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Starbase 39-Sierra
Stardate 51127.34

The Olympia’s transporter room dissolved around Maehra and Shrel, to be replaced moments later by 39-Sierra’s, and Captain Tatsu Saotome waiting for them. “Captain Maehra, welcome aboard.”

“Thank you, Captain,” Maehra replied stepping down from the pad. “My first officer, Lieutenant Commander Shrel.”

“Commander.”

“Captain.”

“Alright, Tatsu, let’s stop beating around the bush. Why us?”

“Because you were available. You and your crew are neither tied up on the front nor understaffed. You are, to use the parlance of Starfleet Command and the Enterprise ‘The only ship available in the “quadrant”’.” Tatsu replied, as she led them out of the transporter room. “Admiral Skohn has authorized you to, in his words, ‘hoist your broad pennant’. I need to get him to stop reading the collected works of Forester and O’Brian.

“I don’t have another officer available to assign to you, so you’ll be in command of your ship as well as the assigned task group. For your staff, at best I can give you a couple of yeomen under a chief. Sorry Maehra.”

“Of course. When does Admiral Skohn expect us to get underway? And what’s the status of my group and the ships we’re escorting?”

“No later than zero six tomorrow morning. The ships are prepped. There are also much-needed supplies, including some critical parts, loaded as well. Those dreadnaught shuttlebays make for fantastic cargo holds.”

They entered one of the many conference rooms on the station. Through the viewport, the Olympia and one of the Excelsiors could be seen, along small craft moving to and fro. “Captain Maehra, I’d like you to meet the commanders of your escort group. Lieutenant Comamnder Jameson Darlington-Whit of the Breslau, Lieutenant Pellaa of the Toba, and Lieutenants J.G. Ali Khannar and Iseret of the Feynman and Krakatoa, respectively. Ladies and gentlemen, the task group commander, Captain Maehra of the Olympia.”

Maehra, flanked by her first officer and Captain Saotome stood at the head of the table. “Good mor…afternoon,” she said, correcting her greeting after looking at the chrono. “I don’t have much of a pep talk to give you. I expect you to do your jobs and watch out for the bad guys while we escort our charges to Starbase 211, and the front lines.

“Mr. Khammar, the Feynman is a dedicated science vessel, and has the best sensor suite in the group. That suite will give us the warning we need if the Cardassians or Dominion are on approach. It also means that your sensor teams are going to be worked to death.”

She turned her attention to the most senior of her junior officers. “Mr. Darlington-Whit, I want you to work with the two Excelsiors we’re ferrying to Starbase 211 to support our three least-capable warships – the three Federation-class dreadnoughts. As far as I can determine, they were launched, shaken down and commissioned, brought here, then placed on the reserve list and stored.”

The elder lieutenant commander interrupted. “You mean to tell me that we’re actually bringing those museum pieces to an active war zone and modern weapons? They’ll not last ten minutes into their first engagement with Cardassians, let alone the Jem’Hadar. I had friends on the Odyssey. If a modern Galaxy-class starship can be taken down in less time than it takes to relate to it, I pity the personnel assigned to those three relics.”

“I understand your concern, Commander,” Maehra replied. “While Combat Command indicates the entire Demilitarized Zone is in the warzone, the primary front is around Deep Space Nine and the Bajoran Wormhole. The engineers at Starbase 211 should have time to refit the three dreadnoughts to at least some semblance of modern standards before the Thirteenth Fleet is called to action.

“Lieutenants Pellaa and Iseret. You’ll each have a pair of Locknars to ride herd on. Support the Federations and Mr. Darlington-Whit’s Excelsior group.

“Once we arrive at Starbase 211 and transfer our charges, we’ll be assigned to Thirteenth Fleet for the duration. Except for Olympia, we’re running understrength. During transit, lock down unmanned sections of your ships. Excess power from shutting down those sections is to be made available to life support, weapons, shields, and reserve power.

“One last thing. Admiral Skohn expects us to depart no later than zero six tomorrow. I want us to leave as soon as all crews are back aboard. Shore leaves are cancelled after 1800. If you have questions, forward them to me offline.

“Dismissed.”
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Attributions:
Andorian by TheFigureGuy & Ryselle-Chan
TNG uniforms by amyaimei

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Starbase 39-Sierra
Stardate 51127.34

The Olympia’s transporter room dissolved around Maehra and Shrel, to be replaced moments later by 39-Sierra’s, and Captain Tatsu Saotome waiting for them. “Captain Maehra, welcome aboard.”

“Thank you, Captain,” Maehra replied stepping down from the pad. “My first officer, Lieutenant Commander Shrel.”

“Commander.”

“Captain.”

“Alright, Tatsu, let’s stop beating around the bush. Why us?”

“Because you were available. You and your crew are neither tied up on the front nor understaffed. You are, to use the parlance of Starfleet Command and the Enterprise ‘The only ship available in the “quadrant”’.” Tatsu replied, as she led them out of the transporter room. “Admiral Skohn has authorized you to, in his words, ‘hoist your broad pennant’. I need to get him to stop reading the collected works of Forester and O’Brian.

“I don’t have another officer available to assign to you, so you’ll be in command of your ship as well as the assigned task group. For your staff, at best I can give you a couple of yeomen under a chief. Sorry Maehra.”

“Of course. When does Admiral Skohn expect us to get underway? And what’s the status of my group and the ships we’re escorting?”

“No later than zero six tomorrow morning. The ships are prepped. There are also much-needed supplies, including some critical parts, loaded as well. Those dreadnaught shuttlebays make for fantastic cargo holds.”

They entered one of the many conference rooms on the station. Through the viewport, the Olympia and one of the Excelsiors could be seen, along small craft moving to and fro. “Captain Maehra, I’d like you to meet the commanders of your escort group. Lieutenant Comamnder Jameson Darlington-Whit of the Breslau, Lieutenant Pellaa of the Toba, and Lieutenants J.G. Ali Khannar and Iseret of the Feynman and Krakatoa, respectively. Ladies and gentlemen, the task group commander, Captain Maehra of the Olympia.”

Maehra, flanked by her first officer and Captain Saotome stood at the head of the table. “Good mor…afternoon,” she said, correcting her greeting after looking at the chrono. “I don’t have much of a pep talk to give you. I expect you to do your jobs and watch out for the bad guys while we escort our charges to Starbase 211, and the front lines.

“Mr. Khammar, the Feynman is a dedicated science vessel, and has the best sensor suite in the group. That suite will give us the warning we need if the Cardassians or Dominion are on approach. It also means that your sensor teams are going to be worked to death.”

She turned her attention to the most senior of her junior officers. “Mr. Darlington-Whit, I want you to work with the two Excelsiors we’re ferrying to Starbase 211 to support our three least-capable warships – the three Federation-class dreadnoughts. As far as I can determine, they were launched, shaken down and commissioned, brought here, then placed on the reserve list and stored.”

The elder lieutenant commander interrupted. “You mean to tell me that we’re actually bringing those museum pieces to an active war zone and modern weapons? They’ll not last ten minutes into their first engagement with Cardassians, let alone the Jem’Hadar. I had friends on the Odyssey. If a modern Galaxy-class starship can be taken down in less time than it takes to relate to it, I pity the personnel assigned to those three relics.”

“I understand your concern, Commander,” Maehra replied. “While Combat Command indicates the entire Demilitarized Zone is in the warzone, the primary front is around Deep Space Nine and the Bajoran Wormhole. The engineers at Starbase 211 should have time to refit the three dreadnoughts to at least some semblance of modern standards before the Thirteenth Fleet is called to action.

“Lieutenants Pellaa and Iseret. You’ll each have a pair of Locknars to ride herd on. Support the Federations and Mr. Darlington-Whit’s Excelsior group.

“Once we arrive at Starbase 211 and transfer our charges, we’ll be assigned to Thirteenth Fleet for the duration. Except for Olympia, we’re running understrength. During transit, lock down unmanned sections of your ships. Excess power from shutting down those sections is to be made available to life support, weapons, shields, and reserve power.

“One last thing. Admiral Skohn expects us to depart no later than zero six tomorrow. I want us to leave as soon as all crews are back aboard. Shore leaves are cancelled after 1800. If you have questions, forward them to me offline.

“Dismissed.”
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Attributions:
Andorian by TheFigureGuy & Ryselle-Chan
TNG uniforms by amyaimei