Moving Day "
By: Bart "Burner" Reed, Fighter Pilot, [RNPC]
M'Ressha Mikaht, Fighter Pilot, [RNPC]
RAHW , AI , [NPC]

Stardate: 58208.15 0800

Blitzer stood leaning against the Pegasus as he watched crews loading supplies and materials onto the Pegasus. Once that was done, the Pegasus would then be loaded onto the Zion. It was the first vessel of its kind.

It was not that he needed to supervise, but they had not told him anything about the mission, other than there was going to be one. He watched, trying to anticipate what they might be doing. It certainly involved inflicting massive damage. On the exterior of the Pegasus were mounted four very large torpedoes. Blitzer, who was very familiar with various weaponry was sure the ordinance didn't even have a designation, he'd never seen anything like them before. They were probably proto- types too. All they had told him that the Pegasus would be ferried by the USS Zion. He liked that notion.

Despite the pleasure he'd had flying this ship, the Pegasus was larger than his fighter being just smaller than a runabout. It was a brand-new design. It's horse-shoe shaped warp engines designed by Randi Dorton were even radically different.

His sensitive ears quirked as he heard the foot falls of his crewmate, Bart Reed.

He turned to greet him, "Burner! You are early, we don't leave for another 2 and a half hours."

Burner stopped and stood next to his friend. The truth was that he had not even gone to sleep. He had spend the night "fund raising" and was now eager to get off the station before a certain Ferengi realized he had donated to Burners charitable cause. He handed him a isolinear chip and said, "Here are the credits that I owe you and Max for bailing me out of trouble."

Blitzer looked at the chip in his paw, "Well, thanks. Max will really appreciate it."

"Don't mention it," said Burner. "I am ready to get off this station. Have we got any idea when we can load the Peg onto the Zion?"

"About 1300 hours," replied Blitzer, "they still have to finish loading supplies."

"Have you met the new guy in Engineering yet?"

Blitzer scrunched his lips together, "Hmm, I don't think I have. I guess he'll be along shortly too."

"He's probably already on board. I think he has been living there already; he never leaves."

"Is that so?"

Burner looked around a bit nervously, "Let's go join him and start our pre-flight." It suddenly occurred to him that he did not want to be standing out in the open. He would feel much better once he was hidden on the Peg.

"Yeah, alright," said Blitzer lifting his bag, "let's go."

Blitzer and Burner walked up the ramp and entered the ship, "funny RAHW never mentioned him either."

Burner shrugged. "She is a hologram. It probably never occurred to her to talk about him. Once we get situated should have a staff meting and introduce ourselves." Burner followed Blitzer.

As they walked up the ramp a shuttle technician stepped out, "You guys are here early, excellent! The Zion just notified flight control that they are ready to stow the Pegasus.

Blitzer looked at Burner and said his usual battle line, "Show time."

"After you big cat," said Burner gesturing toward the door.

Blitzer and Burner took their bags up to the flight deck and dropped them on the floor.

"Hey Rahw baby. It's show time," shouted Burner.

The familiar sight of Rahw coalesced into the shapely hologram. She stood behind the two pilots with her hands clasped behind her back. She was dressed in a regulation Maquis uniform. "Good morning, Boys," she grinned at them. "I'm glad you're here."

"It's good see see you again Rahw," said Burner. "We are moving to the Zion today. Can you run a systems check?"

"Affirmative, Burner," she nodded and began the systems check. After a few moments she announced, "All systems are operating within normal parameters."

"USS Pegasus to QulTuq Station. Requesting clearance for departure," said Burner.

"Pegasus, this is QulTuq Station. You are cleared for departure. Safe flying."

Blitzer laid his paws on the screen and input his commands. The Pegasus levitated off the deck and quickly left the confines of the hanger bay. The darkness of space enveloped them. Blitzer turned the shuttle toward the Zion which came into view several kilometers away.

"USS Zion," called Burner, "this is USS Pegasus. Requesting docking instructions."

"You are clear to docking in shuttle bay one Pegasus."

"Thanks Zion," said Burner.

The New War "
By: Ian Hunter, Commanding Officer, [PC]
Jonathan Wright, Executive Officer, [PC]
Silas Stone , Admiral , [NPC]

Stardate: 58208.15 1830

Captain Ian Hunter and Commander Jonathan Wright followed Admrial Stone into the situation room of the Maquis Alliance. The room was dimly lit but for the tactical monitors which cast a reddish hue through out the room.

Hunter wasn't sure why the Admiral had requested their presence.

"Is your ship ready to go?" asked the Admiral.

"At a moment’s notice." Replied Hunter.

"Good", said Stone turning to lead the way. Hunter glanced at Wright with a raised eyebrow and then followed after the Admiral.

"We're over here," said Stone pointing to a cluster of tactical stations all manned and staffed by various personnel.

As Stone drew near, one of the tacticians looked up at him. "Sir, Tango fleet will arrive at the tachyon matrix in 3 minutes."

Stone nodded. "Do we have confirmation on the position of the Cardassian Fleet?"

Another ops person spoke up, "Yes Sir, there are only 8 ships in the sector, 5 are running training missions 20 lightyears from Cardassia Prime."

"Signal the fleet to decloak and begin attack formation."

"Aye-Aye."

Stone turned to Hunter. "As you may have already suspected, we’re going to stir the hornet’s nest."

He drew a deep breath. "Depending on what happens, your mission parameters might change."

"The fleet has signaled they are in attack formation and have crossed the through the matrix."

A holographic display appeared with the positions of Tango fleet.

After a few minutes later one of the ops turned to face Stone. "The Cardassians know we’re coming Sir." Stone, Hunter and Wright stepped to a nearby console where the Ops person sat. She pointed out several key areas where. The Cardassian fleet deployment in Federation space had not yet diverted toward Cardassian space.

"Arrogant," said Stone with a smile.

"Tango Fleet has engaged the enemy," noted an ops person. Three Cardassian ships moved toward the fleet which numbered almost 30 ships and disappeared in their wake.

On the display, five more cardassian ships operating in the system diverted from their military excercises and also headed toward the Maquis fleet. Thousands of small surface launched craft also emerged from Cardassia Prime.

Soon the fighting was hot and heavy. Small Cardassian fighters disappeared quickly and steadily.

The three men sat down at a table and monitored the transmissions from the ships as they were relayed through secure channels.

Several ships of the Maquis fleet had already sustained some serious damage. One of the ships began evacuating crew to other ships.

The four heavy cardassian cruisers were destroyed, the fleet had only the ground defenses to contend with.

An Ops controller approached the table and handed Stone a PADD. "Only one of the Cardassian deployments have been able to break away from their engagements in Federation space. The Klingons have been signaled to engage."

Stone nodded his approval.

A tactical officer sitting off to Stone's right looked up from his console. "Admiral, The ground assault has begun. The Marines report that they have engaged the enemy at the Cardassian military headquarters."

Stone clasped his hands behind his back and nodded, "Excellent progress."

A ops officer handed Stone a PADD. "The main communications array for Cardassia Prime has been destroyed Sir."

"Let me know when the secondary systems are destroyed as well."

He turned toward Hunter and Wright, "This scenario is playing out better than anticipated. The Cardassians are spread out too thin and they did not believe that the Maquis would launch a direct attack against their system." Stone smirked, "What I wouldn't do for a big Cuban cigar right now."

Hunter smiled and nodded, "Yes Sir."

"It is now pivotal that you take the Zion and get to Earth to complete your phase of the mission," continued the Admiral with a more serious air.

"Right away Sir," Hunter said as he stood up and turned toward Wright who also stood up. "Number One, make the Zion ready for departure in everyway."

"Aye Sir," said Wright. He turned quickly and left the command center.

Stone was about to wish Hunter good luck when he was interrupted by a comchirp. "Sir, the Romulan Ambassador has requested a meeting with you and Councilor Ro Laren." Stone arched his eyebrows and tapped his combadge.

"It will have to wait."

"He sounded pretty agitated Sir."

"Stone out," he said as he tapped his combadge.

With a faux smile he said, "I didn’t expect that," he said extending his hand, "Good luck Captain. Godspeed."

"Yes Sir," replied Hunter with a nod.

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