Hope and Prayer

Posted on Sat Apr 9th, 2022 @ 5:41pm by Captain Abigail Laurens

Abigail sat in her ready room, staring silently at the console in front of her for a long moment. The rest of the ship was a hive of activity as the crew prepared themselves to head planetside, any hope of shoreleave long forgotten as teams were being assembled to head to the surface as soon as they were within range of odraclite. Transport shuttles were being loaded with weapons, supplies and medical equipment. Teams were being briefed. But even putting every crew member she had between the Acehaya and the Koldaran, it was a fight that would likely not go their way. The reality was, they needed support. Ichiko had already made contact with the Ts'usugi, who had confirmed that they would send a ship to support them. If they had been surprised by the decision to go to war, they didn't seem to show it. Rather it had been more an 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend in arms'. That was something that Abigail had at least found reassuring. It gave her hope. If there was one ship willing to join them, there would hopefully be more.

Now it was her turn. She needed to contact Federation ships in the area. Reaching out, she tapped the console and started a recording.

"This is Fleet Captain Abigail Laurens of the USS Astraea requesting support from any Federation vessels in the sector. We are in the II-96 system and we have engaged the Koldaran on Odraiclite. I repeat. We are in the II-96 system and we have engaged the Koldaran on Odraiclite and are requesting immediate support from any Federation vessels in the sector."

She stopped the recording and leaned back in her seat. "Computer, save this recording and relay it on repeat on all Federation frequencies," she ordered quietly, a soft sigh escaping parted lips as she found herself momentarily contemplating what could have been. The beach, the boat, the quality time. She shook her head, rising slowly from her seat and walked across to the window, staring out into the streaks of slipstream beyond as the ship hurtled toward its destination. Sharing phaser rifles and tactical strategies was definitely not the quality time she had envisaged.

"Captain, we're nearing the coordinates," the call came over the comms from the bridge. Abigail nodded, even though no one could see, before she tapped her commbadge to reply. "I'm on my way."