Bridge
'On it.' Jada acknowledged curtly, already tracking the fighter. Suicide runs were familiar to Orions, they were an honoured tactic. She just didn't understand what this Jem'Hadar could possibly have to die for. But it was him or them, and if he was so willing to die, then she had no guilt in obliging.
Switching targets, she quickly got a new lock and fired twin phasers at the onrushing fighter. But the enemy craft weaved about both axes, dodging the blazing orange beams. It was getting close. Hissing, Jada divided her phaser locks: one still on the fighter, the other circling it by a short distance. Closer now. She fired again, the Jem'Hadar veered aside, right into the path of her second phaser. Too close.
The fighter exploded in orange flame and purple plasma, twisted debris and one spinning Jem'Hadar body, off the dorsal bow, Moments later, a muffled rumble was felt through the floor and heard from the roof above. Jada bared her teeth in an exultant grin. 'No worries, captain. Shields down 8%, minor hull scoring.'