Story:Star Trek: Four Years War/Battle of Sector 223/Act Two

ACT TWO

FADE IN

EXT-SPACE

The Fleet is battered and bruised, as they're recovering from whatever rocked them.

INT-PROCYON MAIN BRIDGE (RED ALERT)

CAPT. TAYLOR: T'Lar what the hell hit the fleet?

T'Lar examines her sensor reading.

LTCMDR. T'LAR: Something with a enough force to cause the damage the fleet just sustained.

Commander Branson chimes in.

CMDR. BRANSON: A nuke?

T'Lar nods as Taylor chimes in.

CAPT. TAYLOR: But the Klingons don't have any nukes, so how the hell did they get a hold of one anyway?

Lieutenant Mason chimes in.

LT. MASON: The Enterprise reported a possible alliance between the Romulan and Klingon Empires, so that's a possibility how they got it.

Taylor turns to T'Lar.

CAPT. TAYLOR: T'Lar?

LTCMDR. T'LAR: Its possible.

Then Lieutenant Smith chimes in.

LTJG. SMITH: Captain incoming hail from Fleet Captain Maria Branson.

CAPT. TAYLOR: On screen Lieutenant.

Transparent screen shows the bridge of the Century, with the crewmen is running to and from consoles as Captain Branson chimes in.

FLEET CAPT. BRANSON (On viewer): Procyon report!

CAPT. TAYLOR: We took some moderate damage, light causalities but nothing to serious ma'am what's your status?

FLEET CAPT. BRANSON (On viewer): We sustained heavy damage, engines are down shields are down to twenty percent causalities are heavy as well!

Both Taylor and Branson are shocked.

CAPT. TAYLOR: We're sending over engineers and medical teams over to you now.

FLEET CAPT. BRANSON (On viewer): Thanks Captain we'll keep you posted Century out.

Transparent viewer changes back to deep space.

CAPT. TAYLOR: T'Lar anything on sensors?

T'Lar shakes her head as Captain Taylor tenses up.

CMDR. BRANSON (Sighs): If a Klingon ship decloaks we wouldn't know before its too late.

Sensors beep rapidly as T'Lar looks at the sensors.

LTCMDR. T'LAR: PICKING UP A MASSIVE TACHYON SURGE DIRECTLY AHEAD!

CAPT. TAYLOR: On screen.

Transparent screen shows a large Klingon battlegroup decloaking, as the crew is tensed up at the sight of the enemy battlegroup appearing before them.

CMDR. BRANSON: Whoa.

LTCMDR. T'LAR: I'm reading one hundred and twenty-eight enemy vessels.

Taylor leans back in her chair.

CAPT. TAYLOR: Big fleet.

Smith chimes in.

LTJG. SMITH: Captain the enemy fleet is demanding our surrender or we die with honor.

Taylor sits in her chair.

CAPT. TAYLOR: Tell them we're not withdrawing.

Sensors beeping.

LT. MASON: Their arming their forward disruptors!

Taylor activates the com.

CAPT. TAYLOR: This is Captain Taylor I'm taking command of the fleet, three columns of Starfleet vessels defend the Century. The rest BATTLESTATIONS!

Klaxons blare.

(End of Act Two, fade out)