The damage to the USS Florida Keys was extensive. Commodore Tan watched as the Federation ship limped towards the colony. One can only wonder why these Federaiton ships believe they can be any different than any of the others who have attacked a war bird. The Romulans are a powerful enemy.
These young captains want to make a name for themselves but instead they end up as casualties. Things were progressing nicely until Shianna shouted, "They are not firing retros."
"What?", Summer exclaimed.
"They are not slowing down.", Shianna shouted.
Summer began to feverishly try to gain control of the Keys' control systems. Vanessa walked onto the bridge carrying a coffee, "Sanders, get your butt over here. Help us. The Keys is gonna crash into the station."
"F**k!", Vanessa was now trying to work the controls.
Shianna looked at Summer, "I think I got an in to the Keys. We may be able to fire the retros from here."
Summer looked at Shianna, "That controls our own docking clamps. There is no way we can reach both controls. Sh**!"
"Maybe I can help?", the beautiful young lady came into the room.
"Who the hell are you?", Summer shouted.
"Lt. Commander Brooklyn Paneera.", Brooklyn spoke with an East Indian Accent despite her white skin.
"The newbie. How can you help?", Summer snapped.
"You need to control the docking clamps from this console and the USS Florida Keys console from over here in tune with one another.", Brooklyn explained.
She opened her second set of arm which she had cupped behind her back and started to manipulate both console.
"Holy Sh**, you have four arms.", Shianna blurted out.
Brooklyn looked embarrassed. Summer could read it in her feelings as a Betazoid and in her red cheeks. Summer needed to diffuse the situation, "I don't care if you have a 100 arms if you can protect the station."
Brooklyn smiled at the support. There was a large bump as the station Keys hit the clamps.
Vanessa turned to Summer, "Clamps engaged."
Summer turned to Brooklyn, "Welcome aboard."
Summer patted both of Brooklyn's shoulders, "Well done, Brooklyn was it."
"Yes, Ma'am.", Brooklyn smiled.
"Come on, Rookie. We gotta get this crew into medical.", Summer ordered.
"Right behind you, Chief.", Brooklyn felt part of the crew already.
Posted by:
Nicole Branson
Writing for Brooklyn Paneera
Operations Officer - Governor's Station
Phoenix Colony
Phoenix Federation
