STARDATE 48174.30 - USS Mihoshi Bridge
"Dropping out of warp," Istala said as the crew of the Mihoshi began their part of the plan.
"Lock onto the lead B'Rel, Ms. McKenzie," Geary ordered, unwilling to give the Klingons the chance to consider activating their cloaking devices. They wouldn't risk their prize being taken, plus there was the always reliable Klingon honor that demanded they fight.
"Locked, sir!" Taylor said as she scanned for the weakest part of their shielding.
"Fire!" Geary said.
"Firing!" Nynev said as she unleashed a pair of photon torpedoes. The pair struck the lead B'Rel, its shields holding against the first, but not the second. "Shields weakened. Forward weapons appear impacted."
"Get on its rear, then," Geary commanded Istala, "and keep the other one off of us, Res."
"Aye, sir," Istala said as she began to put the Mihoshi into a series of evasive maneuvers. Geary had seen her work them in the holodeck. Istala Specials. Faster and more agile, the Mihoshi quickly maneuvered on the lead B'Rel's aft, but keeping the second from getting a steady lock made targeting the first difficult. For a time, the ships few, the Mihoshi both predator and prey, exchanging volleys with both. It was a two-on-one fight, but the Mihoshi had more power at her command, able to take more hits to her shields without damage.
"Re-routing auxiliary power to shields and phasers," Nynev said as she prepared for close range combat. The Mihoshi had superior shielding, but Klingon disruptor cannons had a nastier bite. Taylor's next scans gave her the opening she had been waiting for. "Firing phasers!" she exclaimed, and clenched a fist as the shimmery light of the B'Rel's shield disappeared. "Shields are down!"
"Hang on!" Istala yelled as the second B'Rel struck home. She had waited a beat to long to give Nynev the best shot and it cost them one hit too many. "Structural damage in the secondary hull, starboard side!"