The SEV Paladin takes as last ship position in the battle formation, and heads toward the Romulan ships... Soon the Paladin opens fire, causing some considerable damage to a few Romulan ships, until one of the warbirds decides to hunt the Paladin down. Having a warbird on her tail, the Paladin sets immediate course to some other Romulan warbird formation.
This may have seemed a suicide maneuvre, but it was not so: the Romulan warbird on the Paladin's back could not open fire without risking to hit one of their own ships, and the Romulan warbird formation in front had the same problem. Besides, the Romulan formation was already occupied with the USS Evolution.
The SEV Paladin then makes  the mistake, however, to head inside the Romulan formation, as the USS Evolution just decides to head out of it, and the two ship barely miss each other... and while the USS Evolution retreats, the SEV Paladin now finds itself surrounded by four powerful Romulan warbirds...

looks good, and yes you can have science instead.

Hmmm...its a bit of a jump, but seeing as your ship XO, I hereby grant you a field commission to Lt. Commander. Also, your suggestion is sound. Lets see.....to Avalon...warp 4.

You and myself, hmmm? Well, I guess that makes you my executive officer then?

I'm still here...just been busy from the holidays. I hereby render your taking of command null.

Phoenix Crew:
CO: John Casden
XO: Ken Garcia
Tac/Sec CO: Huw
Tac/Sec XO: James Picard
Engineer CO: Oliver Davis
JAG/Engineer XO: Nyssa Grant

Look good? Everyone happy?

*He beams onto the bridge and looks around.*

OK, whats the ships status people?

*He had slipped up quietly during the conversation. He speaks softly.*
Don't threaten the lady, Colonel...oh yes, I know who you are. I  have my sources...and don't think you can detain me either.

*He stares at Sloan silently*

*he shrugs off the stun after staggering a moment. He signals to Turok.*

*looks at the doctor and speak again softly* No.

*An unmarked ship drops out of warp at the fringe of the system and hails the station.*

From: ~scrambled~
To: Space Station Avalon

Admiral Montrell, your presence is "requested" in your office in 30 standard minutes. There is vital information intended for you only. Federation Craft out.

*Mutters* I've seen Talaxian Garbage Scows cleaner than this.....

Uh-huh...and where is the stations thrust controled from if not here? Stares at Montrell with a poker face*

*He mutters to Dreakon under his breath* You call this clean...?

(Edited by John Casden at 2:36 pm on Mar. 21, 2005)

*Casden looks up at Montrell with a blank expression on his face. After a moment, he rises from the chair and narrows his eyes.  Pointing the dagger at Montrell he speaks.*

Mister Montrell, nobody, and I do mean nobody threatens me. Is that clear?

*Casden turns to the hooded man.*

I am seriously beginning to doubt Montrell was the best choice here....what do you think?

*sighs* yes, i suppose we should. will you tell him, or shall i?