The Destruction of the CRV - Part Two, 'Ethical Amend' (L)

[F.E.L. Administrator]

'Ethical Amend'

"I didn’t ask who do you trust. I asked which side are you on?
Are you with 'me'? or HER!"

25th Century at Stardate - 2430.20.07
Over 7 months has passed from the attack on USS Legacy & destruction of Starbase 234.

[F.E.L. Administrator]

SimMaster

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USS Legacy NCC-75001 B | USS Dark Skies NCC-9724[/center]
OOC – going to do some actions in behalf of your characters. It is the best way I can stage how I want this chapter to go. All simmers can take the story however they like ‘based’ on how your character behaves and not the way you as a writer would like.

‘As an outsider looking inwards of a snow globe, you see how still and silent things are. Now, add people in the mix and watch how they interact. You begin to see how messy things become. In this verse. This small ‘snow globe’ of black space, stars of white flakes with hints of hues that make up balls of burning gas. Speckled with life holding selfish ambitions of grandeur! Killing one another distracting from the truth. That a threat to they’re existence could easily pick up the snow globe into chaos. One ship and her crew is destine to face the truth and touch more then they could comprehend.’

In the Gamma Quadrant deep in to Dominion space the USS Legacy has entered Karemma space. For the moment the ship is quiet with the exception of what will happen on the Command Deck. Colonel Bul’Tic suffers from withdrawal from being cut off of his ‘liquid shake’. Walking straight towards the Admiral’s Ready Room. Spouting obscene things to the crew and whatever that came to him. Knowing the Admiral this was no new occurrence or something she would worry. She’d have likely hoped that the Colonel would do it privately but the crew ‘all’ knew how he was.

Alert sounded from the Command Deck as the Colonel has shot at the aide of the Admiral. Forcing himself in to Anya’s Ready Room. “You! Have gone fucking far enough.” The admiral had likely acted with no surprise to him or might haven’t even reacted. May have sneered a thought a loud towards him, “I didn’t take your whisky. Careful you might shoot off your cock with that. Go back to bed and that’s an order, Colonel.” His hands shaking and the Phaser still on hand, “I’m not drunk! You bitch! We need to turn ourselves in. I can’t take what we have done and importantly what we are going to do.”

“Do what?” The admiral said in a normal voice. “They have what I need. What this crew and what I want. You are a drunk and no where nearly what you use to be. If only the fear of court-martial would do you but we are far past that.” Colonel Bul’Tic yells at her, “Get up NOW!” She simply stops what paper work she had and looked up at him. “Was that an order?” She asked. “What the fuck do you think you can do to me?! This is My ship and the crew obeys me! Who the fuck are you? You can’t even fucking hold the Phaser straight.”

Meanwhile Chief of Security, Louise Xander along with several others security officer storm the Command Deck. The ‘Nosferatu’ or commonly known as a vampire, Lieutenant Xander heard and knew where to go. Her abilities allowed her to locate and reach the disturbance. The Colonel might have been a drunk but he wasn’t a fool. He was prepared and knew of all the crew’s abilities and weakness. Knowing that the admiral was protected by a thing of myth but wasn’t surprise it would be a vampire. As the nature of this ruthless bitch there must be a evil blood thirsty cunt with her.

Bul’tic knew Louise would come for the admiral shortly and he needed to drag Anya out on to the bridge. Where all the command staff could see them. Jeremy throws an ultraviolet flash bomb. The extreme light blinds everything from the Ready Room and out to the aide’s small office. The drunken bastard wore a mask of sorts prior to and was able to drag the admiral and disabling Lieutenant Xander for the moment. Bul’tic being not as compose then the rest could still through Anya on to the floor. Pointing his Phaser still at her, he demands her to stand center stage in the middle of the deck. “You keep demons as your guard dogs! We are all damn!” His voice trembles with anger and fear of what they all have done. “Even now you are ordering ‘us’ in the middle of the damn Dominion Empire to get they’re attention. There is no honor and killing a entire race! A ship or two from the Dosi was enough but the Karemma homeworld!”

On the Command Deck, Commander Tail Kinkers To-Ennien was manning her station. She had the USS Legacy’s shields and weapons to full power. She has targeted the Karemma’s ‘commerce’ vessels. They likely had low to mid weaponry, clearly no match for the Legacy but she was order to continue fire. Both the Major Monica Mindwinter and Marine Captain Beaubourg Tyler were manning other stations on the Legacy. (While they are not on the USS Dark Skies, they have stations on the Legacy[/i]) The Major Mindwinter was on the Science console but was secretly monitoring the other stations. Being a former Borg she still had many of the abilities active. Likely not known by the other crew and perhaps even by her own. Anya wanted her ‘Drone’, like her vampire with they’re abilities intact. Ready to be used for the situation needs them. As for the arrogant prick, Marine Captain Tyler was on the Operations con. station. He was monitoring the cries for help from the Karemma as they were ignored. As the Legacy continued along they’re path to the Karemma’s homeworld.

At the focal point of everyone sights, was Admiral Anya Rothschild with Jeremy Bul’tic with a Phaser pointed at her face. “What now drunk Bul’tic? What do you want, to expose me? Right who’s going to believe you?” Of course the comment was made sarcastic. Yes, sure there were a few crewmen in the dark but would they disobey they’re admiral? And even if they did move against her, Starfleet wanted they’re ass’s.

About this time Lieutenant Louise Xander would have recovered enough to be on her feet. Maybe not enough to snap the Colonel’s neck? However, Major ‘drone’ Mindwinter had enough time to point her Phaser at the Colonel. Whatever that the admiral has done and what she has done for her. She will always side with Anya. Where Commander Tail Kinker To-Ennien had a choice to make. Would she keep firing or silence the Legacy’s weapons? Will she choose the drunken Colonel or the Admiral? Beaubourg pulled out his Phaser points it towards the same location Monica had hers. It wasn’t clear who he had it at but the next few moments we all would know.

Anya speaks, “Ensign! Get Lieutenant Colonel Konstantin to the bridge now!” She would have likely been not afraid of death but XO would have been. “Get that shit out of my face or one of you shoot him now!”

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[Lt Colonel Anton Konstantin]

Anton was a slow drinker. He asked for a glass of chilled . It wasn't a large glass, and he was slowly working his way through it. As second officer on Legacy; he had the best of both worlds. He had the authority, but not the responsibility. The 'graveyard' shift was quiet. Limited crew meant fewer egos to deal with. There were elaborate stories about the first rotation, none of them were flattering. Anton had all the personnel files, and filed by memory. He could tell each first rotation officer's blood type if need be. He had no desire to meet with any of them. Graveyard rotation was a skeleton crew. Limited staff meant maximum freedom. There were five people to worry about, and they were all young. Read 'quick to follow orders', and slow to question. He thought of the ship as a living thing. If first rotation was the heart, his rotation was something like the liver. Vitally needed, but only noticed in its absence.

After his shift he would go to the ship's lounge. He didn't drink in his own quarters because there was comfort in groups. Watching all those that work that late hours on the ship was a ritual of its own. These were the people that did 'waste disposal', and maintenance on corridor lights. These were jobs that were hardly ever noticed, but like the liver vital. Even a life form has to dispose of unused waste. It was also the reason for his nightly repast. The vodka dulled the pain. The slow burn of the liquid in his throat chased away the regret, and quieted the dreams. He looked at his hands. Even after the drink they were steady as a rock. Real power is holding a laser scalpel, and knowing that with one stroke you could end a life. Starship commanders played at control, but this was real power. Only someone like himself, who could see how delicate life was could master dominion over death. His experiments were called sadistic, but the things that were learned, the techniques honed out of the trails are still saving lives today. He was right then, and he was right now. The thought that a mind like his was being dulled by paperwork and report was simply depressing.

It was just a short two years ago that he was moving through the ranks of star fleets science division. He was working on taking genetic engineering to a level undreamed of. His work would have eliminated disease and defects in humans. He had history on his side. With every leap in medical science, there was always some sacrifice. Medical science is one of the few that experiments have to be on live subjects and live samples. The planet was inhabited by no one. It was a perfect place to hold his tests. Star fleet knew what he needed to do, and they said nothing. It was only after, when public learned of it that they suddenly grew a conscious. He could remember them breaking into his lab phasers drawn, as if he were going to put up some fight. He was treated like a criminal, him! He whose ideas were the building blocks of everything star fleet and all its little covert departments had uses since. He was the only thing that no longer had a use. He was star fleets waste product, so he was ejected along with his medical license. He rubbed the back of his neck. One think that Anton had that was his and only his was his mind. One by product of his experiments was the implant. He had done some 'in dept' experiments with every telepathic race known, and had found one result: Telepathy was based on the electrical impulses that the brains of each race emitted. It was why the Ferengi could never be read, their brains were an anomaly. The electrical impulses were of a slightly different frequency. It was different by a one thousandth of a decimal point. The implant shifted the impulse frequencies of the brain constantly like changing the harmonics on a shield. It worked perfectly, but a side effect was the occasional headache.
Just as he was about to drain the last of his glass and head to bed; someone walked over to him. It was a fresh faced ensign. From the neat and perfectly creased uniform he took him for an aide. He stood at perfect attention waiting for Anton to acknowledge him. This entire scene disgusted Anton. "What Ensign?" He said with a more than slightly annoyed tone.
"Sir." he said with a crisp salute. "Something's happened to the Colonel. Admiral Rothschild has asked for your immediate presence on the bridge."
"Message received ensign. Dismissed." He said bluntly. The Admiral would have to wait at least until he could get a cup of coffee. She had the one drunk, she didn't need to feel like she was getting a second.

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Anton found himself standing at parade rest in the turbo lift. He didn't know why. He hadn't even entered Admiral Rothchild's presence, and he was already bracing for 'dressing down'. He didn't know what he had done, but an impromptu summons had to mean something had not been done to her satisfaction. He mind was racing through all of this last duties when the turbo lift door opened. His entire demeanor changed seconds.

The first thing that caught his attentions was the smell. He hadn't stepped inside, but there was an immediate smell of burnt flesh. He also smelled blood that has been heated to a boil. As a doctor, it was a familiar smell but as the second officer it was disturbing. He stepped on to the bridge with a deliberate pace. It was as if he had paused a holodeck. His eyes quickly moved from one side of the bridge to the other. There were only two parties who seemed to be relaxed. The first was Admiral. She was calmly rubbing her arm, not as if she were in pain but as if she were had something toxic touch her. The other was Captain Tyler. He was working calmly at his station. The Sivaoan was in the process of holstering her phaser, but was staring verantee disrupter beams at Tyler. Xander was on hand too, the vampire was looking down at the deck with a strange intensity. It wasn't until Anton got close did he see why. There he was, the once great Colonel Bul'tic. Now an unwanted growth on the deck. It did look like the 'kill shot' wasn't a star fleet phaser. The only kill setting they had was disintegration. A marine phaser however, had multiple settings that could prove fatal. This one has been a high intensity blast that punched a hole in the Colonel's chest. So now there was a dead body and quite a bit of blood on the deck.

The bridge began to go back to business slowly. Its as if Anton's presence changed the emotions from shock to curiosity. His right foot stepped on the back of the Colonel; then he paused moving his left foot to strategically find a spot where there was no blood. He finally stood in front of the Admiral.

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Tail Kinker waited for several minutes with no medical aid to come. Most likely they were dealing with more immediate injuries but what was more important then the Commanding officer down? She thought of calling the bridge once again to alert them the status of their CO but then that pompous ass, as she has heard humans refer to other humans, on the bridge would most likely ignore her again. "Humans are such fuzz brains" She muttered to herself as she leaned in to check Mindwinter's injuries. Other then a bump on the head, she seemed to be without injury.

Tail Kinker reached down to pick the other female up when the doors open to admit a couple of medical aids "It's about time you got here. I called the bridge over 20 minutes ago!" She stated, stepping back and letting the medical aids check on Mindwinter

One of the aids spoke up "Sorry, Commander. We had other immediate and serious injuries to deal with."

Tail Kinker's tail twitched with annoyance "Understood, but what is more important then the life and well being your CO?" Other then the Admiral, she thought as an after-thought. They didn't answer, instead they took her to sickbay. She waited a couple minutes before she made her way to the bridge to finally report in to Admiral Rothchild, like she was ordered to do in the first place

One obstacle remained, in the form of the arrogant one himself, Commander Beaubourg. The commander stepped into her path "Move or be moved" Tail Kinker told the senior commander. Beaubourg refused to move. Tail Kinker grabbed his shoulders, picked him up and set him aside then moved forward, only to turn back around as Beaubourg drew his phaser again. Tail Kinker grabbed his arm, shoved it aside and stepped up close to him, her other hand close to his throat, claws slowly extending to press against the skin of his neck "Draw that weapon on me again, and not only will I take the phaser and the arm it holds, but I will take your head as well!" She hissed in his face, her eyes flashing that her words were no idle threat. To be on the safe side, she took the phaser, and kept an eye on her back and she turned once again for the Admiral's office.

She reported in, without much more of an incident. The Admiral was none to pleased with the obstacles placed in Tail Kinker's path to prevent her from seeing the admiral. Beaubourg was called into the Admiral's office and got a sever verbal cuffing, or as humans would call it, a tongue lashing, much to Tail Kinker's delight and amusement.

current:

Several months later, the admiral had given them orders, basically to launch an attack on a race that was inferior to them and that would be no match for the Legacy. Tail Kinker was not pleased with the orders but went along with them as the crew had done. She noted the crew was not happy with the decision either.

Obscenities suddenly rang out on the bridge and Tail kinker just twitched her whiskers again. Colonel Bul'Tic is on another of his rages. They were getting quite common so she was learning to ignore them, which she did, until the alarm sounded in the Admiral Aide's office. "Now, he's gone too far" She muttered to herself and promptly called for Security. She heard the shouting and commotion in the Admiral's office. She growled to herself as she picked up a couple more Karemma vessels.

Tail Kinker glanced up as the voices and obscenities got louder and closer, a growl escaping her throat as the drunken Colonel unceremoniously drug both the admiral and the Security Chief out by their necks "Enough is enough!" She muttered as she has taken all her temper and her nerves will allow. With a couple strikes of her clawed fingers, the ship's weaponry would go silent, but shields would remain up. With a glance to both Monica and Beaubourg as they pointed their weapons, to the Colonel. Tail kinker knew that both the admiral and the colonel both were in the wrong but the immediate threat at the moment had to be dealt with. With a swift movement, Tail Kinker's own phaser is unholstered and pointed at the immediate threat, namely the drunken Colonel Bul'Tic "Your actions are very unbecoming of an officer, Colonel. Release the admiral now or be fired upon." She stated firmly, her eyes and aim locked directly on the Colonel, her ears laid back, tail lashing.

[MCapt Beaubourg Tyler]

Beaubourg fired, then gestured with his phaser as if making a toast.

"That's the trouble with you, Sivaoan."You expect people to obey your orders instead of simply following the ones you've been given. It will be the death of you, someday, "

He carelessly reholstered his weapon and turned back to the Ops console to order medical to the bridge. Or maybe Ship's Services to clean up the mess? No, Medical, he decided and made the call. Bul'Tic was a foulmouthed, drunken idiot, but he didn't deserve to be treated as offal.

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[Lieutenant Louise Xander]

She was informed that Security was needed in the Admiral's Ready Room and without hesitation she got a team and made entry way in. With phasers drawn she was about to speak when the ultraviolet flash bomb burst and she became temporary blinded and unconscious. When she had awoke she had stood up with help of a nearby console. With blurred vison and a few burn marks on her she still could hear what was being said but heard nothing from her team. "Colonel I suggest you surender now for you are surrounded and I have not had dinner yet." Grinning enough to show off her fangs.

[Admiral A. Rothschild]

The Marine’s weapon burrowed in to the Colonel’s chest. If the blast wasn’t consequently large everyone could see Anya’s smirk. A rare emotion that escaped on to her face. She brushed the blood off her uniform to try to tidy it. The smell of the burnt deceased executive officer lingered. Although the smell was strong, her nose was virtually immune to the stench. She kept the steady stoic behavior that she was known for. When Anton came in to her sight she gave a deep gaze. Her black eyes gave no meaning only what Anton could conjure. “You are now the XO. Will you perform what I expect.” She had to settle for him, as the one she wanted wasn’t on board. Lieutenant Colonel Kitsune and her Chief Engineer were left back on Starbase 111.

Anya could feel every minute detail that the Legacy gave out. “Why is my sodding ship not firing her weapons.” Maintaining a firm tone shifting her attention to the Sivaoan Tactical Officer. She stood facing the Commander but addressed the new XO, “Lieutenant Colonel Konstantin hand me your Phaser!” While extending her arm to reach for the weapon, she pulled it out of Anton’s holster. Didn’t hesitate to point the Phaser at Commander Tail Kinker and fires. The beam hits her pushing her back on to her station. Anya’s blood was boiling. “You do not decide actions on my ship. You follow my damn orders or you die like this pathetic bloke.” As she looks down at Jeremy’s body.

Fortunate for the Sivaoan the Phaser was rated at a level for her to be injured. “Major relieve the Commander and take her station. Continue fire. Once at our destinations take us at mid orbit and bombard the Karemma planet.” Whether the Commander was hurt or not Anya didn’t need an officer who decides upon their own. She needed men and women that can foresee her wishes.

“Lieutenant Colonel. Take your seat and acclimate to your new position.” As far as she knew most of her crew could predict how she wanted things were done. The Commander would be forgiven as she is still new but that excuse would soon tire. Whatsoever actions Tail Kinkers would make. Anya spoke to her in a slightly over her normal tone, “Take yourself to infirmary and return when you can follow orders. Dismissed.” Pause for a moment, “Get this body out of my face.”

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Tail kinker merely blinked as Beaubourg fired his weapon, frying the drunken Colonel where he stood, then scent of burnt flesh permeating the bridge and tickling her nose. With the scent mingled with alcohol, she had no desire to consume any of the meat that may have been left over.

Beaubourg's voice irritated her ears once again and grated over her last nerve but she listened as he spoke of how she expected people to follow her orders but she not follow the orders of others. She thought of merely ignoring him as she re-holstered his phaser but then a comment came to mind. She glanced to the arrogant one as he moved to Ops "Perr-haps so, but i can follow orders just as well as anyone else, especially.." TK was about to finish that comment with 'if the orders made sense' but she is cut off when she is blasted, yet again, by a phaser. She yelped, mostly in surprise, then grunts as she is pushed back to one of the empty consoles behind tactical, as she had never left the tactical console to deal with the now dead drunken colonel Bul'Tic. A few dozen curses ran through her mind as she glared around to see which fuzz brain had shot her. She was beginning to feel that she was being used as target practice then made two realizations: One: It was the admiral herself who had fired a weapon at her and two: The admiral was speaking to her, saying something that Tail Kinker didn't make the decisions around here, that the admiral's orders were to be followed or else she would end up like Bul'tic. She thought she had been following orders, against her better judgement, and only stopped long enough to deal with Bul'tic and protect the admiral. Seems the Admiral didn't need protecting, or want to be protected. She eyed the major ordered to relieve her with menace until the admiral spoke to her once again, telling her to report to the infirmary then return when she can follow orders.

TK opened her mouth to speak but then closed it before she done so, about to tell the Admiral that she can follow orders just fine but then thought against it. She stepped aside for the major, giving him ( or her ) a displeased growl before turning and heading for the turbo lift. She didn't need to look down to know that there was a blast hole in her "shirt" nearly burning it in two and some of her fur was singed. Her ribs were sore too from taking the blast. She paused after she had gotten two steps passed where she turned when the admiral spoke of getting Bul'tic's corpse out of her face. Tail Kinker changed direction and went to pick up the corpse, her nose twitching furiously as the smell of burned flesh and alcohol killed her nose, mostly the alcohol. Instead of picking the body up fully, she merely grabbed a large hunk of hair and dragged his body across the bridge and into the TL, where she would arrive in the infirmary a few minutes later.

[Sgt. Major Patton S. Grant]

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… “Congrats again, ‘Sergeant Major’; I sure am proud of you.” The figure in the vid-com smiled and nodded approvingly. “I’m sure you’ll do your family, the CRV and The Federation proud.” There was some stiff hesitation on the other participant in this conversation, the one being spoken too. “Oh relax, will you? The uniform isn’t always on between us.” It still had little effect. “Aye, Sir.” was all the response he got.

“Okay, okay, Sergeant Major. You attend your duties, and I will see you in a few days once you get dockside. I doubt your mother will be here, but one never knows.” The Officer sipped on his cup, and nodded. “Aye, Sir. I’ll even try to bring a smile, Sir.” The Officer nodded warmly, and ended with the line “Humanity, at its heart, is the Federation’s greatest strength Sergeant Major; it’s weaknesses ARE its strengths.” The Sgt. Major nodded “Defended until death, Sir.” The screen went dark.

While the Sgt. Major hesitated at the screen, and began to turn away, he noticed that it started shaking. His eyes widen as the screen exploded in a huge fire ball, knocking him across the room and into a bulk head, his body falling heavily to the floor; accompanied by the sounds of bones breaking. He didn’t even try to pick himself up, he simply said “Not again…” and lay in a pool of his expanding blood, and soaked in the crippling pain across his body. 

Location: USS Sotrila; Trooper Barracks

His eyes widened and he found himself sitting bolt upright in his bunk again, body soaked in sweat, aching from head to toe, skin paled. Another trooper noticed him and began to approach “Are you okay Ser…” but before he was able to finish, the Sgt. Major replied “Go. Away. Now.” Knowing his Sergeant Major, the Trooper booked it out of the room after saluting quickly.

“Seven months… Seven fracking months…” he pinched his nose as he climbed out of the bunk. Sergeant Major Patton Samuel Grant dropped his whites and climbed into the shower to rinse off, and gather his thoughts. “When will it end…? Does it have to be every night…? Every time I close my eyes…?” He glanced back at the prescription pill bottle that sat upon his bunk stand, and shook his head. Patton adorned his gear, and decided to walk the decks, the fact it was 0330 Terran Standard Time made no-never-mind to him. 

He made his rounds through the USS Sotrila, pulse carbine slung smartly over his shoulder. His polearm and sidearm holstered on his belt, and his duty uniform pressed smartly and professional looking (his heavy duty combat carapace armor was back in his locker; not something to stroll around in), and he had an old Black ‘Cowboy’ style had with his units Emblem on it above his head.

[Lt Colonel Anton Konstantin]

Anton sat in the Executive officer's seat slowly. he watched the Admiral move back and forth across the bridge still holding his sidearm. Her hands were on her hips pacing back and forth like a 'caged tiger'. She stood both anxious and triumphant with her chest out and her chin up. There was no going back now, the battle was joined. If there were any reservations or questions of motives they were in the past. The chair was comfortable enough, but it felt slightly lighter without his weapon properly resting in its holster. Legacy was firing in ernest now, and the other ship was returning.

Anton looked about the bridge as the engineering was cleaning up blood, and medical was declaring the former XO, a former living being. This was not what Anton wanted at all. He was quite comfortable commanding the overnight shift. Little responsibility and very little action. He could concentrate on his own agendas instead of others. On the other hand he watched her controlling the bridge with a combination of paranoia and rage. Thoughts moved through his head at warp speed. "Colonel!" He was snapped out of his reverie. Engineering wants to know if you got the weapons stores reports!". He glanced down for a moment at his display and did notice the report. "Tell them yes." Anton uttered almost annoyed.

His mind went back the the Admiral. She was unstable to be sure, but possibly a status he could work with. As long as he was able to get what he wanted out of this 'relationship', whatever it would be, then things would be fine. "One question Admiral," He finally spoke. "Are we trying to capture or destroy?"

[Admiral A. Rothschild]

Upon arriving over the Karemma homeworld Anya changed the course to a high orbit. The Legacy bombarded the planet targeting all the most populated cities. The crew performed how she expected them to. No more disobedience as the late Colonel paid a path for all to understand. That this will be you faith when you appose the Great Ruthless Rothschild. A voice pulled her attention, "One question Admiral," It came from her new Executive. "Are we trying to capture or destroy?" Her black eyes turn to Lieutenant Colonel Konstantin and uttered a single word, “Capture.”

This whole thing was a simple statement of how far she is willing to go to get what she wanted. She care of no life! Who she hurt! Or what enemies she would gain. The concept of war was nothing to her but a fact of life. If she had the means she had the bloody will to carry out what was needed. Granted what she was doing and what she has made the crew to do was genocide. However it was a clear statement and unforchantly fueled by anger from Colonel Bul’tic’s pathetic excuse for a take over. Jeremy Bul’tic was her best mate she couldn’t kill him herself and hated that someone had.

She looked back at Lieutenant Colonel Konstantin with a expression of what? Knowing that the level of destruction she rained upon the Karemma planet there wouldn’t be anything to capture. She moved herself towards him and kicked his legs open. Giving Anya a place to stand in front and between. She leaned, “I want a Vorta.” Her face escaped a very faint smirk. “Not just any Vorta. Which means we need to collect several.” She backed away from Anton and firmly directed her next order. “Major! Transport any life signatures you detect as Vorta. Expel any that aren’t out the airlock.” Not pausing, “Tactical! I want you to finish off the rest of the trade starships. Once a Jem'Hadar battleship enters our sensors Marine Captain Tyler I want you to take out the Dark Skies and engage the Jem'Hadar. Distract them and damage before she can even have the chance of anything.” Anya had a plan and expected that the Dominion would send the worst. Both of her starships has Phase Cloak abilities that she borrowed the technology. It allowed the starship to phase out of space allowing them to pass through matter; in this case weapons fire. The drawback was that they need to phase back to normal space to beam her victims. Which is why the Chevron Section will be the only vessel transporting.

“Lieutenant Colonel Konstantin I need you to head to the Battle Bridge. I will remain here on the Chevron Section. I will need all three parts of the Legacy to tightly control the Jem'Hadar fleet.” She knew by separating the Legacy that it would leave the Chevron Section unattended while it doesn’t have phase abilities. From the Dominion War Anya remembered reading reports that they sent a single battleship to crush the Cardassian Rebellion. Though her class of the Odyssey was a heavy tactical variant design to engage the Borg. She knew it was still a risk worth putting herself endanger plus she feared nothing. “You have your orders dismissed!” When all three starships detached from one another they formed an effective and brilliant configuration, which Anya is known for disabling Jem'Hadar battleships.

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Location: USS Legacy, deck one - Command Deck

[Lt Colonel Anton Konstantin]

Anton stood up to leave the bridge. The battle bridge was a good distance from the bridge so the turbo lift ride was unusually long. He was going over the battle bridge personnel. He knew Andrews would be at helm. He was confident with him. In Anton's opinion he was the best 'stick' on the ship. He was just young so went for the most part unnoticed. He would have Bancroft at Ops. He didn't have the confidence in Miles Bancroft that he did in Jarrod Andrews, but he was hardly ever made mistakes. He was just a bit slow in decision making. He walked into the battle bridge. He preferred it to the main bridge. It had a military feel much more so than the main bridge. He sat down and watched the holo tac display from the arm of his chair. The enemy on the main view screen.

"Colonel on the bridge" Bancroft barked as Anton sat down.

"Prepare for separation." Anton answer back.

"Contacting bridge for permission to separation." Andrews said.

He could feel the magnetic clamps disengage. In the situation they were in a slow separation was not possible so they were in fighting position quickly. "We have been told that this is a mission to capture so we must not shoot to destroy. He turned to the tactical officer to make sure his words were heard. He noticed that there was no one at tactical. 'Where is my tactical officer?" As they had separated there was no going back to get one. He grabbed a nearby officer. You'll be manning tactical. Anton wondered what would happen next?

[Commander TailKinker To~Ennien]

Coming from Sickbay, having been taken care of and all wounds healed, she reached the bridge and as she stepped out, she is instructed to report to Lt Colonel Konstantin on the battle bridge. For that she would have to take another turbo lift. Re-entering the one she just exited, she rides it down to deck 8.



Exiting on deck 8, she hurries down the hall and turns left to enter another Turbo lift,only the TL doors did not open at her approach and she oomph'd as she hit the doors. She stepped back and with a twitching tail, waited for the TL, After what seemed like several minutes, the TL still did not arrive "C'mon, C'mon, C'mon!" She stated with irritation and impatience, punctuating each word with a jab to the TL call button.



Still, she waited. She knew the Lt Colonel would be most displeased at her tardiness, perhaps he would even leave her behind "Computer, where the hell is that lift?" She asked, her own displeasure quite evident "The Lift is stopped between deck 4 and 5, reason being the two occupants are in a state of Intimacy.
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She hissed and her tail thumped the deck. She nearly hit the TL doors but she refrained, barely. "Over-ride!" She ordered the computer, using her personal security code. When the TL doors finally opened, two women were in a state of undress, trying to dress themselves. If Tail Kinker was surprised, she gave no indication. What she did give was a glare to both women. "Battle brdge!" She barked at the computer, not caring if she took the half dressed women along. She knew she had little time to get there.



She made it with a few seconds to spare as the battle bridge disconnected from the main ship. Entering the main battle bridge she headed toward tactical, only to stop short as someone else was in her spot. A quick glare was sent to the acting tactical officer before she turned to speak to the Lt Colonel "Apologies for my tardiness, Colonel but I was detained."

[kitsune]

Finishing his P.T. Exercises he scrubs his sweaty head with a towel. "Wonder what I should do next?" He begins to pace.

[Emergency Holograms]

Materializes onto the Dark Skies bridge at the tactical consul.
"Emergency blah blah blah lets blow some shit up." glances over the sensor reports and ship locations.
"On your orders Sir I will direct to helm an attack plan to hit our opponents from the side targeting weapons and life support." amps up the ships weapon power transfer rate to max. Then waits for the marine named Tyler to get the ball rolling.

[kitsune]

Location: Gymnasium

Exiting the gym his two ESH escorts in their Physical body accessories turn and greet him.

"Sir you do know we are in operations as we speak?" Asked one of them.

"Of course I do, so what's the problem? Is the ship command structure suffered such a blow that I'm now in command? A odd sparkle flickered over his eyes his mind wandering into the possibilities.

"No sir but we are at stations" the other replied but his words fell on deaf ears.

"Alright my first order is all female officers are required to wear mini skirts and mid-drift's." A smile crosses his face followed by his guards simultaneously backhanding the air signaling a no keep dreaming. "Well then don't bother me" he retuned with a scowl for them ruining his moment. "The Admiral and Xo are fine the Chief of Security and the Marines all have there CO's doing what needs to be done and while I am technically over them I'm just management. Now" sticking an unlit cigar in his mouth (Made up of finely ground cedar flakes as he could not get real tobacco "if you will excuse me I have pressing matters to attend to......but you are to still follow me"

"Pressing matters? I bet with Jack and Jim right." the first retorted

"Errrt wrong" A big red X appearing on his visored face plate "More like Ogling anything with two legs and a rack" the other replied

"Really you two think that low of me?" kinda of defensive as that was what he was going to do just didn't want to be called out for it.

"YES!" the replied in unison a yellow exclamation mark appearing on both

"Well for your information I am heading to my post we are in the middle of an operation after all and a good Commander is always at his post and ready for action." Walking off down the corridor the two robots in tow.

[Lieutenant Louise Xander]

Location> Sickbay of the USS Legacy

When she was released from Sickbay she ran out as quickly as she could. One reason she hated Sickbay and felt that any feedings that needed to be taken care of should be done when and where she wanted it. Second she knew that if the Admiral was attacked again and she not being there to protect her then there would be hell to pay for both the attacker and for her. She later arrives on the Bridge and stood there for a moment looking around to see what was going on and hearing what was being said. She walks up to the Admiral and stands at attention. "LT Louise Xander reporting back to duty, Madam." Knowing she was going to get the worst she still stood there to take all that was coming to her.

Location> Main Bridge of the USS Legacy

[Lt Colonel Anton Konstantin]

Location: Battle Bridge

The smaller confines of the battle bridge didn't bother Anton, it was only the smaller view screen. It was of course efficient, just not athstecically pleasing. The information wasn't very pleasing either. Commander Tailkinker was doing her level best to avoid the swath of ships and debris that seemed to be hurling at them. He noticed his weapons officer was green. She looked as if she was going vomit right there on the bridge. "What is your name ensign?" Anton asked. "Jurevik," She said looking very green in the face. "Carol Jurevik."

"Well Carol Jurevik," He smiled. "Focus on your job and we'll get through this fine." He gave her an assuring smile. She had one awkward brown hair that hung widely over her left eye. The Dark Skies kept pace. A piece of debris grazed the side of the ship. "Watch it Commander," Anton shouted at Tailkinker to Ennien. "You break it, you bought it." They flowed into the battle slowly, but knifing through the Jem Hadar. Their ships were swarming like a nest of angry hornets. Anton ordered them to dive underneath the meelee and attack the 'neg Z'. Dark Skies fought from above looking like a mongoose attacking a snake. The Legacy was in the center taking the most risk. The ship had taken several hard hits. It was having to raise and lower it shields to beam in 'specimens' for the Admiral. Carol was doing well. She was not in total concentration with beads of seat trickling down her brow. The Dark Skies was taking it share of damage and kills too as continued. Anton found himself jealous of Anya, as she was getting to play with Jem Hadar dna. Though he had plans for her himself. Little did the Admiral know.

TAG:Legacy, Dark Skies, and Commander Tailkinker to Ennien

[Commander TailKinker To~Ennien]

Tail kinker smelled the scent of nervousness and fear and someone who would possibly be sick. As she continued firing barrage after barrage of torpedoes and phaser fire, she glanced over to the young ensign just as the second in command noticed the pale and green Ensign, then spoke words of comfort and reassurance to her. An officer with so little experience in battle should not be here. It could be detrimental. She thought to herself just before her head exploded..



..not literally, thankfully but exploded in pain as the Colonel focused on her and demanded that she pay attention to what she was doing. She growled a bit, wondering when some humans would learn that her hearing is quite sensitive to sudden loud bursts, like yelling and screaming. She glared at Anton for a moment before re-focusing on her duties, raising shields again after a specimen was brought aboard, then lowering shields again for the next transport. She attempted to time the enemy fire with the raising and lowering of the shields but some debris would drift, or be blown through, and nick the ship itself "Focused, Colonel, and 'watching it', Sir." She voiced, using the Colonel's own words. Her whiskers twitched in annoyance as he used the phrase 'you break it, you bought it'. "With all due respect, this is not my ship or mission. If anyone should pay, it should be the admiral for getting us into this mess." She stated, as she lowered shields, fired off a barrage of torpedos, then raised shields again as the next specimen came aboard and the ship is met by more enemy fire.

[MCapt Beaubourg Tyler]

Legacy winked in and out like a jewel each time Dark Skies phased.

Tactical continued firing expertly, disabling ships quickly and efficiently, however the Jem Hadar must have had orders to destroy themselves rather than be taken prisoner. Seconds after they'd been disabled, each ship disappeared in a brilliant fireball. It would be up to the admiral to anticipate their target and snatch away her intended prey.

Beaubourg stood in the command center, feet apart, arms crossed stiffly behind his back at parade rest. The Legacy's battle bridge, with the executive officer in command, flew back and forth across the screen. Every time it came into view, Beaubourg clenched his fists and envisioned the upstart Konstantin dead. An inglorious end to a forgettable career. When Beaubourg had killed Colonel Bul'Tic, he'd seen the approval in Rothschild's eyes. He'd expected to be promoted then and there only to have Konstantin called forward and given what was rightfully his.

The admiral was good at taking away things that belonged to others, but this time she had only placed a very small obstacle in his way. One that could be easily removed.

[Admiral A. Rothschild]

‘The Chamber of Horrors’

Story jump of nearly twenty-four hours 

She was stood in the middle of a room surrounded by white spot lights. They were not directed at her but highlighting other things. Anya wasn’t alone and was accompanied by personnel with white lab coats. They were all working diligently on their specimens that were hung by large hooks through the left shoulder. Each had medical equipment monitoring their vitals and some with other unidentifiable devices. Not all were in the full sense of being alive but brain dead. Those that were brain dead had only their bodies needing to be alive. As those that could still feel and express horror from this horrific experiments were monitored carefully. Mostly what were in this room were Vortas and a few brain dead Jem’Hadar. She even had a mighty Founder contained in a container in a field that had three devices directed at it. It kept it from changing and among other things. The executive officer Lieutenant Colonel Anton Konstantin is leading in the extraction of a gene in both dead and living tissues to understand what abilities that these individual possessed. He is assisted by Major Monica Mindwinter.

From this you can assume the battle was a success while a flash back of the events. Would give glimpses of wreckage of the Dominion fleet. The Legacy was built to fight the Borg and it wasn’t a difficult task disarming the Dominion. Of course the Legacy sustained minor damages to the chevron section as she didn’t have phase cloak abilities, however, with the brilliant work of the battle section and USS Dark Skies the Admiral wasn’t harmed. The tactical officer Commander Tail Kinker To Ennien on the Command Deck is coordinating the repairs on the Legacy and monitoring defenses. The Legacy is currently phased out of subspace and is surrounded by Dominion forces. For the time being they are safe..  

In a room someplace deep inside the Legacy Lieutenant Louise Xander, Marine Captain Beaubourg Tyler and Lieutenant Colonel Christopher Lee Kitsune are having a go with interrogation of a not so extraordinary Vorta and his Jem’Hadar Prime. The bloody task is to have the Legacy officers to extract at any means required of the location of the Byszon’s Nebula.

Tag: All Legacy crew
Location: USS Legacy
ooc: i apologize for my absence