<USS Avalon> the finale
- From: Rowanna Darkwolf <rowannadarkwolf@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: avalon@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sat, 12 Sep 2009 02:17:19 -0700 (PDT)
Duarte slid her fighter between the phaser blasts, taking aim at the second
Breen vessel. With the help of two other fighters,they were able to take it out
neatly. They continued in this manner, like the well trained professionals that
they were, but knew that their window of opportunity was closing.. Counting
three remaining they'd likely not get, Duarte swore vehemently into her
headset.
"IQ.." she heard the reprimand. "Language"..
:"yes mom," she quipped, weakly attempting a moment of levity without allowing
it to distract her from the task at hand. Lining up for a shot at the fourth
vessel, she was surprised to find another vessel swooping in out of nowhere,
taking aim and firing on the other ships one right after the other.
When they turned on the "friendly" Breen vessel, Duarte cried out.
"Nooooo......."
her cry died out in a strangled sob when the ship went up.
Philips....Chapman...even newbie Carlisle....all gone. "Dammit!" she swore
loudly, turning to take aim at the interfering vessel.
"Duarte, stand down," the order came.
"but Philips...." she began
"I know. And I'm sorry." the other replied. "but stand down. That's an order."
Reluctantly, Duarte did as she was told. Turning her fighter back toward the
Avalon, she allowed the stone veneer for which she'd become known take over,
the Ice Queen taking over as she prepared to debrief the Admiral on the events
of the day, from the rescue party to this terrible finale. What choice did she
have?
She was the only one left who could.
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