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Debriefing: Pirate Tactics

Posted on 12 Jun 2018 @ 6:53pm by Commodore Gregory Farragut & Commander Alidar tr'Seroht & Lieutenant JG Ema Ourielle

Mission: Crisis on the Frontier 4X01
Location: USS Vancouver Observation Lounge
Timeline: MD 8 1630 Hours


The fires had been doused but there was still massive damage to the bridge of the U.S.S. Vancouver. Sparks occasionally jumped out from damaged consoles and there was a handful of technicians busying themselves with repairs to the most important systems and stations in the ship's nerve center. Captain Pah Nodal stood near the center of the damaged bridge and surveyed the carnage yet again. At his side was a young yeoman, PADD in hand, waiting on the commanding officer to sign off another repair requisition.

"What is it this time, Hastings?" the Deltan captain asked as he turned to face the young auburn haired human.

"Chief needs you to sign off on taking the last of the gravitation regulators out of storage," Hastings replied as Pah was already pressing his thumb to the surface of the tablet. Satisfied that the captain's biometric authorization had been given, the PADD beeped cheerily and Hastings turned to go with a dutiful, "Thank you sir."

Pah rubbed a hand over his bald head and turned toward his ready room. Then he remembered that it was in worse shape than the bridge. There was a working replicator in the observation lounge, he reminded himself silent and turned to head the opposite direction. As he made for the doors at the rear of the bridge he noted the turbolift opening to his right and stopped in his tracks as the command team from the U.S.S. Endeavour stepped onto the bridge.

"Captain Nodal? How are you holding up?" Farragut called out. He stepped out of the turbolift and over a bundle of frayed optical data cabling. The bridge of the Vancouver was laid out like an Intrepid-class vessel with an open plan and few barriers between the bridge stations. The cool, metallic textures and neutral palate stood in stark contrast to the Endeavour's warm, carpeted bridge Greg had learned to call home. "This is my first officer, Commander tr'Seroht."

"A pleasure, gentlemen," the Deltan captain said. "We're in one piece, and that's what matters. A few casualties, unfortunately."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Captain," Greg said with frown. "Your ready room or the observation lounge?"

Pah gestured toward the observation lounge doors. "There's a working replicator and a place to sit," he offered.

"We'll take it," Greg said. He followed Pah into the observation lounge and made a beeline for the replicator. "What'll y'all have," He said, looking to Alidar and the Vancouver's Captain.

"Kelpian fur-tea, hot and sweet," Pah said as he slipped into chair at the side of the conference table. "Thank you, sir." He deferred to the commodore's rank, even allowing him to sit at the head of the table.

The Endeavour's Romulan First officer took one of the open chairs next to Greg. He then took a look at the PADD that he had been carrying to ensure that his talking points were factual.

Greg repeated the ordered and added a cup of coffee. In a swirl of light, the replicator conjured the two beverages on a tray. He brought them over to the table and sat down next to Alidar.

"We certainly appreciate the assistance, sir," Pah said graciously then took a sip of the syrupy liquid Greg had delivered to him. "I'm sure you'll want to know about the attack that left us in this shape?"

"Yes," Alidar responded simply. "For such an organization of pirates," the words came from the Romulan's mouth with something more akin to disgust, "they delivered an extreme amount of damage."

"How'd they hit you?" Greg asked.

"We received a distress signal," Pah started, "and changed course to investigate. When we arrived on the scene there was a ship, heavily damaged sending out the beacon. We hadn't detected any life signs and..." he paused, the incident weighing heavily on his mind. "I ordered a full scan of the vessel."

Pah let a heavy sigh escape his lungs and sturdied himself to continue with another pull from his mug. "They warped in and were on us like larvat-flies on dung. We barely had time to get shields up before the first volleys hit us."

"What was the decoy ship? Old freighter? Holographic trap?" Greg asked.

The Deltan captain shook his head, "Outdated Vulcan science ship. "That should have been suspicious, but seemed more like a curiosity at the time," he added.

"Did the raiders give any warning or demand anything before they attacked?" Greg took a sip of his coffee and cast a concerned look to Alidar.

The Romulan gave his Captain a short nod of acknowledgement. He then turned his full attention to the other Captain as he relayed the events. A group that wanted something was far easier to deal with than a group that was in it for chaos.

Pah shook his head almost imperceptibly. "Nothing quite so eloquent, I'm afraid. The shooting started before they hailed us. And that... well, that was just a command to surrender and prepare to be boarded."

"Did you manage to track where they came from or fled to?" Greg asked.

"I can't say for sure," the Deltan captain confessed. "Probably, but the attack damaged our computer core and the backup relays are fried. Once we can access our data, we'll likely be able to point you in the right direction."

"You mind if the Commander and my Chief of Intelligence take a look?" Greg asked out of courtesy to the Captain and the privilege his rank conferred.

Pah grinned at the commodore. "By all means, sir. Unfortunately, with the degree of repairs, we haven't had a chance to try and dig in ourselves."

"Thank you, Captain," Farragut said, standing from his chair. He extended a hand to the Deltan. "We'll hunt them down. Get your ship put back together, we may need you out there."

The Deltan rose to his feet a moment later and clasped hands with the commodore. "We'll get ourselves put back together together, sir. Call us if you need us."



Commodore Greg Farragut
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Endeavour

Commander Alidar tr'Seroht
Executive Officer
U.S.S. Endeavour

Captain Pah Nodal
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Vancouver


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