[Acting Captain's Log]
After receiving a hailing frequency which seems to have jammed all frequencies, we are under attack by Klingnons. Captain Garrovick having sustained severe injury, half the command crew dead or unaccounted for, and as the only Farragut crew member of rank aboard the bridge I am left acting captain.
Shields at 26%, holding. Significant hull damage coming in on all levels, 71% systems are down. Rerouting secondary thrusters to life support now. Decks 3 and 9 through 11 remain unreachable; there're casualties on all decks. Medical bay does not copy. ["I repeat, medical bay, do you copy?"]
Shields at 21%. Ensign Chekov, on temporary reassignment from the Enterprise, one of the few left on the bridge, is attempting to disable the Klingnon scrambler now, in attempts to call for--["You can't fucking do that Pavel, those wires are fucking live--goddamn shit-fucking ass cunting tit, he did that--"] help. Any help.
Shields at 14%. Firing at will. Registering a hull damage in the enemy vessel, realigning the targeting grid, if we can fit a photon torpedo through the temporary breach, we might be able to eliminate their shields. ["Take that, motherfuckers."] Shields at 13%. Engineering still attempting to warp us the fuck out of here, diverting power now. ["Engineering! Sweethearts! Please tell me this baby's got it in her! Copy, dammit!"]
Ensign Chekov remains at work on the scrambler; I hope something is getting through. ["Pavel, you're going to get yourself killed--not you too--"]
*Acting Captain Gaila motherfucking out.*
Shields at 26%, holding. Significant hull damage coming in on all levels, 71% systems are down. Rerouting secondary thrusters to life support now. Decks 3 and 9 through 11 remain unreachable; there're casualties on all decks. Medical bay does not copy. ["I repeat, medical bay, do you copy?"]
Shields at 21%. Ensign Chekov, on temporary reassignment from the Enterprise, one of the few left on the bridge, is attempting to disable the Klingnon scrambler now, in attempts to call for--["You can't fucking do that Pavel, those wires are fucking live--goddamn shit-fucking ass cunting tit, he did that--"] help. Any help.
Shields at 14%. Firing at will. Registering a hull damage in the enemy vessel, realigning the targeting grid, if we can fit a photon torpedo through the temporary breach, we might be able to eliminate their shields. ["Take that, motherfuckers."] Shields at 13%. Engineering still attempting to warp us the fuck out of here, diverting power now. ["Engineering! Sweethearts! Please tell me this baby's got it in her! Copy, dammit!"]
Ensign Chekov remains at work on the scrambler; I hope something is getting through. ["Pavel, you're going to get yourself killed--not you too--"]
*Acting Captain Gaila motherfucking out.*