The Killing Fields" (Part 6 of 6)

July 13, 2832

The med team had taken Lieutenant Harris to sick bay and Devore looked around to see the ship was now in shambles. "Computer Damage report!"

Toran limped to Tactical and accessed the ship's systems. "Warp drive off line. Phaser Banks destroyed. Slipstream Off line. Minor hull breaches on Decks 6 and 5 and Cargo Bay Two has a hull breach. Emergency force fields in place. Shield emitter couplings are fused, and we have many wounded, 5 killed, and more unaccounted for."

Captain Devore looked at Lieutenant Toran, "I know of one." He said quietly. "Well Lieutenant. We have got a mess to clean up! I will be in my ready room."

July 15, 2383

It had been two days since the battle with the Borg fleet had ended in a victory not for Starfleet and not for the Romulan Empire but for all humanity. The Leviathan was hard hit and was almost destroyed on one of her first voyages. Ironically, it could have been her last, but due to the ship's design and resourcefulness of its crew, it survived. Devore sat in his ready room pouring coffee down his gullet trying to stay awake. He had been up for over two days. He looked at the damage reports and tapped his combadge, "Lieutenant Hansen. What is the status for our propulsion systems ?" He asked

[Sir. I've just restored full power through out the ship but I haven't had a chance to start on the engines.]

Devore didn't like the pace of which repairs were going but due to the skeleton crew they were preceding as could be expected.

There was a beep at his door which Devore commanded to enter whomever. He was so frustrated that he didn't really even care anymore. It was Lieutenant Toran. "Captain we have restored communications, but still don't have transporter power," Lieutenant Toran said as he entering Devore's ready room.

"What are we going to do ? We have suffered heavy damage and we just now restored full power after two days ?"

"Well, sir it will all work out hopefully." Toran said.

The door chimed and Devore said "Enter."

The door slid open and in a clean and pressed uniform was Harris who walked in slowly. Devore stood up and smiled and walked over to Harris. "Grant it is good to see you. It's comforting to know you're okay."

Harris just looked at him and said, "I am sure glad to be out of sick bay. After all this is where I belong not in some hospital."

Devore gave him a smile and gave Harris a tap on the shoulder.

"Lieutenant. I am going to ask you to meet Transporter Chief Benson in transporter room one. Assist him in repairing the transporter. Then if you're up to it, go see Ensign Hansen in Engineering. You could probably be able to help him get the warp drive on line so that we have some warp capabilities. Don't want your engineering skill you learned as chief engineer at DS4 to go to waste. We could use your expertise."

Harris gave a look of joy and said no problem and walked out of the ready room.

[Captain we are being hailed by Starfleet command.] Lieutenant Rashad said from the Bridge.

"I'll take in here," Devore replied.

Devore turned his view screen on. It was Admiral Beard.

[Captain we thought you were destroyed. What ever happened there you can fill me in on later. How are the repairs coming along ?]

"Uh. Okay Sir. No problem."

[Good. Listen, I know that you have had a great set back, but what you did was of grave importance. We are sending the *USS Loraquette* there to take over diplomatic relations. You and your crew go to Riza or something and rest.]

"Sir. We may be able to do that, but we have at least four days of repairs, if not more."

[Fine. Do what you must, but take it easy. You have earned it. By the way, I would like to see your report as soon as possible. Beard out!]

Devore sat down and looked at Toran. "Well, Old man. Looks like we need to put a little fire underneath our butts. Lieutenant Hansen. I'll be down in 15 minutes to help on the warp drive. Devore out."

[Acknowledged.] Hansen said from engineering.