On the ISAV Desmond
"Shields are down!"
"Gravity is down on deck 7 section 31!"
"Fusion reactor 4 offline!"
"Aft Tertiary fusion turret controller is damaged!"
"Injuries reported on deck 3, calling dispatch"
"Sir! we have taken a hit, it seems to have played hell with our shields and then collided with the aft structure!"
"I can see that, weapons status!"
"25% sir!"
"good enough, bring us about! prepare to fire at whatever just attacked us!"
"Shields are down sir!"
"Then activate the secondary shields! you are professionals! do your damn job!"
"Yes sir"
The ISAV Desmond begins to turn around to face the ship, its fusion turrets extend from inside the armor, charging and locking on to their target, if sound could travel through space, a very deep thwum would be heard as the shields cycled on and were charged to full, the Desmond closed the gap between the ships in mere seconds, other ISA ships now beginning to ready weapons, time seemed to stop, one ship versus four hundred, the odds were so heavily stacked against the ship that it would have been comical had the circumstances been different.