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Cptn Corizon

The World Spun

The crisis had abated, for the moment.

 

Corizon slumped into the ready room chair with a heavy sigh. Damage reports were beginning to filter in from not only his own ship but the fleet at his disposal. So far they were light, which was good news. The fleet had stood strong against the Scorpiad scouting party, even if they had been caught flat-footed—something that irked him to no end.

 

There was, of course, a gnawing feeling that he would see more of their gleaming, organic black hulls soon in the near future, but for the moment all was quite.

 

On a positive note though (he was rather surprised they’d managed to get so much decent news all at once), Victria had apparently returned from her mission to the Scorpiad base. Funny that Segami had just asked about that very mission minutes before the attack in which Victria returned to the Camelot fold.

 

Corizon took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. Sleep had been a luxury he had rarely embraced over the last few weeks, spending late hours into the night planning the assault on the wormhole.

 

The chimes rang, and Victria entered.

 

The world spun,

turning on its head,

and darkness fell.

Thy kingdom come.

 

Corizon found himself on bridge of the Excalibur, his head and mind spinning faster than the universe itself. In the period of one brief hour, the entire tactical situation in the Gamma Quadrant had changed.

 

He’d known that they had to strike against the Scorpiad stronghold at the wormhole sooner or later—preferably later than sooner. Fate, the cosmos, the One or whatever had decided differently. The timetable of a month to finish preparing for the attack against the wormhole was no longer an option. Now was the time in which they would be tested.

 

Forged in the fire of battle,

tested in the heat of combat,

into darkness they rode.

Thy kingdom coming.

 

Three hours had passed since he’d given the news to the crew. Three hours since the line in the sand was drawn. What lay before the Dameon Captain was a truly Herculean task. In the course of the next forty-five hours, he would have to work a miracle, he would have to compress the planning and preparation of one month into those forty-five hours.

 

His first task was to address some nagging issues on the bridge of his starship. He’d needed a helmsman, and he wanted to make some personnel adjustments with the Science and Operation departments—all of which were easily solved with a few strokes of paper work.

 

Now onto more difficult issues.

 

The communications terminal sprang to life, and the static image of the Dominion seal filled the screen. A few moments later and Taenix, leader of the Vorta Council appeared.

 

“I wasn’t aware we’d be talking again so soon,” she said, her voice dripping of Vorta-saccharine. “What do I owe the pleasure.”

 

“We’ve had to move up our time table for out attack on the wormhole,” Corizon said sternly, he had neither the patience nor the time for Vorta games.

 

Taenix tilted he had slightly, in a very Vorta-esque manner, making Corizon wonder just how long that had been programmed into the Vorta genetics. “How much sooner?”

 

“My forces will begin moving into position in 48 hours.”

 

She choked back her instant response and fluttered her eyebrows. “That…that is much sooner than you’d indicated you would need our forces. What brought this on?”

 

“Our intelligence indicates that the Scorpiads are planning to attack Deep Space 9.”

 

Having not lived through the Dominion War, Taenix didn’t harbor the same feelings for that name her brethren did, but she knew many of the Vorta clones would have little remorse for the glaring reminder of their failure to conquer the Alpha Quadrant removed from sight. Pursing her lips, she considered how to respond. “This puts us in a very…different situation.”

 

“I don’t think either of us would disagree with that statement.”

 

“We are currently involved in a number of operations against the Scorpiad forces that involve a number of our ships…”

 

Corizon’s ear instinctively pinned back. He didn’t like where this was going.

 

“But,” she said with heavy exertion. “Your offer of…assistance to us is invaluable.”

 

Slowly his ears began to return to their normal position, leverage was a wonderful tool. “Our intelligence indicates that Scorpiads have pulled a number of their own ships back to their base at the wormhole and at a staging area nearby. Perhaps if you pulled your own forces off the front lines and began culling them at the staging points discussed, it would force them to do the same with Al-Ucard and Eritan forces?”

 

“That’s quite the gambit,” Taenix replied thoughtfully. “Bringing more of their ships into the battle certainly doesn’t help our chances.”

 

“Hopefully, we’re more mobile than they are.”

 

Taenix nodded. “I am not sure if I can commit the same amount of force we previously discussed.”

 

She held up a hand to stop the remark nearly out of Corizon’s mouth. “But we will see you at the rendezvous, Captain.”

 

Corizon bowed his head slightly. “Thank you, Taenix.”

 

“If you’ll excuse me, Captain, I have much to attend too and little time to do see to it.”

 

“Of course.”

 

The screen fell to darkness. One down.

 

Storm clouds gather,

the air is damp,

darkness rides upon thunder.

 

Forty hours remained till the fleet had to be mobile. Orders had to be filed and commanding officers had to be brought onto the same page. The days of Dominion War were fresh in Corizon’s mind.

 

“Captains,” Corizon said to the room of about thirty Starfleet, a couple dozen Romulan, ten Klingon officers and several Vortas gathered in one of the larger conference rooms at Avalon Base. It was actually the first time since the current crisis began that he’d been off the Excalibur. “I am glad you were all able to come on such short notice.”

 

They looked at him and nodded. Corizon took a deep breath and looked at his notes on the podium. “We’re all very…busy…to put it mildly,” he said to a few chuckles. “So I’ll keep this short.

 

“Due to information which you’ve all already been briefed upon, our attack on the wormhole has been moved up. In order to move our fleet into position, though, we must take out several midrange targets between here and the culling point for the allied fleets.

 

“Those of you here have been chosen as the force that will launch early, along with the Excalibur to attack these targets while the rest of our forces move into position. You will receive your targets in priority order once you leave this room. In 48-hours you will leave for you target runs. Once engaged there is no coming back. If you cannot neutralize your target move onto the next one, then get to the culling point in time.”

“Questions?”

 

Forged in the fire of battle,

tested in the heat of combat,

into darkness they rode.

Thy kingdom coming.

 

Corizon walked purposefully towards Colonel Kimura’s office. This was going to be one his more unpleasant jobs he had to do in the last ten hours. He stopped just before the door, hesitating before ringing the chimes.

 

“Enter.”

 

Normally, people were more afraid to come to a meeting with Corizon than Corizon was to have a meeting with other people. This was different though. He was a solider too, and he knew what he was asking of Kimura.

 

Kimura was one of his own generation, and because of that they had a special bond. Perhaps more than any other generation of Starfleet officer, they’d seen so many changes in their universe, so many battles.

 

He glanced across the desk towards Kimura as he entered. “I am sure you’ve already read the briefing I sent you?”

 

“Yes,” Kimura was curt. “And, yes, I am unhappy about it…”

 

Across the long road they sundered,

weaving together in braces,

stronger together than apart.

Thy will be done.

 

Many toils awaited them,

and hard would be their trial,

trials of fire and darkness.

Thy would survive.

 

The world spun,

turned on its head,

and darkness fell.

 

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done.

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FROM: Captain Ah-Windu Corizon, Executive Officer, USS Excalibur

TO: Lieutenant Commander Laarell Teykier

CC: Lieutenant, Junior Grade Tristan Xenatos; Ensign Dox Maturin; All Department Heads

SUBJECT: DEPARTMENT RESTRUCTURING

 

In order to streamline the chain of command and operations aboard the USS Excalibur, it is herby ordered that the Science and Operations command structures be merged. Lieutenant Commander Laarell Teykier will assume reposniblity for this new department to be referred to as Science and Operations. Attached is the requisite forms authorizing and authenticating this order and providing your new directives.

 

 

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FROM: Captain Ah-Windu Corizon, Executive Officer, USS Excalibur

TO: Lieutenant, Junior Grade Mreh K’Hel

CC: Lieutenant Commander E.J. Pilot; Lieutenant Commander Laarell Teykier

SUBJECT: NEW ORDERS

 

You are hereby requested and ordered to report to the Bridge at once, where you will be functioning as chief helmsman and attached to the Science and Operations department under the command of Lieutenant Commander Laarell Teykier. This order is effective immediately. Attached is the requisite forms authorizing and authenticating this order and providing your new directives.

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