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// Station Situation: Part 3 of ? (Klingon's) 
// Story: Adventures Across Space 
// by zalla661 
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“Pants down.”
 
Everyone on the Hydra looked at Lyra funny. Sunset and Vinyl shrugged and went back to work while Claw glared at the teal unicorn. Lyra managed to get a glance from him seeing him glaring at her. She smiled and waved to him, which only annoyed him more. Lyra giggled at the griffin who growled blushing and pretended to work on his dead console. 
 
The repairs to the Hydra were proving to go by very fast. The station had already repaired a significant amount of damage to the ship and it was only the first few hours in. Sunset was impressed with how fast the station worked. The sections of the ship that were repaired, she did a visual inspection and the areas were like it was brand new. Better than new in fact. 
 
Somehow the station repair the ion cannon and replaced all the fuses with the appropriate ones, rewired it to spec, and even replace the J-77 power core with a brand new one. Best of all the inspection showed no anomalies in the power flow nore the superstructure of the canon.  All in all a good day.
 
She was now at her station writing up a report about the repairs in her log when 3rd of 5 had a proximity warning from his station at the helm. 
 
“Lieutenant, I have a proximity warning of port.”
 
Sunset looked up from her position at got up to walk over to the changeling. She lifted her upper body and rested her front hooves on the back of 3rd of 5s chair and looked at his console. Three small red reticles were approaching from just out of their sensor range. The heavy damage they took made it nearly impossible to see anything unless it was dager close, like within a few kilometers. 
 
A second warning lit up on the screen signaling some sort of energy discharge. Sunset immediately ran to Claw yelling, “BAttle alert! Incoming-”
 
Her words were interrupted when the ship shook after a massive impact. The alarms sounded on all the decks as ponies scrambled to get either out of bed or scrambled to their stations from a break. 
 
Sunset ran back to her station and activated the internal comm. System. “Bridge to Captain!”
 
*Trixie’s Quarters*
 
Trixie and Octavia were still sound asleep in bed together when the ships shook and the alarms sounded flinging them from the bed together. The alarms blaring in their ears and the sudden rude awakening left them both disoriented and groggy. Trixie was the first to recover from the fall, shaking her head clear, she stood up and offered a hoof to Octavia. The regy earth pony took it graciously and lifted herself up with Trixie’s help. Suddenly the ship shook again and the internal communication panel signaled with a beep.
 
“Bridge to Captain! We’re under attack!”
 
It took Trixie a moment to recognize the voice, still a bit groggy from the rude awakening. Trixie stumbled to the comm, and pressed a tiny red button to activate it.
 
“Bridge this is the Captain, Lt. Sunset what’s our status on repairs?”
 
“Ma’am, the station has us locked up still and we can’t leave the dock!”
 
“Who’s attacking us?” Trixie asked ash the ship took another hit.
 
There was a heavy sigh from the other side of the comminution panel speaker as Sunset paused for a moment before replying, “Klingons.”
 
 
At the name of the warrior race a light clicked in Trixie’s mind. There was only one Klingon that she heard of that had this much out for them and Archer. A Klingon who would travel the ends of the universe to get back at Archer and now her. 

“Duras. Has Enterprise seen them yet?”

“Yes, ma’am, they’re currently engaged with two other Klingon vessels. A third is attacking us.”
 
By now Trixie and Octavia were both clothed and ready to resume their posts. Trixie clipped her disruptor to her belt and walked out the door with Octavia at her heels. “We’re on our way to the bridge.”
 
“Aye!” Sunset said turning off the comm.
 
Trixie and Octavia quickly exited the room as the ship shook again. By the sound she was hearing Trixie guessed the shields were operational again. *Good thing too. I don’t want to add to the repair cost to the station.* She thought dodging a changeling as she came running down the hall. 
 
Octavia was unusually calm. Trixie of course knew the reason. She had woken up and didn’t have any coffee. Add to the fact she has been extremely stressed the last few days without coffee, sleep deprived, and now she was woken up from a firefight, Trixie guessed it would be an interesting fight to say the least.
 
As they entered the turbolift both ponies were packed in the next deck up as more ponies gathered in with them. Once they reached the bridge Trixie and Octavia were the only ones getting off while the others went back down to engineering. Another quirk of pony tech. Turbolifts always gave ranking officers priority to destinations on the turbolifts.Trixie didn’t like it, but there was nothing she could do about it. 
 
Trixie took her spot in the center of the bridge with Octavia by her side. 

“Lt. Claw report?” Octavia asked.
 
The griffin nodded and saluted. “Ma’ams. We are still being held by the station. Repairs are still underway, but the station has started working unusually fast. The repairs should be done within the next few minutes.”
 
“A few minutes? I thought we still had a day's time before they were complete?” Octavia asked.

“I don’t know, Commander,” Claw shrugged. “All it know is as soon as we were attacked the station sent out an emergency notice about the speed up to our repairs and  I had all the work areas vacated for the duration.”
 
“Good work Lieutenant.” Trixie said to the griffin. 
 
This made him swell with pride. If there was one thing griffins loved more than being recognized for their hard work, it getting notice from their superiors for it. It showed they were doing their jobs right. Something Trixie admired about them as a whole, for the most part. 

“Where’s the Klingon vessel?”

“Port side ma’am. Disruptors are still offline but we have the ion cannon and torpedo!” Claw suggested with a hint of enthusiasm in his voice. 
 
This didn't go unnoticed by Trixie. She ordered the torpedoes armed and ready for use then made a call for all her MARE’s commandos to prepare for battle.
 
*MAREs Dressing Room*  
 
Private Scope was always the first to gear up when it came to combat readiness. It was something that made him standout from all the other MARE Comandos. It also helped his quarters were just down the hall. The other shad to come down from one deck up while he was already checking his weapons. 
 
By the time the group was dressed and ready he was already set to go. 

He never bragged about it before, but ever since Pansy took him under her wing he always loved hearing her praise him. Sure he got praise from Major Spitfire, but Pansy was different. She was his friend. Perhaps more so. The young stallion watched as Pansy put on her jumpsuit then followed by her armor. She was very quick to change taking less than thirty seconds to become completely armored up. A minute later her rifle was ready charged, and set to go as Major Spitfire came trotting in. 
 
“Alright MAREs listen up! We go a huge mission!” She barked standing in the center of the room surrounded by the commandos. “We’re not doing a full on strike today. Today's mission is two parts! We use fighter and bomber to lay hell on an enemy Klingon vessel then we take a boarding party over and take the ship!”

“YEAH!”
“BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD!”
“Let’s get us some Klingon for dinner!”
“FUN FUN FUN!”

Spitfire stomped the metal floor with her armored hoof making a loud clanking noise. The noise was enough to break through the cheering and brought the MAREs Commandos to silence. Scope however wasn’t looking forward to fighting a Klingon on its own ship. He encountered one before when the battle with the Sol Dios took place, and he nearly lost his life to the Klingon he faced. Had it not been for Major Spitfire he’d most likely be dead. That however wouldn’t stop him from fulfilling his mission even if the chances of him dying were astronomically high. 
 
Fortunately for him, Spitfire had a specific task in mind for him. One that didn’t involved him fighting a Klingon close quarters. 
 
“Private! Front center!”
 
Like a well oiled machine Scope was up on his hooves and standing before Spitfire saluting her. One thing he learned early on in his career was to always be tentative with the officers. If they said jump you jumped. If they said squawk like a duck you better squeak like a duck. 
 
“Major!” The private squawked. 
 
“Private, I have  a special assignment for you and Silica-”
 
“WHAT!?”

Spitfire groaned trying not to slump, she had to maintain her image after all. 
 
“Yes, Private Scope AND you will be piloting the Jem'hadar fighter we collected and use it against the Klingon vessel with our fighters. Being more advanced from what we have you’ll have a tactical advantage against eh Klingon vessels.”
 
“I get that,” silica said glaring at Scope, making him feel small. “What I don’t get is why I have to do it with, him!”
 
Spitfire looked back at the shrinking stallion. Looking back to Silica Spitfire narrowed her eyes at the other Major. 

“He’s the best strategic bomber we have, and you are the best pilot we have. I want you two to work together and damage the Klingon vessel aso we can take it.” 

*THOOM!* 

The ship shook again after being struck again. Spitfire called her commandos to stations and glared back at Scope and Silica. 
 
“Well? Get your butts on that ship or so help me I’ll throw you both out the airlock at the Klingons myself!” 

With the order given Spitfire turned and ran out of the locker room and down to the hangar bay. Silica growled at Scope making him cringe and shake in fear. The poor stallion was now alone with her and the mare was blocking his path to the entrance to the room. To make it worse he was about to be in an enclosed environment with her in a minute and he feared for his life.
 
With a snort Silica stormed out of the locker room leaving the stallion alone, much to his relief. The ship shook taking another hit, and he stumbled forward from the sudden movement. Once her recovered he felt his body warm up as a strong magical aura took hold of him and slid him across the floor towards the door. 
 
Suddenly from around the corner Silica’s head popped out and she glared at him. He was sure he would wet himself as he gazed into those deep soulless eyes she had. At first he was sure she’d suck the soul right out of him. For a moment his life flashed before his eyes, from his earliest foalhood memories and everything that lead to this point. All the while he felt weightless like he was floating in a sea of nothingness, yet there was a certain softness around him that wasn’t the cold and rough edges of his armor. His thoughts turned to Pansy. 
 
The mare who made his life a little less miserable, and bearable. He thought about the time they spent together from the day she first paired up with him to their solo missions together in her personal bomber craft. The times they spent together in bed, the showers, the dinners, the lunches, the benches they sat on, the list went on and on. All he could think of was her and how beautiful she was and how gentle she was when she feld him in her arms and- *CRACK!!*

“HEY! WAKE UP BEEFSTICK!!”
 
Suddenly Scope found himself in an unfamiliar environment. His head rang as he was thrown into the Jem'hadar fighter. He figured he must have momentarily blacked out. His head had collided with the center console which had awoken him from this stupor. Silica scoffed and kicked him between his hind leg again making him moan in pain as he rolled over. 
 
“Oh, suck it up you pansy!” Silica groaned taking the pilot seat. “Get up here! We don’t have all day!” 

Scope tried his best to recover from the blow he’d received. He practically crawled to the bomber seat and strapped himself in as best he could, considering how much pain he was in. Silica however wasn’t a very patient mare. While He was still strapping in she had already powered up the ship, cleared for docking, and was flying out after the rest of the squadron out of the hangar bay and into open space. After dodging a few docking clamps that were repairing the Hydra the squadron was in the clear and coming hard to starboard to face the Klingon vessel. 
 
To their surprise the vessel was just sitting there out of harm's way and shooting at the docked Hydra. 

“Cowards, it’s like shooting fish in a barrel!” Silica cursed at the Klingon ship. “Let’s kick these guys out of the system and send them crying back to their  homeworld!” Silica cheered over the comm.
 
A short series of cheers followed as the squadron made their run. The fighters started by shooting their disruptors at the bird of prey. Its shields absorbed most of the damage glowing red as the red bolts of energy dissipated over the surface of the shields. 

The bird of prey remained in place and continued its attack. 
 
“We didn’t do anything to it!” A mare said over the comm.
 
Silica nodded, seemingly impressed by the klingons ship and their steeled nerves. “Let’s see how they can handle a lateral bombing run. All fighter form up on the bombers. We’re making a lateral bomb run, fighters support us with disruptor fire!”
 
“Aye!” came a unified response from several voices over the comm. Scope prepared himself for the bombing run. Thankfully the Jem'hadar fighter wasn’t too complicated to learn. In fact is was strikingly similar to their own bombers and layout, with a few tweeks. 
 
He loaded up a full supply of bombs and was ready for the deployment. He looked down at his own console and put up a digital display for what was beneath. He had to time this right or his payload was going to miss the target. The real saving grace to this was the ship they were going to hit was stationary. The problem is what comes after. No doubt the plan was going to work and they might disable the ship. For sure they were going to knock out their shields, but then it came to if they could disable it before the bird of prey began to move again. After All a moving target is a lot harder to hit than a stationary one. Scope was worried that they wouldn’t be able to maneuver around the bird of prey once it got moving again. The fighters and bombers were fast and nimble, but a starship was a different kind of fast and nimble. They could simply out run them turn around and strafe them, thus picking them off one at a time. If need be they could just run into them too. 
 
Scope tried to wipe those thought out of his mind as the squadron made a quick turn and made another pass at the bird of prey. The took advantage of the fact the ship had no dorsal weaponry so if they decided to retaliate they’d have to turn which gave them time to escape if need.
 
Scope was shivering in his seat. 

He felt his body go cold as his shaky hooves held onto his display console. He didn’t realize he’d started to grip it so hard he was actually bending it slightly. He felt his breathing get heavy as cold sweat ran down his face and dripped on the display. Just when he thought his clenched jaw would snap under the pressure he was putting on it, a soft touch nearly made him jump out of his seat. 

Silica had reached over and was holding his hooves with her left hoof. Her right hoof still piloting the craft and she didn’t take her eyes off the open window to their target. She seemed really focused yet very calm. 

Her calm demeanor reminded him of a story Pansy told him once during dinner. Apparently many of the other Commandos, including Spitfire, thought that she didn’t have an adrenaline rush when flying anymore. Supposedly she had flown so much and seen so much that her body never pumped any adrenaline when she flew. It was her element, and nothing could phase her. 
 
That seemed to hold true here as she held his shaky hooves and was able to stay calm. It almost put Scope at ease.
 
“Get ready beefstick, if you miss I’ll eject you to space.”
 
Until she spoke again. 
 
Shaking his head Scope focused on the panel ready to drop the payload. The bombers closed in, and the fighters formed a protective cocoon around them. As they closed in the last stretch the fighters began to fire all at once. Their disruptor bolts colliding on a fixed point doing the most concentrated damage they could. The bird of preys shield glowed red in that one spot of concentrated energy. AS the bombers closed in Silica began to count down under her breath.
 
“Five kilometers”
 
Four kilometers.”
 
“Three kilometers.”
 
Scope clenched his jaw again, his hooves hovering over the drop button. 
 
All bombers release payloads!” 

On command, Scope jumped a little but managed to release his payload. The bombers and fighter skimmed the surface of the bird of prey dropping their bombs on the dorsal shields before pulling hard u to port flying past the rear of the bird of prey and into open space. To their joy the plan worked in crippling the ship's shields and even damaged it extensively. The problem now was the bird of prey is focused on the squadron. 
 
The green ship lifted up and quickly began to pick up speed as it turned and gave chase to the squadron. Scope felt nervous again as the sensors read the bird of prey was beginning to pursue them. To his surprise he felt Silica tighten her grip on his hooves. He glanced at her and noticed she was sweating slightly. 

“You alright?” 

*THOOM!*
 
“All ships take evasive action!” Silica yelled turning the bomber to dodge the bird of prey. 
 
All the fighters and bombers scattered as the Klingon ship flew right through them. All the fighters managed to steer clear of the green ship but one bomber collided with the bird of preys underbelly and was destroyed instantly.
 
Silica cursed the Klingons as they turned around to make another pass. Then as it came around heading for the scattered squadron its main disruptors fired along with its four supplementary ones. The tiny ships dodged shot after shot, but were so distracted on evasion they flew into the bird of prey destroying themselves in the process.
 
Damn ti! They’re doing this on purpose!” Scope yelled. “They're hitting us on purpose!”

“I KNOW STOP SHOUTING!!” Silica snarled at Scope. “Major Silica to Hydra. We’re taking heavy casualties! We need support!”
 
“Roger that, Major. A torpedo package is on its way!” A cheery sounding Lyra replied over the comm.
 
“Wit what?! All ships prepare for evasive maneuvers! Torpedo assets incoming!” 

Silica quickly pushed the throttle to max sending the jem'hadar fighter into full speed towards the bird of prey. 

The ship's closely followed behind them and scattered as the bird of prey flew past again. Just then the Hydra launched a series of torpedoes from the aft launchers. The orange hued projectiles made a hard turn and flew at the bird of prey, striking it from the side hard. 
 
The antimatter warheads tore into the heavy composite armors easily since the shields were down. The torpedoes managed to hit a power coupling and sent the ship into a slow drift as its engines died down slightly. The bombers quickly reacted swarming the ship and dropped ion bombs disabling the ship. 
 
As soon as the ship's disabled the bird of prey a larger drop craft left the Hydra and made a beeline to the Klingon vessel. 
 
Silica made a pass by the transport as it made its way over, and Scpe smiled at it knowing that Pansy and Spitfire were on it, but felt uneasy as well. 
 
“Good luck,” He whispered.