Germanische Zustande
04-05-2004, 00:48
The Bismarck rocked as another anti-matter charge hit the ship. The bridge was in ruins, wires hanging from the ceiling, blown consoles, officers sprawled upon the floor. Commander De Tua stood in front of the command chair staring at the hologram of the battle in the center of the bridge. Two cylinders representing the warp cores suddenly disappeared, and the deck beneath his feet lurched, briefly throwing the Commander off balance. Half the blips that represented the enemy fleet vanished with the cores.
“Helm, full impulse, turn us into the enemy fleet. Tactical, as we pass through the enemy fleet, fire all port and starboard torpedoes. And, what is the status of the RG and the PPC’s?” De Tua ordered.
A rating at Tactical yelled back “Sir, only Port PPC is operational, and the Rift Generator was destroyed after the first firing. Also… over half of the torpedo bays have been destroyed or are inoperable. We won’t have much to shoot with.”
“That’s perfectly alright crewman,” came the Commander’s reply. “Just give me something to shoot.”
De Tua stared at the hologram in front of him. A large blip began to fly toward the Bismarck, at an alarming speed. “Computer, magnify approaching vessel. Enhance”
The ship was heading for the Bismarck’s forward hangar bay at full power. “What the hell are they doing?” the Commander muttered. “Dear Jesus, save us,” He shouted as he realized the enemy captain's intent.
The Juumanistran vessel slammed into the Bismarck’s flat bow. The Bismarck shuddered as the vessel dug nine miles into the heart of the monstrous construct. The front of the Bismarck came to a stop; however, the momentum of the rest of the ship rotated the massive stern around, essentially flipping the enormous steel octagonal prism.
All around the ship, every single person was thrown to the deck. Many suffered from concussions; the inertial dampeners unable to compensate for the overwhelming force that the ship was subjected to. On the bridge, only one mile from the final resting place of the Juumanistran war vessel, only the buzz of severed conduits could be heard. Commander De Tua felt nothing. He could see, but there was no feeling anywhere in his body. He somehow managed to pull himself up into a sitting position on the command chair. “Ops… Engineering… status… report…” De Tua managed to spit out.
A faint reply came from behind him. “Enemy vessel… rammed into bow… nine miles in… one mile… ahead of… bridge. Weapons offline… engines failed… third warp core breaching… ejection systems… inoperative.”
The Bismarck shook again as the warp core exploded. The shielding around it failed, and what remained of the force of the explosion took out a sphere inside the ship with a 500 meter radius.
“Comm, open a channel to the Juumanistran fleet,” croaked the commander. “To the Interstellar Confederation of Juumanistra: The FSS Bismarck surrenders, and the Federation also. I’m sure the Prime Minister agrees."
“Helm, full impulse, turn us into the enemy fleet. Tactical, as we pass through the enemy fleet, fire all port and starboard torpedoes. And, what is the status of the RG and the PPC’s?” De Tua ordered.
A rating at Tactical yelled back “Sir, only Port PPC is operational, and the Rift Generator was destroyed after the first firing. Also… over half of the torpedo bays have been destroyed or are inoperable. We won’t have much to shoot with.”
“That’s perfectly alright crewman,” came the Commander’s reply. “Just give me something to shoot.”
De Tua stared at the hologram in front of him. A large blip began to fly toward the Bismarck, at an alarming speed. “Computer, magnify approaching vessel. Enhance”
The ship was heading for the Bismarck’s forward hangar bay at full power. “What the hell are they doing?” the Commander muttered. “Dear Jesus, save us,” He shouted as he realized the enemy captain's intent.
The Juumanistran vessel slammed into the Bismarck’s flat bow. The Bismarck shuddered as the vessel dug nine miles into the heart of the monstrous construct. The front of the Bismarck came to a stop; however, the momentum of the rest of the ship rotated the massive stern around, essentially flipping the enormous steel octagonal prism.
All around the ship, every single person was thrown to the deck. Many suffered from concussions; the inertial dampeners unable to compensate for the overwhelming force that the ship was subjected to. On the bridge, only one mile from the final resting place of the Juumanistran war vessel, only the buzz of severed conduits could be heard. Commander De Tua felt nothing. He could see, but there was no feeling anywhere in his body. He somehow managed to pull himself up into a sitting position on the command chair. “Ops… Engineering… status… report…” De Tua managed to spit out.
A faint reply came from behind him. “Enemy vessel… rammed into bow… nine miles in… one mile… ahead of… bridge. Weapons offline… engines failed… third warp core breaching… ejection systems… inoperative.”
The Bismarck shook again as the warp core exploded. The shielding around it failed, and what remained of the force of the explosion took out a sphere inside the ship with a 500 meter radius.
“Comm, open a channel to the Juumanistran fleet,” croaked the commander. “To the Interstellar Confederation of Juumanistra: The FSS Bismarck surrenders, and the Federation also. I’m sure the Prime Minister agrees."