turned her head. "Sir, we also got over two dozen other ships that have suffered damage to their hull or ships systems as a result of that explosion.."

Neban nodded. "Alright.. We can leave the Alaska to handle the base.. We'll help those who need it."

"Aye skipper." the sleek looking Bolian female seated at Conn turned her attention back to her work before her as Newsom turned to his wife, presently at security. "Phoolan, see who needs us first.. and send that location to Belex."

"Willdo." and with that the Indian woman went to work at her post. "The freighter Red Feather, She's presently crippled, heading one one two, mark sixteen Conn."

"Got it." Amedi responded as she changed the Avalon's heading so the ship could move in closer so the sensors could work better, or so the theory went.

Command Master Chief Petty Officer James Caldwell turned to address Neban Hular. "Sir. We're within range of the first freighter... Its venting plasma and its core is overloading."

"Get their crew out of there." Neban ordered.

Lieutenant Atish Khatami who was seated at Operations, didn't even respond as she allowed her fingers to do all of the talking for her. "I have them sir... Transporter room two." she explained.

Amedi meanwhile diverted Avalon's course to gain some distance as the Freighter flashed into incandescent plasma in a truly massive explosion, some of which flashed against Avalon's shields. There was a loud booming sound that could be heard throughout Avalon's hull but no major damage.

"Well now. that was exciting." Newsom sighed softly. "Belex, get us on course for the next ship asking for help please?"

"Aye Commander." the young, sleek looking Bolian female responded with a smile. "Our next destination is the S.S. Birdseye. May we have better luck with this one then the last one."

"Birdseye... Thats a different name." Newsom silently agreed with the young Bolian at Conn but quietly he wanted the ship to die because in his eyes, it was simply a horrible name.

"Arrival in fifteen seconds... " Amedi committed as Khatami sighed. "I think this one is a loss too." the Iranian woman explained. "Yep... her crew is requesting beam out."

"Do so." Hular responded evenly as the Avalon turned away before this ship likewise vaporized itself in a massive explosion, every bit as impressive as the first ship they had tried to rescue.

The scene repeated itself for the next two freighters but then the Avalon and her crew came to a crippled Federation starship, the U.S.S. Christchurch which was an Akira class destroyer, was venting plasma from both nacelles and she clearly had damage from explosions all over her hull. She had attempted to save the crews from two freighters that had both been lost due to the ammunition ships explosion, she recovered everyone from both ships but the second freighter had exploded far too close to the Christchurch, it had left the Akira class vessel crippled and venting atmosphere.

The Avalon gently secured the Akira class destroyer in a tractor beam before gently towing her back to the space docks for repairs and refitting. Also she had to transfer several freighter crews over to the base at the same time. Once this was finished the Avalon was cleared a second time for departure.

Once the Avalon formed up with the Alaska, the two ships departed quickly, moving forward into warp heading towards their mutual destination.