They do, but with a battle...

The away team all ran passing the dark, dimly lit bulkheads and corridors as fast as they could. Hoping to reach the final part of this mission and beam back to the safety of their ship. Each corner the anticipation and fear rising within them as the crew peered down each intersection awaiting an ambush that would never come. It was almost eery the effect it was having on their nerves.

Rounding a few more corridors before finally getting to the entry of the mess hall. Walking up to it half expecting the doors to open automatically and almost slamming their faces into it noting it was sealed shut too. Tarsi once again fired, lighting up the creases in the door, awaiting the onslaught they were to behold. Splitting up, they flanked into two groups leaning around the door frame.

Three Klingon soldiers were conversing with each other and laughing from the confines of the room. Quickly they round the corner. Pierce barrel rolls behind a bulkhead as the others dive behind shipping crates as they fired their phasers.

"Don't let up!" Tarsi yelled firing a shot at one of the three soldiers knocking him out cold.

One of the Klingons lands a direct hit to Pierce's shoulder and he winces in pain falling to the floor. Scorch marks could be smelled in the fabric of his uniform with parts of his flesh burned as well. T'Met runs to the Captain's side to apply a pain stimulant so he could continue. "Fascinating," the Vulcan said.

Groaning in some slight discomfort now. "What is so fascinating about a distruptor blast?"

"Typically, Klingons do not set their weapons to stun. Usually they're set to vaporize." Pondering she looks back at him. "The only logical conclusion is they don't want us dead, at least not yet anyway."

"Hmm, that gives us the advantage then." Pierce stands up getting the remaining Klingon's attention as Tarsi and Gaila fire putting a stop to the fight. The two Klingons slump to the floor.

Pierce rushes in and the door opens. They can hear talking around the corner once they are inside. Quietly they move in. Hiding behind the wall as the Envoy is talking to Captain Kor, the Klingons, and the Na'kuhl operatives.

"Take those Starfleet officers out now or you'll regret it Kor! Do not toy with them. History has seen them to very...irritating" Envoy said.

Kor snorts and laughs at the shadowy figure, "Who are you to command me, a Klingon warrior? I will do as I please on my terms." Growling at the Envoy's barking of orders, he was about to say more when Kor notices something out of place.

As the Envoy's hologram communication fades out, Kor sees the Starfleet crew. "Ahh, what do we have here?" He peers at them as they lean around the corner, phasers drawn and ready.

"If it's a fight you want Starfleet, it's a fight you'll get. I promise you will die a warrior's ****," Kor says smiling.

Sorely outnumbered, the away team begins to fire on the Klingon and Na'kuhl warriors. A shot connects with Gaila and she's rendered ****. T'Met and Tarsi are engaging the Na'kuhl when Klingon's rushed in behind them hitting their necks putting them out of the fight as well. Pierce is swinging at Kor, punching his chest without much effect. Kor laughs, uppercuts the Captain and punches him in the gut before putting both fists together and swinging his strong arms up to Pierce's face knocking him out cold to the ground.

As the Klingons were about to take the crew away, they were transported off the vessel. Kor laughs as this happens noting their cowardice for later. "As bad as Romulans..." he insulted them. Suddenly as the beams finished evaporating the Endeavor crew off the ship, the bombs are remotely detonated.

Outside the vessel, the blue hue of the tractor beam breaks down until it fades out completely freeing the Endeavor. As it breaks free, the Klingon ship floats away partially adrift from the structural damage sustained from the charges.

On the transporter pad, Captain Pierce and the away team awaken a few minutes after materializing on the deckplates. "Thanks Daniels."

"No problem Captain. Until we meet again..." Daniels says as he activates a miniaturized transponder and transports away to parts and times unknown.

Pierce shakes his head, putting his hand to his forehead slightly in pain. "Okay, let's head to the bridge. We aren't out of the woods yet."

The four of them head around the corner and enter the turbolift. Moments later arriving on the bridge. "Damage report!" Pierce yelled.

The bridge crew heads to their designated stations preparing for the fight for their lives. Captain Pierce sits down in his command chair, swiveling to Gaila.

Gaila checks the console and reports, "No casualties Captain. We're being jammed however from reaching Starfleet Command to warn them about the cloaking technology."

"So we have full mobility Tarsi?"

"Affirmative Captain. Course?" Tarsi said.

Smirking with the thought of this situation he finds Admiral Garrett's ship. "Fire on the ship at these coordinates. This should even the odds freeing the Admiral's ship."

Tarsi aimed the phasers and photon torpedoes and let loose a barrage on the enemy vessel. The tractor beam fizzled and faded out letting the starship go free. The view-screen came on and Admiral Garrett appeared. "Captain! Thank goodness you're still with us." He paused grimly, "Unfortunately we can't warn Starfleet."

"I know. We're working on that, but we're going to have to stall the Klingons to allow some of us to escape. Too many are decloaking as we speak." The two commanders shared a look of understanding between vessels as Pierce began again. "We'll hold the line sir."

"Godspeed Captain and good luck. We'll make sure the fleet never forgets you or your crew." The image looked sad but nodded in understanding before fading out to the view of the armada of Klingon ships.

Turning about, the Endeavor comes about facing the enemy. Admiral Garrett meanwhile was helping the rest of the Starfleet vessels free themselves from the tractor beams. The Klingons, noticing the tactics converge closer on the Starfleet vessels ready to blow them out of space.

Captain Kor comes on the viewscreen, "Ahh so we have one ship in the fleet that's not a Romulan coward! You will die with honor and we shall share blood wine in Sto'Vo'Kor." Peering beady eyed at Pierce and his officers.

The Captain motions to Gaila to cut the transmission. "Alright people, I'm not going to lie to you. We very well may not make it out of here alive. However, if we do, we'll die serving the fleet, saving our comrades, and our families." He pauses to let it sink in and reminds them of his admiration, "You are by far the best ship in the fleet as far as I'm concerned." He looks at them and nods, "Let's get to work."

"Ahead full impulse, evasive maneuvers, fire all phasers and torpedoes. I want their attention 100% on us." Pierce commanded. Flanking the Klingon's, phaser fire was rampant and directed as intended at the tough Constitution class vessel. It was working drawing their fire from the Starfleet armada. Damage was hitting all over the ship. Communications over the ship-wide radio was a constant barrage of screaming or shouting orders.

All the enemy ships were following them now, allowing the other surviving Starfleet ships to leave as they began de-cloaking around the Endeavor. They were completely surrounded with no where to go. The onslaught continued as the ship was beginning to break apart.

Captain Pierce looked at his console on the arm of his command chair. Casualties coming in left and right, the disruptor fire damaged the nacelles, warp drive inoperative with a warp core breach imminent. Shields just about gone and structural integrity too.

The fleet was now gone having gone to warp moments before. They were utterly alone and doomed to die. Standing up, Pierce walked behind the helm and waited as he watched his crew on the bridge. Knowing that soon, it would be all over. And that was when everything went white and the ship exploded in a massive fireball in space. Gone forever...