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Post by Haemis McTavish on Nov 1, 2015 3:25:06 GMT -5
Location: Deck 2, Conference Room, Bridge
Haemis watched as the exchange played out between the Captain and the Admiral, looking between them an eyebrow arched in curiosity. He nodded as the Captain dismissed them and stood vacating the room certain that things were about to get more interesting. The buzzing in his head was starting to intensify again. He felt inebriated somewhat from the medication they had given him down in sickbay but he was clear enough to continue his work. He moved over to the engineering station and activated the displays, pulling up the Damage control assessment board to see where he was needed the most.
He found that wave guide down at sickbay still had not been completed yet so that was his next stop. He spotted Rai coming out of the room. “Lieutenant Commander Rai, I’m sending the damage control data over to you, right now we’ve got a team down trying to shore up the hull around that breach from the gantry we took with us. If ye can find anyone with welding skills to send down there that would be most helpful. Getting the hull patches shored into place is probably most important especially if were to see combat anytime soon.”
He glanced back at the console sending the damage control data over to her in an internal system message that she can access when she was ready. “If ye send anyone else to my assistant he should be able to task them. And if’n ya need me for anythin’ specifically let me know!” he pointed to the blinking power wave guide. “Imma go an get sickbay’s labs back in order for the time being!”
He was about to leave the bridge when the Admiral suddenly came out of the lounge and started issuing orders. His eyebrow rose out of curiosity, waiting to see what was to happen next.
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Sgt. Major Patton S. Grant
Junior Member
"Nobody ever won a war dying for his country, you make the other poor dumb bastard die for his..!"
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Post by Sgt. Major Patton S. Grant on Nov 1, 2015 7:31:33 GMT -5
Location; Sotrila's Conference Room
Patton could see the odd and uncomfortable looks he was getting some several of the crew members, he didn't much care; he was used to it for several different reasons.
He also knew that for a not yet so identified reason, Admiral Grabfoot's mere presence made him un-easy, and agitated.
Location; Sotrila's Conference Room
OOC: Not much to post on
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Nov 1, 2015 19:32:38 GMT -5
Location: Sortila Conference Room:
"No, Captain. I disengaged the link when Kate decided to try and take over my ship. Kate is a formidable... woman, both mentally and physically. I wanted to avoid getting a mental lobotomy then try and fight her for control. There are other ways to punish her when we catch up to her, not that you have punished her enough.
As for tracking my ship, not at the moment. I can re-establish the link, perhaps without Kate knowing it, and attempt to get a navigational sensor reading and attempt to narrow down where she has run off too."
Stanton stood stock still. He looked at the admiral in the way of a fly floating around him wanting to be swatted into its final death. His words were like a jab directly into Stanton’s heart. He could feel an anger well up inside him that like a heat. It was the first time that he felt…rage in a long time. It was a fire that he had felt recently, but hadn’t remembered what it was. He didn’t know If it was Grabfoot’s initial response or the second almost pathetic attempt to save face. He was gone from the rom before Stanton could react. He heard him bark the order to engage. It was funny because they had already engaged towards the last known whereabouts of the Legacy…Dominion space. Stanton had long past pushed those inconsequential thoughts to the back of his mind. He had focused his mind directly on Kate.
In that single act he had done more than think. He began to feel. He didn’t know If this was his rage or Kate’s. He found himself at one moment; feeling the power of seduction. He could feel the pleasure of taking control. Feeling all of someone’s hopes and dreams dashed as they feel slow death approach. He also felt the rage of blood, he could smell the familiar smell of burning Jem Hadar flesh, but the feeling that went with wasn’t his usual satisfaction, but coldness. He could feel the killing of the Jem Hadar ships as if those deaths were being handed over to him as a gift of flesh. He also felt the contempt for Grabfoot, was it Stanton or someone else. When he finally came back to his own thoughts he saw Grant standing there studying him as if he were waiting for Stanton’s ok to take a shit. “Get out there, and get us to Dominion space it one piece.” He said in a dangerous tone. “Do not let the admiral wreck my ship trying to retain his.” Stanton said. “Now get out, when we go to Jem Hadar space let me know.”
He looked down at his hands. He only then realized that his fists were clenched tight. They were clinched so tightly that He finger nails had dug into his palms and drew blood. He barely noticed the pain, or that sweat was pouring from him. He was fighting old anger, and that old anger had a new brother. There were other things going through his head, such as why Kate stole the Thunder. She could have modified any ship or where she needed to go in such a hurry. That was not important now. The only thing he craved was blood, Dominion blood, and heaven help anyone who got in his way.
TAG: Major Grant, Sortrila Crew
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Post by Grab Foot Of~Two Dawns on Nov 3, 2015 0:54:19 GMT -5
The Helm officer informed him that course and speed has been set and the Sotrila is already en route to Dominion space and the coordinates that he had given, since the Legacy was also off in that direction. Grabfoot was surprised but he is happy to see the Legacy has been found**** and hoped to find survivors to tell the captain what has transpired.
Grabfoot went to re-enter the conference room, stopping to let Grant pass "Captain, I wish to.." He suddenly stopped and dropped to one knee as intense pain wracked his body. Even though sensors were blurry, he could tell Thunder had taken several hits from the Dominion ships. Apparently, Kate's cloaking technology wasn't as good as she thought.
Grab foot fought to turn off the link but then it suddenly cut out as the main computer and other key systems have been compromised by enemy fire. The last thing he was able to feel is that Kate had decided to abandon ship and leave thunder to a destructive fate.
"Captain" Grabfoot said after a couple seconds, slowly getting to his feet. "Should you need me or if you're able to save my ship, I believe I shall retire to a guest quarters for the time being." With that, he started to leave
Location: Main Bridge, Sotrila Tag(s): STanton Bridggs, Sotrila Bridge crew
OOC SM: ****Who said Legacy was found?****
OOC: no one, and I apologize for the implication
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Nov 3, 2015 21:18:24 GMT -5
Location: Sortila Bridge Timeline: 36 minutes after meeting.
“Captain we have arrived.” The helm officer said simply as the Sortrila lurched out of slip stream. Everyone on the bridge stop what they were doing to look at the main screen. It was set for forward viewing. The sight they saw was staggering. The mas of twisted Jem Hadar ships floating in a dance of sorts. Some pieces were spinning and others simply floating in one position. Stanton knew all at once it was Kate. This scene would appeal to her Drak nature. It was all ‘shock and awe’ with little precision. Ships literally cut in half, as if she extended her drak blade long enough to do the job without a ship. The Jem Hadar corpses frozen and floating around like children frolicking in a forest of broken hulls. Stanton knew Kate had no hatred of the Dominion. If anything she would admire their methods of bending those who would not kneel willingly. No, this wasn’t necessary it was a gift. Somehow, she knew. He didn’t know how or when, but she knew. These deaths were a token. Much like cat presenting it to the human he had adopted. Having been adopted by a few felines himself, Stanton always thought of cats as beings of another plane who just happened to be around for their own purposes. Just as a cat plays with a mouse till it dies, so did Kate play with these Jem Hadaar. In the middle of this mosaic stood The Admiral’s prized ship the Thunder. It was a burned scarred shell of its former glory. She had used her up till the ship had nothing left to give. One warp nacelle emitted what looked like sparks. The other was had lost its fire all together. There was a large chunk taken out of the saucer section as if Kate had taken a bite out of it herself. There were three ships left, but that didn’t matter. If the y could communicate more would be on their way. The Jem Hadar were like a swarm of locust when they attacked. “Ensign,” He said calmly. “Scan the thunder for signs of life.”
“But sir,” The ensign questioned. “It was essentially a drone. There’s no one…” “Scan it!!” Stanton interrupted In a roar. The ensign nodded afraid to utter another word. “Captain,” The ensign said nervously “There are Jem Hadar life signs on board.” “As I suspected.” He said in a low growl. “Jessica,” He turned back to the bridge. “Call the Admiral and let him know its time to get his ship back.” He said in a resolute tone. “And Jessica, “ He added. “Tell him battle dress. This aiin’t no diplo mission. We are going to war.”
TAG: Sortia Crew
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Post by LtCmdr Mehrunissa Rai on Nov 4, 2015 19:53:11 GMT -5
Rai hesitated. She'd automatically responded to the Captain's dismissal but wasn't there a reason she was supposed to stay? Briggs has already turned away, expecting his command to be obeyed. Grant appeared uneasy. She frowned and then followed the others, feeling as if she'd forgotten something. She did not see that one of the shadows she'd attributed to the bump on her head, accompanied her.
She stepped cautiously around the technicians still working on the bridge. Her console, thankfully, had not been damaged. She confirmed which repair teams had been assigned to which sections and reassigned two non-critical teams to Sickbay. It was good to simply do her job. First it had been Commander Phontan who had raged onto the bridge demanding they take a good hard look at the captain's sanity. Then Admiral Two-Dawns had announced that Phontan had somehow taken his ship, Thunder, and now finally Briggs himself had stormed unto the bridge declaring war, on whom, Rai didn't know.
Bloody hell, things were getting complicated.
Location: USS Sotrila, Conference Room/Bridge Tags:None
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Post by Lt Jessica Bensen Of~Two Dawns on Nov 5, 2015 12:26:27 GMT -5
As the meeting was dismissed, saved for the command staff, Jessica returned to her position at tactical. She glanced back up as she thought she heard the admiral raise his voice in agitation and.. almost desperation, as if he were trying to get something done and motivating someone into action.
She watched as the admiral came out, looking agitated, as she suspected and told helm to set course for dominion space, only to find out that course and speed has already been set. The admiral turned to go back into the ready room and Jessica returned her attention to the tactical readings, but then a thump is heard and she looks back to the admiral, on one knee and looking like he was being attacked. She wanted to go over and assist but then she decided against it. The admiral rose to his feet seconds later, commenting that he would retire.
The next thing she knew, the helm officer reported that they arrived at their destination. Before she looked up, she made certain that shields and weapons were active and as strong as she, and McTavish, had made them. What she saw on screen was nothing short of pure wanton destruction, that spoke loudly of her.. of commander phontan. Some ships seemed to be spinning in place. Those would be good target practice, she mused, but there is no time here for fun.
Her eyes then locked on the ship in the middle of the flotsam. It was Thunder, the admiral's ship. It looks as if it had been in a great battle, and took out many ships before it finally succumbed to overwhelming odds. Kate was responsible for this.. and she had the urge to knock her mother into the next Millenium.
The captain asked the helmsman to scan for life signs and the ensign seemed to hesitate. She clapped her ears down on her head, when Stanton repeated the order, bellowing it out at the top of his lungs. She glared at the young ensign, since it's his fault the captain had to raise his voice. The Ensign finally did as ordered, reporting there were Jem'Hadar life signs aboard Thunder. The Admiral will not be pleased, she thought, growling herself. She wanted to go over there and throw everyone of those bastards off Thunder, one by one
She turned to the Captain as he had addressed her, asking her to contact the Admiral and report they're about to get Thunder back.. adding, as the Captain requested, to dress for battle. She got a clipped response from the admiral "That would be obvious, Lieutenant."
"Don't kill the messenger now." She muttered to herself, then to the Captain "The admiral is quite aware, Captain. He is preparing and should be ready to go soon."
Location: Main Bridge, Tactical station Tag(s) Captain Briggs, anyone else
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Post by Captain Stanton Briggs on Nov 5, 2015 23:19:26 GMT -5
Location: Sortila Bridge to Captain's Quarters to Transporter room to Thunder
“Grant, the bridge is yours” was all that Stanton said after that. The Admiral entered the bridge long enough to see what they were up against. The sight of his ship seemed to horrify him. Stanton wished he could understand how he felt, he could not. Stanton only saw a ship as a tool. If you lost one, you got another one. He had stopped back ad his quarters to get his blade. It was one he had taken from a Jem Hadar soldier during his time at war. His father thought time in the field would breed character. Stanton walked around on planets that didn’t even have names, just number designations fighting for ground that he knew had no tactical value. It was when he learned that Star fleet was not where he wanted to spend his career. He made it to the designated transporter room. He was holding a phaser rifle. He had a side arm on one hip and his blade on the other. Stanton had a grim look on his face. This was bringing back feelings he had long since buried. Commander Rai was the first to join him, no surprise. She was efficient, and had an emotionless look to her. Owen came in after Rai looking pensive. The Admiral followed then Haemis finally. He had more tools than weapons. Stanton turned to the group.
“This mission is simple.” He finally spoke. “We cannot let the Dominion have a federation vessel. We don’t’ know how many Jem Hadar are on that ship” He paused. “To that end, we have a primary and secondary mission. The primary: Save the Thunder. If the primary mission fails, sorry Admiral, but the secondary mission will be to destroy the Thunder. Either way, the Jem Hadar must not get that ship.”
He didn’t expect an answer nor did he wait for one. He gave a nod the transporter chief, and they were gone. The corridor of the Thunder appeared in a shimmering haze. One can never describe teleportation. How does one say the world slowly melts in front of you, then becomes whole again. It did not take long for them to be discover. Stanton’s first instinct should have been to use his phasers. Instead he grabbed his blade and charged into the first group. He began to move in a dance. Side step once, thrust then move again. He was fighting, but he wasn’t. It was like someone else was fighting beside him. The first time Jem Hadar blood touched his blood, he changed. It awoken something inside him primal, and feral. He wasn’t just fighting he was killing. He was killing because that’s what he ‘wanted’ to do. The blood splatter just heightened his lust. He was killing them in the most painful way possible, and enjoying every moment of it. Part of him knew that it wasn’t him, but that part of him knew he was in control. It was like someone or something was working with him; adding their strength to his own. It was…glorious. His body began to heat up again. He could feel that heat, but it was like it was projected on to his enemies. When the battle was finally over, the entire team stared at him surprised. “Move.”, was all he said in a dangerous tone. “There are more.”
TAG: Rai,Grabfoot, McTavish, and Morrison
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Post by Grab Foot Of~Two Dawns on Nov 6, 2015 17:29:21 GMT -5
Grab foot entered the bridge with a couple of phasers on his him and a modified bat'leth on his back, the blade was razor sharp as were both points of the weapon. He saw the field of decimated Jem'Hadar vessels but what caught his eye was the condition of his ship. The burnt out husk, he would hate to see what it looked on the inside but he knew between Thunder's abilities and Kate's abilities, they both caused the field of destruction that lay before them.
He heard Briggs tell jr Grant that he had the bridge, his eyes drifting over to the two command officers. He turned and left with the captain but paused to tell Jessica "Watch him." He got a nod from the young woman he called daughter.
In the transporter room, he heard the instructions from the Captain. He seemed to take charge of the mission even if it was his ship. He had no problem with that. As long as Thunder is still relatively in one piece once all the Jem'Hadar was removed. Briggs offered a sort of apology in case Thunder needed to be destroyed. He just grunted
Once transportation once complete onto Thunder. he takes a couple steps forward only to have the captain rush passed him and into a group of Jem Hadar. He watched the Captain as he seemed to be a fighting machine, killing Jem Hadar left and right. Impressive, he thought as he turned and decapitated a Jem Hadar coming to aid his friends. Several more entered the fray, and he engaged them, cutting them down with either his claws or his bat'leth. He even shot several when they aimed weapons of their own at various away team members
Far too soon, he thought when the area was clear but he knew the Jem Hadar swarmed all over his ship. That thought only added fuel to his anger and fighting spirit. Course, he also knew that Kate was very responsible for their current situation and that was so irresponsible of Kate
He grunted as the captain told the others it was time to move on. The fight wasn't over. There were more and he was eager to be rid of them
Location(s): Main Bridge, Transporter Room, Thunder Tag(s) Briggs, Rai, McTavish, Morrison
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Post by Haemis McTavish on Nov 6, 2015 22:16:59 GMT -5
Location: USS Thunder, Unknown Location
Haemis took a moment to let out a long breath as the transporter effect deposited him on an unfamiliar battlefield. He shouldered the Compression rifle as he had many a time before, the smell of smoke, lubricants, and death hung in the air. A mist had taken up residence at about ankle height in the hall. Movement pulled his attention and the sound of metal sliding free of something, he saw something he wasn’t prepared for as his Captain started towards a gaggle of Jem’Hadar soldiers who were not converging on the man, he turned and squared himself ready to fire but stopped lowering his aim to watch what almost seemed like a dance as the man swung the blade with hidden precision.
It was over nearly as quick as it had begun, he watched as the Captain looked back to them. “Move.” His tone was sharp almost like his blade. “There are more.”
Haemis lowered the inquisitive eyebrow and brought up the rifle and started advancing behind the driven man, checking corners as they went falling back on his own experience from long ago. It didn’t seem that long go really that they were all at one point in time knee deep in bodies and blood somewhere in the universe. He shoved down some old memories and continued on after the Captain.
He stopped as they came to an intersection and peered around the edge of the walkway as they came too it he stopped pausing long enough to get a feel for it and continue on after the determined man, he stopped as something caught his attention and squeezed the trigger felling a Jem’Hadar who had been lying in wait to spring a trap of his own on one of his companions. He let a toothy grin grace his features for but a moment watching the soldier slip to the floor. He didn’t like killing deep down but it was a necessary evil. He tried to play it out as if it were a game in his head to try and cope with it, helped him before.
He turned and continued on. It was funny how just a brief moment in time was an eternity in one’s head he thought knowing that only moments had gone by though the exchange and movement seemed like forever. “Life support is likely at minimal judging by the lack of circulation, and the chill.” He said under his breath as they walked on.
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Post by Lieutenant Owen Morriston on Nov 7, 2015 10:57:19 GMT -5
Location: Thunder corridor to Engineering Deck
The smell was the first thing he noticed. The world began to reform as the team appeared in a generic corridor of the Thunder, and the smell hit him immediately. It was so intense it was practically overwhelming. Owen's senses had never seemed as honed as they had lately. He could smell the acrid scent of death. The burning Jem Hadar flesh. The dried blood infecting the ship like a virus. He noticed random claw marks like an animal in heat. There was one smell that stood out among all of them. It was something that he had smelled since coming to Sortila. It was 'her'. She let of a smell that seemed to act as a pheromone to almost every man she encounter, but for some reason it only made Owen angry. He knew this was her work. He watched her set her sights on his captain. The man he saw had a destiny. Owen had this talent as long as he could remember. A talent to find those with potential, and protect them until they could reach that potential. Briggs was a man who saw. He saw the truth of things and never let his mind be clouded, until now. She had done something to him. She has strayed him from the path. He tried to warn in private. Owen knew that Briggs had caught her eye before she did. Now she has called, and he follows without hesitation.
Before Owen had fully processed his environment Stanton was already in combat. He watched him fight the Jem Hadar. Owen was about to charge himself in protection when something stopped him. He watched as Briggs fought,and was appalled. He didn't fight to stun. He dropped his energy weapons in favor of close quarters combat. It was inefficient, and used way too much energy. He looked further,and noticed something else. He didn't fight like a himself. It was brutal. Every move wasn't meant to kill, but to destroy. He was killing not for survival, but .... pleasure. Every death seemed to fuel a fire inside him...fire, Owen thought. It look as if he was catching fire. It also seems that his fighting style seemed familiar,but own had no reason why it did; it just did. When Briggs finally ended his dance, there was nothing breathing. He should have been tired, but he wasn't. He wasn't breathing hard from exhaustion. He was...Owen turned away. He had feelings of his own that were coming the the fore. This ship was not a good place for him. He was having dream that he could not understand, and visions trigger only when the Major or Commander Photan were near.
He moved forward with the group. He watched Haemis shoot one of the Jem Hadar with satisfaction. He liked the Chief. He was very comfortable in his own skin. Owen wished he could feel that way. He was never comfortable. As he picked off a stray Jem Hadar of his own he remembered. When he was younger he always had the instinct to protect. He remember as a teenager seeing a boy punch one of his female class mates. The boy spent three weeks in the infirmary after Owen had finished with him. He had to leave that school, but he always felt the need to protect above all else. They were not making great progress getting to their objective. He wasn't sure how the Admiral felt about the state of his ship, but he didn't seem happy. It had taken longer than expected, but they were near engineering deck when it happened. An alarm sounded throughout the ship. Klaxxons blaring like a trumpet call to arms. Jem Hadar poured into the Engineering deck. They were vastly outnumbered with very little room to move. Owen turned, but escape looked impossible. Everyone knew that the trap was sprung. So why was Briggs smiling?
TAG: Briggs,Grabfoot, McTavish, and Rai
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Post by Haemis McTavish on Nov 7, 2015 23:05:50 GMT -5
Location: USS Thunder, Engineering Deck
Haemis moved around a collapsed bulkhead after the Captain, they were very near the ships Engine room if he figured his bearings correctly. The Captain looked determined in his stride as he moved forward. Haemis adjusted his grip on the rifle, something didn’t feel right. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck just as the Alarm Klaxon’s began to blare. He could hear the sound of booted feet upon the decking coming from all around them. He turned swinging the rifle toward the rear to cover them from behind, he moved quickly back to the damaged bulkhead setting the weapon using it as both a shield and to steady his aim. “Come ye bastards!” he muttered. “An eye of it ye get!” he waited for one to break around the corner.
A lone Jem’Hadar was cocky enough to come flying around the corner, he too raised his weapon and fired down the corridor causing Haemis to squint his eyes. His finger tensed and the Jem’Hadar stiffed falling to the floor gurgling on his last dying words. His finger twitched time and time again felling Jem’Hadar after Jem’Hadar. “Come on Ye Bastards! IS THAT ALL YE GOT!” he yelled out, his voice bellowing down the hall.
The air began to get hot as he continued to fire, some to suppress and some to kill. He could hear the flurry of activity behind him growing as his comrades were likewise engaged.
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Post by Grab Foot Of~Two Dawns on Nov 8, 2015 0:19:06 GMT -5
Grab foot continued fighting until the entire deck was clear, or so he thought. Suddenly an alarm went off and then they were suddenly surrounded by Jem Hadar. Grab foot clawed, scratched, tore, gouged, and bit body parts off and if he could, beat other Jem Hadar down with the body parts he tore off
His leg got pulled out from under him and he went down, he felt several Jem Hadar trying to club and keep him down. They were trying to overwhelm him but then, he's always endured more then most. He's even endured an evening with Kate and lived to tell the tale, figuratively speaking. That kind of endurance, he thought, was rare.
Someone tried to pull him up, but he didn't catch who, then the person was dragged off him and tried to get beat down themselves. Whoever it was did enough of a jump to where he could get to his feet. Those 6 Jem Hadar kept pummeling him but he thought of them taking his ship, he thought of Kate taking his ship, He thought about Kate using and then discarding him all those years ago. That fueled an inner fire that had been on a slow simmer.. until now. With those thoughts and with a burst of adrenaline and fury, He rose up with a deafening roar, throwing those that was pummeling him off and scattered them in any direction. That paused the advancement of the Jem Hadar for a second, but it was the second he needed to grab his bat'leth and start swinging in a wide arcing circle "GET... OFF.. MY... SHIP!!" He thundered, with each swing, thrust and jab, another Jem Hadar falls to his blade.
Location: Engineering Deck, USS Thunder Tag(s) Rai, Briggs, McTavish and Morrison
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Post by Haemis McTavish on Nov 8, 2015 22:54:21 GMT -5
Location: USS Thunder, Engineering Deck
The sweat was thick on his brow as Haemis continued to fire, smoke began to mix with haze and the mist which hovered upon the ground, the smell of Ozone and Burnt flesh filled the air. His finger continued to twitch trying desperately to suppress or kill anything coming down the hall towards them. He could both feel and hear the battle growing closer behind him, an odd sound caught his attention just after a door opened somewhere behind him. The wound of dull thuds landing against a body, he hazard a glance behind him for but a moment just long enough to catch a glimp’s of the Admiral throwing several Jem’Hadar from his prone body as he rose to his feet.
He brought his attention back to the corridor just in time as there were three Jem’hadar soldiers running at them giving off a battle cry. He flinched at the sheer ferocity and stupidity, and began to unload down the hallway again. He fell two of them before the last was upon him. He ducked under the swing from the Jem’hadar allowing the blade to go over him. He came up with the butt of his compression rifle landing right on the alien’s chin lifting him from his feet and then followed through with a front kick sending his foe to the ground. He spun his rifle and fired just as the Jem’Hadar had as well. The heat of the round passing over his shoulder and hitting the ceiling behind him was a sobering reminder not to get distracted.
He ducked back to his right setting up to begin firing again. One of the Jem’Hadar peeked from the distance and Haemis knew that he was either going to shoot or run to the next point of cover. He waited, and as the Jem’hadar sprung from his position he squeezed the trigger, and blinked. Nothing happened. He looked down at the display and it was blank. He keyed a power up sequence into the thing and nothing happened. He pulled back on the cover plate for the power source and it was painfully obvious that it was either exhausted or damaged. He shook his head and slung the weapon drawing his Phaser and as he looked up they were already upon him. He was able to shoot down the first but the second knocked the weapon from his hands. He brought them up in a ready stance and as the Jem’Hadar lunged in to skewer him he knocked the weapon aside and followed with a one two combination to the man’s chest and face. The Jem’hadar raised his weapon and just as Haemis was sure he was dead a blast streaked past him catching the Jem’Hadar in the abdomen pitching him to the ground.
Haemis glanced behind him again surprised but for a moment and picked up his weapon quickly firing at the next group coming. He fell the first two before they could reach him and once again was confronted with a hand to hand situation. He quickly sheathed the Type II Phaser and moved toward the first this time spinning and kicking the Jem’hadar sending him backwards into his companion putting him off balance.
The Jem’hadar being a little more battle seasoned pushed off his companion lunching with his weapon, Haemis had no choice but to let the Jem’hadar continue on or be impaled, he send the Jem’Hadar into the bulkhead behind turning to face the other who was coming he heard the thud of the other hitting the wall behind him. He grabbed the Jem’Hadar’s weapon as he stabbed at him with it, he pulled it back along his body and hit the Alien across the chest with a hard fast thud, and followed through with another to the face, he turned the Jem’hadar’s weapon back on him firing it into his chest.
Haemis watched him fall as he began to turn back toward the other, he felt a strange sensation in his right shoulder. It was suddenly sharp, intense pain which drew his eyes down. He could see the tip of a blade sticking out about an inch for a moment before it was retracted, he didn’t waste a beat knowing the killing blow would likely be next. He fell to the ground spinning, he could see the confused look in the Jem’Hadar’s eyes as he fired the weapon in his hands striking the Alien in the throat.
The Jem’Hadar fell and Haemis rolled to the side to avoid his body and becoming trapped. He could feel the warmth of blood streaming from the wound in his shoulder, but he didn’t have time for it right now. He bit back the pain and climbed to his feet and hazard a glance both ways seeing the others were finishing off their melee a short ways past the main doors to engineering. He wiped the sweat from his brow and moved through the doors to Engineering room, scanning for any enemy combatants. His eyes falling upon the ships warp core. It wasn’t like anything he’d seen before! He did note that it did not sound healthy the way it was running. He slowly moved into the room checking to the left and right of the door, stopping to survey the consoles around him. “What kinda toy’s are ye hid’n in here!”
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Post by Lieutenant Owen Morriston on Nov 9, 2015 21:52:33 GMT -5
Location: Thunder Engineering Bay
The battle had only been going on for a few minutes,but it already felt like hours. Owen didn't seem to feel tired,but he did seem to feel drawn to the place he was. One of the Jem Hadar attackers charged him, and Owen shrugged him off like he was weightless. Owen was firing his phaser till it ran out of charge. He advanced with each kill. Getting closer and closer to the core. When he got there it felt warm almost inviting. It was then that he saw it. It was like small flame inside the core itself except it was supposed to be there. "Chief!" Owen Barked. "There something inside the core. Something that is dangerous."
TAG: McTavish, Rai, Grabfoot
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Post by LtCmdr Mehrunissa Rai on Nov 10, 2015 20:10:55 GMT -5
It was only a matter of moments before the corridor they'd transported into was blocked in both directions by the Jem'Hadar. Rai chose a target and fired, then spun to address the threat behind her. It was too late. The soldier fired. Futilely, she flung her arms up in front of her face and turned her head in expectation of the plasma weapon's impact. Nothing happened. Seconds later she peered through the gap in her arms. The corridor was silent. The white burst of disruptor fire had stopped millimeters from her head. The soldier who had fired it stood frozen to the deck. Rai herself appeared to be in some sort of bubble,temporal or perhaps phased, while the fighting continued around her.
She sidestepped the plasma and raised her own weapon experimentally. How far did this bubble extend? How long would it last? She chided herself. This was no time to play science officer. This was a gift and she should not waste it. She fired at the frozen soldier and he dropped to the deck. Two more advanced and fired. Her bubble shield deflected their shots. She returned fire methodically and the two joined their comrade on the deck.
The corridor was now clear. Elated with the feeling of invulnerability, she smiled and turned to the captain. His expression was grim.
“Move.”, was all he said in a dangerous tone. “There are more.”
Location: USS Thunder, corridor
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Post by Haemis McTavish on Nov 11, 2015 20:50:34 GMT -5
Location: USS Thunder, Engineering Deck, Main Engine Room
Haemis was tapping buttons on one of the consoles feverishly trying to figure out what was going on with the ship, he noticed that the majority of the vessels power was being cycled into the ships primary tractor beam assembly, it was seemingly a massive amount of energy even for the device to handle but it was starting to fluctuate.
“Chief!” the sound of Phaser fire seemed to quiet down, he recognized the voice. “There is something inside the core. Something that is dangerous.”
Haemis grimaced as he glanced over at the vessels power core, it was something he had never seen with his own eye’s but after having a short time to look over the information he was able to access he had an idea of what it was. It was only supposed to be theoretical and something engineers only played with in a simulated environment. “Aye lad!” he spat. “Very!” he picked up a scanner and started walking toward the core leaving a trail of droplets of blood behind him as he moved.
His shoulder was already starting to ache as if he had gotten kicked by a rabid Targ. He raised the scanner and activated it allowing the device to start giving him a read out of what he was looking at for certain. He blinked long and hard for a moment. The device beeped in his had and called his attention. “Bloody ell!” his frowned deepened. “That’s bloody illegal!” he shouted hazarding a glance over toward the Admiral. His gaze went back to the device. He began muttering obscenities in Gaelic for a long moment.
Haemis’s eyes grew larger as something caught his attention, he quickly tapped the device in his hand and then moved closer to the console in front of the core, he pulled up a subroutine which appeared only as binary code at first then changed into a display showing the Thunder at the center of a field with large masses around it, all connected by some sort of network. The display was very rudimentary but it was telling. He gestured to Lieutenant Morriston to look. "What do ye make o' that lad?" he gestured to the screen, he was searching more for a confirmation on what he already knew. It was a trigger, but to what.
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Post by Lieutenant Owen Morriston on Nov 13, 2015 20:07:56 GMT -5
Location: Thunder Engineering Bay
The situation was becoming direr by the second. The Jem Hadar forces seemed to keep pouring in, and the away team was going to wear down. Owen for some reason had yet to break a sweat. Owen had no fear for himself, but with then increased numbers he would not be able to protect everyone. They were all doing as well as they could, but it was clear they were being overwhelmed. Owen had told the chief about the glow in the warp core, but there seemed to be more to it. It was that glow that seemed to draw the Lieutenant in. It was both beautiful and dangerous. He was no longer conscious of his actions. He only knew he needed to get closer to it. He found himself so close he could feel warm glow.
He suddenly got a strong sensation. It was like staring into the eyes of a snake entranced waiting patiently for the strike. As he looked into the eyes of the snake it slowly revealed its secrets. Owen was no engineer. He’d never taken one engineering course while at the academy. He should look at the Thunder warp core as simple, but he did. He shouldn’t be able to look into its core and feel this sensation of familiarity. Something inside him was awakening…something ..ancient ..and he didn’t know why, but he welcomed it. It seems to have imbued him with knowledge. He felt cold but the purple glow of this “singularity” seemed to be the only warm thing on the ship. “Chief,” Owen turned around slowly , almost tearing himself away from the warp core. “I don’t know if you want to if you want touch this; I think it’s a trap.”
TAG: Haemis and Away Team
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Post by Haemis McTavish on Nov 15, 2015 0:17:29 GMT -5
Location: USS Thunder, Main Engineering
Haemis blinked long and hard, he was starting to feel that notion of being drunk he had the right of mind to steady himself using the console running diagnostics and tracing circuits. “This is peculiar. Damn Peculiar.” He muttered to himself. He watched as the Lieutenant approached the core getting dangerously close to the core. He could hear the things containment field buzzing angrily at the close proximity of the man.
“Chief,” the man turned toward him “I don’t know if you want to, if you want to touch this; I think it’s a trap.”
He glanced back down at the display as data was streaming by showing the route of the power transfer, the circuits that were involved and he looked back up at the man. “Nods, Aye lad. Ye win the door prize…” he took a look back at the core. “She’s a smart one…” he turned and steadied himself and started for the door. “We need to get out o’ here!”
“Captain!” he yelled not knowing where the man was. “We’ve got a bloody Problem!”
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Post by Nomad on Nov 16, 2015 0:35:41 GMT -5
An outline shape of an arrow or stingray passed through a region in Dominion space…moving in speeds of F.T.L. The frontal wake produces ripples of disturbed gases, particles and debris…kind of like an odd deflector of sorts while it traveled. Its shaft or tail appeared to have phased and sometimes disappeared in to space its self. The whole thing has difficult to pin point as it looked to have folded in and out of space…at random points. This thing didn’t have a hard shape or hue of any kind but nearly as black of space…with distortions of conveying a body.
Five light years in almost all directions of this odd thing were Dominion Tar’Vecks (starships). They kept a safe distance and rarely made any attempts to disturbed it…while about thirty or so light years behind them all are wreckages of cleanly sliced Dominion Tar’Vecks of all sizes. The Dominion knew they couldn’t capture or controlled were it went…but only follow it. If you could zoom out far enough you can maybe perhaps see that the unknown object was trailing a single Dominion Tar’Veck…what seemed to be an Attack Ship. This Dominion Tar’Veck wasn’t like the others…it moved faster then all of them. The unknown object of shadows was falling quickly behind it…though it followed this Tar’Veck. There was something about it that drew it towards the shadow…even if it was moving faster then it. Somehow distorted gob would just know…where it was in relation it was to of the odd Attack Ship. Tags: Del’lein’Ah
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Post by Anya Rothschild on Nov 22, 2015 18:11:32 GMT -5
From the immense cavity of the bridge. Tranquil and cold she sat upright and confidently in her chariot. Snakes all around her not threaten by any or all. Only a greatness is what she knew and what is only seen. May Anya squeeze out the viper for the venom to ooze out and her enemies to drink it dead. Where the bodies that she collected from the Dominion her crew extracted what she needed. Reaching a portion of the riddle keeping her only steps away from the answer.
Her Legacy circled a world that orbited a dying star. Being that soul of the Legacy she siphoned the remnants from the burning and bleeding giant. Radiation sunk around her ship and shields withstanding the giant’s desperate slashing. A transmission was received and she stood up in Jupiter Uniform ever so tidy to hear the most unexpected. A smile escaped from her stoic face but she said or did nothing in return to the sender. Anya told her bridge staff, “Erase this from my Legacy’s computer banks. Say nothing to no one beyond this space or death befalls you all. Obedience is paramount!”
Stepping off the command platform to her ready room to have supper. Anya fell in to her seat when she took a bite of juicy red flesh steak. Utensils fell as she dropped on to the chair. The last few that was seen was Anya's food taster aid. Slain and left behind a table.
Next she woke on a metal table her limbs bounded. There was her second drunker XO to ever to continue to disappoint. She breath heavy from the sudden awakening. Her restraints also bleed her with ever so slight to severe movements. The chap spoke authoritatively though arrogant, “I know you probably have many questions, well tough. You brought me on board Legacy for a reason, but it was not to help you run a ship. It would be a waste of my talents. So tonight you and I are going to get to know each other intimately."
Anton spoke in nonsense. Anya being put naked like this didn’t humiliate her. She accepted that she was bound and nude. Didn’t care if her body became wet by the situation with her harden pink nipples against the coldness of the meat locker. Her black eyes seems to be the only thing unbound. The pair looked to have met with Anton’s. The jet black of her eyes as dark as space. The void consuming the dying star outside would be like Anya swallowing him.
The XO slashed on her skin and she gave nothing. No expression. Simple and stoic. “Your blood is very precious. Do not waste it again, Anya” Her body effortlessly healed with every cut. Choke and or hold. “If you expect me to beg you are stupid to assume.” Spoken in a neutral tone yet confidently. At the end she will be doing him the same favor. “End your long winded rants. Get on with it, Russian.”
Tag: Anton Konstantin Location: USS Legacy - The Meat Locker ooc: I have returned
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