Star Trek: Phoenix: Help Wanted

Written by SteelWraith64

3 months after Woyo's takeover

"Mayday...Sta-...nix-...may..." The only thing that could be heard aside from battle chatter from the atmosphere was the emergency distress call of the once proud USS Phoenix. A bastion of hope in this galaxy and maybe others. However, the Fates did not like this plan. Their intermittent signal cut off by torpedo explosions and static. An injured Oskar slowly rose from his position on the ground. He grasped his arm where he had been shot by phaser fire just two hours before. He couldn't tell where he was...or where he was going. All he knew was he had to get to the Bridge. Maybe the ship was still flyable. He found the turbolift shaft and fruitlessly tried to open the door. It didn't budge. He grabbed a piece of debris close by and jammed it into the door, prying it open enough to get through. He went to the ladder on the inside and began climbing. After a grueling five minutes of climbing he reached the Bridge, the doors already opened. When he stepped in, he saw maybe a dozen bodies strewn about. Some he could recognize, some he couldn't. He saw what looked like a Kelpian skeleton in the Captains chair. The power flickered on and off. He shuddered and pulled the burnt carcass from the chair. He sat down and tried to get a ship diagnostic.

"Computer. Status..."

"Life Support, offline. Weapons, offline. Shields, offline. Engines, offline. Secondary systems...offline."

"What about communications?"

"Partial."

"Send a message to the Resistance-"

"Unavailable."

"Are there any allied systems or ships in comms range?"

"Negat-." The computer had shut down from the power drain.

"Of course there aren't. Only easy day was yesterday..."

[FADE TO BLACK]