OOC These collection of events Follow Operation: Roadblock, just before the “Battle of Jupiter Station” in The Fujiwhara Effect more will be added as time goes on, just super swamped IRL.
The Address
All Hands; this is Captain Barron.
We are in-route to Jupiter Station in the Sol System to link up with Starfleet Command in a last-ditch effort to stop the entity known as ‘The Other’. Intelligence reports confirm the Alexander and Kerasarge were the only two to escape from Task Force Once….the October and D’Ishae did not make it.
Furthermore, a secondary Task Force of 7 more ships of the 38th Fleet were reported lost in engagement to the Other. Starfleet Command has ordered all other ships to remain away from the Sol System, in preparation for potential fallout of this attack…in essence; Us, The Kerasarge, and what coalition remains in Sol are all that is left to stand in the way.
I will not lie to you, our tactical threat assessment of ‘The Other’ has not changed, there is no super weapon waiting for us, no exploit we have suddenly uncovered to combat this cosmic threat. Starfleet Command assures they still have an Ace up their sleeve, but in order for that to work, in order for there to be hope in the universe, we must hold the line. We must stand strong in the face of unimaginable odds, for our families…for our friends…for our loved…and for our lost. For the Future Generations to come, we must stand strong here and now, and be ready to lay down our lives if need be to protect that, which our fellow friends and colleagues have already sacrificed for.
What we are hoping for, is a Miracle. But I for one believe in miracles. I have seen so many of them come when every other indication would say that hope was lost. Hope is never lost. After the devastation of Wolf 359, no one could imagine we could stand against the brute force of the Borg. Qo’nos was all but done for when the Undine readied their planet killer against them. Earth was on the verge of destruction against the might of the Iconian’s in the greatest war we have seen in our lifetimes. Yet in every instance, against the bleakest of odds, we continued to fight, and at the end of the 11th hour we found redemption…we found hope.
We may not see it now, but I have hope that we will see through to the end of this conflict. I have hope that our allied galaxy can stand against any threat, no matter how great. I have faith, in each and every one of you to do what is right, to act in the best interest of our future and stand with me. I understand some of you may be scared, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified myself. And if you truly feel, you cannot make that sacrifice today, that you cannot give 100% to this cause, know that I will hold no judgement against you. Shuttles are being prepared now for any who wish to evacuate…
But I am not leaving. The Senior staff, is not leaving. Not because of orders, not because their not scared, but because of the oath we all took to uphold the principles of our office, because of those who already sacrificed so much to get us to where we are today, because If we cant stand as one in the face of oblivion…then who will? In less than an hour, we will join others from around the galaxy. And we will launch the greatest ‘Last Stand’ in the history of the Federation. We cannot be consumed by fear, but united in our resolve.
You are not asked to throw your life away to delay the inevitable, you are asked to fight for our freedom. Freedom, not from Tyranny, Oppression, or Persecution, but form Annihilation. We are fighting for our right to live, to exist! And should we win the day, it will stand as an additional pillar of unity, when the galaxy stood as one and declared in one voice:
We will not go quietly into the night!
We will not vanish without a fight!
We’re going to live on!
We’re going to survive!
All Hands, Ready your Stations! Let’s show this ‘Other’ who’s reality this belongs too! Lets Remind these Terran Bastards why WE are called the PRIME Universe!
Even among the bulkheads, and thick plates of Neutronium plating, a roaring eruption of cheers could be heard echoing all across the ship. Jupiter would be the last stand for the Alexander…No more Running…Orders be damned!
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