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One week later: With the warp drive of the Stormbringer only functioning at seventy-something percent capacity (the exact number escaped him), it was going to take nearly two weeks to get to Sector 001, which meant they had plenty of down time.  Odell was pushing her teams round the clock to repair as much as possible throughout the ship, despite Novak telling her to take it down a notch.  The ship wasn't in top shape to be sure, but it wasn't falling apart either & there would be plenty of willing Starfleet engineers to fix all the broken things.   "Aye but they wouldn't gie 'er as much care as oi 'ill." Was all she'd s

48 Hours Ago: "Sir, that protomatter torpedo is getting away from us!" Phil called out. "Launch all drones & command to intercept." Novak said calmly, he wasn't worried but those three Tzenkethi cruisers were not going to just let them blow up their WMD without a say-so. "Bring us around to face the cruisers, I want to be able to keep them from launching another torp." "Aye Captain." Jah responded.   Despite the mass of this monster of a ship they had been using for the last eighteen months, she spun on a pinpoint & the three cruisers came into view of the Virago's massive viewscreen.  It had taken a while for Novak to get

Maritza de la Vega was no engineer but she was going to be damned if someone else was going to work on her console; that's how she justified her ripping off the maintenance panel, at any rate. There were so many other things wrong with the ship, far more important things, that it wasn't going to get looked at any time soon anyway.  Since the battle over Bajor, the illumination had been dull & the tactile responsiveness wasn't what she wanted it to be and quite honestly, with all these potentially hostile vessels surrounding them, she wanted to make sure her station was in proper working order; so she was now shoulder-deep into a pr

Eighteen months later: Novak leaned back in the chair, the leather of it & his uniform rubbing together to make a somewhat satisfying sound.  He stretched his neck & exhaled heavily; he had been sitting in this office for well over eight hours with little  no progress made. The two Starfleet captains that had been questioning him were not very cooperative or believing.  He couldn't say that he blamed them, his story was unbelievable; of course that didn't make it any less true.   "Let's start again Mr. Novak." The Andorian said.  He couldn't remember his name; Shu? Shol? Shon! Va'kel Shon is what the blue-skin

"Right this way Captain." The man known only as Drake said. Captain Marcus Aleksander Novak tentatively followed the man in black despite his better instincts.  He was once told that a man could be judged by his suit.  If that were true, this man in the perfect jet black leather uniform was not someone who got his hands dirty.  He knew an intelligence operative when he saw one.   His own uniform was still dirty with the soot from the fire on the bridge. The leather was torn in places from the melee with the boarding party that thought it was a good idea to try to take his ship from him.  He was sure that his ar