UFS Joyeuse
Battle of Andoria, T+12 Minutes
The bridge of the Joyuese was a picture of professionalism, a calm crew exchanging reports and monitoring their stations. In the background the high-pitched whine of the phaser banks was a constant accompaniment to their work. Lieutenant Hadley at operations was splitting his attention between the status board and the targeting sensors, anticipating which of the swirling Birds-of-Prey would next enter the Excalibur-class starship's forward arcs.
That was the disadvantage of these high-speed tactics, Commander Robert April mused, that the necessity of evading pursuit from the frigates and light cruisers in the Federation line inevitably meant their momentum occasionally carried them into the line-of-sight of the heavy cruisers. Admittedly the Joyuese's aft phaser bank was still doing most of the work, and he was starting to get a little bit tetchy about the readings from the aft emitters. "Captain," he reported. "There is an increasing beam dispersion in the aft banks. I recommend a thirty-second coolant cycle to bring the temperatures down." The ship rocked gently, a Bird-of-Prey's dual disruptors raking across the starboard bubble.
"Shields at 73%," Lieutenant Chin-Riley observed. "No damage."
Captain Cornwell nodded. "Aft phasers, cease fire. Mr Hadley, keep an eye out. Any update on the cruisers."
"Aye Captain, aft phasers ceasing fire." Hadley checked his scopes. "The light cruisers are engaged at the center of the line. D7s still hanging back. Wait - we have a bogey coming up our port. Bird-of-Prey, they're going to overshoot."
"Ready tubes one and two, standby forward phasers."
The Bird-of-Prey swooped past the ship on the right, it's path curving across the bow of the Joyuese. The pair of photons launched almost simultaneously, a pair of cool-blue sapphires slamming into the smaller ship. The first splashed against the dorsal shields, but the second bled through the bubble with the effect of a hammer, the smaller ship's left wing jerking sharply down. Almost wobbling on its axis, the Bird-of-Prey flipped over to face the Joyeuse in a move that saw a scintillating blue phaser beam sweeping through empty space.