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Time was slipping away, each passing second more precious than ever before. Lt. D’Arcy felt the weight of their mission bearing down on her as she desperately searched for the codes to the drone ships. Doubts began to creep into her mind; perhaps this whole operation was a mistake. If they failed, there would be no second chance. The stakes were high, and the pressure was taking its toll.

As the smug smirk played across Cethin’s face, Lt. D’Arcy’s determination burned brighter. She knew the Romulans underestimated their human enemies, never thinking they would attempt something so audacious. Little did they know, luck was on their side. Victory was within their reach.

Time seemed to stretch on, five agonizing minutes passing with no sign of success. Lt. D’Arcy’s disappointment and anger grew. She couldn’t let her team, Starfleet, or Jonathan down. She had believed in herself, but the enormity of the task overwhelmed her. Nevertheless, she had to come up with a plan. They had to secure their captives, discover a safe way out of the tunnels, and face the consequences of failure.

“Gentlemen, we’re out of ti…” Lt. D’Arcy was about to admit defeat when her screen suddenly illuminated, displaying the codes for every drone ship. Relief flooded through her as her nimble fingers raced across the screen, transmitting the information back to the Enterprise.

Onboard the ship, Archer was on the brink of ordering their team to retreat when T’Pol interrupted with the astonishing news. They had the codes. In an instant, the shock melted away, replaced by determination. They now had control over a fleet of powerful ships, capable of transforming into anything their hearts desired. Archer wasted no time and swiftly asked how long it would take to gain control.

“As of now, all systems are under the Enterprise’s command. Lt. Reed should be able to control their weapons,” T’Pol replied, her hands gracefully flying across the controls.

Archer’s burden lifted, and he released a visible sigh. He knew exactly what he wanted. “Romulan warbirds. Let them turn on their own kind,” he said, settling back into his captain’s chair.

“With pleasure, sir,” Malcolm smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

In an instant, the dormant drones came to life, transforming into magnificent green warbirds. Lt. Reed pressed a switch, activating the disruptors. The Romulan ship that had toyed with the Enterprise was now met with retaliatory fire. Their targets exploded one by one, ensuring there would be no rescue calls or reinforcements.

Meanwhile, on the ground, the achievement of Lt. D’Arcy’s team had not gone unnoticed. The Romulans in the control room were aware of the stolen codes, and they had no intention of allowing themselves to be tied up. With a primitive ferocity, they launched themselves at their human captors, their strength overwhelming the Starfleet officers.

Determined not to be overpowered, Danaë’s quick thinking led her to destroy the consoles, rendering the stolen codes irretrievable. Chaos erupted in the room as bodies clashed and phase pistols fired. Amidst the pandemonium, Lt. D’Arcy found herself face-to-face with Cethin, the Romulan leader.

In a swift, fierce exchange, Lt. D’Arcy took down her adversary. As his life slipped away, the chaos seemed to fade, revealing a room subdued. The surviving Romulans were either dead or subdued, while only three humans remained standing – Lt. D’Arcy, Major Forrest, and Sgt. Carmine.

With the Romulans tied up and their mission achieved, the task at hand was clear. They needed to discover a way to the surface and rendezvous with the ship. However, it wouldn’t be easy. Cethin had already alerted the station, ensuring their escape would not be as simple as walking out…

As the lieutenant glanced at her remaining comrades, a surge of determination coursed through her veins. They would not falter, even in the face of adversity. They would discover a way to escape and rejoin their ship—failure was not an option.

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