“Sir! We’ve lost aft shields! We have hull breaches in section 10 thru 12 on decks 4, 5 and 6. Emergency structural force fields are up but I don’t know how long they’ll hold!”
Lt. Adam Kunzel didn’t even have time to acknowledge the report as an explosion made the ship lurch violently to the side. He barely managed to hang on to the captain’s chair, but both his navigator and comms officer were thrown off their seats.
“Fire aft torpedoes full spread!” He barked to his tactical officer, who was thankfully clinging to his console, then turned to his helmsman. “Then make a hard bank to port, see if we can shake them loose.”
“Aye sir.” Ensign Collins called back. Ensign Shyant only nodded a silent acknowledgement without taking her eyes off her console — Adam privately hoped that the young Andorian helmsman’s fancy flying could take them out of the mess.
And indeed, what a mess it was.