"Attack"
written by Jillian Locke and David Moody
Lieutenant Serenity Jackson and Captain Lenti Utex

Sere sat in the center chair. For the first time she was in command and she was only 21. Nearly 22.. in may. And she was sitting in charge of one of the most powerfull war ships built.

She was lost in her thoughts when on of the peregrine fighters exploded.

She went into action. “Reports. Sito.. get us into a clear line of fire!” She turned to her replacement at Tactical. “Get a lock on that ship.”

As she spoke the other fighter blew up and the purple beam vanished.

“AW HELL” She snapped. “tactical see if you can get a lock. Ops notify the LaGrange. Sito…” She broke off as the Tractor beam suddenly Broke.

“Evasive manuvers. Science Find that Cloaked ship NOW!”

Galah turned to face the viewscreen, having heard Jackson's orders. She quickly slipped into the security post, and attempted to gain a weapons lock on the errant enemy vessel. "No luck yet," Galah reported, continuing her search through the console.

Keda Tal spoke up promptly, straightening her spine as she searched the board at the port aft section of the bridge. "Searching, Lieutenant," she reported stiffly.

As Sito thumbed her controls, the image on the viewer dipped sharply upward as the nose of the Victory dipped. Simultaneously, she sent an automated message to the USS LaGrange, replaying the last few seconds of forward sensor data in a loop. "Setting course in the apparent direction of momental travel of that ship," Sito exaplained succinctly.

Lieutenant Galah's eyes seemed to flare from within, their pale tawny color intensifying to a bright yellow, then back again. "Tractors effective on all three Federation vessels," she reported, looking toward Lieutenant Jackson. "Transporters too," she said.

"Lifesigns in the battered hulls of those fighters are fading fast," she explained. "Permission to transport?"

"Granted. Straight to medical" Serenity replied

The hostile was hard to find. Sere sat listening to the reports and knew that the ship would be heading for either Home or the Bith homeword. ~Darn I wish I was Telepathic.~ She thought. She watched her own console. And suddenly the ship shook. ~Hell~ "Reports!" she snapped.