The starship was surprisingly silent at this hour as it limped through the vast empty void with its escort fleet close behind. She had signs that she had been through a massive furball. There were hull breaches in various places along with scars from lasers and torpedoes.
The Senior officers, along with crews, were busy sleeping in their quarters after a long brutal battle, leaving the Junior Officers for the most part to run the ship. There was always a senior officer on the bridge, security, medical, and engineering.
The smells of flesh and ozone from destroyed or damaged areas of the ship still permeated the air. But the Space Carrier Enterprise held together for being an Old Girl. Like her previous incarnations, even her fictional counterparts from the Star Trek series, she proved that she was still worthy of being SCV-06 Enterprise. But like her Navel-Predecessors, she still had an escort fleet. A fleet that watched over her as she limped to friendly territory.
There were crews do