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Alejandro flicked switch after switch until he was in complete control of the ship. There was barely anybody left on board except the piloting and a few engineers. You could never be too careful with any damages that could come along.

After all these years of driven training, he could finally unleash his piloting skills. Drive away the Klingons from most of the battle. This was his shot at performing any action he wanted without having to follow any Prime Directive.

"Get ready!" Alejandro shouted into the communication speaker before he took action.

Pulling down onto the lever causing the ship to jolt upward. Sand particles floating upward at the ships sudden jolting before he pushed backward and pushed down a few buttons. Sending him darting away from the rest of Starfleet.

The whizz of the engines igniting in his ears as he adjusted himself to the plan. Distractions were now his top priorities of helping the stopping of the war. Just as his screen ignited with a red alert glowing.

Not to his surprise, three of the known nine warbirds were trailing after him. Canons at the ready to fire at any move he'd make next. But he had more piloting skills, at least he hoped so and that he hadn't jinxed anything

"Keep this ship up and moving! This is going to get very messy!" Alejnadoe warned to the lower deck of piloting and engineering, "Shields up!"

"Yes, sir!" A few voice answered back, but he didn't have time to acknowledge them.

He pulled upward into the sky, the screen blinking back to show the warbirds were following him. The ship flying high into the clouds with the engines being pumped but the warp core. He just needed a plan.

A plan.

A plan.

That's when a light bulb seemed to blink violently over his head. Causing him to reach over and tackle the side of the helmsman's console. Pulling on a few sticks causing the ship to swerve around swiftly.

He sat right back down in his cockpit only to cause the ship start piloting backwards. So he could see what the warbirds were doing. Enough to signal when the engineers needed to fire and lock onto those warbirds.

"Fire!" He ordered, not wanting a warbird to try and go underneath them. That would definitely end with a significant number of damages to the starship.

As green blasts tried hitting the ship, some just grazing the top. The Klingons weren't prepared for their canons to start shooting. The engineering bay had immediately gotten to work after Alejandro's orders.

Red, hot blasts zoomed towards the warbirds. Only two were lucky to have swerved out of the way just before a shot hit them directly. The third was met by a blast shooting right through the middle of the left wing,

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