A Battle Looms

[Cptn Corizon 0]

The Excalibur sparkled in the night as the fleet dropped from warp to impulse; the long sleek lines of the Sovereign-class dreadnaught pristine and prepared for battle. On either side, the Ardent and the Reliant took flanking positions, ready to defend the flagship of the Federation fleet.

 

Across the battle field, the sleek, swooping black hulls of the Al-Ucardian fleet loomed ready for the clash. The bulk of the fleet lay in dagger shaped cruisers. Turning to intercept the Federation fleet, unawares of the Klingon fleet laying in hiding, the Al-Ucard lines shifted.

 

Though the three-hundred meter long cruisers were the ships-of-the-line, holding back we’re the pride of the Al-Ucardian fleet, three colossal Command Battle Carriers. At nearly 3000 meters each, they were heavily armed and carried an array of weapons, not to mention the hundreds of attack fighters.

 

Aboard the Excalibur, Corizon’s eyes flickered over the screen, observing the approaching Al-Ucardian fleet. If they were to win this battle, those carriers would have to fall. So long as they were afloat, the Al-Ucardian fleet had a chance.

 

But like a game of chess, you couldn’t go straight for the queen; the wall of pawns would have to come first. He only hopped there weren’t any bishops laying in hiding.

 

“Signal the fleet,” Corizon’s voice echoed across the nearly silent bridge. “All vessels take formations stand by for my signal to attack…”