=/\= Bridge =/\= Acheson rubbed at his arm, as his skin reddened from a burst of sparks to his console. The Chimera had distinguished herself in battle, but at a price. The ship had taken a heavy beating. There were sporatic reports of damage, everything from hull compromises at various points to damage to the power systems. He glared at the Romulan ship on the viewscreen. The Romulans were worse for wear. They'd fought heroically too, it had to be said. Lt York struggled to keep the ship away from their port disruptor and plasma cannon. Those 2 weapons were all that was left on the ship, yet they kept fighting. The Chimera's shields were heavily compromised and the enemy weapons fire took more and more out of the ship. He smiled as he released another volley of photon torpedos and phaser shots, from the arrays he had left. The weapons struck the Romulan ship haphazardly, as his targeting system had taken some damage. Some shots hit shields that struggled to contain the energy and others ripped into the Romulan hull. He imagined that aboard that ship Romulans were dying in terror. Their hull was breaching and they were being forever silenced in the cold, and darkness of space. He should be horrified at that and despise the taking of life, as a Starfleet officer. Yet he found himself taking joy in their misery. He loved firing the weapons and watching them impact on the Romulan hull. The Romulans had done him an injury by attacking their ship and he found himself thrilled at seeking retribution. He reported into Commander Guzman: "Sir, the enemy vessel is heavily damaged. They have minimal shields along their port and aft sections. Their weapons are all offline, except their port disruptor and plasma cannon. They are having power instabilities throughout the ship." Acheson waited for Commander Guzman to reply. He looked back at them. "Maybe they've had enough. Open hailing frequencies!" Nate had to think for a minute as to how to do that. He was too busy firing. "Hailing frequencies open, sir" Guzman walked toward the viewscreen and began talking. "This is Commander Shane Guzman of the Federation Starship Chimera. Our sensors detect that your ship has taken heavy damage. Let us end this conflict before any more damage is done to either of us." Acheson shood his head. "No responce, sir!" The Chimera rocked again, as it took another hit, as the warbird fired its remaining weapons at full power. The console behind him exploded, sending sparks and hot, expanding gases into him. He slammed his chest into the console and just seemed to lay on it for a second. The controls behind him began to burn and the fire supression system immediately activated, extinguishing the flames. He rubbed at the area where he'd hit his head. He began to feel lightheaded but continued to man his post. Guzman looked back at him. "Continue firing!" Acheson nodded, with an emotionless expression on his face. He fired the Chimera's weapons, striking the Romulan ship repeatedly. =/\= END LOG =/\= MCapt Nate Acheson CTAC USS Chimera -- ___________________________________________________________ Sign-up for Ads Free at Mail.com http://promo.mail.com/adsfreejump.htm