The initial part of the fight went as planned - a Battleship against two opposing frigates?  Hardly a fair fight.  He nodded, responding to Admiral Kol's compliment.  "Thank you sir, but I'm not the one doing the shooting."<br/><br/>Everything was going well - until the explosion rocked the ship.  Allan's first thought was what had happened, but that was replaced by the call over the comm of the partially blocked autocannon feeder.  Hearing it was the number three cannon, he sighed in relief - Bill Coleman was chief gunner for number two, meaning that he was nowhere near the explosion.  But, they were still his people, and he needed to check them.  "Number three portside, report."<br/><br/>The voice of Ron O'Rourke, the station's chief gunner, came back.  "Feeder's blocked, Weps - we'll need to slow the firing rate to stop a jam."<br/><br/>"Understood," the CWO responded.  "Damage control will be there shortly - tell the boys to help where they can, and where they can't, to get the hell out of the way.  Any injured down there?" He knew there were, he just needed to know how many.<br/><br/>"A few, sir."<br/><br/>"Very well, any that can't do their jobs are to report to sickbay - any that can, are to stay until ordered."<br/><br/>"Understood, sir."<br/><br/>He turned to see Kol's visage, and command regarding the Gauss Cannon.  His own expression turning dark, and his eyes now angry, he responded.  "Yes sir."  Spinning up Larry White, the chief of the Gauss Cannon, he spoke to the gunner.  "Mr. White, once those frigates are in range, commence fire.  And no misses - I want one shot, one kill.  That understood?"<br/><br/>"Yessir!"  White's country accent came over the comm.  "We'll get 'em!"