"Yes sir," K'tag responded to his captain's order.
[K'Tag to fleet tactical officers, fire at your discretion.] Just as the order was given the Arizona was hit, throwing K'Tag to the ground near his station. It had been a long time since he had been in any type of intense action, and was very much a change for him.
"Helm, pattern Alpha One," the Captain barked.
K'Tag slowly got up, and was surprised to see his captain maintaining eye contact with his new tactical officer. K'Tag shook off and returned to his busy task, he looked again at his captain who was still maintain eye contact, but also nodding as if giving his own encouragement to a bloody friend.
"Captain, I believe we could inflict more damage to the enemy if the fleet centralized their efforts to one ship." K'Tag did not know his new captain well enough to decide if suggestions were acceptable in a time of heat like this, but felt he was going to be bold and perhaps figure his Captain out a little.
[Captain Wallace to entire fleet, target the lead ship]. The Captain turned back to his new tactical officer shot him a look, hard to read, but there was no need for words.
[Yes sir,] came a response from the dead silence.
Wallace waited for the perfect moment... "Fire!" the captain screamed. The Klingon wasted no time, and was punctual about fulfilling his order.
"Direct hit!" the Tactical officer responded. K'Tag had a sound of glee in his voice. Just as the moment started the Arizona was hit again, throwing everyone a little. No one had seen it coming, but they had felt the feeling before.
"Warp Core at 72 percent," Commander Garek Loran reported. Captain Wallace looked around with a half-hearted smile on his face, he knew the battle had just began.