The Continuing Story of Deep Space 2: Page 72
Personel log - Admiral van Rhee - Classified
We have a new ship for the fleet. We have given the ship the name USS Strike. Although it has no phasers or any other weapons alike, it has four torpedo launchers, which can fire extreme precision torpedoes. I don't know where the design came from, but our Chief Engineer asured me this ship will fly like we have never flown before. I am sitting on the bridge in the center seat watching the main viewer. All sensors have been set to detect any movement as small as they are in space. This ship can travel beyond regular warp speed. I don't know exactly how it works, but our Chief engineer is getting all the information he needs of the droid crew. I don't really like to be in space with a ship I don't really know that well, but I have read the specs within the hourand this ship seems as easy to fly as a Spitfire. The USS Strike is more of an explorer scout ship, with incredible sensors. I needed this ship. It is as simply as that. The unknown enemy is waiting like a predator and we don't know who, what where or when... And I don't like that at all. We are patroling the perimeter of Deep Space 2 And I am waiting for the first test results. I had contact with the USS Ajax, which is on full alert. I don't think Colonel Jan will take any risks as usual. There is still no news about the missing Federation ships or their crews, but the good news is, is that there has not been an attack for almost two weeks. It could also indicate that our enemy is preparing for something big...
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Ensign Kama Decker looked at her phaser which apparently set of the alarm. She expected a dozen enemy soldiers busting through the door she had just fired upon. She realised she had to hide somewhere, but at the same time she knew that there had to be some kind of internal sensor system that would locate her instantly. It would be very easy for any sort of guard to grab her and stop her attempts to escape from this prison like hospital. The following seconds seemed like hours, but they came and they came by force. At least ten humanoid guards were standing behind the door when it opened. Instinctively Kama pointed her phaser and fired, fired again and again. Than she started running, looking over her shoulder to watch the remaining four guards in pursuit. She fired again, but missed. She kept running between the beds, changing direction. But she knew the rows of beds would end and she would be running against the wall. At her right she heard someone cough. She turned, fired again, missed and came closer to the coughing. She saw a man moving, a young Lieutenant, she didn't know. She was only three rows away, took the turn and passed by the bed of the Lieutenant, who was trying to free himself. When Kama passe dhis bed she had only a second to warn him.
"Lieutenant stay down. Here is a weapon. Kill them."
Kama dropped her phaser in the hand of the Lieutenant who still had no clue whatsoever what was going on. But he recognised the Starfleet uniform which he knew he could trust. He watched the four guards approach and when they were close enough he fired very quickly. He was well known on the USS Trophy as Lieutenant Gregory "best shot" Vandenbever. He didn't even had to concentrate. This was just like in the shooting galary. A moment later Ensign Kama Decker was back at his bed freeing him from the ropes and cables, which had tied him to the bed. On the floor were four guards, strangely enough only armed with some kind of sticks.
"Thank you Ensign. I am Lieutenant Gregory Vandenbever, USS Trophy."
"No problem. I am Ensign Kama Decker, USS Dragon. Sir, I suggest to try to wake up as many as we can. We have to defend ourselves. I presume they will send in more security guards."
"Agreed."
When the second team of enemy security guards came in, already more than a hundred Starfleet officers were waiting for them. The fight was over in less than a minute. While the officers stood their ground, more and more of the captured Federation officers were wakened and taken care of. Some of them were wounded and the doctors were already busy as on a battlefield. More and more phasers and even a few tricorders appeared. And finally it was Captain Jane Yola, in command of the USS Trophy and senior Captain present, who gave the order to move out. The army of the combined Starfleet crew stepped out of the prison, through the door and the first officers walked through a large corridor...