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Mao
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Apolyton
Jun 1999
time: 00:13
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OOC: I'm not an expert on Star Trek...so tell me how this goes...and I'm sorry I couldn't write more
IC:
The Order
3 Nebula Class (Federation)
1 D'Deridex Class (Romulan)
6 D'Dredar Class (Romulan)
3 Galor Class (Cardassian)
7 K'vort Class (Klingon)
1 Vor'cha Class (Klingon)
Assorted other fighters
...It had been years since the last war...Peace apparently reigned in the Alpha Quadrant. But there were some in the quadrant who did not want peace. They were natural warriors of the Old Order...and order as old as the galaxy itself...shrouded in secrecy it is the Order of War. Many times have they revolted against the governments of the galaxy, but all have failed. Now they join together, to unite, for the first time in history, the Order of War has been united in the galaxy. They come from all species. The Old Order was a race long before form was united in the galaxy, before the definite could be established. They were all, they were none. They lived in many places in the Alpha Quadrant, but when order came to the galaxy, their homeworlds split and formed many different worlds. Life sprouted on these worlds, and some of the life was directly decended by those from the Old Order. These people formed their clans, their own clans, and was left alone for a time. But then soon other peoples became more powerful and the Old Order was scattered in their worlds. That was then...now the Order has found each other again...a special link between them all...not known to any...but there...
They have found each other. They all come from different walks of life, different species, but they all have a bond, a calling, and they have found each other and made their own clans.
From the Klingdon Empire, the G'nar Family, a long-line of honorable warriors, petitioned the Council for their own fleet and an autonomous mission...severing ties from the Empire indefinitely. The Council, long trusting of the G'nar, agreed, and has given them a fleet of warships and wished them well. High General Va'chak commands the fleet of 8 vessels as well as 7 cloaking devices.
From the Federation, the Thompson family...warriors of the European continent. Fighting for the British empire while others fought for American and Canada and other European nation-states. That was a long time ago. Now, they have an admiral in Starfleet. Admiral Jonathan Thompson, a distinguished man. He rounded up all his clan and asked Starfleet for command of a Nebula-class starship fleet. His family could crew two vessels. The third was from a Vulcan clan, the V'cha. Admiral Thompson commands the fleet.
From the Romulan Empire...two families from ages ago...They have now formed into their own lobby in the empire. The Y'chu and the Gh'nu clans have been granted access to a fleet of 7 vessels for their own autonomous patrols. The patriarch of the Y'chu, one Galius Romai, commands the fleet.
From the Cardassians, the Order of Boran, an old family in the empire. A family with little power, but great skill, manipulative skill. They manipulated the shipyards on Cardassia for 3 new vessels. The patriarch of the Boran, Gildron, leads this fleet.
The commanders were all driven to do this by some force, some unknown, and instinctively moved all their forces into one location, the same location, in the Neutral Zone. There, Va'chak gave his new allies, the Federation and Cardassian ships, cloaking devices...somehow he knew how many to get and why...but he had another one...not knowing why...they would keep it in storage.
That was 5 years ago...since then, the fleet has been moving around, their instincts weakening...working as a mercenary until the Old Order sends them new instructions. They go under cloak around the galaxy...never knowing...They are...The Order
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Mao
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Apolyton
Jun 1999
time: 00:13
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OOC: OK, so the Klingon thing is easy, Va'chak and his family leads their own ships. For the Federation it's a bit harder...how about Thompson lobbied the Federation Council and used his influence in Starfleet to get him command of a ship. And to make it more realistic, throw in a Galaxy Class for the Federation and make that Thompson's flagship. This means I don't have an extra cloaking device anymore. Is that OK?
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Scott F
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Indiana
Oct 2000
time: 00:13
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OOC:
Damnit Floyd! Where is the map? I cannot invade people and act, well, Romulan until I have a map.
IC:
The Senate has passed, and the Continuing Committee approved, a new measure ordering the expansion of shipyards throughout the Romulan Star Empire. Included in the measure was a provision ordering that all of the older D'Deridex class warbirds be upgraded to be newer D'Deridex Advanced class warbirds. The upgrades will include new warp coils and impulse drive systems, along with quantum torpedo launchers, improved disruptors, a Mark 4.2 cloaking device, and a more efficient singularity power source. These upgrades will be completed over the next year and a half.
*secret*
A destroyer and several frieghters and troop ships have been sent to the Galorndon Core to begin the construction of a secret base there.
*/secret*
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hacksaw
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To Arms! To Arms! The cry ran throughout the Klingon Empire. Long range scanners have detected a borg cube headed strait for Qo'Nos. On the vid screen in the capital the image of Haw'Tu appeared to address the populas.
" My fellow warriors, At this time the dishonerable Baq'tu Borg are on their way to attack the Klingon Empire. This is our ultimate test. I expect every true Klingon to fight to the bitter end against this menace. Prepare your children for honarable death for none of us will be taken alive! Today we must even embrace bitter enemys as friends as the Romulan Star Empire, as well as the Maquis have sent aid. I myself will lead the first conquest fleet into battle followed by the 3 top admirls of the empire Turaq, Manda and Dec'ku all of honorable houses. All spaceworthy ships are ordered to join in the attack and if needed cloacking, weapons, and shielding will be provided. I expect that we shall be victorious, but if not, we shall all die well"
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hacksaw
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***Message to maquis and romulan empire***
Fellow warriors. We thank you for you aid, you have behaved honorably in this instance. However that does not make up for you conduct in the past. Prehaps it is time for a change in our relationship, and if we work well together the past shall be forgiven. We have decided that to take full advantage of our cloacking ability that we shall fight the borg in a Yehal'qa class nebula in which all shields borg and our forces alike our useless. The Maquis shall have the honor of luring the borg into the Nebula. We have full confidence that once they have been attacked by that sizeable fleet they will engage them in a attempt to assimalate them. that is if they behave as they have in the past. Once with in the nebula the borgs senors will be obscured and the Maquis will fall back. We have set up sensor relays that will allow our fleets to function normally Then the combined Klingon Romulan warfleet shall decloak and deliver a devestating blow to the cube. Then the Maquis shall return and finish off the cube. Glory and honor to our allied forces!
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Mao
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Apolyton
Jun 1999
time: 00:13
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The Old Order enters Klingon space...
A priority one message is sent directly to Qo'nos an Haw'tu, the High Chancellor (I assume he is right?)
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Greetings from the House of Va'chak my old friend. We have long been friends and warriors in battle, and you have done me a great honor by allowing me to run with my family's fleet to guard the Empire. Now, I have returned, and I will once again stand with you in battle. We know of a Borg cube heading for Qo'nos. My friends are many now, and we have a great number of fighters which we can easily contribute to the cause of the empire. My friend, please accept this as repayment of allowing me to guard without eyes from Council.
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All was normal in the Bajor system. Deep Space Nine was sitting serenely by the lip of the wormhole when it happened. The wormhole opened and a Jem'Hadar attack ship appeared. The Federation/Bajoran crew scrambeled to try and communciate with the Dominion ship, however to no avail. The Jem'Hadar attack ship sensing shields opened fire on the station. Deep Sapce Nine returned fire and after a brief firefight the attack ship retreated into the wormhole. For now no more Dominion ships have been sighted but more are expected.
To Federation: Who are you?
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Scott F
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Indiana
Oct 2000
time: 00:13
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To: Klingon High Command
From: The Continuing Committee of the Romulan Star Empire
Regarding: Borg Incursion
Text: The Fourth Imperial Warbird Squadron and the Seventh and Eighth Imperial Destroyer Squadrons have been dispatched to the Yehal'qa Nebula to join your forces in the destruction of the Borg vessel.
*secret*
The destroyer and several frieghters and troop ships sent to the Galorndon Core to begin the construction of a secret base have begun work on buiding the base. Romulan forces are also proceeding to complete their secondary mission in the area.
*/secret*
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Mao
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Apolyton
Jun 1999
time: 00:13
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Several weeks ago...
"General Var'chak to Admiral Thompson, are you ready?" came from Var'chak's battlecruiser.
"This is Thompson, position Alpha 9 is ready. Are the Cardassians ready?"
One of Var'chak's men turned and nodded to his General. "Yes, the Galor-class vessels have taken up jaming positions"
Thompson's face was lit up with a smile, "Excellent General, now we wait."
The five vessels waited, 2 Nebula class and 3 birds-of-prey. The larger ships were in the background in lay for extra support. This, while 4 Galor class Cardassian ships lie in wait, forming a cloaked ring.
Then, what they had waited for had come. Half a dozen freighters had moved into the Nebula the fleet was lurking in, escorted by a Goront class war cruiser and 2 D'Kora class Marauders. The fleet lay in wait until just the right time. Admiral Thompson's eyes widened at the sight of the ships, easy pray for The Order.
Once the Ferengi convoy had fully entered the nebula, General Vor'chak got very anxious. Then came the signal, a silent signal sent to the Order's fleet. All vessels decloaked. Five ships decloaked next to the convoy while the other ships decloaked around the nebula, as lookouts. The 2 Nebula class vessels immediately pounced on the Goront-class vessel, hitting its weapons array before it could put its shields up. Phaser fire illuminated the nebula as the Marauder's were taken by surprise, but had their shields up in time before the birds of prey could fire their torpedoes. The Ferengi Marauders started firing at the Nebula-class vessels, but to little avail, their missiles were fired at mostly space, scoring only minimal damage. With the Goront-class weapons disabled, they were only sitting ducks, but the fleet did not fire on them. Rather, they concentrated on the Marauder-class vessels, destroying one and heavily damaging another. This left the convoy undefended. Then Vor'chak sent a message to all the ships of the convoy, including the escorts: "Greetings, I am General Vor'chak of the Order. Your ships are defenseless, do not attempt to contact other vessels for aid as nothing will get through this nebula. Now I offer an ultimatum: Turn over your freighters and vessels to us and you be set free. Refuse and we will destroy you."
The Ferengi, being the greedy things they are, eagerly accepted this deal which allowed them to live. Boarding parties then went into the freighters, revealing that they were holding a substanial amount of gold-pressed latinum and tritanium. This cargo was then beamed aboard the fleet. The Goront-class war cruiser was taken under tow, its crew sent to one of the freighters, and repair teams started working on it. The D'Kora class Marauder was beyond repair, and so was stripped of anything valuable, weapons systems, money, and other such things. The freighters were then sent out of the nebula.
After collecting their new money, the fleet went back into cloak, and then they heard of a Borg incursion. Vor'chak, always being a man of honor, had to go to the aid of the Empire. And the rest of the fleet would not abandon their blood-brother...
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Scott F
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Indiana
Oct 2000
time: 00:13
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Deep Space Nine:
"I've got to hand it to you, Quark! This is a nice place you've got here!" squeaked the shrill voice of Daemon Vreetar, "I bet it turns you a tidy profit too!"
The Ferengi barkeep was apparently unsettled by his guest, and replied only, "You might say that. What can I get you?"
"I'll take a Romulan ale, Quark," Vreetar squeaked.
While the Ferengi drank his ale, a pair of eyes watched him from the darkness.
Those eyes belonged to Major Navok, one of the best field agents in the Tal Shiar. Navok watched as the Ferengi drank down his Romulan ale while joking with the bartender, then paid and proceeded to leave the bar for his ship.
Navok smoothly left his table next to the door and intercepted the Ferengi Daemon. Navok spoke with the voice of a naive and hesitant Vulcan, "Are you Daemon Vreetar?"
The Ferengi, taken by surprise by the Vulcan, began, "Yes, I am. Now, if you will excuse me, I must be off to my ship..."
Navok followed the intoxicated Ferengi as he headed out onto the Promenade and towards the turbolift to the docking ring. "I am an terribly sorry to interrupt, but I am trying to hire a few ships, and the waitress referred me to you."
The Ferengi, smelling profit, stopped in his tracks, "Hire ships, you say? Then I'm your man!" Under his breath the Ferengi muttered, "I will have to thank Quark's waitress." Vreetar spoke up again, "Well, what can I do you for, err, do for you?"
Navok continued, "My employers need me to get a contract for several ships, perhaps a twenty in all."
Vreetar responded, being drawn in at the size of the profit involved in such a venture, "Twenty ships, you say? That'll cost a lot of latinum, but I think it can be done."
Navok, acting gleeful at having found a successful arrangement for his employers, replied, "My employers will pay handsomely, if the ships can be provided soon; of course, they will have to be the right kind of ship..."
"What type of ship, exactly?" Vreetar asked.
"My employers need fast ships that are powerfully armed to quickly transfer small amounts of vital cargo on a daily basis," said Navok.
Vreetar, however, was already hooked. He would not have cared if Navok asked for Borg cubes or Galaxy class starships. He nodded eagerly, "I think I can arrange for as many as thirty Ngort raiders, those should suit your needs just fine."
"Excellent. My employers will be most pleased," Navok said, looking almost delighted (for a Vulcan) at having secured the deal, and after briefly haggling over the cost of the deal, he had secured it.
Vreetar scurried off to his ship to arrange for the ships, while Navok went to the comm terminal to arrange for his employers to transfer half of the payment in Latinum to Vreetar's accounts with the Bank of Bolius. The other half would be provided upon delivery.
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OOC: People the Dominion entered the Alpha Quadrant and fired on DS9. Does that mean nothing?
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Scott F
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Indiana
Oct 2000
time: 00:13
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OOC:
Polaris took the Cardies but he never once posted IC for them. Unless Floyd objects, you can probably take them.
Just a note, a few of the good unclaimed races include:
Breen
Bajorans
Bajoran Prophets
Tholians
Ferengi
Sheliak
Pakleds
Tamarians
Talarians
Gorn
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I'll take the Breen... they seem good.
[This message has been edited by Antlericus III (edited July 31, 2000).]
[This message has been edited by Antlericus III (edited July 31, 2000).]
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Scott F
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Indiana
Oct 2000
time: 00:13
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Nadron System, 25 Light Years from Ferenginar
The armada of thirty Ferengi Ngort class raiders decelerated from warp and cruised into the Nadron system. The light of Nadron's sun shone over the thirty Ferengi ships as they moved towards the specified coordinates in orbit of the fourth planet in the uninhabited system. As the ships assumed orbit, a single Vulcan freighter moved into view around the curve of Nadron IV.
Vreetar had been true to his deal. He had delivered thirty raiders, ten more than needed, for his contract with the Vulcans. Daemon Vreetar smiled as he thought of the profit of this venture and ordered hailing frequencies to be opened. As the Vulcan appeared on the screen, Vreetar spoke, "Here are the ships you needed for your contract, on time and on schedule."
Navok, known to the others as a Vulcan by the name of Sonak, replied, "It is a pleasure doing business with you, Daemon Vreetar. My employers have sent the second payment for you and the preliminary payment for your men. We stand ready to beam your gold-pressed latinum over at your leisure."
Vreetar smiled with greed at the mention of his payment. "Order the fleet to lower shields so that they can receive their payment," Vreetar squeaked.
As the shields on the Ferengi ships were lowered, Navok could barely contain his satisfaction, "Your payment, Daemon Vreetar, is now on its way."
The glow of greed on Vreetar's face was replaced with one of sheer terror as six Romulan warbirds decloaked around his ships. Each warbird launched five altron particle pulses in quick succession, striking all but two of the Ferengi ships, overloading their systems, leaving them powerless and frozen in space.
The two remaining Ferengi ships began to raise their shields and turned to flee. The Romulan warbirds opened fire with burst of torpedoes. Within moments, the two fleeing Ferengi ships were nothing more than debris scattered in the system.
Aboard his ship, Daemon Vreetar was soon in the hands of Tal Shiar shock troops that had boarded his ships after they were disabled. As Sonak had requested, Vreetar had manned his ships only with skeleton crews. At the time, it had seemed like a good idea. Sonak had offered to pay extra for it and Vreetar's greed had gotten the better of him.
Aboard the Romulan flagship, Colonel Lovok of the Tal Shiar looked at the reports from Navok and the commander of the boarding shock troops. Twenty-eight warships had been captured intact, with some internal systems damage. Two warships had been destroyed. With all outbound communications successfully jammed, it had been a flawless operation.
Lovok turned to his subordinates and gave quick orders, "Major, see to it that the debris field from the two destroyed Ferengi ship is eliminated. No trace of our action must be left."
"Yes, Colonel. And the Ferengi crewmen?"
Lovok did not hesitate, "Vaporize them."
"Yes, Colonel."
The major turned and left the bridge to carry out his orders and Lovok turned to the task force commander.
"Commander, see to it that the entire region is flooded with verteron particles to eliminate all impulse engine traces and residual energy from the weapons fire."
The commander nodded, and quickly dispatched the orders to his crew.
Lovok turned and spoke to his final subordinate, "Lieutenant, see to it that the new Mark 4 cloaking devices are successfully installed on all of our new ships and see to it that we have no remaining survivors or stowaways,"
With a crisp, "Yes, Colonel," the lieutenant turned and left the bridge of the warbird.
Three hours later, thirty-five cloaked vessels, one Vulcan freighter, six Romulan warbirds, and twenty-eight Ferengi raiders left the Nadron system on their way back to Romulan space. Several days later, they arrived. No one could even prove that they had left Romulan space, and no one knew what became of Daemon Vreetar and his ships. No proof was left in the Nadron system.
Romulus
Senator Vreenak, the Vice-Chairman of the Tal Shiar and the Secretary of the War Plans Council, sat in his office on Romulus and read Colonel Lovok's report with satisfaction. Yet another flawless operation for the Tal Shiar. Praetor Neral and the Continuing Committee would be pleased.
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Mao
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Apolyton
Jun 1999
time: 00:13
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A message appeared subspace to the Romulan fleet:
Greetings Tal Shiar commander, I am of the Order. I have come into information that you are in the market for Ferengi vessels. I have two which may be purchased with ease. One is a Goront-class war cruiser and the other is a slightly damaged Marauder which can be repaired in a matter of days. Would you like them?
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Mao
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Apolyton
Jun 1999
time: 00:13
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A message appeared subspace to the Romulan fleet:
Greetings Tal Shiar commander, I am of the Order. I have come into information that you are in the market for Ferengi vessels. I have two which may be purchased with ease. One is a Goront-class war cruiser and the other is a slightly damaged Marauder which can be repaired in a matter of days. Would you like them?
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Mao
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Apolyton
Jun 1999
time: 00:13
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A subspace communication reached one of the warbirds...
Greetings Tal Shiar commander, I am Y'chu. I have noticed that you are in the market for several Ferengi vessels. We have one Goront-class war cruiser and one Marauder which may be sold to you, the Marauder is slightly damaged, but nothing that cannot be fixed. Contact us if you wish to purchase our vessels and delivery can be arranged.
[This message has been edited by Mao (edited July 31, 2000).]
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Scott F
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Indiana
Oct 2000
time: 00:13
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**Secret Transmission**
To: Mercenary Vessels
From: Romulan Star Empire
Regarding: Merchandise
Text: We would, of course, be very interested in purchasing such merchandise from you. We are willing to be very generous in payment.
**End Secret Transmission**
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Mao
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Apolyton
Jun 1999
time: 00:13
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OOC: I can be referred to as the "Old Guard" too
IC:
The Old Guard welcomes this new business partner. In exchange for the two Ferengi vessels, we desire one cloaking device and one freighter filled to capacity with gold-pressed latinum.
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Scott F
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Indiana
Oct 2000
time: 00:13
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**Secret Transmission**
To: "The Order"
From: Romulan Star Empire
Regarding: Merchandise
Text: Payment is on its way. A pleasure doing business with you.
**End Secret Transmission**
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Command Center, Space Station Deep Space Nine
0930 Hours
The turbolift to the Command Center of Deep Space halted and Commander Benjamin Sisko stepped onto his "bridge". Operations Chief Miles O'Brien was looking at a diagram ofthe station, while going over his maitanence schedule. Major Kira Nerys of the Bajoran Militia was manning the communications array, while Science Officer Jadzia Dax was lounging by her station. Sisko stopped next to Kira and peered over her shoulder.
"Anything new this morning Major?" he asked. She spoke without taking her eyes off the console.
"Nothing major sir. The Rilex, the Dopterian freighter is requesting permission to depart and a Starfleet sceience vessel the USS Edison is requesting permission to dock" said Kira. Sisko nodded. He walked into his office and over to the replicator.
"Coffee, black" he ordered. He took his materialized beverage and sat down behind his desk with a status update from Constable Odo. He set it down and picked up baseball. He tossed it a couple of times and than set it back down.
"Commander, there is something you need to see quick" said Kira in a very apprehensive voice. Sisko strode out onto the command center, took one look at the viewscreen, and froze. An armada of Jem'Hadar vessels were puring out of the wormhole and making a beeline for the station.
"Kira, get Bajoran Fleet Command, tell them we need reinforcement and fast. Dax, get Doctor Bashir, tell him to prepare for casualties" said Sisko. About 5 Jem'Hadar attack ships were speeding in like sharks. The Rilex was taking evasive maneuvers and trying to stay close to the station's shields. The Edison wasn't so lucky. The Jem'Hadar attack ships fired a vollryof torpedos which struck the Edison, which in turn rolledon it's "side" and exploded. The Rilex was now attempting to get away from the fight and leave the system. However two attack ships broke off, hunted it down, and destroyed it at close range.
The armada of Jem'Hadar warships and attack ships was now converging on the station. The smaller attack ships buzzed like bees around the station firing at all points against DS9's shields. At the same time the watships fired from a distance.
"Get me more shields, more power to phasers, damnit Major where are the Bajorans" yelled Sisko over the red alert klaxons. Smoke was filling the command center and occasionally a computer console exploded. Meanwhile the Jem'Hadar continued to pund at DS9.
"Commander we can't take more than 5 minutes more of this before we lose shields" yelled O'Brien. The Dominion armada was now ready to deal a fatal blow to DS9. However Sisko wasn't ready to give up yet.
"Chief give me one last spread of phaser fire" said Sisko. O'Brien turned to him.
"But Captain that'll be the last of our phaser banks" said O'Brien.
"I know Chief. We'll hold them off with torpedos" said Sisko. O'Brien ablidged and gave one last burst of phaser fire. Thus left with only a small supply of torpedos and about 15% shields, things looked grim for DS9. That was when the cavalry arrived. The Bajoran fleet sped into battle firing at will. The Dominion attack ships caught off guard fell back somewhat.
"This is Federation Commander, Benjamin Sisko to Bajoran ships, target only the warships" said Sisko. The Bajoran ships sped for the Jem'Hadar warships converging on them. With their shields weakened, DS9 firing well placed torpedos was able to destroy and severly damage a few of the warships.
Thus the Dominion armada fired their parting shots and departed the Bajor system. But not back into the wormhole.
OOC: There I fixed the typo, you happy 
[This message has been edited by Barbarossa (edited August 02, 2000).]
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Scott F
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Indiana
Oct 2000
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OOC:
*Laughs hysterically at the idea of Bajoran capital warships driving off the Dominion attack*
Bearcat, the Bajorans have no capital ships.
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OOC: Well you wouldn't have wanted me to destroy DS9 would you of?
IC
The Dominion battle fleet has come across a Cardassian colony near the DMZ. Instead of attacking the Dominion ships put into the outpost for repairs. Maquis Intelligence noted that several high ranking Cardassian officials were on hand to meet with a mysterious being resembling a humanoid female. It is unknown what this could mean.
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OOC: I changed them to simple Bajoran ships.
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OOC; And anyway I could of destroyed DS9 and conquered Bajor if I had wanted too. I simply chose not too. So stop your *****ing.
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