After repairs had been done at Empok Nor, the USS Mariner was called away.
Promising to return and work again as part of Battle Group Three, she bade farewell to the IKV Bloodlust and Dreadnought and disappeared off to do her work. The Commanding Officer of the USS Mariner decided that the crew needed a drill. After all they were fresh out into space, no one had used the ship before. They could all do with a bit of practice, especially with the war going on. She rubbed her arm. It was still sore. All these blood screenings to check for impostors was starting to pay their toll.
"Rear Admiral Kbee, to the crew. At 1400 hours tomorrow we will begin battle drills."
Captain Sati, CMO, had the bridge, when the tactical officer called out,
"Sir, we have two birds of prey decloaking to our left and 3 Jem'hadar
ships coming into sensor range. "Lt. jg Sanderson was in the bar talking
intently with Noname and fussing Garlic the ships mascot, when the red
alert sounded. Commander Gibney was in his office, finishing his security
reports, while Ensign Verlin was busy running a engine diagnostic.
The sound of the alert took them to work. Lt. jg Page and Lt. Cmdr Lewis
were in their quarters asleep but not for long! Now where was the R Adm?
Captain Sati called the senior crew to the bridge.
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RAdm Kbee sat in her quarters, mulling over the past few weeks. Constant fighting and war and death. So what if they had just saved DS9 and won a major part of the war against the Dominion. It wasn't fair. She turned back to the view screen and watched Captain Sati and Commander Gibney run the
battle drill. She then turned to their orders. To star chart the
other side of cardassian space.
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As the drill finished Kbee entered the bridge.
"Set course for the other side of Cardassian space. Warp 1 on my command.
Get me the Falcon and the Bata"
"Aye"
"USS Falcon, USS Bata, rendezvous with me at Bajoran border. Our orders are to chart some stars the other side of Cardassia."
"USS Bata acknowledges", said Cmdr Gibney
"No response from the Falcon"
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Lieutenant J.G. V'thnela had command of the bridge when Adm A* came back aboard after her break on Deep Space Nine. She snapped to attention, "Admiral on deck!". The rest of the crew snapped to attention as well, and V'thnela gave the Admiral a smart salute and then stepped down from the command chair platform.
"Repairs are nearly complete, sir. There are a few finishing touches, which can be made when we are underway, if needed. If we are to stay docked, I estimate completion in two hours, otherwise, three hours at most."
The Lieutenant gave a salute to the XO, then asked permission to report to Engineering to oversee the 'finishing touches'. Permission granted, she exited onto a turbolift and was gone with a 'whoosh' of doors closing.
Adm A* was going over the reports on the status of the Fleet from her command chair on the bridge of the USS Nazgul. Her crew had returned from leave on DS9 and seemed refreshed from the break.
"Lt. Mead, contact the USS Mariner, I need to speak with RAdm Kbee." she commanded her communications officer.
"RAdm Kbee on screen, sir."
"Hello Kbee," Adm A* liked this officer who advanced throughout the ranks so quickly. "I see you have been quite busy lately and now are off on a survey mission. My cadet could use some first hand experience at stellar survey, could you use an added escort?"
"By all means Admiral!", smiling back at her friend. "We are ready when you are".
RAdm Kbee paused a moment and then added, "Have you heard from the Falcon?"
"No, why?", Adm A* replied.
"I can't make contact with them and I sure don't want to lose any more crew and ships in this damn war"
Kbee sat back in her chair, rubbing her ridges. She looked up at the screen and apologised for her short temper.
"Quite understandable RAdmiral, I find your input valuable in that you often express what other are afraid to say. See you soon. End Communications."
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After a while of travelling together, the small fleet of ships became aware of something floating, dead in space, in the path they were following.Fearing a Dominion trick, so close to the cardassian border, the USS Mariner ordered the other ships back and went into cloak, deliberately breaking the rules of its borrowment. Edging forwarded towards the lump. Kbee was on her feet, pacing the small bridge space between herself and the officers at Helm and Ops. Lt. Cmdr. Lewis was busy scanning the sensor readings.
"I have a distress call coming in, sir. Its from the USS Falcon".
Kbee spun round in horror to face her officer.
"Audio only"
"Play it, make sure the other ships can hear, get me USS Nazgul, and try
and make contact with the Falcon now", Kbee barked out in a single breath.
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