...One look at the console, and the remains of the officer that had been manning it told him they were firing independently and blind. There was another immense explosion that shook the ship’s frame, and the phaser fire stopped.
He looked at the viewscreen and saw how the ship was spinning. He averted his eyes; it made him dizzy, though the stabilizers kept the worst of the spin’s effect from being felt. Ignoring the screen, he looked around the bridge. It was a shambles; very few of the crew were still alive. A moan from the conn indicated that the captain still lived, but the growing puddle of red fluid below the chair told Kelsey that life was slipping fast if he didn’t do something to stop the bleeding.
He got to his feet, only to be knocked down again by a third set of immense explosions. The kaleidoscope of colors on the viewscreen caught his attention. A fighter ship flashed by firing as it passed. Giving up on walking, he crawled to the conn.

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