Federation Fan Fiction | |||||||||||||
A Planet Too Far
Chapter Four |
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©2001 Domenico Bettinelli, Jr. All Rights Reserved | |||||||||||||
Inside the orbit of Callessus IV Three Jem'Hadar fighters wheeled in formation like clockwork, traveling at high impulse speed as they patrolled among the two dozen sensor platforms that made up the long-range observation system the Dominion had erected. Unseen, above and behind them, cloaked from sensors, a Klingon Bird of Prey drifted silently, waiting. As the enemy ships moved further and further away, the captain of the Dutarg motioned to his weapons officer to be ready. As the moment arrived, he shouted, Fire! The ship decloaked and disruptors burst forth from the wings to destroy the first sensor. She wheeled about and accelerated toward her second, carefully chosen target and fired again. By now the Jem'Hadar ships had noticed the attack and changed course to intercept the Klingons. The Klingon captain ordered his helmsman to maintain course for the third sensor, even while he watched the enemy slide closer. They'd be in weapons range in just seconds, but the mission came first. They had to destroy those sensors. But afterward they could kill some Jem'Hadar. The third sensor was reduced to dust and debris just as the first Jem'Hadar ship fired its polaron beam at the Bird of Prey. She rocked under the fire, but the shields held for the moment. The enemy fired again and this time the other two ships joined in on the attack. The Dutarg and its crew were knocked about by the blasts and the shields reduced in effectiveness, but no real damage had been done yet. Finally, the fourth sensor was in the Klingon ship's sights and was blasted to pieces. Almost reflecting its crew's joy at finally being unleashed to respond to the attack of the Jem'Hadar, the Bird of Prey leaped about on its keel and fired disruptors at the first enemy in range. That ship peeled off, stunned, and without waiting, the Dutarg fired a torpedo at a second fighter which exploded with a satisfying blast. The third fighter bore in on the Klingons even as the first ship, now recovered from the surprise attack, came about. The Klingon captain ordered a barrage of disruptor fire to be laid down against the third enemy. Each ship was rocked by the other's deadly beams until finally the Jem'Hadar's shields were the first to give in. Reluctant to break off from such an exhilarating battle, the Klingon captain ordered his helmsman to break off from the attack, head for the outer system, and cloak the ship. He heard the disappointment in his officers' voices, but he could see through the fog of the warrior's lust that Dominion reinforcements were already seconds away, and his ship, no matter how valiant her crew, wouldn't stand a chance against such massed firepower. They would fight another day and perhaps they would send some Jem'Hadar to whatever hell they believed in. That would be a good day to die!
On the bridge of the USS Charleston |
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