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CH07: S [D03|1745] Hidden Raptor

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[ Drauc T'Laus | Briefing Room | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Nolan @Havenborn @SummerDawn  
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The podium of the Fighter Assault Bay's briefing room was usually frequented by the Wolf Leader, the Chief of the Deck or someone from the Senior Staff, but in that brief time after arriving at Qo'noS, a series of events had led to there being someone entirely unexpected standing there instead.

In his threadbare robe and scarred hands flexing at his sides, Drauc T'Laus stared at these warp fighter pilots in their seats, seeing how few they were compared to when he first came aboard the Theurgy. Be that as it may, given what he was about to tell them - on behalf of Mission Ops and with the approval of the Senior Staff - whatever numbers were available had to do. Next to him stood Thea, serving as some kind of unspoken verification that what was about to be said was true, and regardless whom Drauc would be, the urgency dictated that he spoke with the Lone Wolves directly. They had all been summoned by Thea three minutes ago, and the only reason they were present so quickly was that the Theurgy was in Yellow Alert, and the Lone Wolves had been mission ready to begin with. And a mission they now had on heir hands, sufficed to say.

"I am Drauc T'Laus," he rasped quietly to the wolves before him, staring at them through the tresses of his burgundy hair, "formerly of Starfleet Security, and I am currently working with the Intelligence Department aboard. This, in regard to the threat of Romulus. Commander Fisher is currently a captive of Martok's rival, so he cannot be here to speak for me, and there was no time to send anyone else and also brief them of the circumstances. The Senior Staff has already approved of this mission, and I am merely here to give you the intel you need rather than giving orders. That is for your Squadron Commanding Officer to do. Time is of the essence, so I ask that you listen. Twenty minutes ago, I got a message from an acquaintance of mine in the Star Navy."

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"This is Situka, a Donatra sympathiser working in the Star Navy, and whom I know from my years beyond the RNZ. After Praetor Tal'Aura declared war on the Federation, Situka have assisted Commander Fisher by giving his contacts in the Empire intel about Thalaron weaponry development, but the message I just received revealed her current commissioning, it being on an D'viret-class incursion cruiser belonging to the Tal Shiar... and it is heading for Qo'noS as we speak. It will be in orbit over the First City in twenty minutes, and Situka claims it may carry a thalaron bomb akin to the one detonated in Paris."

"Bloody hell," said Lieutenant Rawley, seated with her exosuit's boots resting on the back of the chair in front of her.

Needless to say, time was short, so Drauc immediately gave the last information the Lone Wolves needed before they addressed the threat to the mission and to the Klingon Empire as a whole, since should all other contingencies of the Infested fail, then the Romulan cruiser might be the final solution of theirs. "Situka is defecting, having given us the cruiser's coordinates and heading, and she will sabotage the cruiser's cloak if you approach it. She will try to leave on a shuttle, carrying Tal Shiar secrets, so try to recruit a House K'Tal captain to take her aboard a Klingon ship, unless she managed to leave on a Romulan shuttle. In which case, she needs an escort back here. This Ship A.I. has sent her station's encrypted subspace frequency to your warp fighters, but since she is undercover, she will have to contact you first, lest you may compromise her."

Thea spoke up next, arms folded behind her back and shoulders square. "I am is still locked here in my standoff with House Mo'Kai, and with the threat on Praxis, I am afraid you are on your own for the time being. You are free to launch immediately. On behalf of the Senior Staff, I cannot stress enough the urgency and the required haste in this matter.... Good luck, Lone Wolves."

Rawley leapt on her feet, ready to launch her Valkyrie, and looked towards Thomas with a grin. "Commander Ravon, I fancy me some Romulan arse. Let's blow her up, aye? Your orders?"

On the podium, Drauc merely stared at the fighter pilots, knowing that they were the sole means of survival for Situka, hoping she would outlive her defection and the sabotage she was prepared to commit on the incursion cruiser.


OOC: This is the starter for the Story Objective Hidden Raptor. If the Oneida makes it of its battle with House Mo'Kai in the thread New Renegade, this Objective may be an option for where they might arrive in the sector around Qo'noS. It is too early to introduce the Oneida yet, however, but it's a potential option to bear in mind, given opportunity. @Nolan , @Havenborn and @SummerDawn , have fun! You have 7 days to reply. :)

Re: CH07: S [D03|1745] Hidden Raptor
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[ LT Daniel Havenborn, Callsign: Salvo & ENS K'Ren, Callsign: Neko | Cockpit | AC-307 Mark-II Valkyrie, Gryphon-class "Hellcat" ] ] Attn: @Nolan, @SummerDawn, @Auctor Lucan

Daniel sat next to K'Ren in the briefing room as he listened to the mercenary speak.  It seemed like a fairly simple mission, extract the defector and destroy the cruiser.  As long as they could convince a Klingon ship to help out, which admittedly shouldn't be that hard considering that Klingons and Romulans don't get along well.  A pair of Mark-IIIs and Daniel's Gryphon plus a Klingon ship, preferably a cruiser of some kind but they'd have to take what they could get, even if it was just a Bird-of-Prey.  He had decided that K'Ren needed something to occupy her time at the moment, the short rest that they had had during the Theurgy's transit to Kronos had been good for her but if Theurgy needed a pilot for whatever reason back here he decided that Knight would be a more stable option, his friend was rated on the Mark-IIIs after all.  It would be interesting to have K'Ren as his RIO, he was more used to her flying as his wingmate after all.

He also wanted to make sure that K'Ren had something to focus on other than Deacon right now.  He listened to Thea explain the urgency of the mission and the blessing of the Senior Staff and that was good enough for him.  If they could prevent more innocent lives from being targeted then that's all that would matter.  He looked over at K'Ren as he heard Lieutenant Rawley jump up excited to get the mission started.  He stood up and waited for Commander Ravon to issue their orders to begin the mission.  "Salvo and Neko ready for the mission Commander."  Daniel said as he again looked back at K'Ren.  Once they were underway he'd check in with her and see how she was doing, he knew that it had been quite some time since she had sat in the RIO position and even had a second person in a fighter with her since she had taken up piloting a Mark-III.
Defeat, Genocide; why quibble with semantics.

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[ Lt Cmdr thomas 'Razor' Ravon | Briefing Room | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan  @Havenborn @SummerDawn 

The wolves had been licking their wounds after the last major battle with Klingon forces. Their forces spread thin to say the least, Ravon had been present during the senior staff meeting that opted for the wolves to be used on a quick response mission. A time critical mission and it didn't take long before he and Drauc had moved over to the fighter assault bay. Seated at the front row, Thomas had one leg crossed over the other while he watched the Romulan operative speak. He only glanced once or twice over his shoulders to look at the present pilots. Those that were combat ready and had been called in to attend the briefing.

The goal of the mission was rather simple. Get to Qo'nos, find the defector, destroy the ship if it had the Thalaron equipment on board. When Drauc was done, Thomas stood up, Rawley eager to get into a new fight and Daniel spoke up as well to volunteer for the mission with K'Ren. Ravon looked at the both of them and he had a slight worry about the Caitain crewmate. Heh ad hears about her loss, yet hadn't gotten the chance to speak to her in person about it. Daniel however seemed to be looking out for his wing mate and if they deemed themselves ready for the mission to come, he wouldn't deny any more help.

"You heard the man, this is a time sensitive mission. Get in your flightsuits. I want us on route to Qo'nos in five minutes." he stated decisively and gave a nod for them to get changed before turning to Drauc "We'll do our best to get your contact out, though I can't promise we'll succeed. The prevention of that ship hitting Qo'nos is adamant, it'll be our main focus."

Without further ado, Thomas turned on his heels to march out of the briefing room. Leaving Drauc in there whilst he entered the locker room to change gear. It didn't take long, under a minute really since they were drilled for these kinds of situations "I hope your ships were re armed after the battle. We won't have time to switch load outs." Picking up his helmet, he left the locker room headed over to the fighter that was his and fired up the systems. He started to look for any Klingon vessel that was close enough to help them out. When he saw K'Ren enter her craft he called out to her "Neko! Try and find us some support ship for the mission while we fire our birds up and head on out."

Looking at Rawley whilst she boarded her ship, he waited till she got her helmet on before contacting her as well "No heroics this time. Surgical precision is what I'm aiming for today."
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[ Ens. K'Ren | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Nolan, @Havenborn and @Auctor Lucan
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K'Ren listened to the briefing from the Romulan agent (or whatever he was) brief them on the mission. The mission sounded straight forward enough, though almost any mission given by intel rarely ran to plan, so they'd most likely have to adapt to rapidly changing mission parameters, in many ways like a furball of a battlefield, just less chaos. She glanced over at Daniel, who'd asked her to fly as his RIO for the mission. It'd been a long time since she'd been in the back seat, she'd always been the front seater in her old craft, and now solo in her latest fighter.

She'd understood Daniel's logic in bringing her along. He needed a RIO, and with her pulled from flight status, there was nobody to man her fighter, but by placing her in the back seat, he freed up his RIO to man her fighter, keeping the number of available birds higher. She followed the other pilots into the squad locker room and began to suit up. It felt good to put her flight suit on, even if she wasn't going to have the controls of a bird, at least she'd have something to distract her, hopefully enough of a distraction that she'd be okay till they got back and she could properly grieve Deacon's passing.

She nodded when Ravon gave her an order to find a friendly klingon vessel to follow them, "Understood Commander." she answered back as they headed out onto the flight deck, force of habit she walked around the craft checking it's surfaces before she went over to the ladder for the back seat. She settled into the seat as a crew chief finished some last minute items, and she connected her suit into the fighters life support and comms systems. Felt a bit weird to not have a stick in front of her, but she had enough comms & sensor gear to keep her busy once things got crazy.

Re: CH07: S [D03|1745] Hidden Raptor
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[ LT Daniel Havenborn, Callsign: Salvo | Cockpit | AC-307 Mark-II Valkyrie, Gryphon-class "Hellcat" ] ] Attn: @Nolan, @SummerDawn, @Auctor Lucan

Daniel nodded as Commander Ravon gave his orders and followed the other pilots out into the hangar.  He walked over to his fighter and nodded to the techs who had finished reloading his quantum torpedoes, luckily he was still loaded for anti-ship warfare so he would at least have that edge against the Romulan vessel.  He did wonder what it was going to be like having K'Ren as his RIO.  He and Knight had a good rapport and a lot of times Knight was able to predict what Daniel needed in order to complete their missions.

He climbed the ladder to the cockpit and sat down running through the pre-flight checklist and activating systems.  "All set back there Neko?"  Daniel asked as he closed the canopy of his fighter and activated the thrusters preparing to launch his fighter back into the vacuum of space.  He always looked forward flying, even during combat sorties.  "Good, let me know if you feel a madness fit."  Daniel said, if something happened and she had a fit he was working on a shortcut that could cut her console just in case.  He hoped that this mission would keep her focused but he was going to make sure he had options available.

He began to taxi his fighter into position, lining up behind Commander Ravon, a moment after he launched Daniel would engage his thrusters. "Salvo to Razor, ready to launch on your mark."  Daniel said.
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Defeat, Genocide; why quibble with semantics.

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[ Lt. JG Evelyn Rawley, callsign "Ghost" | Mk III Valkyrie Cockpit ]
Attn: @Nolan @SummerDawn @Havenborn
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No heroics this time. Surgical precision is what I'm aiming for today."

"Fine," had Rawley said whilst rolling her eyes, not keen on playing doctor with her Valkyrie. She preferred 'playing doctor' off duty, for sure, but when taking on a Romulan spy-ship that could potentially bomb the fuck out of Qo'noS? She'd rather have the delicate touch of a sledge hammer if it got the job done. Still, orders were orders she supposed, so when it was time to launch, she was ready.

The Chief of the Deck and his crew had patched up her Valkyrie as well as they could on such short notice. Luckily, the damage sustained over Andor had been largely superficial, with a majority of the hull plating being freshly replicated, and a lot of the computer components had been replaced to ensure smooth handling and reliability. The pre-flight checks showed some niggles and minor errors, some power fluctuations, but still within tolerable levels. Having made her armament request before the briefing, her Valkyrie now packed four torpedo launchers, all of them stacked with quantum torpedoes, and she would rely on the standard amount of microtorpedoes housed inside the fuselage. She tended to run dry of those rather quickly, so she'd simply have to be a bit more conservative with those.

"Thanks!" she called to the weapon technicians when they'd finished with her launchers, and she idly wondered where Sithick was at. She had gotten so used to seeing the Gorn on the flight deck that she actually missed him when he wasn't there. Dismissing the thought, Rawley donned her helmet and closed the canopy, ready for launch, and soon enough, the order came, and she throttled up her thrusters - bringing her into the cue out of the bay. Once it was her turn, she was off, switching to impulse once she cleared the launch strip. "This is Ghost. Setting me course according to the intel. Thea gave us some encrypted subspace frequency to that Romulan defector's duty station, aye?" she asked over the squad channel. "I suppose she doesn't want to have our voices heard all over that bridge, right? Have you already asked your computer to send a text message to her, Razor? She might wanna know we're coming to collect her arse, so it be time to fuck up the cloak, innit?"

They shot past the destroyed moon of Praxis on their course towards the inbound Romulan ship, and little did they know that the Allegiant was there on a mission of its own, addressing another contingency of the Infested should their plans on Qo'noS be foiled.

[ Ensign Liam Herrold | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ]
Attn: @Eden @P.C. Haring @Lathaniel @Nero
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Not long after the Valkyries had appeared, rumours began to spread on the flight deck that the bridge had received an unexpected hail, and that the 'Freedom Sentinel' was about to reach Qo'noS. Allegedly, this was an ally that the insider that supported the Theurgy from inside Starfleet Headquarters had found, and apparently, it wasn't just some shuttle... but a whole starship filled with Starfleet officers that had learned the truth about Statfleet Command. It was the USS Oneida, an Iroquois-class ship under the command of a Captain Jackson, and they had helped Captain Ives and Martok on their voyage to Qo'noS.

So, when their new ally had dropped out of warp, Liam had learned that they were about to receive new pilots, and that they needed fighters immediately for launch. With a thalaron-armed Romulan warbird inbound for Qo'noS, there was no time for flight tests or extended theory sessions. The new fighter pilots needed to know how to fly MK III Valkyries and Valravns, and they needed to launch immediately. Unique circumstances to say the least, but Liam had a plan.

"You, you and you," he said pointing out three of the deck crew, "You are the best test pilots I have here, and I need you on standby on the flights stairs to the cockpits so that you can show them the differences between our birds and the Mk II Valkyries, which would be the birds these new wolves flew before. I need you to configure the flight control HUDs to have the Mk II interface, which should go a long way to make them understand the controls. I know, the actual differences are nominal, but the new layouts may throw them. Go on, hop to it. Weapon technicians, arm the birds for capital ship engagement. Torpedo launchers, hellbores and cluster bombs, two of each, and while they will have the twin-mount turrets, I don't know if they have learned to use them yet. For those who pick a Mk III, caution them about the tetryon pulse phase cannon. They will not know how it affects handling, and if they are unprepared and deploy it, they might shear something on their Valkyrie. Understood? Get going then."

The Romulan in the threadbare clothes approached, having learned from Thea that he'd had to brief a new group of fighter pilots, and Liam was a little bit intimidated by the brooding alien with scarred hands and unkempt hair. He seemed like he could explode into action any second, the intensity of his stare not the least softened by the impression that he was able to sense people behind him as well. He said naught, and Liam had little to offer. As if saved from having to talk to the Romulan, a few shimmering figures appeared before them, materialising into Tactical CONN officers, already in exosuits and ready for the mission.

"Welcome to the Theurgy, I'm Chief Herrold," said Liam with a quick smile, his eyes not staying on the newcomers for long since he had to make sure his deck crew was on point with the readiness of the fighters.

"These are the mission parameters," rasped Drauc in a deep voice, flexing his scarred hands by his sides. He didn't seem to bother with an introduction. "A Donatra sympathiser is working in the Star Navy, serving aboard a D'viret-class incursion cruiser belonging to the Tal Shiar, and it is heading for Qo'noS as we speak. It will be in orbit over the First City in fifteen minutes, and the sympathiser - named Situka - claims it may carry a thalaron bomb. Just like the the one that detonated in Paris. No doubt you learned about this on the Oneida. Situka is defecting to the Theurgy, having given us the cruiser's coordinates and heading, and she will sabotage the cruiser's cloak as you approach it. The Lone Wolves have launched ahead of you, and is arranging for her extraction, but knowing my people, and the Tal Shiar, I suspect the Romulan ship will not so easily be deterred. In summary, extract Situka if you are able, but save Qo'noS. If Martok remains in power, the Infested will likely try to decimate the First City. That is all."

"Okay," said Liam, clearing his throat to get attention from the new wolves on the deck. "If you have a RIO with you, I suggest you pick either of the Valravn fighters on the far end of the bay, but if you are okay with flying solo, the Mk III Valkyries have substituted the role of a RIO with an upgraded computer interface. Take your pick, do it now, and my crew will help you sort things out in the cockpits. Time is of the essence, to listen well, listen quick, and launch as soon as you possibly can. Flight Ops is standing by to give you clearance. I hear Logan Hale, callsign Wraith, is waiting for you outside the bay in his Valravn, so follow his lead until you rendezvous with the other Lone Wolves. Unless you have any questions... good luck out there."

What a way to be transfer to a new ship...


OOC: Welcome to the thread, @Nero , @Eden , @Lathaniel and @P.C. Haring ! :)

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[ Lt. JG Donna 'Chance' Petterson | Wolf -11 | AKA Maxine 'Max' Gentry | | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn:  @Eden @P.C. Haring @Nero @Lathaniel
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"What a clusterfuck!" Max thought to herself as she watched the four fighters exit the Theurgy's Fighter Assault Bay. By some vein of providence, she had been assigned to remain behind aboard the Theurgy in case they had some need of additional defence. "Like a single warp fighter is going to be able to do much out there. I'd be better off just making a run for it."

That was something that she had considered while she had been showering. Entering the den, it was quickly demonstrated to Max why she was so uncomfortable wearing the exosuit. Unlike herself, who was still wearing the Starfleet uniform provided to her from when she was discharged from the Savi hospital, the other pilots wore very little, if anything, underneath their suits. Something she had taken to heart even as she considered how to get off the ship. 

Qo'noS was the capital of the Klingon Empire which meant that ships were coming and going all the time. At least, that would have been the norm if it wasn't for the current political differences. Now, she'd be lucky if she could find a place to lay low and hide without the Theurgy being able to track her down. There were too many unknowns to risk going to the planet at the moment. She had considered simply flying away at the first opportunity but had quickly realised that that was a foolhardy notion. She was in a fighter and while it might have had the size of a runabout, it certainly wasn't one. It just wasn't designed for the kind of long duration flight that Max needed to be able to get somewhere useful. No, for now she was suck playing the part of her creator. The role of a wolf.

Shimmering light from outside the cockpit drew her attention and Max looked up to see three newcomers materialise, all of them in exosuits. The deck chief appeared to have been expecting them and Max was soon informed by Flight Ops that they were replacement pilots from another ship and that she would be launching with them.

"Terrific," she noted after acknowledging the transmission. She watched the pilots separate and make for their assigned craft before looking back to her controls. She had used her free time well after her shower, familiarising herself with as much of the fighter as she could. Now, she waited for the arrivals to activate their comms.

"Alright pups," she called out, looking out of her cockpit. "My name is Chance and you'll be flying with me today. Try not to die," Max quipped, trying to replicate some of the banter she had watched Donna use over the years. "If you have any questions, please direct them at Wraith. Otherwise, feel free to introduce yourselves," she directed as she began her start-up sequence.
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