It's Not Over 'Till It's Over - Part I

Posted on Tue Sep 30th, 2025 @ 6:30am by Commodore Samantha York & Commander Joren Tal & Lieutenant Commander Damion Wolfe & Lieutenant Aenar Torek & Lieutenant Bela Swain & Lieutenant JG Vincent Shaw & Ensign Chevy Tuff
Edited on on Wed Nov 5th, 2025 @ 7:59am

1,279 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Broken Mirror
Location: Calypso
Timeline: Immediately after "Waiting"

No sooner had the Marine team beamed aboard than the three mercenary ships began firing on the Calypso.

"Shields up. Return fire," Sam ordered.

Vincent was glowering at the ships that were firing back. "Shields are holding, Commodore." at least for the moment. His fingers danced as he adjusted the energy to the shields.

Joren glanced at his screen. "Minor damage on deck 3, which they nicked just before the shields went up. A damage crew is already underway."

Bela sat in her chair and shook along with the ship when it was hit. She curled her feet under her, resisting the temptation to curl into a ball. She loathed violence, but here, there did not seem to be another option. If only the away team had turned up something useful.... She looked over at the Captain and then Aenar, checking on their statuses.

Sam turned to Joren and nodded. "Thanks." The Calypso was larger and had better weapons and shields, but she didn't want to be caught in a battle of attrition.

Damion arrived on the bridge, stumbling out of the turbolift as the ship was hit again. "Who the hell is the amateur manning the weapons?!" He muttered as he straightened himself out and headed to the tactical station, dismissing the officer there, before taking a look at the current status. He saw the allocation of energy to the shields and began to make the adjustments accordingly.

"Ensign Satt is quite competent," Sam reminded Damion. He should know, as Satt was one of his officers.

Another shot rocked the ship. "Any word from the Prowler?" Sam asked.

"Nothing yet," the comms officer replied. "As there's no sign of an explosion, they might be dark for a reason."

'Incoming ship!' Aenar called from his console, voice sharp with concern. 'Approaching from starboard ventral.'

"Thank you. Security, identify that ship."

"I don't have any-" Damion began to say before stopping in mid-sentence. The information of the ship, its type, and affiliation came on the screen. "I stand corrected. According to this, it’s a Corsair Class cruiser that's identified as part of the Lost Syndicate. Also... this information was provided by the Prowler team and any information must not be distributed outside of Starfleet under penalty of treason." He said firmly before gesturing to the console. "I'm just reading the message, Commodore. These people need to switch to decaf."

"Understood," Sam replied. "Although I'm not sure if it would be treason here or back in our reality. Either way, I don't plan to share the information with anyone."

Abruptly, the comms broke through and a chirping voice came forth. =^= Bridge, this is Ensign Chevy Tuff. I have considered all the options and have come to the conclusion that there is information that is likely of the utmost importance that requires my sharing. I apologize for the interruption. From the shaking of the ship, I suspect we are in battle, but again, I do not think it is wise to keep this information contained, as it could be important. =^=

"What's the information, ensign?" Sam hoped it was as important as he claimed. With Tuff, it was 50/50.

=^= I have analyzed the data of the mercenary ship and they have stolen technology that permits them to travel between the universes. I apologize if that is not useful in what is the apparent battle up there, but I felt this information might be important to it, rather than waiting. I will understand if a negative notation must go into my personal file, as I had not completely decided that this was a proper course of action. =^=

"Thank you. That is just the information we need. Good work. York out."

There was a loud squawk, presumably pleased, as the comms cut out.

Sam chuckled and shook her head. "At least I made someone's day."

Damion raised a brow. "How is that new?! Our mission was based on the fact that these people had that technology and we needed to deal with it because they were using it to rob people?"

"That they have the technology isn't new, but that the last ship is the only one to have it is," Sam replied.

"Weapons, scanners, any way we can disable them?" Joren cut in as another impact rocked the ship.

Damion tapped on the console, checking the shield and weapons status, while trying to keep his footing as the ship shook. "Shields are at 40%. Weapons are holding." He said firmly before another alarm went off. "Another ship is approaching. This one is a lot bigger." He shouted as he tapped on the console. "Can anyone confirm?"

"It is confirmed, Sir." Vincent looking over his right shoulder towards Commander Wolfe.

A Sovereign Class Starship came out of warp, immediately raising its shields and powering up its weapons array. It's heading seemed to be towards the Calypso. It's phaser array began to charge up, as the ends of the array began to light up, forming two light up areas that began to travel towards each other. Once they combined, the phaser beam shot out in the direction of the Galaxy Class Starship. However, the beam missed the shields and struck one of the ships attacking the Starfleet ship with force, causing the ship to veer away from its target to regroup.

"Incoming message, ma'am."

"On screen," Sam ordered.

"Calypso, this is Commander Knight on board the Pridwen. I hope you don't mind, but the Prowler team and I decided to take a quick detour to grab some help." Alex said over the com's before adding. "If you can relay your attack pattern, the Pridwen can work with you in taking are of these ships."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "That's quite a...large ship for a rebel, Commander. But we do thank you for the assistance."

She nodded to Damion. "Send it to him."

Damion transferred the tactical data using the com channel with the other ship. He waited for a moment until the confirmation came through. "Tactical data has been sent. Helm?"

"Got it," Helm replied.

"Ready when they are," Sam said to Damion. "We need to get that third ship first, then take out the other two."

"Commodore," Joren said, "Would you prefer to coordinate fleet tactics, or focus on the Calypso? I can take care of the other." It might be a fleet of 2, but Joren knew the advantage of ships working together.

Sam nodded. It was just the two of them, but they were more than a match for three mercenary ships.

Then she opened the comm channel. "Pridwen, this is the Calypso. The third ship, the one in the back, is our target. We have the scientist and evidence that the ship has the stolen tech. You focus on them. We'll distract the other two."

A familiar voice replied, it was hard to place, but for those one long enough might recognize it. "Calypso, please clarify. Do you have the information and scientist or is he on the third ship?"

"We confirm. The scientist is now on the Calypso and one of our engineers backed up the computer data from the third ship," Sam replied. She knew that voice. Or she thought she did, but it wasn't the same. "Good enough?"

(To be continued...)

Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer
USS Calypso

Lieutenant Vincent Shaw
Chief Operations Officer
USS Calypso

Commander Joren Tal
Executive Officer
USS Calypso

Lieutenant Bela Swain
Chief Counselor
USS Calypso

Lieutenant Commander Damion Wolfe
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Calypso

Lieutenant Aenar Torek
Chief Science Officer
USS Calypso

Ensign Chevy Tuff
Computer Systems Specialist
USS Calypso

Commander Alex Knight
Commander
Prowler

 

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