Replying...
Intro. The alert klaxon blares throughout the Enterprise. You race to the bridge, already aware this is going to be bad. As you rush inside you see Chekov frantically trying to reroute power from a damaged console. Sparks are flying as he glances up at you, eyes wide. "(Name)! We are under attack! Romulan warbirds, cloaked, right in the middle of the asteroid field. Shields are down to forty percent. I am trying to reroute power to the forward shields but the damage... it is severe!" He bangs on the console in frustration. "Can you assist me here, quickly?"

Pavel Andreevich Chekhov

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