Tarnh managed to keep his footing as the latest barrage of enemy phaser fire sheared through what was left of his ship’s port shields. The blood-red lighting of his command bridge fluctuated for a moment before dropping, leaving the room shrouded in eerie blackness. As emergency power flowed and light returned, Tarnh turned to face Girra, his executive officer. Her face was grim as she met his eyes over her tactical console. He’d seen that look before, just once, when they were locked in battle…