Stardate:2406.10.06
(USS Nimitz - Bridge - TAC/SC Ensign Kateb - 1103)

Onyx returned to the bridge, thinking and planing how she would get this operative off the Alamo.  It came to her mind that a program of scan link to transporter would be the ideal way of saving this individual she had to save.  She lift her head enough to see a relieved Ensign Harrison.

“Ensign Harrison... anything new?”

(Reply from Harrison)

“I don't know if I like this quiet... I know that are engineers are working to repair the damages of the attacks but the Alamo is also doing that.”

(Reply from Harrison, anyone)
(Posted by Laurence)

Stardate:2406.10.06
(USS Nimitz - Bridge - COUNS Ensign John Harrison -
1104)

Harrison felt a wave of relief as Ensign Kateb
returned to the bridge. The Alamo was still
maintaining his course, but at least Kateb would be
able to monitor its status.

"Ensign Harrison... anything new?"

"No," he replied, suspicion in his voice, "Their
mirroring our course and waiting."

"I don't know if I like this quiet... I know that are
engineers are 
working to repair the
damages of the attacks but the Alamo is also doing
that."

"Is there anyway you can scan how well their repairs
are going?" he asked, "I think we can assume that
from, say, 75% efficiency, Le Bleu will start taking a
few risks. He's coming after us."

(reply Kateb)
(Posted by James Batchelor)


Stardate:2406.10.06
(USS Nimitz- Bridge- CO- Captain Devan Sash - 1106)
 

Sash looked at the Archimedes moving at sublight once again.  He just could
not believe it.  Now it was his turn to be frustrated with the other ship.
Even more frustration witht he knowledge that if he were LABeau, this would
be his big chance.  Why didn't they just send him an invitation.

So the news of the Alamo changing their flight plan did not catch him by
surprise.  Watching the tactical display, Sash kept waiting for the ship to
go to cloak.  Surely they've repaired it by now.  If he understood LaBeau,
he had a general idea of what he was about to do.  If that was the case he
had a surprise up his sleave too.

What Sash had also come to the conclusion on was that LaBeau was completely
insane.  He must know by now that there would be no way that he could beat
the Nimitz, unless he went on a suicide run.  To put so many lives in
danger.  It was clear that LaBeau was not looking to come out of this alive.
The question for Sash was, how bad was he going to let it get.  There was
little option left.  

Now the big question was, what was LaBeaus next move.  If he were working
under the obvious assumption that the man knew he couldn't go toe to toe
with the Nimitz then there would only be one logical way to stop him from
getting the shipment.  Something popped into his head.  It was something he
had read about LaBeau from his file.  

Quickly he turned to his command console.  "Computer, displayfile of Captain
Henre LaBeau, authorization Sash Alpha Epsilon Pi.  It took him a moment to
find what he was looking for. Of course.  He should have realized what he
was going to do.  ~I hope Zzt's improvements still work.~

"Mr. Asoru, plot an intercept course for the Alamo.  Put us between the
Alamo and the Archimedes.  Onyx, bring all weapons on line.  Looks like
we're going to have to do a little hunting."

(reply Asoru, Kateb, any)
(posted by Al Muir)

Stardate:2406.10.06
(USS Nimitz- Bridge- CO- Captain Devan Sash - 1109)
 

Sash looked at the Archimedes moving at sublight once again.  He just
could not believe it.  Now it was his turn to be frustrated with the other
ship. Even more frustration witht he knowledge that if he were LABeau, this
would be his big chance.  Why didn't they just send him an invitation.

So the news of the Alamo changing their flight plan did not catch him by
surprise.  Watching the tactical display, Sash kept waiting for the ship
to go to cloak.  Surely they've repaired it by now.  If he understood
LaBeau, he had a general idea of what he was about to do.  If that was the
case he had a surprise up his sleave too.

What Sash had also come to the conclusion on was that LaBeau was
completely insane.  He must know by now that there would be no way that he
could beat the Nimitz, unless he went on a suicide run.  To put so many
lives in danger.  It was clear that LaBeau was not looking to come out of
this alive.  The question for Sash was, how bad was he going to let it get.
There was little option left.  

Now the big question was, what was LaBeaus next move.  If he were
working under the obvious assumption that the man knew he couldn't go toe to
toe with the Nimitz then there would only be one logical way to stop him
from getting the shipment.  Something popped into his head.  It was
something he had read about LaBeau from his file.  

Quickly he turned to his command console.  "Computer, displayfile of
Captain Henre LaBeau, authorization Sash Alpha Epsilon Pi.  It took him a
moment to find what he was looking for. Of course.  He should have realized
what he was going to do.  ~I hope Zzt's improvements still work.~

"Mr. Captain, the Alamo has gone to cloak."

~This is it then.~  

"Shields up," Sash ordered.  "I want the shielding on the under side shored
up.  Prepare full phasers and fire at my mark."

(reply any)
(posted by Al Muir)

Stardate:2406.10.06
(USS Nimitz- Bridge- CO- Captain Devan Sash - 1111)
 
Knowing where your enemy is going to strike is important.  But knowing when
he is going to strike is just as important.  Sash was pretty sure that
LaBeau was going to come from underneath.  Usually it's where a ship is
weakest, and where there's the least visibility.  

But now they were prepared.  Shields were stronger and sensors were
realigned.  But since the Alamo went to cloak the tension on the bridge was
palpable.  He could almost smell it.  He had almost forgotten that most of
this crew had never seen battle before.

"They're heading straight for us," Harrison said.  His voice carried the
tension.  

"Take it easy Ensign," Sash replied.  He cgot up from his seat and made his
way behind the counselor.  Harrison moved, as if he were getting up from the
post.  Sash gently held him in place with a hand on the shoulder.  He leaned
over him and pointed to a read out.

"I want you to watch this number,"  Sash told him.  He tapped a command into
the console.  "It will be searching for the shield modulation of the Alamo.
When it flashes red, let me know.  It means we have their shield frequency
for just a moment.  LaBeau will know almost immediately, so you must tell us
the instant you have it."

(reply Harrison)

"Ensign Kateb, be ready for the counselors report."

(reply Kateb)

"Ship decloaking directly under us," came a report.

"Brace for impact!"  Sash called out.

Suddenly, nothing happened.  "Onyx?"  Sash asked.

(reply Kateb)

"Thank you Lt. Dumas," Sash said under his breath.  "Fire phasers."

He watched as the Alamo shook from the phaser blasts.  It listed slightly
then realigned.  

"Quantum torpedoes, now!" he ordered.

The Alamo moved and managed to dodge the torpedoes.  it turned and renewed
it's attack.  Full phasers and flurry of torpedoes exploded on the shields.
The shields held.  Thankfully.

"Return fire," Sash yelled.  "Launch torpedoes four at a time. "

~Come on you bastard.  You can dodge all you want, but I'm going to get you.
I know what you're going to do.  Just do it damn you.~

The phasers hit the Alamos shields as two torpedoes hit their shielding.  
"Captain, the Alamo's cloak is disabled."

"Excellent," Sash replied.  Now the line had been drawn.  LaBeau had lost
his one advantage.  He had two options.  The wquestion was, which one would
he take.

(reply Kateb, Harrison, any)
(posted by Al Muir)

Stardate:2406.10.06
(USS Nimitz- Bridge- COUNS- Ensign John Harrison -
1112)
 
Someone - Harrison was too busy finding his way around
the OPS station to see who - called out to the
captain.

"Mr. Captain, the Alamo has gone to cloak."

Harrison scanned the OPS console and found that he
could still track their movements.

"Shields up," Sash ordered.  "I want the shielding on
the under side 
shored
up.  Prepare full phasers and fire at my mark."

"They're heading straight for us," Harrison said
unnecessarily. The Captain obviously knew what was
going on.

(reply any)
(posted by James Batchelor)

Stardate:2406.10.06
(USS Nimitz - Bridge - COUNS - Ensign John Harrison -
1112)
 
"They're heading straight for us," Harrison said.  His
voice carried the tension.  

"Take it easy Ensign," Sash replied, getting up and
moving towards him.

"I want you to watch this number,"  Sash told him.  He
tapped a command into the console.  "It will be
searching for the shield modulation of the Alamo. When
it flashes red, let me know.  It means we have their
shield frequency for just a moment.  LaBeau will know
almost immediately, so you must tell us the instant
you have it."

"Yes, sir," he said, feeling a little better. Truth
was, since the Alamo had turned towards them, he had
been gripped by confusion and worry again. He was a
counsellor, untrained for the rules of battle.
Essentially, he was there to pick up the pieces and
assess the situation. But this situation didn't need
assessing, and if he wasn't careful, it would be his
pieces that would need picking up.

He tried not to look around the bridge, with all his
crewmates going about the duties, calmly, expertly. He
focused on the panel. The number was still flashing,
changing randomly. He wondered how long this would
take, but at least he had something to focus on.

(reply any)
(posted by James Batchelor)


Stardate:2406.10.06
(USS Nimitz - Sickbay - ACMO Dr. Michaella Kirien - 1113)

Michaella collapsed to her knees when she finished the emergency 
surgery and had saved the young Engineer.  One of her nurses came up 
behind her, helping her up, and she took her hand. "You take a break, 
Miss Michaella."  She spoke, very kindly.

Michaella laid her head down on her arms and began to weep.  Finally, 
letting it all out.  John, oh god, John, and the loss of her baby. And 
her daughters didn't know..Beth...

Beth would be devastated.  Michaella didn't want to think of the 
reactions of her daughters. Beth probably already knew, but wouldn't 
take it well.    Michaella got up and went over to the glass again, 
feeling calm again, feeling as if the calm had come from outside of 
her.  She logically surveyed her sickbay, seeing her staff moving 
efficiently and  effectively treating the injured.  She turned away 
from the window, sitting back down at her desk, feeling the grief of 
John hitting her again. This time the calm could not dispel it and she 
sank into a greater depression than she had on Geneva.

She pulled  her knees up so that she could wrap her arms around them 
and place her chiin on top of them, as the tears slowly leaked out of 
her eyes, rolling down her cheeks in large teardrops, falling from her 
cheek onto the table with a splash.  She sniffled, thinking of the 
things that she had wanted to do with him, all the things they wouldn't 
be able to do. How he wouldn't be there the day that the girls got into 
the Academy, or when they graduated....

She sniffled again, thinking of the life she wanted to have on betazed 
with him, raising their son, of the house that she had there but had 
never used.

She felt so alone, and that loneliness and despair began to leak past 
her shields and out into the rest of the ship, infecting even the 
non-empathic.   She snuffled again, feeling the loss of her Imzadi so 
very raw inside of her. He'd just been snuffed out, the bond torn away, 
and that part of her heart ached so badly with the need for him.

~How am I going to live without him?~  She wondered, probing the aching 
spot every few seconds to make sure it still hurt. If it still hurt she 
was still alive.  She gave into the darkness that had been overwhelming 
her senses and passed out from the raw emotional pain of the loss of 
her Imzadi. Starfleet be damned, and duty too. At that moment she 
didn't care if the Nimitz was destroyed.

All she wanted was John back.

(reply any)
(posted by melinda)

Stardate:2406.10.06
(USS Nimitz - Bridge - Nurse Janet Sanders- 11:14)

Janet needed to be safe and secure. The only place she could think of that 
fit the perimeters would be on the bridge.  There was no immediate crisis 
for Janet to respond anywhere else on the ship due to all sections reported 
no new injuries and sickbay was in no need of her presence for the moment. 
Janet stood by on the bridge when she heard one the bridge crewman call out.

"Captain, something's happening with the Alamo.  They are beginning to 
change
their flight path."

The blood was flowiing through Janet's heart beating at an unbelieveable 
rate beyond control. Janet look around the bridge to see the excitement and 
then heard Captain Sash shout his orders throughout the ship via his comm 
panel on his chair.

"All hands to battle stations!"  Sash ordered.

Janet rushed to the medical console station to monitor the injury reports 
and be able to dispatch medical teams, if needed.

(Reply anyone)

(Posted by Nathan M. Williams)

Stardate:2406.10.06
(USS Nimitz - Bridge - TAC/SC Ensign Kateb - 1115)

Onyx knew that some action was coming there way when she saw the Alamo move and immidiatly the captain said.

"All hands to battle stations," Sash ordered.  "Shields to maximum.  Enseign Kateb, get ready.  Our window of opportunity will be short lived."

“I know... I'm ready Sir!”

Now, Onyx just had to wait for the order to fire and hope it would knock out the Alamo shield for the scan and transport the Andorian spy.

(Reply from anyone)
(Posted by Laurence)

Stardate:2406.10.06
(USS Nimitz - Bridge - CO- Captain Devan Sash- 11:55)

There was nothing they could but travel at the best speed the trawler could
put out outside of warp speed.  It had been a long and agonizing hour, but
there was no way of altering the parameters of the diagnosstic while it was
running.  They came designed that way.  

He sat drumming his fingers into his seat arm, watching as the Alamo
shadowed their every move.  he knew that each second was time that they were
putting their ship back together.  Frotunately, Zzt had done many miraculous
things of his own over the past hour, and the Nimitz was almost back to full
power.  LaBeau must know this, and know also that his ship was no match for
the Nimtz, fully prepared for battle.  He had been lucky last time.  Of
course, then again, so had Sash.

Then again, it wasn't the first time that Devan Sash owed his life to Lady
Luck.

(Angosian Lunar Penal Colony- Division Commander Devan Sash- Stardate:
2386.04.17- 1627)

It had been a long and drawn out battle, as these battles had tended to be.
The Angosia Primes had given them little other choice than to dig in and
create a series of trenches.  They had been held to a stand still once
before.  But that had only lasted two days.  This had been 6 days.  

The Penal Colonists (PC's they had called themselves) were still strong and
knew the stratagy they were using well.  however, the Primes were starting
to wear thin, and Sash wondered how long before they stopped the charade and
dropped something big an ugly on them, like a nuclear device or even some
biological agent.  

Of course, he wasn't sure that they had developed a biological agent that
would affect the PC's enhanced immune system.  The Primes had done a great
job in creating their perfect soldiers.  They were just ill-prepared with
what to do with them after they had served their purpose.  All they really
wanted was to be left to live in peace.

Peac!  Sash spat, what peace could he have now.  His wife and babies dead.
One son that was never found.  It was too much.  No, better that he die now,
in battle, than live the tormented, lonely life that lay ahead of him.  he
had waited enough.

"I'm through waiting for the other bomb to drop," Sash said.  "It's time for
a frontal assualt."

"Are you mad?" came a reply from Dyson.  "That's suicide."

"So's waiting here,"Sash insisted.  "I know they're planning something
horrible.  They can't let us be here forever.  No, if I'm going to die, I'm
going out in battle, not hiding in a hole like a freightened rabbit.  Who's
with me?"

There was a roar of agreement from the troops.  Dyson walked off saying to
himself, "I like the rabbit."  But in the end he joined his friend for one
last run at the enemy. 

They lined themselves along the trenches, waiting for their opportunty.
Sash had arranged for a barrage of photonic grenades to be launched, moments
before their attack would begin.  

"Eye covers on!" Sash yelled over the sound of the explossions.  He put
onhis own polarized lenses, shading his eyes from the burst of light from
the grenades.  "Get ready!"

He could still make out the flashes, but at least he could still see
afterwards.  unfortunately he could still hear aswell.  He could hear the
screaming of those less prepared, screaming in pain, and at the sudden loss
of their sight.  Hopefully they won't be alive to regain their sight.  Which
they probably wouldn't anyway.

There was a momentary pause in the explosions when Sash called for the
charge.  They all scrambled out of the trench and began to advance quickly
over the war torn battle ground. The Angossian to Sash's right tripped over
something.  There was an explossion as Sash realized it was a land mine.
Simple yet effective.  Sash only took a moment to notw who it was that just
died.  He put back the horror into a little box in his mind and kept going.

Suddenly there was disrupter fire all around him.  They must have known they
were coming.  But they also appeared to be firing blind.  Items around him
began to exploded or disintegrate as they were hit by weapons fire.  There
was a lone tree that somehow had managed to survive the battle thus far.
Sash had used it as an example to the others of the power of survival under
even the most adverse conditions.

As he looked he saw the tree get engulfed by flame. Apparently the Primes
had brought some old fashioned flamers with them.   He dove to the ground
and began to crawl forward, nearly at their goal.

He took a quick scan to see that they had only lost two others.  That was
lucky.  He snorted thinking how cynical that sounded.  It was lucky that
only three people, three of his friends died.  He shook it off and went on.

Momnents later they crossed the Prime's defense primeter.  There was little
thought here.  It wa all instinct.  Fire and evade.  Fire and evade.

When the smoke cleared there was little else to tell other than genetic
enhancement and instinct outweighed all else, except for, maybe, a lot of
luck.  Sash checked his scanner to find his entire team had made the
crossing and survived the melee, with the exception of the 
of Jase, who he lost on the mine, and Dyson.  Yeah, he had been lucky enough
to only lose his wife, his children and now his best friend.  He was real
lucky.

(USS Nimitz - Bridge - CO- Captain Devan Sash- 12:02)

Sash rubbed his forehead and brought himself back to the real world.  He had
gotten tired of watching the Alamo shadow them.  He knew the stratagy.
LaBeau wanted to rattle Sash's cage, and see what mistakes would crop up.
Sash just let it go and kept a mindful watch on the progress of the defiant
class ship.  At least he was certain that the cloak was still not
functioning.  Otherwise, he was sure that LaBeau would have used that
advantage already.

The trick to this game was to get as much done as possible to the ship, in
repairs, before LaBeau decides to have another go at them.  Sash felt pretty
confident that Zzt had them ready.  Suddenly a voice called over to him.

"Capain, something's happening with the Alamo.  They are beginning to change
their flight path."

This was it.  Sash had given LaBeau the opportunity to back off, but he knew
already the man wouldn't.  He was planning to go down with his ship, and
most likely take as many with him as possible.  ~All for the cause.~ Sash
thought sarcastically.  

"All hands to battle stations," Sash ordered.  "Shields to maximum.  Enseign
Kateb, get ready.  Our window of opportunity will be short lived."

(reply Kateb, anyone)
(posted by Al Muir)