Circle William
Posted on Thu Nov 9th, 2023 @ 3:45am by Lieutenant Colonel Katom Sooranya
512 words; about a 3 minute read
Mission:
Sim Logs
Timeline: January, 23rd, 2400 at 1100 hours
Teaser
"Circle William"
January, 23rd, 2400 at 1015 hours
There were three red lozenges showing on the tactical display, each of them with diagonal hash marks, indicating an unknown enemy vessel.
“Status report?”, came the voice of the ships commander, a seasoned Tserran General. Normally someone of his status would not find themselves on a mission of this type, but she who has the final say requested him specifically, for what is essentially the last action in a brutal war.
“Three enemy contacts…err..make that two.”, one of the lozenges can be seen exiting the system plot, and heading back across the border, “SIGINT, estimates a ninety percent chance that the two remaining enemy vessels are Frigates. Ten percent margin of error, could be destroyers. TAC OPS shows a eighty-five percent chance of victory, should they choose to fight.”
“Widen the radius, and exit system view, anything else I should be aware of?”
The screen zooms out upon a few button pushes from the XO, the system labeled P7Z-1723 still dominates the screen, but two additional contacts show up, one of which is the vessel which left the system moments earlier. The other is a green lozenge with diagonal hash marks, about to enter the system. An unknown friendly contact, with green being reserved for Starfleet vessels.
The general tapped on the green lozenge, “Identify.”
“Unknown Starfleet vessel, eighty-three percent chance of Akira class. Not a lot of those around this area. Could be Chidori, though, it was last seen at the Citadel twelve hours ago. Also could be Potemkin, its last known heading was in this general direction.”
“That is an unwanted complication”, the General said, “Surely they know they are entering an active warzone. Any intel on possible motivations? Fleet Liaison send anything over?”
“Negative on the Liaison. There are rumblings about an assisted evacuation of P7Z-1723, but it was assumed to be baseless, Starfleet has no love for the Aiyon after all, but that is the only explanation.”
The chronometer above the display ticks down to 1 hour remaining on the timer, and switches from yellow to red.
“We will give them all due warning of course, but shift the Starfleet vessel from green to orange.”, the General says solemnly before motioning to the clock, “One hour til showtime. Get me on 1MC.”
The XO presses a few buttons, and the shipwide comms spring to life, “Now hear this, a word from the Commander.”
The General clears his throat, “All hands, Action Stations. Set Condition 2 throughout the ship, modify Circle William.”, he motions to the XO, and comms cut out. The lighting dims and turns a reddish amber. Several lockers lining the CIC begin opening automatically filled with Space Suits.
The crew in the CIC begin slipping into them, with the action being repeated across the ships sections, as the life support systems begin to turn off, and the oxygen throughout the ship begins to get sucked into armored bladders deep in the bowels of the ship.
“They will regret ever picking a fight with the Empire of Tserra.”
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