Lieutenant Taylor was making his way back from the torpedo bay to the bridge to see where Commodore Pike wanted him during the battle. Taylor stepped off the turbo lift and walked over to Commodore Pike over at Ops and waited to see if he was noticed. Pike turned and gave a look of assurement at seeing Taylor, and then said, "Lieutenant, glad you're here. I want you to take over Tactical as of now."
Taylor was a little confused and tried to see if he heard right. "Sir, I haven't stood Tactical in eight years. I'm sure your present Chief Tactical officer can handle it."
Pike crossed his arms and said in a stern voice, "Listen. I have no Chief Tac officer. You have seventeen years of Tactical under your belt, so stand your post."
Taylor snapped to attention and with a grin and said, "Aye aye sir." He walked over and started doing his job. It was something he hadn't wanted to do in eight years, but now he was willing to stand his old post.
He started to scan the area around the sector and monitored the Banshee Squadron. "Sir, Banshee Squadron is 5000 kilometers off the Kelvan battle planet. The Kelvans have launched 1200 fighters. Time to intercept -- 30 seconds."
"There are 28 fighters heading to intercept us in us 12 seconds."
"They have fired on us," James said.
Pike yelled at the top of his voice, "Helm! Evasive maneuvers! Mr. Taylor, fire at your pleasure!"