Wrath of the Prophets (Mirror Alenis, Amata, etc.)

ACS Wrath of the Prophets

"Engineering reports all disruptor banks fully charged!"

"37th squadron reporting ready!"

"Marine squad Alpha is a go!"

Red alerts blaring, the bridge of the ACS Wrath of the Prophets was a bustling hub of activity. Officers were shouting orders, lights were flashing, and klaxons were blaring as the crew struggled to get the ship ready for a fight. It was the worst possible time for a Terran attack; not only was it shift change, but main power was offline on four decks due to some engineering work to correct a malfunction in the EPS system.

Blocking out the commotion around him was a Cardassian yeoman, carrying a tea mug and saucer towards the center chair, careful not to spill a drop. It took all his effort to concentrate, given the importance of his task and the chaos around him. "Your tea, ma'am," he said as he held it out towards the captain.

Taking the tea mug in her leather gloved hand, the captain of the vessel offered a subtle nod. It was Cardassian red leaf tea, her favourite. As the yeoman quickly retreated, the woman in the center chair took a sip of her tea before looking at her chronometer. "Time!" called out Gul Alenis. "Status, Mr. Amata!"

"We are at Warp 4 point.... 8," Amata said.  "Shields are at 60%... we do have weapons at the ready.  Ask the Prophets to keep them that way, if you can get through to them."  He knew those numbers were not good enough for the supposed flagship of the new Bajoran/Cardassian Alliance.  Since his twin his twin Amn's death at the hands of the Terran occupation, Amata had given up on the Prophets and had left the Vedek Assembly to their own devices. Because of that, the crew still referred to him as Vedek or, even worse, "Your Emminence," which annoyed him to no end.  For now, he simply wanted revenge on the Terrans, and if putting up with a few ignorant comments was the price... it was well worth it.

"Not good enough," mused the Gul. "The Terrans are vicious; they'll attack out of nowhere, using every trick in the book. This isn't some laundry ship, this is the ACS Wrath of the Prophets, the newest and most powerful vessel in the Cardassian Defence Forces. We need to be at peak combat readiness at all times." She couldn't help but lecture. Her eye patch was a constant reminder of the viciousness of the Terrans. Even though the Wrath of the Prophets had unparalleled combat sensors, the cloaking technology of the Terrans meant that no Cardassian ship, least of all the one which was supposed to give hope to Bajor, could afford to let down their vigilance even for a moment.

"Sir, sensors are at 73% efficiency, some dorsal sensor arrays are without power." Glinn Coln reported from the Science station.

The Vedek looked at Glinn Coln, daring the science officer to give more bad news.  "That is simply unnacceptable.  Find some way to to get this ship in fighting condition.  The Terrans could be on us at any time."  His voice was stern, yet controlled.  That came from his experince leading worship services in the temple for so many years.

T'Kara swore as she replaced yet another EPS rely. It was the 15th since leaving the shipyard. The idiots that laughingly called themselves 'ship designers', had tried to do too much in too short a time. That was not to say that the engineer didn't appreciate or marvel at what they'd done in such a short time, but they'd cut too many corners which may lead to all their deaths. Although she was unafraid of death, she saw neither the logic or honour in dying due to a faulty design. After replacing the maintenance hatch, she hit the wall and some systems returned to life.

Parker over watched the bridge and busy preparation. As long as Captain Alenis of the ACS Prophet's had her tea things would run smoothly. At least that is the way it was supposed to happen. "Central Bajor Command would like a status report Ma'am as soon as possible." Parker stressed his comment. His large Bajoran nose imprint and a smirk. The lighting around the consoles in battle mode.

The Klingon General had stood toward the back of the bridge.  He wore his full regalia, showing himself as a General and a member of the powerful House of Mar'Kash. This new ship of the Cardassians made him laugh, it was a pathetic site. The ship was so massive and clunky that it couldn't even be fully powered.  A few of their newly minted Birds of Prey would make quick work of this new design if given the opportunity.  Using a derogatory tone, Mar'dok's powerful voice chimed in, "So this is the new Cardassian flagship? The hope of Bajor?"

Alenis squeezed the bridge of her nose and sighed.  "Mr. Amata, we'll have to do a lot better than that.  Make engineering work around the clock if you have to to repair our systems, and arrange drills for every department.  Three drills a day, until performance improves.  Mr. Hudson, signal command and inform them that we are still working on rectifying their design and construction errors, and that we hope to be combat-ready shortly."  Her tone was acidic.  Since taking command of this ship, which was sold to her as the most powerful warship in the quadrant and the hope of Bajor, it had been one problem after another.  She should have realized that the malfunctioning door and faulty communication systemwhich rendered her trapped in her office for several hours the day before launch was a bad omen.  After all, if they can't even get a door right, what is the hope that they might get the most ambitious warship in the galaxy right?

"And General Mar'dok," she added, placing her tea aside and standing up to face the Klingon liaison who had been assigned to her ship.  With her one good eye, she stared the Klingon general down, as her right hand instinctively came to rest on the ivory handle of her revolver.  "Any ship this large is bound to have some teething issues.  But mark my words, this ship will be the point of the spear which breaks the so-called Terran Empire."

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