Brett:
 Summary: The Delphyne is locked in mortal combat with a fleet of Alien vessels which they assume to be Synod.  Their three fellow vessels have been destroyed, and even the escape pods are being systematically destroyed by the alien attackers.  The situation is grave.

Brett:
 <<<<Resume Mission "Sanctum: Line of Control - Part 3">>>>

Brett:
 INFO: The Delphyne speeds through the battle area, attempting to rescue the endangered pods, and at the same time capture an alien fighter.  Behind her, a damaged Heavy cruiser continues to fire into the Excelsior's rapidly draining shields.  Nearly 40 fighters remain, a dozen mopping up the few remaining pods, the rest turning on the Delphyne.

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 FCO/CTO: Come around, protect our aft shields while the CEO gets them back up and give the CTO a clear shot at the ship behind us.

XO_Cmdr_Bauer:
 ::Attempts to contact SFC to apprise them of our current situation::

CEO_LtJG_Heller:
 ::in main engineering trying to reroute power to the shields::

OPS_LtCmdr_Sanford:
 ::Runs some scans on the communication frequencies that the enemy ships are using.  Despite feeling somewhat anxious with the current situation, he had his orders to try and disrupt their communications.::

AFCO_Lt_Ariel_Rochelle:
 ::brings the Delphyne around 45 degrees to port to line up the ventral shields and afford the CTO the perfect shot on the ship behind while protecting the aft shielding::

Brett:
 <CTO> :: Locks phasers on their pursuer and fires ::

AFCO_Lt_Ariel_Rochelle:
 CTO: Let her rip

CMO_Ens_Lincaad:
 ::in sickbay, working on patients, though there are not too many as of yet::

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::scans for any remaining survivors::

CNS_Ens_Silelik:
 ::curious if there's something he can do in sickbay::

CTO_LtJG_Llynisika:
 ::at her station on the bridge::

Brett:
 Action: The Delphyne responds to her helm and turns inside the larger vessel behind them.  The CTO's phasers carve huge furrows in the belly of the following ship, starting internal fires.

CTO_LtJG_Llynisika:
 CO: Sir, our phasers hit the target

AFCO_Lt_Ariel_Rochelle:
 ::smiles::

OPS_LtCmdr_Sanford:
 ::Reads something on his scanners and thinks for a few moments as he reads over the data.  He turns a bit at his forward seat to look back at the Captain.::  CO:  Captain, it appears that the enemy ships are receiving orders from a central source and that they are acting on that source.  They are transmitting orders across various frequencies.

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::looks up:: CO: Sir! There are 4 pods left, but they are under attack and will likely be destroyed before we can rescue them unless extreme measures are taken.

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 CTO: We've got to save those PODs! Shoot to disable their attackers if at all possible.

XO_Cmdr_Bauer:
 ::Still working on contacting SFC and finally reaches someone::  COM: SFC: Duty_Officer: This is the USS Delphyne we are under attack. We have lost the Mainyu, Sherman and Beckman, please advise.

XO_Cmdr_Bauer:
 CO: I've reached someone at Starfleet would you like to address them?

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 OPS: Try to block their communications and see if the universal translator can interpret what they're saying?

Brett:
 <SFC> COM:DEL: XO: (A dazed Lieutenant blinks at the XO as he watches sparks fly across the Delphyne's bridge::  XO: Um, What?

Brett:
 INFO: The Engineers shore up the damaged aft shields and raise their strength to 45%

CEO_LtJG_Heller:
 ::checks over his latest readings::  *CO*  Aft shields to 45% no other major damage so far.

OPS_LtCmdr_Sanford:
 ::Turns back in his seat and attempts to disrupt the communications going on between the enemy ships.  As he does so, he also opens up the communications channels to allow the messages to flow into the database where the universal translator can begin deciphering the information.::

AFCO_Lt_Ariel_Rochelle:
 ::brings around the Delphyne 90 degrees starboard side rolls to dorsal side and slides between the pods and their attackers and affords the CTO the best shots for her::

CTO_LtJG_Llynisika:
 ::Waits for the FCO to put the Del in position and fires phasers::

Brett:
 INFO: While the Delphyne's bulk protects two pods from the fighter swarm, there are too many surrounding the survivors to shield them all.

Brett:
 Action: The CTO rapid fires the phasers and five more fighters vanish in balls of flaming atmosphere before winking out in the vacuum of space.

Brett:
 Action: Multiple torpedo warnings flash across her threat board as the pursuing vessel, now falling behind, launches a volley after the Excelsior.

CMO_Ens_Lincaad:
 ::starting to get slightly irritated at this battle...but continues to work::

CNS_Ens_Silelik:
 ::pulls out his records for quick reference to what the doctor looks like, then drifts into sickbay::

Brett:
 Action: OPS succeeds in blocking the alien comm channels.  The traffic on the net drops off to a few questioning calls.

XO_Cmdr_Bauer:
 COM: SFC: Lt DAZED: Wake up, lieutenant, we have a situation here. Requesting advisement. Are there any ships in the area that could provide assistance? CO: By the time they wake up it will be all over.

CTO_LtJG_Llynisika:
 ::taps her board, tracking the targets::

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::continues to scan the area for survivors::

Brett:
 <SFC> COM:DEL:XO: Shakes his head and bends to his task, typing furiously on his screen as the transmission fizzes in and out with static discharge from the weapons fire.::

CTO_LtJG_Llynisika:
 Outloud: Incoming

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 CTO/FCO: Try to keep those torpedoes from getting close to us or the survivors.

AFCO_Lt_Ariel_Rochelle:
 ::barrel rolls the Delphyne to avoid the incoming torpedoes up 15 degrees and over and brings her around 20 degrees port and comes up as the torpedoes advance and amazingly puts the Delphyne between the torpedoes and the pods and prays she gets near misses with the torpedoes::

Brett:
 Action: The Delphyne's hull creaks in protest at the sharp maneuvers a ship her size was never designed for.  Four torpedoes lose tracking and miss, sailing away into space...

Brett:
 Action: The remaining six impact the strong dorsal shields of the Excelsior.  The explosions seem to "drag out", lasting longer than usual, but still only milliseconds.  The Delphyne rocks and the inertial dampers struggle. The engineering hull is penetrated in three places, the impulse engines take a direct hit.  The shield generators explode, and the last wisps of the dorsal screens vanish.

Brett:
 INFO: Hull breach klaxons sound and the bridge lights go out then emergency battle lamps light the smoky scene in red.

AFCO_Lt_Ariel_Rochelle:
 Self:: Ut oh this is not good.

XO_Cmdr_Bauer:
 ::Does his best and succeeds at staying in his seat what with the rocking and knocking of the ship:: 

OPS_LtCmdr_Sanford:
 ::Holds onto his console as the ship shakes and he looks around as the lights go red.::

CTO_LtJG_Llynisika:
 ::Grabs her console, riding out the rocking as best she can::

AFCO_Lt_Ariel_Rochelle:
 Out loud: Heu'teugh! <Klingon explicitive>

CEO_LtJG_Heller:
 ::grabs his console and the ships rocks from multiple explosion and checks over damage control readings::  *CO*:Dorsal shields are gone and impulse engines have taken a direct hit.  Damage control teams already working

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 CO: There are two survivors remaining... within transporter range. Fighters are closing in on them. Sir... I suggest we beam them directly to sickbay... or lose them.

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 :: Grimaces as hull breach klaxons sound. ::

CMO_Ens_Lincaad:
 ::patches up a crewman, then notices someone walk into sickbay of their own accord...narrows her eyes at the figure and walks toward him:: CNS: Can I help you with something...? ::tone is irritated and a bit sarcastic...then hears the requests for medical teams and curses as she shoves a med kit in the CNS' hand, remembering who he was:::

CMO_Ens_Lincaad:
 CNS: Doesn't matter. If you can handle this, then help with triage.

XO_Cmdr_Bauer:
 ::Still waiting for the brain dead Lieutenant at SFC to respond before we loose the COM::

OPS_LtCmdr_Sanford:
 ::Begins analyzing the data that is coming in from the enemy transmissions.::  CO:  I've managed to block most of the traffic going on from the various ships.  The Universal Translator is working through it now.  ::Keeps his eyes on the power readings to make certain no critical systems suddenly go down.::

CNS_Ens_Silelik:
 CMO: Handle... ? ::follows the CMO::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 CSO: Lock onto the survivors and beam them to sickbay, alerting the good doctor of course. You should be able to beam through the dorsal section of the ship as the shields are down there. :: emphasizing the last bit so the FCO and CTO can read his meaning. ::

AFCO_Lt_Ariel_Rochelle:
 CO: Helm is very sluggish and hard to maneuver with.  Going to need the RCS thrusters to push her around when I need to turn port or starboard sir.

Brett:
 <SFC>COM:DEL:XO: The USS Broadsword is the closest vessel, i am sending a distress call for you.  But... ::Looks pained::  They are at least 8 hours away.

XO_Cmdr_Bauer:
 COM: SFC: Lt. DAZED: That won't do us much good but, thanks. Alert Starfleet Intelligence of our situation. Delphyne out.

AFCO_Lt_Ariel_Rochelle:
 ::understands what the captain is saying and begins to maneuver the sluggish Delphyne around to get a shot at the fighters again::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 XO: Not very helpful?

AFCO_Lt_Ariel_Rochelle:
 Self: Come on big D move your backside around for me hurry......

Brett:
 INFO: Suddenly, the comm channels come alive with new transmissions.  On different bands, and apparently using some sort of encryption, the comm signals are more powerful than before and again tie the Alien vessels together with a web of information.

XO_Cmdr_Bauer:
 CO: The Broadsword is on route, ETA 8 hours. I guess they can help with the clean up.

AFCO_Lt_Ariel_Rochelle:
 Self: Yeah clean us up that is.

OPS_LtCmdr_Sanford:
 ::Raises his eyebrow at the traffic that is seemingly reappearing on his scanners.::  Self:  What the?

Brett:
 Action: The Delphyne responds, though more slowly than before and the unshielded dorsal section comes into line with the last remaining escape pod.

Brett:
 Action: From out of the stellar cloud comes a large vessel.  1/2 again the saize of the Delphyne and surrounded by 4 smaller ships, it sails slowly, ominously toward the battle.  Fighters begin pouring from its hold.

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 *CMO*: I am beaming survivors from the Sherman to you now. ::attempts to lock onto the remaining lifesigns and then attempts to beam them to sickbay::

CTO_LtJG_Llynisika:
 ::Fires to keep the dorsal section protected::  CO: Those torpedoes, they acted out of sorts.   Sir, I'd like to analyze them

OPS_LtCmdr_Sanford:
 CO:  The enemy ships have cancelled out the jamming frequencies and are now encoding their transmissions.  ::Checks over the data on his panel.::

OPS_LtCmdr_Sanford:
 CO:  It appears that the source of the transmissions is emanating from a ship that is just entering our sensor range.

CEO_LtJG_Heller:
 EO Teams:  Our main priorities at the moment are dorsal shields and impulse engines we'll need both if we expect to come out of this, lets get to it.

Brett:
 Action: Four more fighters are destroyed, but the remainder, now deprived of pods, reform and begin heading back toward the Delphyne en masse.

Brett:
 Action: The two occupants of the escape pod materialize in the rapidly filling sickbay.

OPS_LtCmdr_Sanford:
 ::Reads the communications traffic going on from that ship.::  CO:  I wouldn't be at all surprised if that ship was the mother ship for all the smaller vessels.  From my readings here, ::Turns in his chair.::  That ship has the same communications capabilities as a starbase.

CMO_Ens_Lincaad:
 *CSO*: Acknowledged.

CSO_Lt_Rhykmal:
 ::raises an eyebrow at the Operations officer's statement::

XO_Cmdr_Bauer:
 ::Tries to COM the Amenti just to see what kind of allies they are::

CNS_Ens_Silelik:
 ::having a natural instinct to eavesdrop, he swoops next to the CMO:: CMO: I am capable with a dermal regenerator.

Brett:
 Action: The Doctor and Counselor soon have the opportunity to show their skill, as the first of a long line of badly burned crewmen meet them in the smoke filled corridor.

CMO_Ens_Lincaad:
 ::gives the CNS a sarcastic look:: CNS: Splendid.

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 FCO: Get us out of here, best speed.

AFCO_Lt_Ariel_Rochelle:
 CO: You got it sir. ::hands move rapidly::

CO_Capt_Mash`ev:
 FCO: And even a bit faster than possible, lieutenant, would be nice.

AFCO_Lt_Ariel_Rochelle:
 CO: Happy to oblige if I get the power needed.

Brett:
 Action: The Delphyne turns in space and engages warp engines as the two dozen remaining fighters swoop down on her position.  The big ship rockets away, leaving behind a scene of carnage.

Brett:
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