Post by Admiral Marzz Razzor on Apr 4, 2012 23:29:39 GMT -5
*Marzz Leaned on the frame of the doorway as the Hiss of the door opened to his ready room. He gazed up and over the room with his one good eye. His once Pristine and well laid out ready room was a wreck. Cables hung from a section of the ceiling were the panels had broken from a Support strut failing and falling in. His books strewn across the floor and the reading couch. Some burnt past recovering from the plasma fire that had erupted from a now sealed conduit. He moved slowly His face a mask of determination over the pain from his injuries. Wincing he bent over slowly to grab his chair and set it upright. Burn marks marred the seat and backs once plush fabric. Marzz lowered himself into the chair careful to not put weight on his left shoulder. The uniform was ripped and burned away and caked in congealed blood from the gash in his shoulder that trailed to his chest.
He reached to his desk swiping debris to the floor. As he did he noticed the model of the Hyperion Lizz had had sent for him on the floor , Picking it up he saw it had survived well except for the port nacelle was hanging from nit wires. He frowned cat like and set it on his desk. Then taped the consol built into his desk. A holographic display lit up and he pressed the record button,. *
Admirals personal
Prep secure channel Encryption Razzor Nine.
Transmit to U.S.S. Ayanami, N.C.C. 99777
Attention : Commander Elizabeth Rendino
Stardate 88776.75
Dear Lizz , I hope this finds you well. Wish I could say the same. The 6th fleet Engaged the Borg in the Defeeri sector. What we at first though might be a three cubes and tactical cube , turned out to be a Borg Command ship . Sadly we were forced to retreat, It had far more firepower than expected and having several cubes as support it managed to destroy five of my ships and the Inferno’s limping back to DS9. I fear I may not make then next time your in dock. I have a lot of dead to bury in the next few weeks and reports that will go on for weeks. But I felt better let you hear this from me to know I’m ok, if not bound for Sick bay as soon as the Doctor has time to have Security force me to his lab as I like to cal it.
It seems the Borg broke your gift you sent me, you may need to fix it next time your over my mate…
I miss you dearest. And look forward to having you next to me again, anyway you got me spoiled to having you there in the morning to wake up next too,
In not the best at romantic bubby words, so I guess this piece of music I send along will have to suffice.
( winces a bit and shift the injured shoulder, you notice a bandage over his left eye with stains of blood on it )
*sighs letting it fall into a growl* At least we managed to cripple that dammed Command ship but at what price.. Love you my dear,
Computer end recording , send transmission , and tell the doctor im on my bloody way to sick bay.
He reached to his desk swiping debris to the floor. As he did he noticed the model of the Hyperion Lizz had had sent for him on the floor , Picking it up he saw it had survived well except for the port nacelle was hanging from nit wires. He frowned cat like and set it on his desk. Then taped the consol built into his desk. A holographic display lit up and he pressed the record button,. *
Admirals personal
Prep secure channel Encryption Razzor Nine.
Transmit to U.S.S. Ayanami, N.C.C. 99777
Attention : Commander Elizabeth Rendino
Stardate 88776.75
Dear Lizz , I hope this finds you well. Wish I could say the same. The 6th fleet Engaged the Borg in the Defeeri sector. What we at first though might be a three cubes and tactical cube , turned out to be a Borg Command ship . Sadly we were forced to retreat, It had far more firepower than expected and having several cubes as support it managed to destroy five of my ships and the Inferno’s limping back to DS9. I fear I may not make then next time your in dock. I have a lot of dead to bury in the next few weeks and reports that will go on for weeks. But I felt better let you hear this from me to know I’m ok, if not bound for Sick bay as soon as the Doctor has time to have Security force me to his lab as I like to cal it.
It seems the Borg broke your gift you sent me, you may need to fix it next time your over my mate…
I miss you dearest. And look forward to having you next to me again, anyway you got me spoiled to having you there in the morning to wake up next too,
In not the best at romantic bubby words, so I guess this piece of music I send along will have to suffice.
( winces a bit and shift the injured shoulder, you notice a bandage over his left eye with stains of blood on it )
*sighs letting it fall into a growl* At least we managed to cripple that dammed Command ship but at what price.. Love you my dear,
Computer end recording , send transmission , and tell the doctor im on my bloody way to sick bay.