Finaly some action and payback to those Son'a for their sneak attack on the Hood and for killing all those loyal Starfleet officers, Harper said to himself as he manned his station.
"Sir, you must make a choice now." Lieutenant Commander Kelly drilled Commader Jeffreys.
Then Patrick turned back to his station and saw the comm channel beeping. Harper's heart raced as he was uneasy to the outcome of this, incoming call. "Sir, incoming message from a man named Kar'ish. It says he's the leader of the Son'a. He's demanding we surrender in two hours or he'll attack the station and kill every man, women, and child."
Jeffreys slamed his fist down."Damn. Harper, see if you can get a message of any kind through the Patch."
Harper tried with no success. "Sir, they've wiped out our comm lines," Harper added.
Garek and Call went to work at the tactical station, trying to see what the story was. Then Call said what exactly was happening. "Sir, they are jamming internel comm channels and the subspace radio reciver assembley."
Jeffreys then added something that made the situation worse. "That Son'a ship is two hous away. That's twelve light years and one has to be within one half of a light year away to us an EM pulse."
"Sir," said Call, "I have scanned the Briar Patch and have recieved bits and pieces of the readings. However, according to your knowledge and my experince. I think it's safe to say at least two ships are emmiting a rotating EM pulse from the Briar patch."
Oh my, the crap is going to hit the fan and I'm in the middle. I wish my fellow boot camp classmates could see me now, thought Harper
"Harper, take five men and check the docking area for intruders. Garek, get our comm systems working. Lieutenant Call, improve your plans for a rescue with Commander Kelly. We have only one hour and fifty-five minutes before the party starts," Jeffrey's sat back down and took a look at the PADD on the left side of his chair. Patrick took his phaser and tricorder and went into the turbo lift.