Star Trek: Theurgy

Chapter 04: Invictus [04: Retaliation]
Attn: Zenozine, Doctor Maya, CanadianVet, Axius, Triage & RosariaRosette.
Later, in the Brig, also IronFerrox, Cathreen Dawinter & Kurohigi

[ USS Theurgy | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 ]
Attn: Wenn Cinn, Axius vel Onea & Cameron Henshaw

While the Intelligence Officer's announcement was heard on the intercom, the group remained set on reaching the shuttle bay. After the words fell silent, they did not hear anything more for a minute, during which time they continued to close in on their destination. Yet as they peek beyond the last intersection, they espied two vigilant guards outside the doors of the shuttle bay. It became evident that the bay area had not been left unchecked.

This was when the voice of T'Rena was heard - a reply to Trent's speech.

[Captain T'Rena to Lieutenant Commander Trent, this is not acceptable, and I hope you realise how futile your efforts truly are. We are about to upload a reprogrammed version of the Ship A.I. from her mobile emitter and into the pasitronic brain core. Whatever access you might have gained from Lieutenant Fedd will then be rescinded and if you do not surrender immediately, Thea's first act to further our cause will be to shut down life support on your Battle Bridge. So unless you put away your weapons and surrender, you will be taking the lives of everyone on that bridge with you as you draw your last breaths. You will not be able to shut her out of her own systems, so I do suggest you comply.]

Cold, dispassionate words - as if she read the tenants of Kolinahr.

[State your choice, Lieutenant Commander.]

There was due cause for worry, for it was as the Vulcan claimed - and Vulcans were not prone to lie - then things were rather grim. If Thea had been lost to them, what was the ship but a vessel that had lost its soul? The two guards, not spotting the group led by the Chief of Security, soon turned and entered the shuttle bay - vanishing from sight. It was therefore evident that they were patrolling the large area, and Cinn, Axius, Cameron and their companions had just caught the guards when their route took them to the corridor.

[T'Rena, this is Lieutenant Commander Trent. First, as an officer and a delegate of this ship's lawful commanding officer, I do not recognize your authority or your rank as you and Vasser have obviously chosen to dispense with any Starfleet protocols or procedures unless you find it convenient.]

It was Carrigan Trent again, answering the Vulcan's ultimatum on the public channel.

[You want to murder me? Be my guest. But bear this in mind. I'm betting not only my life but that of everyone in this room with me that right now, there's dozens on this ship who just decided to start fighting back. And over here, I have Ensigns Kenneth Urban, Nizni Peri and Pavel Yelchin as well as. Master Chief William O'Connell and again, I'm wagering all our lives that they've got friends who would take exception to their being murdered.]

One of the deck hands that had accompanied the Chief of Security's team grunted in affirmation to that announcement. It was time to lay claim on the transporter systems of one of the shuttles, but how much resistance awaited them beyond those doors? After the guard returned into the shuttle bay, the corridor lay quiet besides the conversation on the intercom, which continued uninterrupted...

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[ USS Theurgy | En-Route Deck 05 | Deck 07 ]
Attn: Tessa May Lance & Sten Covington. Optionally: Morrigan

The distraction team, lead by Tessa May Lance, was making their way down the corridors while Carrigan Trent's words continued to be heard over the intercom.

[Unless you can show me where in Starfleet regulations and orders it states that sabotage, murder, coercion, mind-rape, mutiny and conspiracy are lawful ways to relieve an officer of his command, I. Will. Not. Yield. This is a Captain Ives's ship and I will fight to keep her as such. Go ahead. Murder us and make martyrs of the five of us. Polarize every man and woman you haven't brainwashed or murdered against you, encourage them to fight to the death. Even if you prevail, you won't have a crew left in the end.]

Had things truly escalated so far? Had the gruesome battle in the Flight Hangar just been the beginning? How far were Vasser and his Vulcan right-hand-woman willing to go? Were they listening to the last words of the Intelligence Officer and his team? On which of the Battle Bridges were they? Wenn Cinn had ordered them to move towards the Life Support systems and Deck 05's Battle Bridge. Was it possible that they, the distraction team, were the closest one to lend aide?

[Now here are my terms. You, Vasser and your cohorts will disarm. Captain Ives, Commander Rez and any other detainee you hold will be released. You and yours will return to the Harbinger and you will surrender all command authority over her and wait there with your warp core cold and all tactical systems physically disabled. Then, the brainwashing will be reversed and we will part ways. Whoever willingly buys into your vision will be allowed to join you and everyone who still sees themselves as Starfleet personnel will be allowed to stay with us.]

Terms that were, perhaps, too fair in regard to what Vasser and T'Rena had done that morning. And yet they were terms that were in line with the creed of Starfleet as it once were. There were individuals from the Harbinger that did not deserve such leniency. Two of which appeared ahead of the distraction team, springing their ambush. Sten Covington knew the two quite well from the Festival of the Moon - those who had attempted to force themselves on Narik Cinsaj in the middle of the night.

They were Petty Officers Sullivan and Tilliander, otherwise known as Smoke and Titan from the Harbinger's Tactical Conn division.

Once they spotted the distraction them ahead of them, they opened fire - leaning out from their chosen cover while their energy beams scorched the bulkheads around Goldeneye and Papa Bear. Two of the men behind them fell to the deck plates - stunned and out cold. The cover they picked were the opposite walls of an intersection - the last intersection between the distraction team and the Vector 02 Battle Bridge.

[Comply and have a chance at going forward with your vision of things or face an entire crew that will fight you tooth and nail,] finished the Intelligence Officer, his voice overriding the shooting. [Trent out.]

"Like hell we are," said Smoke with a confident grin. There were no further words given. No glib remarks. Just cold pragmatism behind their actions, just like if they sat in their cockpits. The two Tactical Conn pilots were not idle behind the cover they had found either. Titan held out his phaser rifle and shot blindly down the corridor towards the distraction team, while Smoke powered up a phaser grenade - soon tossing it down towards Sten and Tessa. Two more on Tessa's and Sten's team fell, and the grenade was just about to go off...

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OOC: Attn: All - In order to read the dialogue between T'Rena and Carrigan Trent in its entirety, which most people on the Theurgy will be able to hear on the intercom, you should read the paragraphs in italics in the different relevant sections in this post. This thread will also include the people in the Brig once the rescue party gets there.

Shuttle Bay team, I will post a tactical map as required as soon as I learn what manner of approach you chose to reach a shuttle. Perhaps you won't need it and we can focus on the arrival to the Brig.

Distraction team, below is a quick map to help you get your bearings. RosariaRosette, this is one option for where Morrigan may appear, but to make the ic-timing work, she'll have to arrive by turbolift at the end of the intercom dialogue and hear the shooting from a distance. [Show/Hide]

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[Fasha "Morrigan" | USS Theurgy | En-Route Deck 05 | Deck 07 ]

Fasha did a quick weapons check as she knelt beside the control panel to the right of the turbolift doors. From what she could see all of her weapons were operational. She clipped Oracle's hand phaser to the waistband of her Starfleet issue undergarments and pulled the type-3 phaser she'd taken from Nightmare from it's slung position on her shoulder. The weapon was cold but in her hands it felt like it could burn her at any moment. This weapon had killed one of her comrades and the very thought of using it made Fasha's stomach turn. She pushed down her discomfort and took a deep breath moving into a slightly crouched position beside the door the weapon gripped firmly in her grasp as the turbolift continued to ascend. As the turbolift arrived the doors slid open and an automated voice announced her arrival.

[Deck 05]

At this point Fasha wasn't exactly clear on what the current situation was ship-wide but she could only assume that from the reports of weapon's fire she'd heard during her ascent from Deck 15 that the situation was anything but stable. Waiting for a few moments as the doors opened no phaser fire riddled the inside of the turbolift, no grenades were thrown indeed not a sound was heard except for the ever constant hum of the ship and the sound of weapons fire sounding in the distance. She slowly peeked around the corner careful not to expose herself anymore than necessary just as her training had taught her. The hall was clear it was apparent that the fighting was occurring somewhere that certainly wasn't here.

Quickly turning the corner she kept the Type-3 Phaser in her hands raised her eyes sharp staring down the sights as she slowly moved down the hall keeping close to the wall of the corridor. The farther she walked the closer the weapons fire she'd previously heard seemed to be. As she reached one of the many intersections leading to various parts of the ship she stopped lowering her rifle as she chanced a quick glance around the corner. Near the end of the corridor were two parties fighting it out. It was obvious one side was having more luck than the other in the conflict. She quickly ducked back behind cover from her brief observation she already recognized two from the losing side Tessa and Sten. The most obvious course of action to take would be to go assist them in fighting however they were engaging. But the words of her mentor rang clear in her mind.

"Don't fight a losing battle."

That wasn't to say that she planned to abandon her fellow pack members but from what she saw their position wasn't the greatest and to throw herself carelessly to battle would only add another body to their ranks rather than an actual advantage. It was apparent numbers was not to be the winning factor in this conflict. Moving away from the intersection Fasha went back the way she came she vaguely remembered passing by the hatch leading to one of the ship's jefferies tubes. If she was fortunate it would let out somewhere more tactically advantageous, somewhere she could better make a difference for her side. As she came upon the hatch she read the stenciled text above it.

[Life Support --->]

Punching the panel beside the hatch it quickly slid open allowing the Catachan woman access and with little time wasted she quickly ducked into the hatch climbing down into the maintenance tunnel the tube led to. The tunnel was dark illuminated only by the red lamps that seemed to be dotted throughout the it. Ducked down into a hunched position due to the close quarters of the tunnel Fasha quickly made her way through the tunnels until it led to the exit of the tube. She kept her rifle gripped in one hand as she climbed up the ladder reaching the exit hatch. Her hand hovered over the panel that would open the hatch for a moment before she finally punched the button. The hatch slid open she quickly moved out into the Life Support corridor keeping herself in a crouched position. She glanced left and could see two men using the intersection as cover firing at Sten and Tessa's group. Raising her rifle Fasha let loose a suppression volley in their direction aiming for the center mass of the man standing in the corridor with her.

[ Wenn Cinn | USS Theurgy | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 ]

Wenn Cinn took in the situation that they had stumbled into at the shuttle bay. As h examined the area he could not see the two crewmen who were running  security patrol. He assessed the situation and frowned as he took stock of how things were going for them. He sighed as he motioned for his team to move back from the grate. He wanted to address them and maintain some space so that no one would hear them by chance. Once he was a ways back he looked over the faces of his squad and he took a deep breath as he prepared his assessment.

"Alright, it seems we have a standard patrol team making their way through the shuttle bay, they seem to simply be moving on a standard patrol an if we wait  can simply let them pass us by. This would be a long wait most likely, bu it would be the path of lest resistance in this case." He took a deep breath."Sadly from the sound of the current situation I do not blieve that we are able to enjoy the luxury of any longer." He sighed and interlocked his fingers in front of him. "Our best option I feel is an ambush, we cannot allow them time to activate their com badges, if they get out word that we are in here our mission will become infinitely more difficult." He turned to look back down the jefferies tube.

He knew of two ways to approach this situation, but he did not like them. The outright ambush would is some of his team possibly getting shot, but it would take some waiting to get things into position, and that was time he did not believe that they had time to waste. His second option would be to draw them over to the grate and ambush them there...but they would have to me it feel mundane and keep the sound down at the risk of accidentally drawing attention to themselves. At least with them using the stun setting they would not have to worry bout being picked up on internal sensors.

Looking back to his team Cinn spoke. "We are going to need to perform an ambush, and there are a few ways we can go about it. We can either wait this patrol out and when they get to the area by the grate we kick it open and take them out as quickly as we can, the second option will play into the actions that they have been doing all day. Searching jefferies tubes has likely become mundane for them so if we make them come over here they might not call anything in and we will just open fire as soon as thy open up the grate." He rubbed his head and sighed. "Sadly neither plan is perfect so I would like to hear your ideas and get as many options as possible before we act." He looked over his group and waited for their ideas.

[ Cameron "Cam" Elizabeth Henshaw | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Wenn Cinn, Axius vel Onea

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Henshaw followed Cinn when he beckoned them to move back. Looking at his face, she guessed that he needed to discuss things, now that they had gotten a rough look at their intended destination, and seen some of the potential resistance in their way. The Bajoran's observation of the situation seemed sound, but Henshaw wasn't sure. There were very few of them, and Henshaw, while fairly good with a phaser, didn't like the thought of combat very much. Still, it was a necessity at this point, and when Cinn asked for ideas, she had a wild one.

"Or we can walk right in." She said, her tone serious, and she explained her motives, "A lot of people still don't know whose side I'm on. Irregardless of what transpired on the bridge..."

When she mentioned the bridge, she remembered Winterbourne, and watching him die. The announcement made by Trent confirmed her story to the crew she was with, and reminded her at the same time, how cheap life was to T'Rena and Vasser. But there was an additional snippet that she didn't know about: Sjaandin Fedd was dead. She felt an odd mixture of cold, pain, grief, pleasure, loss and satisfaction all at once at the news of his passing. It was complicated, to say the least, but she forced herself to push out the thoughts of Fedd's demise for the time being, and promise  herself that she would work it out later.

For now, though, she continued with what she was saying, "...I can pass it off as nerves being rattled during the height of the situation. I could go in there, assess the situation, and try and distract the lot while you and Onea prepare to storm the centre. It's risky, but it might work."

[ Tessa May Lance (https://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/219/0/d/tessa_row_01_by_auctor_lucan-d7u6mx6.png) | USS Theurgy | Ship's Corridors | Deck 05  ]

The ambush came out of nowhere.  Phaser beams shot down the corridor from the intersection ahead.  Tessa May Lance, callsign 'Goldeneye' darted to a door to her right and bounced off the door when it didn't open.  She fell to the deck and noticed two of Papa Bear's deck crew lying on the deck behind her, only they hadn't lost their footing.  
"Fuck," Tessa gasped.  "Damn."

Petty Officers Phuc and Dam were down, but whether they were stunned or dead there was no time to determine.  The decoy party had done their job; Tessa had led her lambs to the slaughter.  She was so depressed that she didn't even notice the grenade bounce down the hall and roll to a stop less than a meter in front of her.

"Damn you Cinn!" Tessa sniveled.  "You sent us all to die!"

Suddenly phaser fire erupted out from the hall to the right.  It didn't fire from the intersection where the two Harbinger pilots had lied in wait for Tessa team, it fired into it from the direction of life support.  Either somebody loyal to Ives was guarding life support with their lives, or somebody on Vasser's side was really nearsighted.  It didn't matter, it meant the bad luck that dogged the Theurgy ever since she came on board didn't care who it tortured; anybody in a Starfleet uniform was fair game.  Come to think of it, Narik Cinsaj proved that you didn't even need to wear a Starfleet uniform to get it in the shaft.

Who fired those shots and whose side were they on?  Who knew?  And right now, who cared?  This was the moment Tessa and her team were waiting for.

"Charge!" Tessa screamed as she jumped to her feet and took off running.  She stepped on something that was in the corridor and it rolled forward, taking her feet out from under her and flying into the air as it did so.  As Tessa hit the deck second time (this time flat on her back) the grenade that Smoke had thrown was hurled right back at the Harbinger pilots.  A high pitched zapping noise filled the area as a bright light hurt her corneas right through her closed eyelids.

[ Sten Covington | USS Theurgy | Ship's Corridors | Deck 05  ]

The advance through the corridors had been unimpeded at first.  However, as they neared their destination phaser-fire erupted from the intersection and down the corridor.  As men dropped, the Chief of the Deck ignored Goldeneye's reaction and instead, his voice rumbled.  "Return fire!  Get into some cover!"

The weapon in Sten's hand shrieked as he stepped toward the nearest door, suppressing the two men who were engaging them, and seeing his opportunity to push forward, he did so even before the pilot gave her order to charge.  As he advanced, he saw something in the corner of his vision soaring towards the intersection even as he heard Lance hit the deck and then, the porcupine pattern of a phaser grenade firing was seen, and immediately after its detonation he surged forward even faster.

Upon reaching the intersection, Sten looked down to both unconscious mutineers.  One had slammed into the bulkhead when the grenade went off behind him and left a smear of blood behind where his nose had broken.  The other, it looked as though he'd been shot from the side.  And turning his head, the Chief saw its source, another pilot.  "Morrigan, good to see you," he rumbled as he holstered his hand phaser and scooped up the fallen rifle from the near aggressor.  And then, he recognized him.  The broken nose, the bruising on his face.  It was Smoke.  And that meant...

With his foot he flipped the man onto his back.  Titan.  The two men who tried to rape Narik the previous night.  Then, the Chief snarled and raised his foot, ready to stomp down hard upon Smoke's head.  Cinn had said stun only, but the sight of the Boslic's abused body brought uncontrollable rage to the forefront of Sten's mind and it overrode the Commander's orders.  And he was going to do just what he planned: to crush that pilot's skull.

[ Fasha | USS Theurgy | Ship's Corridors | Deck 05  ]

Fasha could hear the weathered gruff voice of Chief Covington boom from around the corner barking orders to his men as she unleashed burst after burst of phaser fire into Titan and Smoke's flank. One of her targets went down as a phaser shot scorched his side she was unsure if the man was dead or not but it didn't really matter to her if she had her way she'd make sure that the two wished they'd died here and now.

She saw a grenade roll into the intersection and quickly placed her arm before her face shielding her eyes from the blinding flash the phaser grenade gave off. Once the explosion had cleared she quickly raised her rifle approaching the two prone figures lying upon the ground. She kept the muzzle focused on both men ensuring that neither would suddenly sit up to try and gun her down with their weapon. As she approached she was able to confirm that both of her targets were indeed incapacitated.

A man entered from the main hall causing her to tense for a moment but immediately she recognized the rugged features of the Chief of the Deck and kept the muzzle of her rifle directed downwards. "Likewise Papa Bear." Fasha said nodding at the older man. She stood back as Sten moved to secure the weapons their foes had dropped but as he moved to scoop up one of the rifles a look of recognition seemed to light up upon the old man's face.

She watched as he flipped Titan onto his back and in an action that surprised her he let out a snarl brimming with rage. Perhaps some people would stop him with words insisting that killing him would be wrong, That despite whatever he'd done he had some semblance of a right to live. Unfortunately for Titan Fasha was not one of those people as she merely moved to watch Smoke keeping her weapon trained on him if he decided to wake up at all during Papa Bear's act of vengeance.

[ Wenn Cinn | USS Theurgy | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 ]

Cinn thought this over and nodded, it might be a good idea to use the confusion of the whole situation to their advantage, and after all at worst they would be dealing with the situation as it would be if things went poorly anyways, it the gr scheme of things this as a even trade off to put a risk on. Cinn eventually nodded to the plan. "Alright, it might be a valid plan to try and pull off. But we cannot go in through here, it will draw to many questions."

Cinn looked further ow the tubes. "You will leave the gear with us, head back to the the hall and get out there. Come into the shuttle bay though the doors and try and lead them so their backs are to this exit, once you are in position we will gt out an tun them, if we fail to take them out you can use your hand phaser to finish the job up fairly quickly."

Cinn hoped that this plan could work, they were already in position to take their first steps to requesting the captain, they just needed to get in and get this done before they were found out. They would be able to tun on the shields to the shuttle to keep themselves safe until they needed to do their beaming, and even then in the few seconds the shield would be down it would be unlikely that anyone could do enough damage to a shuttle with a phaser to halt their plans.

[ Cameron "Cam" Elizabeth Henshaw | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Wenn Cinn & Axius vel Onea

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"Okay. Here." Henshaw surrendered over all the gear and equipment, which would have raised questions anyhow, except for her phaser, which she kept holstered at her side. She nodded at Cinn and Onea, then sauntered out to the hall, where she took the time to poise herself and mental state of mind. She reminded herself that for this moment, she was with Commodore Vasser and Captain T'Rena. She had to keep her tone even and steady. Just because the other men might not have taken psychology or learnt to read tones (neither fact of which she was positive about) did not mean she should take it easy. Best to be on guard while looking relaxed and confident all at once. When the doors hissed upon, she marched right in without trying to be sneaky, a hand resting over her phaser, ready to be drawn, as if she were wary for danger, but confident all the same, and with a half-smile, half-scowl etched on her face.

She saw the security detail, and smiled at them placatingly, holding her palms upwards, "Easy now, I'm with Commodore Vasser and Captain T'Rena." She allowed her false American accent to play up again, since that would be something they were more familiar with rather than her true accent, which might raise questions. "I've been sent to perform additional sweeps of the decks after a prior team had gone through. I assume you guys haven't met any Trent wannabes on your patrols?"

As she spoke, she walked right up to them, forcing them to turn and keep their eyes on her, while she made subtle gestures with her hands, pointing in a specific direction, to sort of make them consciously or subconsciously look in the given direction, which prompted them to look away from where Cinn and Onea would be coming through. She soon had them facing her pointedly, and she turned around, slowly, sensuously, and most of all, in a distracting manner. There was an advantage to wearing skin tight uniforms and not wearing any underwear: Everyone can tell. And right now, that would be quite a distraction, especially with the way she was moving and posing. She rested her palms on her hips, "So...quite a mess we have, huh?"

And indeed, it was. Federation against Federation. Henshaw would never get over it. Still, she had a part to play, and she hoped Cinn and Onea would come in. She tried to give them a hint, "But all clear here, right?"

[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 | Corridor | Deck 05 ] Attn: Tessa May Lance, Fasha & Sten Covington

Having left the Upper Computer Core behind and been running as fast as her emitter's small anti-gravitational units allowed her to, Thea may not have been winded from the physical exertions of her hardware, but her pasitronic brain's processor was solely dedicated to solve problems across the ship as best as her limited means could do so. She no longer had a ship-wide holographic grid to utilise in detaining mutineers, just as little as she could use any forcefields to keep them from moving around. The ship's surveillance systems had been completely destroyed during the first battle against Cala, so she could not pinpoint people by any other means than her internal sensors. She could not make site-to-site transports either since the sabotage in Main Engineering. She did have the ability to lock people into rooms, but with most of the mutineers armed, they could cut through her bulkheads.

What quickly proved most beneficial was to use the intercom and establish communication between the resistance cells across the ship - to rally the Ives Loyalists and tend to their immediate needs as best as she might with overdue information. As she ran, she was talking to crewmembers in almost twenty different places. One of those she spoke to was Lin Kae - her Holographic Specialist - who was just a hundred meters in the opposite direction from which she now ran.

Ahead of her, she spotted people standing in an intersection, and she raised her rifle mid-run to stun them if they proved to be mutineers. Yet when her projection's optical sensors established the identities of the people, she left her finger off the trigger of her assault rife. Two of the Lone Wolves, the Chief of the Deck and a couple of his deckhands, all armed and seemingly victorious in taking out two Harbinger pilots. As her sprint drew to a halt, she had accessed her internal sensor logs and traced back their movements through the ship - seeing their life-signs originating from Deck 15 and witnessing the readings of weapons fire that had been exchanged there. The average possibility that any of them were mutineers, based on her sharp assessment, was as low as 7.345 %.

"Multiple life-signs are moving in on this positi-" she started to say to them, since there was time for little else, but then she saw what Chief Warrant Officer Covington meant to do. "The subject does not pose any immediate threat. If you mean to end his life, you would be in violation of conventions dating back to the twentieth century. Moreover, it would be to repeat the crimes of Declan Vasser and T'Rena to resort to their methodology."

She then looked towards both the Catachan Colonist named Fasha - who seemed to have been fighting in her underwear - and to Tessa May Lance, both whom were fighter pilots who found themselves stranded inside their base ship. "I was heading towards Deck 08 and to assist in the capture of T'Rena, but right now, there are ten life-signs moving in on this location. My communication logs shows that these mutineers called for them. ETA 30.534 seconds from that direction. "

She pointed in the direction that led to the Battle Bridge, and then she told them the news.

"The Calamity dropped out of Warp outside this nebula we are hiding in, undoubtedly having noticed the readings of weapons fire from afar more than an hour ago, at which point five of the Lone Wolves escaped the Harbinger and its attack fighters." Thea put the butt of her rifle against her shoulder and took aim - about to intercept the mutineers as soon as the first ones came into view.

"Even if Captain Ives has not been restored to command, Commodore Vasser must be replaced, but it would be tactically unwise to do so when he is the only one at my CONN. Therefore, I kindly request that you make your way to Deck 01. I will follow your progress on the intercom. Please make haste while I keep them occupied."

She might have sounded calm, pragmatical, but her emotion ship was feeding her fear that she had a hard time to keep from lagging her response time. Question was, would they leave her behind to follow her recommendation?

"Please decide now," she said to them again, moving to take cover by the wall of the intersection - running footsteps already heard in the distance.

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OOC: Attn: Here is the earlier map to help you get your bearings. Thea arrived from the right-hand side: [Show/Hide]

A post for the shuttle bay team is next...

[ Axius vel Onea -NPC- | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 ] Attn: Wenn Cinn & Cameron Henshaw

Still having been unable to find any clothes since he had been intercepted in the locker room back in the Flight Hangar, Quake had come to wear the dust of the first fight and the grime of the jefferies tubes as a kind of suit - covering his body like a second skin. It provided some camouflage, at least, even if it was worthless in terms of protection.

"She would not have suggested it if she hadn't thought she could do it," he said quietly to Lieutenant Commander Wenn, whom he imagined was the kind of officer that did look after those under his command. The opposite of Vasser and his Vulcan harlot, whom he was especially disgusted with because of his native views. As a Câroon, he was immune to telepathic and empathic abilities, and the fact that such techniques could be used to twist people's minds so completely  further facilitated his opinion on the matter. It made him shudder to think that someone could be reprogrammed like some kind of computer, and that it could be done with such bloody ease.

It was time to move out, and Axius followed the directions given by the large Bajoran that led the way into the shuttle bay area. From afar, Axius saw how Ensign Henshaw had been more than equal to her self-allotted task. If he had not been mostly inclined towards men, he might have tripped over his own feet when watching the human female draw everyone's eyes to herself. He had noticed her lack of undergarments back in Below Decks, but if there was anyone who could wear that look and get away with it, it would be her.

There were three Harbinger personnel stepping up to her, one whom seemed to be the leader. The other two were the ones that they had spotted patrolling the area. The Trill in charge was a Junior Tactical Officer that Axius had spotted in a briefing held on Theta Eridani IV. He was six feet and wide of shoulders, with the flat cheeks that women fancied and almost turquoise blue eyes. Frankly, Axius would not have minded chatting some more with him. That was, of course, before he proved to be a bloody mutineer. His name... Was it Tew? Junior Lieutenant Tew. He was almost certain.

"We are clear here," said Tew, and his profile suggested a smile, "but let me get this right. You were sent alone to do sweeps for resistance cells in this area? How many weapons are you hiding underneath that uniform?"

"I think we need to see her entire arsenal, don't you think?" said the one on Henshaw's right, leering at her.

"Yeah, she must have used those weapons to woo Ives, so I'd be damn if I wouldn't like a sample of that," said the one on the left, a clever gleam in his eye. "Smart to apply for the Yeoman position even though you were an Ensign. Commodore Vasser and Captain T'Rena really thought this true ahead of time, eh?"

Axius did not know what to think about what was being said, so he looked to Wenn Cinn - wondering if they and the deck hands straggling behind them ought to stun the trio in their backs. As for Henshaw, Axius had a hunch that Henshaw had been earnest with them, but this was the first time hearing Harbinger people speak of Henshaw's transfer.

As for Captain Ives having sex with his newly recruited Yeoman, well, on one level Quake sympathised with the Chameloid if that was the case, for obvious reasons... But on another. No, it did not look so good if he'd had since he was always very keen on sticking to regs no-matter what.

[ Tessa May Lance (https://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/219/0/d/tessa_row_01_by_auctor_lucan-d7u6mx6.png) | USS Theurgy | Ship's Corridors | Deck 05  ]  Attn: Auctor Lucan, Morrigan & Sten Covington.

"Are you all right Ma'am?" Petty Officer Adara Hussein of deck ops asked her as she helped Tessa back to her feet. 

"Peachy," Tessa winced.  "How are our guys?"

"Stunned," the mechanic replied.  "They must want us alive.  Do we leave them behind or take them with us?"

"I'll check with Papa Bear," Tessa murmured, "and give myself time to answer that question," she silently added as she walked over to corridor's intersection to join the others.  She arrived in time to see Papa Bear, the two remaining volunteers for the decoy party and her fellow Valkyrie pilot  Lieutenant Junior Grade Fasha, also known as Wolf-12, callsign Morrigan, standing over the comatose forms of two Harbinger pilots.  The four of them were conferring with Thea, who Tessa was glad to note was not-quite-so offline or reprogrammed as T'Rena would have them believe.

"I was heading towards Deck 08 and to assist in the capture of T'Rena, but right now, there are ten life-signs moving in on this location," Thea reported. "My communication logs show that these mutineers called for them. ETA 30.534 seconds from that direction."

"That doesn't give us much time..." Tessa replied, but Thea wasn't finished.

"The Calamity dropped out of Warp outside this nebula we are hiding in, undoubtedly having noticed the readings of weapons fire from afar more than an hour ago, at which point five of the Lone Wolves escaped the Harbinger and its attack fighters," The heavenly hologram continued as she turned away and looked down the sights of her phaser rifle down the corridor that lead to the Battle Bridge.  "Even if Captain Ives has not been restored to command, Commodore Vasser must be replaced, but it would be tactically unwise to do so when he is the only one at my CONN. Therefore, I kindly request that you make your way to Deck 01. I will follow your progress on the intercom. Please make haste while I keep them occupied.  Please decide now," she added as she took cover at the corner the intersection.

"You heard her, let's take the bridge," Tessa ordered as got to her feet and turned to lead the group back the way they came. "Ditch the combadges and move like you've got a purpose!"  She may have been leading the expendable distraction team, but Commander Cinn would have to admit that attacking the bridge was one hell of distraction.  It wasn't until she heard the shots behind her that Tessa realized that she wasn't leading a distraction team anymore, she was leading a strike team on a mission they couldn't fail.  What they did now mattered, and failure was not an option.

[ Wenn Cinn | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 |USS Theurgy ]

Wenn Cinn nodded as he was comforted by Axius. "I know, I would not have sent her had I thought that she would be unable to handle herself...But something is off, very very off bout this, they are not acting like themselves, these people seem almost as if they are being driven by primal desires..." He watched as the Mutineers began to get closer and more bold with Cameron, this was not right, they were moving towards sexual acts, by the word of the prophets, REALLY! this was going to just be life on this ship, something sexual as going to happen at every turn for them.

Cinn's face broke into a disgusted snarl as he looked to his team. "Ready phasers, we fire when I give the word." He looked back out at the situation as it unfolded for Cameron, he could not imagine how horrible it must be to know that she was being used as bait to these perverts while people who could help her sat only a stones throw away. He looked back to everyone again after getting another check on things and he spoke in a cold tone. "I will signal for Henshaw to drop, the instant that she hits the ground, or upon recognition that she is in danger we will strike to protect our own." He readied his own weapon before setting his plan into action.

The grate silently swung open and Cinn flagged own Cameron as best he could before he gave her a sign to drop to the ground, an he even mouthed it to her to "Drop Down" so that she would be out of the crossfire and hopefully spared from the ambush as he looked back to his mean an motioned for them to get into position to fire before turning his attention back to the scene in front of him and he waited for things to play out just a bit longer before he took action. Deep down Cinn as worried, he was concerned that he might hit Cameron with hi ambush, despite the allegations against her she was still of Theurgy and so was he, if they did not have trust then they would have nothing, he needed to trust her since she put her trust in him, and he did not want her to blieve that that trust had been misplaces.

As the seconds continued to count down Cinn thought to himself, "Come on Henshaw make our move, drop to the ground, go limp, get our of the way, I do not ant you to gt it." His mind was rife with concerns, but as a commander he had to make the hard decisions, and that meant sacrificing one crewman to possibly save the ship, and in this moment Henshaw had volunteered herself for that position. An such a selfless act was not something that Cinn wanted to waste.

[ Cameron "Cam" Elizabeth Henshaw | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Wenn Cinn & Axius vel Onea

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Henshaw's eyes darted back and forth between the men, her face a neutral, even expression, yet her heart began to beat in silent panic. Granted, in many ways, she had brought this upon herself in the way she had handled her relationships with the people on board the Harbinger. All the ever-growing unpleasant memories, and taking on the experiences of the crew, their sorrows, their troubles. It had taken its toll on her as well. That was one of her motivations for making the transfer. That Captain Ives was such an intriguing and attractive personality certainly helped make her more interested, and she would not deny that she had very quickly developed nearly primal desires regarding the Theurgy's captain, be it male, or female in form. But these men...their line of dialogue had quickly gone from suspicion to looking for something else.

But taking a stand as a proud officer, Henshaw, shifted her body fluidly, all those frequent workouts paying off, as one hand swiftly glided over the undrawn phaser while another hand raised out to forestall an advance on her person. "Ah ah ah, now, boys." She grinned at them with her lips but not with her eyes, "I don't need more than one weapon. And I was just following up behind the primary sweepers. Even so, I want you to consider something: Why would I be so bold to move alone unless I knew I can handle myself, huh?" The phaser, while still holstered, was bent at an angle so that she could shoot Tew at the very least if he wanted to make moves on her.

Her eyes caught the hand signals of Cinn and while she managed to avoid looking directly at him, as she didn't want to give his position away, she could roughly guess that he wanted a clear shot of these men, and she was in the line of fire presently. But she had a wild idea to help Cinn and the team, with the only risk being herself since she had managed to keep the attention of all three men on herself. Taking her hand off her phaser for a moment, she began to saunter up to the leader, Tew, "But on the other hand...you're not half-bad yourself."

She easily crossed the small distance between her and the tall, handsome man, lifting her hands to drape them on his shoulders as she all but pressed her body close to him, she gritted her teeth through her closed lips. Take this one little pleasure, you sick bastard. She thought furiously, Because this is as close as you'll ever get to feeling me up. And she drove her knee into his groin with all the force she could muster, pulled back, and delivered a vicious forward kick into his sternum. As the momentum of kicking into a much larger form drove her backwards, she reached for her phaser, and allowed herself to move back and as both her legs were on the ground she leapt backwards, shouting "NOW!"

Oh this is going to hurt like hell... twisting her body to present a harder target to hit while she sailed into the air, she fired wildly at one of the men, and then landed hard. Ignoring the throbbing pain of landing on an elbow, the young woman desperately rolled sideways, doing her best to attempt avoiding the return fire, and hoping to God that Cinn and the others were ready to fire at the drop of a hat.

[ Wenn Cinn | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 |USS Theurgy ]

Cinn had not been anticipating what Cameron ha been planing, but all the same she had managed to get herself clear of their light of fire while getting off some suppressing fire of her own. As she had yelled out hr signal Cinn raised his weapon an yelled his own command to his squad."Fire!" Cinn spared no time displaying his abilities as a marksman. He took one aimed shot to the mutineers and hit Tew right in the side of the head. He let his team take out the rest of the mutineers before he turned his attention back to them.

He motioned for them to hold fire and motioned for them to advance no the defeated squad. As he got close enough he turned to Axius. "Axius, I want you ad the others to  clean up this mess, get those mutineers bound and stowed away somewhere they will not be found, and collect their com badges, we will be needing them. I am going to make sure that Henshaw is alright."Cinn did not repeated himself, he assumed that his squad would know well enough to just do as he re directed and get the job done while he did his part.

Walking over to Cameron he offered his hand to her. "That was a very risky move Yeoman Henshaw, but I am glad you manage to keep your wits about you. If I had known that they would have gotten so perverse I would have attempted resolving this another way." Cinn had seen enough of how unwanted sex had complicate things in the past, it was certainly the last thing that Cameron needed after seeing a fellow officer killed in front of her, and then being branded a traitor by association. It truly was a marvel that she ha not broken ow or snapped yet, she truly had the makings of a fine officer.

[ Cameron "Cam" Elizabeth Henshaw | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Wenn Cinn & Axius vel Onea

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Thankfully, Cinn and the others had handled the situation quickly. She had looked up in time to see to her satisfaction, that in addition to damaged family jewels, he got a stun blast right to his head. Though on the other hand, he might become more stupid than he already is. Any dumber, and he might really become dangerous, was what Henshaw thought. Now that the immediate danger was past, the young woman allowed herself to moan and groan a little, now that she could feel all the pains from that crazy landing and rolling around. She was going to be pretty bruised up everywhere, for sure. And this was one more reason she was going to start wearing extra protective clothing, padding, whatever. Just anything to make sure that if she ever decided to jump and throw herself five feet in the air, she would have something protecting her elbows, knees and all other vital joints, because there was nothing funny about dropping on your funny bone.

When she saw Cinn's offered hand, and heard him speak, she smiled and took his hand, but groaned through gritted teeth as she rose to her feet, "Unnngh! It seemed like a good idea at the the time..." she rubbed her hurt elbow, "...and...hnh!...wow, if I had known it was going to hurt this much, I probably wouldn't have pulled off what I did."

"And don't worry about the planning, sir. It's one of the reasons I transferred from the Harbinger. They mistook friendliness and openness as an invitation for something else." She shrugged and holstered her phaser once more, "Well, we achieved our goal at least. What's next?"

She was eager to get things going and getting to the captain. The sooner the better.

[ Sten Covington | USS Theurgy | Ship's Corridors | Deck 05 ]

Covington was ready to bring his reinforced safety boot down upon the pilot's head.  He was a strong, large man.  Between his mass and his strength, hammering his heel down upon Smoke's head would be lethal; perhaps not instantly but the damage to his brain would eventually end his life.  But instead, he was interrupted by the arrival of Thea, citing the Geneva Convention as a reason not to kill the pathetic excuse for a man before him. 

"Thea, there's rules that go back a lot further than the twentieth century.  These two things tried to rape Nahrik Cinsaj after the beach party.  I stopped them then and I thought that would have been it.  This morning, she's found raped and murdered in my fighter bay!"  Only a particularly dense Vulcan would miss the utter fury that contorted his features and the tone of his voice.  To him, this was not murder, this was the delivery of proper justice.  Do not steal, do not murder, do not rape.  Those rules were of common decency and went back thousands of years in thousands of cultures. 

However, there was no further time to discuss the matter when a warning about a counterattack was made, along with the information about what was transpiring on the Bridge.  And despite himself and the circumstances, Sten smiled.  Lance did not hesitate or waffle or seek to avoid the situation.  She remembered she was an officer and acted the part.  As his men secured the weapons of the Harbinger pilots, the Chief of the Deck turned his mind to the matter at hand. 

"You all heard the Ma'am!  Hussien, take point!  Remainder, remember your combat training, we're looking at a withdrawal under fire here!"

[ Fasha | USS Theurgy | Ship's Corridors | Deck 05 ]

Fasha stayed behind for a moment silent as everything was said and the others made their way down the hall. She would follow in time but she just couldn't leave knowing the crime these two had committed. The muzzle of her rifle lifted it would be so simple to just pull the trigger and wipe both of them from the face of the galaxy. Her finger tensed on the trigger of the rifle just a tiny twitch and one shot would be all she needed to end them both.

But instead she lowered the muzzle taking her finger off the trigger opting instead to kneel down beside the unconscious smoke and grip him by the front of his flight suit. Before driving her fist into his nose and releasing him letting the force of her punch bounce the back of his skull back against the floor before standing and leaving. Perhaps it would kill him perhaps it wouldn't regardless of if it did or not she didn't care for the result. She'd leave his life to whatever fate had in store for him.

She then followed after the rest of the group taking up the rear of the group jogging to catch up before the hostiles Thea had mentioned came and found her. She could feel a tinge of regret budding in her stomach if those hostiles found Smoke and Titan they would just be revived. Her grip on her rifle tightened "I should have ended them..." Fasha thought as she followed Lance and Covington.

[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 | Corridor | Deck 05 ] Attn: Tessa May Lance, Fasha & Sten Covington

Phaser trained on the corridor, Thea's simulated breathing made her golden chameleon body-suit gleam in the overhead lights. In the background processes of her digital mind, she was in communication with several resistance cells, and one of them was Lin Kae and his two companions. As she stood there at the corner of the intersection, she turned her head and looked down the corridor from whence she had come before she had encountered Chief Covington and two of the Lone Wolves.

Her dear friend was down that corridor, and she hadn't been able to see him... one last time.

The mutineers appeared, and despite how her emotion chip had made her cry, her eyes were sharp as she opened fire - consecutive beams smiting the distance. The brilliant lines made the Harbinger people fall one by one, and It took her well under twenty seconds to have hit them all, despite their efforts to take cover. Once they were immobilised, she moved on - setting off to deal with her top priority.

Despite all evidence to the contrary, she assured herself that if she was successful, she wouldn't be betraying Captain Ives' trust. Instead, they might gain an ally with all the answers they might need.

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[ Axius vel Onea -NPC- | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 ] Attn: Wenn Cinn & Cameron Henshaw

Tense as he was, Axius had enough weapon training behind him to know how to place his shots without hitting Ensign Henshaw. It had been a quick affair to immobilise the three mutineers, and when it was done, the Chief of Security ordered to ensure that they would not be bothering anyone until order had been restored on the ship.

"Aye, aye," he'd said and done as told, working with the deck hands that had accompanied them to deal with the three unconscious Harbinger men.

Once it had been done, the bodies being stored in the control room of the shuttle bay where operations and conn personnel usually worked, Axius returned to Lieutenant Commander Wenn Cinn and Henshaw, for whom Axius had newly earned respect for. It was definitely more to her than a glorified assistant to the Captain, and hopefully, Ives would see that instead of believing that she'd been working to oppose them. Even though Axius could understand how someone in Henshaw's position would be key to this mutiny, he had utter faith in the word of Sten Covington. If the Chief of the Deck believed that there were iron in her words, then Quake had no further doubts. Papa Bear knew his business.

"I suppose we are to power up one of these shuttles and prepare to beam into the Brig?" he said after Henshaw asked her question, and he looked towards Wenn Cinn in affirmation. "Do we need to assemble and arm some bomb first? Leave the shuttle to me in that case."

This was it. It was time to liberate the Captain and the others in the Brig. Then Commodore Vasser would pay dearly for his treason...

[ Eun Sae Ji | USS Theurgy | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ]

Eun Sae stood in the midst of the Theurgy's ruined Fighter Assault Bay. Her hand reached up to tug lightly on her hair as everything that was happening sank in. It hadn't been long since she'd been transported aboard the Theurgy with orders to begin preparations to get the FAB back in working order. In the beginning she could only wonder what had happened that the Theurgy's own deck crew couldn't fix. The moment she'd appeared in the bay she couldn't describe the sick feeling that seemed to coil up in the pit of her stomach.

She took a few small steps towards pilots lounge there were large holes melted through the walls and bits of glass littering the floors around the windows. Inside she could see black scorch marks from where phaser fire had struck. Memories of better days passed her mind as she approached the office. Days of when she'd spent her time elbow deep in the guts of a Valkyrie while Sten Ahjussi would play music over the hangar's intercom system. Or slower days when she'd sat in the deck crew lounge trying to learn the basics of Poker from some of the older members of the crew.

All of it seemed like such a distant memory now and the scene around her seemed to only add a sense of guilt upon the already sick feeling she felt. She knew that her presence likely wouldn't have had any sway on the outcome but the thought that she should have been here still lingered in her mind. Did this have anything to do with what she'd witnessed earlier this morning. The conversation she'd managed to overhear whilst she was calibrating the thrust output on one of Valkyrie II's belonging to one of Phantom's pilots after getting a complaint about some sort of overheating issue.

Commander, I would ask if you enjoyed the party last night, but I know the answer and I don't really care anyway. I will convene with my pilots shortly. Your orders?"

Eun Sae froze as she sat inside the cockpit of one of the Valkyrie's uploading a copy of the Fighter's engine output statistics to her PADD so she could review it during calibration. It was her hope that Phantom would have already left by now to start the debriefing with his squadron it was no secret that the scarred man scared her to a certain extent. She sank into the seat of the fighter keeping her head low below the edge of the canopy only taking small chances to peak out at the scene unfolding nearby.

"To close your mouth and understand before you speak," said T'Rena gravely, and put her hand on his cheek. "My thoughts to y-"

He snatched her wrist and kept the hand away. "Understand what?" he asked, not liking mind tricks one bit. Of what issue did she speak?

The Vulcan did not look like she did, but the irritated frown was plainly there nonetheless. "How you can save the last few pilots you have left." Slowly, she twisted her wrist against his thumb to come loose from the grip, and Phantom did not move away when he heard her words. "You will understand a new purpose in this fool's errand we are on, and see our future for what it may be. What we need to do... to avoid it more unnecessary deaths."

Was this what it took to prevent unnecessary death? Her bitterness towards the Vulcan commander of the Harbinger deepened as she glanced back towards the bodies that lay scattered around the bay. Could she have warned the Theurgy of this before it even began? Would it made a difference if she had? So many questions on what she could have done spun around her mind.

Her hands traveled up to her head taking handfuls of her hair and tugging on it as the weight of the situation came crashing down on her harder than it had before. The doors of the hangar sliding open however quickly snapped her out of her mental breakdown before she could spiral deeper into it. She quickly ducked down moving over to the shattered window wincing as the glass crunched beneath her boots and cut into her knee as she peeked over the edge of the window to see who had entered.

Her eyes immediately recognized the individual striding through the hangar. She stood and stepped out of the ruined lounge "Thea?" Eun Sae called watching as the woman's bodysuit changed from Security Orange to the stark white color worn by Tac-Conn officers. Eun Sae stopped in her tracks as a thought traveled through her mind. Officially Eun Sae was now a member of the Harbinger's crew would Thea see her as an enemy now?

[ Wenn Cinn | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 |USS Theurgy ]

Wenn Cinn took in the situation at hand and nodded as he began to answer his teams questions. "The bomb is a simple chemical reaction, we simply start the reaction and be it out. The two bombs will do all the blinding we need before we arrive, it is a very quick reaction so we will save that for right before we send them off. Before we power on anything we need to go over how we will set up a way to beam out, seeing as we will be limited on the size of a group that can be beamed out we will beam out the captain an any other loyal crew being kept prisoner, then the military part of the team will be pulled out. To get lock on coordinates we will need to make a beacon to set up a radius to beam out of. Once we have all that we will need to act fast, the team will beam in, the ship will activate its shields to keep our method of beaming safe, and when you detect the beacon in the brig you will beam out everyone so that we can be in and out before anything can be done about either part of this operation."

Cinn was certain that this was going to be a lot to take in, but it was what needed to be known, it was the finalization of their rescue plan, his team would handle things as best they could upon arriving in the brig, and hopefully the team at the shuttle would be able to keep their cool and await the beacon. It wouldn't be hard to get one, most devices came supplied with a means to send a signal, Cinn was certain that if needed they could make a confiscated combadge fill the part if there was nothing thy could use in the shuttle.

[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ] Attn: Eun Sae Ji

Hearing her name echo across the flight hangar, Thea turned on her heel with her Type-III phaser assault rifle coming up - eyes along the sights.

The source of the voice came from a familiar face which belonged to the area, but not to the current crew manifest. Thea kept her rifle raised as she watched the Head of Fighter Propulsion emerge out of the debris, wondering if her optical sensors were directed at someone who's organic mind had been altered to view the future like the Vulcan named T'Rena did, or if Eun Sae Ji was the same woman that had been aboard her since her own commissioning. As advanced as her internal sensors were, she could not penetrate the secrets of the human mind. She wished there was a dataport she could have used, like in Ravenholm's case - a woman that might have died to protect Thea.

"Did you come near your First Officer during the time you spent on the Harbinger, or at any given point since she became my Commanding Officer?" she asked the human, referring to herself as the ship as opposed to its projected interface hologram - the digital soul that was about to go against Captain Ives' orders.

Thea was not sure whether she had to shoot Eun Sae or not, because if the human had escaped the Vulcan's notice, then she could be of great assistance. If she was one of the mutineers that had remained to guard the area, however, then she would be of no use at all before Sarresh Morali, Ryuan Sel and the Vulcans on Ives' side could restore Eun Sae to her rightful mind. At which point it would be too late to help Thea in her undertaking.

"Petty Officer Ji," she pressed, unmoving as a statue where she stood - the sound of her projected audio echoing in all directions across the devastation, "Did the Vulcan named T'Rena come close to you? Did she lay her hand on you and show you what she believes is the future? Do you believe in Captain Ives still, or have you forsaken our true mission?"

She might have been unable to deactivate her emotion chip, but given how personally invested she was in her current operation, Thea could not let sentimentality get in her way.  Her face was void of emotive inflections - analysing the technician where she stood and hoping that there was truth to be heard. Hours, minutes and seconds spent in communication and face-to-face interaction with the Petty Officer streamed through Thea's analysis as she watched the woman - trying to spot any irregularities that might suggest a lie. She hoped she wouldn't.

Thea also hoped that she'd have a chance to do what she had to, regardless the risk. The cost to her crew.

[Red Alert. Red Alert. All hands to battle stations. Red...]

The loud klaxon, and her own disembodied voice on the intercom heralded the arrival of her daughter... and her destination.

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[ Axius vel Onea | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 ] Attn: Wenn Cinn & Cameron Henshaw

Listening, Axius tried to translate the almost military way in which the large Bajoran spoke into simple, everyday terms. Security seemed to speak in code in some ways, but after enough time hanging with them at the gymnasiums on the ship, Axius was confident he had caught on to what Wenn Cinn was saying.

"With a beacon, you mean that we need at least one fresh combadge, right?" he said in verification, "I mean, of course, a clean one that is not tied to Thea but to the shuttle instead. As long as we are not inside the holding cells, the transporter inhibitors don't work, right? So it's a matter of first getting everyone out of there, then getting them into the radius of a transporter signal lock for the combadge, and then giving the operator here in the shuttle a head-count on how many to beam back, right? Like a regular transporter room only... not."

Axius may have been too simplistic in his terminology for the Bajoran's taste, but he was just a fighter jockey not some Cadassian Occupation survivor who'd forgotten more ways to kill people than Axius had ever learned. "I will pick the shuttle based on the availability of one - or more - of those beacons you want. I won't be touching any bombs though. I will be waiting in the shuttle that best suits your needs."

Then he moved out, keeping a look-out for more mutineers even if the entire shuttle bay lay quiet. Hopefully the bombs would not take too long to make, and they could get the Captain out before...

[Red Alert. Red Alert. All hands to battle stations. Red...]

Oh, piss on the ground and make the earth weep, what is it now?

Then it struck him. It could only be one reason the Red Alert was sounded.

"The Calamity!" he called back to Wenn Cinn, Henshaw and the Bear Cubs. "We better get a move on!"

[ Eun Sae Ji | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ]

Eun Sae shut her eyes as the rifle was brought to bear upon her. She waited for a moment her fists clenched tightly at her sides as she waited for whatever pain the shot from the phaser would cause. Would it burn? Would it be quick? Would she even feel it? All those questions raced through her mind but after a few moments she cracked open one of her eyes to see Thea had not yet pulled the trigger on her.

She and Thea stood silently for what to Eun Sae felt like an eternity simply looking at one another. She relaxed a small bit if she wasn't dead yet and if she could manage it she'd stay that way for a while perhaps things weren't as bad as they seemed. As Thea spoke Eun Sae thought about why it would have mattered if she'd been close to T'Rena or not. At least that was the thought that lingered, until her mind was drawn back to what she'd witnessed already. At one point it had seemed that Wing Commander Kilinvoss was against anything that the Vulcan woman had to say. The next it seemed he was more akin to her own personal attack dog.

Eun Sae shook her head "No! I barely even spoke with her I swear!" Eun Sae said as she stared at the rifle aimed at her. Her body was tense it was no way she could feel at ease with the weapon aimed in her direction. Her body trembled slightly in her time upon the Theurgy she'd grown used to Thea's holographic projection being an avatar of usefulness and pleasantness. Never once had she thought that she'd see Thea as the cause of something for her to fear.

As Thea spoke again the sound of her voice echoing throughout the entire Fighter bay Eun Sae visibly flinched. Would Thea believe any answer she gave? "S-She didn't touch me!" Eun Sae called out. When the topic regarding Captain Ives and the mission they'd set out on came into question however she bit her lip a tell that had developed over the past year of something bothering her. "If I didn't believe in the mission...I wouldn't have bothered coming back..." Eun Sae said frowning.

"Please don't shoot." Eun Sae whispered

[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ] Attn: Eun Sae Ji

Watching the technician protest in her innocence, Thea observed her with unblinking eyes - matching her behaviour with the surveillance logs she had on Eun Sae. Her processing of the collective data was in real-time to Eun Sae's facial expressions - the matches made in minute precision and generating a cumulative result. By the time the human had ceased to speak, and she had weighed in known factors about the human psyche and the circumstances of the crisis - the sight of the very location in which they stood - Thea had determined that the odds that Eun Sae spoke the truth was 92,453 %. This barring outlying factors for which she did not have any raw data to add to the analysis.

"I believe you," she said and powered down her weapon, which may have been set to stun to begin with, but would not serve any purpose in making a request to the woman. "My apologies. It has been verified that T'Rena has utilised the Vulcan mind-meld to ensure the loyalty of Declan Vasser's subjects, and there is no means in which I can quickly determine whether or not it has been done to an individual. Even if you had been subjected to the mind-meld, I would not have done anything else than stun you. I hope you understand the necessity of my actions."

Lowering the rifle to her side after powering it down, Thea stepped up to the technician and laid her hand on her shoulder, hoping that she would recognise her projection as an ally and no more a threat to her person. To further restore a degree of trust, Thea smiled to Eun Sae, speaking selected words of reassurance. "The resistance is winning ground, and I have established communication between the people loyal to Captain Ives. All over the ship, we are fighting back, and I will once more belong to the Theurgy's rightful crew and its Commanding Officer. I need your help, Petty Officer Ji, because I am the only one that have any change of a non-hostile resolution with the Calamity. My daughter, who has now verified our location and means to destroy me and everyone aboard."

When re-evaluating her words, the outcome suggested that Thea had not been very reassuring at all. It did, however, urge for the haste she required.

"Are you willing to help me speak with my daughter and convince her to cease her hostilities?"

Perhaps 'speaking' would prove inferior to restoring her ethical subroutines, but it was the standard phrase - words based on social conventions that the organics had dictated long before she was commissioned.

[ Cameron "Cam" Elizabeth Henshaw | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Wenn Cinn & Axius vel Onea

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Henshaw listened to Cinn's explanation after Onea's suggestion about a bomb with a frown, because she was having a hard time following the Bajoran's straightforward-yet-confusing exposition. It wasn't that it was nonsensical, but rather it was a different type of lingo and slang that she wasn't used to, and Onea appeared to be having slightly similar problems tough he evidently grasped it better than she did, and she turned to listen to him when he "translated" Cinn's explanation and mission plan. That made more sense now, though she still struggled to fully grasp it, and she realized that this was not her skill set at all. She was more of a counsellor and a listener to people's woes and troubles, and comforting, advising and encouraging them. It wasn't too different from what she was now doing for Captain Ives. And that thought led her to gloomy fears of what the captain must still be thinking about her right now.

Then Onea urgently mentioned the Calamity, and that made Henshaw blanch. The memories of her sister's death fresh in her mind, and all those lives lost that day. Now in addition to Vasser's takeover, they had to deal with that blasted ship?!? Someone really hated the Theurgy and those within it, that was for sure. Turning to Cinn, she spoke urgently, "Please tell me what you want me to do." They needed to get Ives back in command, as soon as was realistically possible. So she silently wished luck to any and all people who were loyal to Ivea and Trent, and that they would all make it to see to the Calamity.

[ Eun Sae Ji | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 | USS Theurgy ]

Eun Sae waited as Thea seemingly mulled over her given responses. Had she been convincing enough or would her fear be misinterpreted as deception? Would she be a victim of unfortunate circumstance? All of these questions flew through her mind as the silence between herself and Thea continued to hang in the air between them. Finally the weapon was lowered allowing Eun Sae to breath just a bit easier now that her life was no longer threatened. She scowled as Thea proceeded to apologize for the entire ordeal even though she did accept the apology it didn't make her any less upset to be held at gun point. "I get it...Let's just forget it happened okay?" Eun Sae said allowing a slight shiver to run through her body as she attempted to push the events of the past few minutes out of her head and bring herself back to a somewhat normal state of mind and not one that was scared or angry.

She kept her eyes towards the floor as she took in deep breaths to steady her frayed nerves. Having a weapon aimed at her was definitely a new experience she did not look forward to repeating any time soon. She flinched slightly as she felt Thea place her hand upon her shoulder not expecting the contact from the other woman. However upon meeting Thea's eyes she relaxed just a bit as she saw the smile that she'd been so familiar with over the course of her stay on the Theurgy.

However as Thea began to speak about a non-violent resolution to the threat posed by the Calamity, Eun Sae's face took on a more confused expression having no knowledge of the vessels arrival. All she could remember about the ship was it's merciless assault upon the Theurgy and Harbinger when they'd stopped to rest and repair on Theta Eridani IV. That along with the talk of the progress the resistance was making upon the Theurgy. Were people really still fighting when a threat like the Calamity loomed on the horizon? The tone and words used by Thea however suggested that there was little time to deliberate on her decision. Glancing around the Flight Bay briefly she could tell that there was nothing she could really do now other than help Thea as she'd requested.

"Alright...What do I need to do?" Eun Sae asked she didn't know the details of how AI conversation worked but she was sure there was a lot more to it than just "speaking." But at this point anything was worth a shot if it stopped the Calamity from blasting them into space dust.

[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ] Attn: Eun Sae Ji

After establishing that Petty Officer Ji was willing to aide her, Thea nodded to her in the common and cursory way of displaying gratitude and turned away - resuming her stride across the Fighter Assault Bay. "Please follow me."

They were walking towards the unique attack fighter in the hangar. The one which Junior Lieutenant Rawley had brought aboard as they left Theta Eridani IV.  It was the enigmatic presence that hailed from the same time which the Calamity came from. It was supposed to be dismantled and put together again, reverse-engineered so that they had the opportunity to improve the Mk III fighters as best as they might. The project was supposed to be spear-headed by the Boslic woman named Narik Cinsaj. The Engineering Consultant had, unfortunately, been raped and murdered that morning, and Thea had personally been there to collect the forensic evidence. As it were, the deck crew knew naught more than what the plates said: That it held the designation AC-507 Mk I Reaver.

It was damaged. A gaping hole in the hull where the transparent canopy was usually located on contemporary attack fighters. The structural weakness of a canopy had evidently been removed, and the pilot was supposed to solely rely on the TVD technology that was brand new to the helmets of the Tactical Conn Exosuits. Junior Lieutenant Rawley had patched the hole with a structural integrity force field as she landed it in the Theurgy's hangar, and her account had stated that the emitter that was supposed to project the holographic fighter pilot inside the cockpit had been damaged. Evidently, there was a separate computer installed that housed the holographic pilot since flight controls were not linked directly to that computer. In other words, the Reavers were not originally meant to be flown by photonic pilots, but by organics. This was the only explanation for the rig with an emitter, and Thea had deviced her tactic based on this fact.

"I must use this craft in order to board the Calamity," she told Eun Sae as if there was nothing complicated about that tactic. "I will steal the sensor signature from one of her current Reavers and install it into this ship after I have launched, but before then, it is unknown whether or not it is space-worthy. The ash from Theta Eridani IV has yet to be cleaned out of its propulsion systems, and there is no time to switch the impulse drive to one of our own. I am in need of something which is popularly called, 'a quick fix', meanwhile I will personally oversee the reformatting of its computer. We have but minutes to spare."

Saying this, Thea held her rifle raised as she climbed the short stairs leading up to the hole at the top of the hull. Reaching inside with her free hand, she withdrew a cable from its holographic pilot system and tugged at it so that she may jack the cable into herself. The moment she had plugged the cable into her mobile emitter - effectively sticking the end of the cable into her abdomen to the casual observer - she sent the activation prompt and began to analyse the data stored there.

Thea was expecting any kind of reaction from the Petty Officer, and her answers were close at hand if she had to explain herself as they worked.

[ Eun Sae Ji | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ]

Eun Sae followed Thea across the Fighter Assault Bay towards the only unique ship out of the entire line of fighters lined up inside the Assault Bay. As she approached the fighter brief flashes of what had transpired on Theta Eridani IV. Ashes, Screams, Death all of those things were what she related these memories to. She could imagine with great detail the ominous shadow of this very fighter silhouetted against the red sky raining down volleys of phaser fire on people just fighting for a chance at life. If there was one reason for her to be happy about being transferred to the Harbinger it was this ship here. But now wasn't the time for fear right now she had a job to do and little time to do it.

As Thea quickly boarded the vessel she Eun Sae listened to her quick explanation for the entire purpose of their task. Did she understand the specifics of it all? Hell no she didn't but at this point in their situation full understanding wasn't a prerequisite to actually finding a solution. If Thea thought getting this metal unmanned death machine operational could save them she'd have to take a leap of faith and trust her. As Eun Sae made her way to the back end of the craft towards the propulsion systems she unzipped the upper half of her jumpsuit shrugging out of it. "A quick fix? Considering this is my first time working with this tech we'll see what kind of miracle I can manage." Eun Sae said as she pulled open what appeared to be an access hatch. As soon as the hatch opened a gush of ash spilled out staining the lower half of her uniform and her undershirt black with soot. "Aigoo!" Eun Sae yelped as she jumped back from the hatch

She waved her arms a bit to clear the small cloud of ash that had been thrown up from the ash that had spilled out of the Reaver's engines. Once it cleared she moved back in swiping away at the caked ash with her fingers. Considering she'd never worked with this craft she hoped that the clogs in the engine would be the only issue but considering the roughed up appearance of Reaver she had her doubts. "Run a system diagnostic I need to know if there's anything else wrong with this thing that won't let it fly." Eun Sae called to Thea as she continued to trying an excavate as much soot and ash as she could from the inner systems of the impulse drive.

Until she had an vague idea of what else was wrong there was only so much she could do. If it came to something outside of her area of expertise it would mean she'd have to fall back upon booksmarts and outright improvisation to get this hunk of futuristic space metal flying again.

[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ] Attn: Eun Sae Ji

Hearing Eun Sae request a system diagnostics, Thea got up on her feet with the cable still attached to her abdomen. As she did, she resequenced her mobile emitter to project the kind of exosuit that was stored in the memory of the pilot rig. "Stand by."

She was already engaged in several download operations of the data in the pilot system, and she had learned how to operate the controls of the fighter. With one step, she dropped through the hole at the top of the Reaver and seated herself in the dark cockpit. The photonic optics of her eyes derived the control layout in the darkness and she located the system ignition. After thumbing the touch panel in the armrest she reached down to pick up the helmet that lay next to the seat. She was putting it on while the control panel was powered up, and she relayed the readings that could be seen in the visor via the intercom in the Flight Hangar. Otherwise, the Petty Officer would have a hard time hearing her when she was inside the cockpit.

[Initiating a full check on all systems. Weapons remain on 'safe'. Sensors remains on 'safe'. Landing gears remain lowered and antigravitation systems are online. Belaying full engines and propulsion tests for the time being, thrusters included,] she announced, not wanting to fire up the very systems that Eun Sae was trying to clear from ash and grime for obvious reasons. After that, Thea went through the diagnostics manually, making sure that dampeners and structural integrity fields could be brought online, as well as the sensors and the shields, weapons and navigational systems. There were no hard-points mounted underneath the wings, but the targeting software was brought online along with all other functions in order to ensure they were working.

[Aside from propulsion, all primary systems online and operating under normal parameters. Regenerative shields are at 75 % and cannot go higher because of the hull breech and its effect on structural integrity. It is likely that one of the shield emitters are missing. Plasma levels and ejection systems satisfactory and fully operational. Propulsion diagnostics suggest that the thrusters and impulse engines ought to be operating at 25%, but there is no telling how they might behave unless the engines are powered up. Suggested priority is to get as much ash out of the propulsion systems as possible before launch, and mounting hard-points underneath the wings.]

This being said, her download was completed, and Thea removed the cable from her abdomen - making her way up on top of the Reaver again. Once she emerged, she spoke to Eun Sae directly. "When it was brought aboard, it carried two depleted 40-round micro-torpedo launchers, and they need to be found, refilled and mounted. These launchers do not match the Mk III Valkyries, so they should stand out." Thea jumped down from the wing of the Reaver and landed not far from the Petty Officer - wearing the futuristic exosuit and helmet belonging to the craft that they were preparing for combat.

"What is more effective?" she asked, the static of the speaker on the helmet emphasising her words. "That I mount the hard-points or clean out the propulsion systems? I have done neither before but I know the procedures in theory."

Thea had no time-estimation for how quick the Petty Officer was at either task, so she let the human chose which task suited them best.

[ Eun Sae Ji | USS Theurgy | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ]

Eun Sae continued to work quickly as Thea conducted diagnostic on the ship's other systems. The ash seemed to have seeped into every possible orifice. The last thing she needed this bird to do was overheat it's engines due to heat build up. The computers that regulated the impulse drive's outputs were designed to be able to withstand heat but even they had their limits. If the temperature in the engine output regulation system were to rise too high the system would shut off as a fail safe to prevent any damage to the system and to the engines.

Eun Sae pushed could feel the ash caking beneath her fingernails as she reached deep inside the very guts of the propulsion system to scoop out handfuls of ash and space dust. As Thea began to report the results of her diagnostic Eun Sae finally managed to clear a sizable amount of ash from the propulsion system. Though there was still a large amount that she still couldn't reach not without proper tools at least. She could still remember the hell it was trying to clear the ash from the Harbinger's Valkyrie Mk II Fighters. It had taken her and part of her deck crew hours to clean up the engines and now here she was trying to get that kind of work done in the span of a few minutes.

However rather than stand for another moment and mull over the difficulty of her task she quickly climbed the step ladder leading up the wing of the craft and moved over to the exhaust ports designed to vent excess heat from the engines. As expected they were packed with ash that had filtered into them. Under any other circumstances she wouldn't dare shove her hand into one of these things but considering the need for haste there wasn't any time to dawdle with looking for tools or proper gear as she reached into the exhaust ports and began to clear the ash from them.

As Thea appeared from the hole in the hull of the Reaver, Eun Sae raised her head her face was smudged with black streaks of ash from where she'd wiped her arm across her face to brush away sweat that had slowly begun to drip down her brow. As Thea spoke she continued to work whilst simultaneously giving the woman below her undivided attention. "I can handle clearing the propulsion systems, Find the torpedo launchers I'm not sure where the Head of Armaments placed them but they can't be too far." Eun Sae said as she shifted over to the other side of the craft to begin digging out the ash clogging the other exhaust ports.

[ Wenn Cinn | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 |USS Theurgy ]

Wenn took in the situation at hand, he had no more time to plan, things had progressed to a threshold, if he did not act accordingly he would not be able to pull this off and many would likely die if they failed so he had no choice but to act now. He took the combadges and handed one to Cameron. "We will us these, we can activate them on our own, and we will turn them on when we are ready to beam out, instantly turn it off after arrival to avoid giving a locator lock location. Yeoman you will be in the center of out beam in party, you will instantly move to our rear and release all prisoners while we work to take the brig and seal ourselves in. Save the captain for after we take the brig, I do not want them hit in the potential crossfire. You will beam out first with any prisoners along with the captain. My team with gather around the last combadge and beam out after you."

He turned to the transporters and spoke in a commanding tone fitting the situation, his voice firm and calm as he spoke. "We need to move quickly, for the captain, for the crew, for everyone." He turned to face his team. "The Federation now depends on us, how we act now will decide the outcome of this entire ordeal." He smirked. "And I think we are the best team for the job."  He walked onto the transporter pad and checked his weapon. "Get into your positions, and prep the flash bangs, and beam them over after they are finished being mixed. We will be beamed over moments later to finish this, and I do not know abut the rest of you, but I am quite interested in seeing this pointless little mess put to an end." He looked to his team as he finished getting it prepared and he waited for them to get into position, he was certain that they would succeed.

[ Axius vel Onea | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 ] Attn: Wenn Cinn & Cameron Henshaw

They had gotten inside the shuttle he'd picked, and while Wenn Cinn spoke - rallying them to their task - Axius was not idle. He took one of the deck hands to the transporter controls in the shuttle, talking to him in a low voice - making certain he knew how they worked and that the systems recognised the signal of their two shuttle-bound combadges. It was quick work. The man worked in the flight hangar, so of course he knew how to handle the shuttle's controls. She shields were up in no time. Meanwhile, behind Axius, two other deckhands were working on the flash bombs - Cameron Henshaw close by.

"They are prepared!" called one of them in short order, and he went to place it on the shuttle's transporter pad while the red alert klaxon was heard from outside - resounding across the whole shuttlebay. "This is it, everyone get ready. Devices are armed. Ten seconds starting... now!"

"Locked on to the Brig," said the one by the shuttle's controls, "Site-to-site transport in three, two, one. Energising."

Axius saw the finished flash bangs that Wenn Cinn had brought to Below Decks vanish in the shimmer of the transporter pad, and they had to get on it immediately. "You heard the Lieutenant Commander, move it! Operator, lock on beacon 1, four to beam out! Henshaw, in the middle, go, go, go!" There was some hurried commotion to get everyone arranged inside the shuttle, but at least they did not have to use the small transporter pad when they beamed in. Wenn Cinn, Axius, Henshaw and one Petty Officer of Covington's. "Lock and load."

"Ten seconds have passed... Now! Good luck everyone," the shuttle operator called. "Energising!"

And they were off - vanishing in brilliance.

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[ Daniel "Riptor" Ritwer | Interrogation Room 02 | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Miles Renard

After the Red Alert had been sounded, Riptor had continued his rough treatment of Miles Renard's oral cavity. Yet the sound of Thea's voice repeating itself over the speakers, telling everyone to get to their battle stations, it was upsetting Riptor's mood. He did not want the distraction. Phantom would tell him when it was time, so he would use every second he could spare letting his own will be done. "Shut up!"

Grinding his teeth behind his beard, his grip became harder in Miles' hair and he breathed noisily through his nostrils - twisting the muzzle of his hand phaser against the Vulpinian's sweaty temple. Somehow, perhaps in thanks to his captive's skill, he managed to focus on his own satisfaction.  "Are you ready, Fox? Here, I come..."

But in the last moments, the sharp sound of two detonations reverberated against the door to the Brig, and Riptor's head swung towards the closed door - phaser pointing that way.

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[ Zaraq | Interrogation Room 03 | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Cathreen Dawinter

In the other Interrogation Room, Zaraq was on top of Dyan Cardamone - grunting as he rutted with her on the floor. The room was in shambles after their brief struggle, her clothing torn, and he bloodied and bruised by her protestations. Nonetheless, he had her pinned down, holding her wrists above her head while he appreciated her bared breasts with his mouth - his ridged corpus cavernosum (http://www.restoringforeskin.org/sites/default/files/glossary/Gray1158.jpg) sawing into her sodden depths.

The Red Alert meant nothing to him. Not when he finally was inside this female - having longed to mate with Dyan since the first day he laid eyes on her on the Harbinger. Now they they were at liberty to impregnate the women for the sake of the war to come, he was not going to waste the opportunity.

He was about to spend himself, he realised, and his breathing became more uneven. He found that he wanted to embrace her, and judging by how wet she was, she would not protest. At least he told himself that. He sat back on the floor, picking her up into his lap without slipping out of her. He held her arms behind her head with his iron grip on her wrists, and he used his firm embrace around her torso to push her down onto himself - making her grind down upon their joining. He looked her in the eye - thinking he would see her satisfaction when he impregnated her...

Before then, however, two sharp explosions were heard just outside the door, and Zaraq whipped his head around towards the locked door to the Brig. His grip on her wrists slipped as it went for the hand phaser by his hip... only to find that it wasn't there anymore. An oversight of his, induced by his distracted mind. He realised his mistake far too late.

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[ Jien Ives & Edena Rez | Holding Cell A | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Triage & Zenozine

The sounds of Red Alert had not be heard inside the holding cell - isolated as Jien Ives and Edena Rez were. Their conversation had, however, been interrupted by the sharp flash of light from outside the force field. Anything they had meant to say next was forgotten as the white light blinded them - forcing them to shield their eyes from the sharp luminescence. The lack of sound softened the effects of the flash bomb, but the reverberation had been felt in the deck plates below their feet.

"What is happening?" wheezed Edena Rez, blinking hard to try and get her eye-sight back.

"I don't know," grated Jien, the life support setting too low for him to speculate further. He couldn't see anything, but with a hand fumbling to find Edena's shoulder, he backed away from the forcefield - putting some distance between them and whatever was going on. "But hope springs eternal."

He knew that there were two Brig Officers outside, and the likelihood that they had caused the signature light of a flash bomb device was quite small. Still, they were armed, and if they had not covered their eyes, they would start shooting blindly. Either way, they would not hear anything, ears ringing loudly in the aftermath. Communication between themselves ruined. Regardless how affected they were, they were panicked men with phaser rifles.

If only he could see what was going on. All he could make out so far were moving shadows that slowly took shape.

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OOC: Below is an updated map of the Brig area and the security offices. Next poster in the arriving party is Triage! Feel free to puppeteer the two security officers as required. They could have been distracted by the video feed from the interrogation rooms that they were looking at when the flash bombs arrived. IronFerrox and Cathreen Dawinter posts in their scenes respectively. Doors to the interrogation rooms are locked on one side from the Brig's duty station and on the other side from the Aide's duty station in the main area of the Security Office, just like the security gate on the far left.

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[ Cameron "Cam" Elizabeth Henshaw | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Jien Ives, Edena RezWenn Cinn & Axius vel Onea

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And just like that, it was time. Henshaw took a few breaths, mentally preparing herself, for what was to come. The hardest part, she realized was not so much the adrenaline-pumping fight that was inevitably to come, but rather the fact that after all that, she dreaded and yearned most to see Captain Ives, and see what he/she had to say with regards to her. In her short time, she had made some friends here, and important ones. While it was somewhat calculative, the Yeoman justified it as the logical and sensible choice since only a truly and utterly suicidal person would not care to survive after freeing an angry Captain Ives. She wanted to live, and to let the air be cleared between the two. She wanted to curse Fedd's untrue implication of her duplicity, but she equated that to spitting on a man's grave, now that he was dead.

She nodded at Cinn's instructions, followed by a "Yes sir. She drew her phaser and pulled out a welder tool from the gear she was provided with. She listened partly to Cinn's pep talk, but she was more interested then with playing out possible scenarios with how the Captain would react to her. Most scenarios had violence in them, but some had a measure of hope, and the backing of her newfound allies in this troubled situation of friend-vs-friend. But she had to wrap up her thoughts soon, as the time for action drew nearer. Onea and several deck hands had been busy preparing flash bombs, which they then sent over first. Next, it was the team's turn to go over. They only had seconds to capitalize on the impromptu flashbangs. When Onea called out Henshaw's name, and the young woman strode forward, took her position, and waited.

The experience of transporting was discombobulating as always, as her vision blurred in light, and she felt slightly nauseated, and her surroundings changed. One moment, she was inside a shuttle's transporter pad, and the next, she was in some weird form of hell. But the depravity of Vasser's followers were obvious now in everything that she saw. She didn't need to be a Betazoid to know that there was great pain and suffering in this place, and it nearly stunned her. But she recovered herself long enough to turn and drop to one knee, twist her torso in what looked like an almost painful poise, and fired her phaser, set at a high stun, in the direction of the nearest hostiles she could see, namely the two security officers. She knew that her job now, as per Cinn was to free the prisoners, but saving Captain Ives for last. He was their priority, so keeping him alive meant letting him be the last one freed, until all hostiles could be dealt with.

The bombs made by Onea and the deck hands did their job well, the brig's security was in disarray, and the Yeoman had already dropped the two security officers, making easier the job of Cinn and the rest, while she moved on to attend to her own duties. She noticed the cell of Sonja Acreth, and couldn't help an involuntary shiver, as she moved for the lock-mechanisms. She stayed low to the ground, wanting to avoid fire, and glanced at the holding cell in front of her, and she saw Captain Ives, and Rez. Tilting her lips sideways in a burning sensation in her chest, she turned to add her fire to that of her teammates first, seeing as the immediate area needed clearing. She was standing right on top of one of the stunned security guards. Any other time, the guard might have gotten a kick out of Henshaw trampling on him, but right now, the Yeoman was more interested in staying alive than worrying about who or what she stood on.

[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ] Attn: Eun Sae Ji

At the Petty Officer's word, it was decided, and Thea acknowledged the choice with a brief nod before she strode off towards the weapon magazines. She walked up to the sliding doors, and the security panel next to it was lit up at her presence - the red light denying her entrance.

She did not have access to some parts of the ship - her A.I. hard-wired to not be able to open some doors or access some systems remotely - and the weapons magazines were not hers to access. The computer scientists of Starfleet had not trusted an A.I. with access to the hard-points of the Valkyries. Since Lin Kae unshackled her, her projection had been given a Security Clearance Level of 3, but that was not enough to to just waltz in without an access code. Such a code was, however, not too hard to derive from the surveillance footage stored in her memory banks, which pre-dated the first attack of the Calamity.

As she stood before the panel, she sifted through the data with clearly defined search parameters, and it took her only a couple of seconds before she lifted her hand and typed out a password that one of the deck hands had let slip at an unwary moment. While she pressed thr glowing touch scree buttons, she spoke in the deck hand's voice - a quick edit to her audio output. "Thompson-Five-Four-Charlie." This, added with the ten digit sequence  made the panel turn green and the doors to slide open. Ironic that she had to hack herself to do what she had to. Twice over since it was another example of how far she had yet to go to earn the trust of the organics, but also how she was bringing ruin to that trust - defying Captain Ives orders to save her daughter. She hoped she could, regardless.

Entering the magazine, she scanned the interiors and quickly located the Reaver's separated micro torp launchers. She walked over and lifted them, the finely tuned force-fields in her arms supporting the weight effortlessly. To her contentment, she noticed how the launchers had already been stocked with their micro torpedoes - prepared to be added to the wings as quickly as possible. The launchers were cumbersome, however, and they had to be carried out through the doorway and to the Reaver. Once there, she attached them with the magnetic locks.

"Launchers mounted," she said to Eun Sae, "I will be going for two more types of hard-points. What's the status of the engines?" Thea paused in her work, looking at the woman that was helping her. She was already covered in the ashes of Theta Eridani IV, and something beyond the regular social conventions made her add, "What's your status?"

[ Wenn Cinn | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 |USS Theurgy ]

As everything was prepared and thing began to get under way Cinn nodded and waited, he knew that they had title tie to act and no time for an error, it was do or die, either they would succeed or fail, and he was not one for failure. He watched as the flash bangs were set out and he instantly took up his position and waited for his team to form up around him, here would be a small window of time for them to act and as everyone got into their positions he nodded to their transporter technician and raised his weapon, ready to fight as son as they arrived.

The shimmer of the transporter beam rose an fell as they left the shuttle and arrive at the brig, he saw the two brig guards already stumbling trying to regain their focus as hey arrived, and once he and his team was fully solidified in their destination he took aim and fired, his shot hitting the guard closest to the exit in the headed, sending him crumpling to the floor like a puppet whose strings had been cut. He looked to the second guard as his team took down the second guard with little trouble. Rising a hand Cinn raised four fingers and motion to the interrogation rooms before he moved forward to the main entrance to the brig and he closed and sealed the door.

He looked back to the rest of his team and nodded as he got confirmation from the rest of his team that they interrogation rooms were clear. "Alright lock down the doors, we have only a matter of moments before they begin to force open the doors on us and stat to give us hell." He pointed to the main entrance. "I want two of you covering that door the rest the interrogation doors." He looked over his team as the moved into position, and then he looked to Heather as she began to work on Captain Ives cell.

Waling up to the barrier Cinn saluted to Ives."Lt. Commander Wenn Cinn reporting for duty captain, we are here to free you and take back this ship." He nodded to Cameron. "Yeoman Henshaw will have out out of there in a moment Captain, then we will need to move quickly and gt you beamed out of here and right on the way to ta back the ship sir." He looked to Cameron. "Try and keep it quick Cameron, I do not know how long his calm is going to be lasting, and I do not know how long we will be able to hold the brig." Cinn turned back and helped with watching the doors.

[ Eun Sae Ji | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ]

As Thea left to go collect the Reaver's armaments Eun Sae finished up cleaning out what ash she could reach out of the exhaust ports of the fighter. Wasting little time she slid off the edge of the wing dropping to the hangar floor and quickly moved to the back of the craft doing a quick inspection of the components of the propulsion system. If this fighter worked similarly to the Valkryie MK IIs and MK IIIs then everything seemed to be in working order for the most part. The remaining ash in the ship's systems might cause small abnormalities in the output of the engines but if she knew these systems as well as she thought she did it wouldn't disrupt the actual operation of the system during maneuvers.

She walked over to the panel she'd opened and shut it after doing one last check of the system. If there was anything else that needed to be done it was beyond her power to do so now considering the time constraint they were under. She turned as she heard Thea walking across the deck with the Reaver's two micro-torpedo pods in hand. She watched as Thea effortlessly mounted the weapons to the hard points on the fighter's wings. She straightened up as Thea asked for a status report on the engines. "They're a bit dirty but I cleaned out enough ash to make sure that it doesn't cause any complications while the system is in operation. Without more time that's all I can do so basically there is your quick fix." Eun Sae said nodding.

As Thea turned to face her the holographic woman's next words surprised her a bit as she asked for Eun Sae's own personal status. She was quiet for a moment as she thought exactly about how she was doing. To be honest she was scared she'd done a good job of hiding it thus far mainly because she'd had work to bury it all under but the consequences of the situation and her actions were an ever looming possible reality. What would happen if the Thea failed? What if members of the Harbinger's crew found out that she'd helped someone loyal to Ives? Her mind was looking for some sort of assurance that things would work out but the more she thought about it the less likely such a possibility seemed to be. She took a deep breath to steady herself as she shut the questions out of her mind.

Thinking to deeply into it would only emotional compromise herself further. "Just a bit shaken...I'm fine." Eun Sae said nodding. Eun Sae was quiet for a moment as she ran her ash smudged fingers through her hair. "S-So what next? What can I do?" Eun Sae asked hoping there was something Thea had in mind for her. Anything to keep her mind occupied.

[ Jien Ives & Edena Rez | Holding Cell A | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Triage & Zenozine

Inside the holding cell, Jien watched warily as the moving shadows gained form and colour outside the force field. Rez was at his side, and all they could hear was each other's strained breathing. Sharp, bright beams cut through the room and two shapes fell to the floor in close succession. Jien was quite certain they were the posted Brig Officers. The ones that had arrived were securing the Brig area, he realised, and it did not take long until one large silhouette stepped up in front of the force field. Holding a hand out before Rez, Jien urged her to stay back while he approached their visitor. Squinting, Jien tried to make out the shadows of the large man's facial features, and it was not until he was five feet away that he realised who it was.

Wenn Cinn, his Chief of Security and the one that the Prophets had blessed with a second chance at life. He was talking, Jien realised, but he could not hear a word because of the isolation protocol in place. Frowning, Jien looked between him and the people behind him, who were guarding the doors to the security gate and the interrogation rooms. Save for one, who was working the duty station. The figure seemed familiar, but it was not until a couple of seconds had passed that he ascertained her identity.

The force field dropped, and the sudden change in access to breathable air sent him into a coughing fit. His throat tickled and burned at the same time, but that did not cripple his intent.  No, with the rush of air, the floodgates of his ire were opened too - directed solely upon the woman by the duty station. Sounds from the brig hurt his ears, but since Cinn had turned to watch the doors, Jien's oaken eyes fell on the hand phaser on his old comrade's hip. There was no thought behind his move. Merely the pent up emotion towards the Yeoman's betrayal, and he seized the opportunity.

With two strides, he had ripped the hand phaser from Cinn's hip and he did not stop moving until he was right before the duty station - weapon pointed straight towards Cam's face. His stance was rigid, holding the phaser in a double-handed grip and with his eyes along the sights. His browridge had drawn down, beaded with sweat, and his countenance a cliff-face beset by the storms of his emotions. His glare was - however - completely uncompromising.

"Captain, wait..." said a man from the Lone Wolves, covered in grime and dust.

"What the hell is she doing here? She is playing you false," he rasped through his tormented throat, sucking replenished air into his lungs. His whole body was tightened as if in a cramp. His ears rang, and he felt sick. "Sjaandin Fedd said it on the Bridge, and he had no cause for lying. Why would he care to protect her? She is from the Harbinger, working with Vasser and T'Rena. She was key to make this take-over work. She handled my messages, changed my orders, spread misinformation. She sought her position so that she could gradually turn the crew against me. That she is here means that this is an ambush. You were led here on purpose and now you are all in the Brig too."

This made the deck hands nervous, looking at each other with alarm in their eyes.

"Captain. Listen to me," said his First Officer behind his shoulder. Edena Rez was still the Executive Officer until he relieved her of her duties. The voice. The intonation. It suggested that it was Kiya who spoke - the civilian Doctor of yore. Jien didn't care. Perhaps it was Vasser's influence. Perhaps it was Jona's. Either way, the ire that fuelled his body made him want to end the life of this woman who had betrayed him and helped killing his crew - handing the ship over to a madman. He did not want to listen to Kiya. He wanted retribution. Still she spoke to him. "We have suffered from a degree of asphyxiation for over an hour. The air is affecting us. Even at normal levels, we are now feeling a level of oxygen toxicity. Besides symptoms such as tunnel vision, tinnitus, nausea and muscle twitching, it also lead to irritability, anxiety, dizziness and confusion. You need to calm down. Think this through. You are not the same as him. You are better than this."

Again, Jien did not know if Kiya meant Vasser or Jona. He breathed hard through his teeth - glare unwavering from Cam where she stood behind the duty station - phaser utterly still in its aim. For all the ire that could be found there, the hurt of betrayal lay also in his stare. Not just professionally, but because of how she had come to soothe his worries on her own volition - distracted him from the many burdens upon his shoulders. No, he could not start thinking. Then he would remember.

[ Cameron "Cam" Elizabeth Henshaw | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Jien Ives, Edena RezWenn Cinn & Axius vel Onea

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How ironic, Cinn... Henshaw thought, calm is the last thing that Ives will be when he sees me.

Before she had stepped into the transporter pad, there was a moment where the Yeoman had considered telling Cinn about what Ives was liable to do the second he saw her, and asked him to back her up on account of all she had done to help the team in their rescue of the captain. But ultimately, she decided against it, because she weighed out the possibility that Jien Ives would see that as more manipulation on her part, and even Cinn might have seen it as such, if she had asked. But if he backed her up of his own accord, that would work better in her favour.

So, that was why, when she finally took down the force fields after she had helped with securing the brig, she placed her weapon on the dashboard, and waited, sweat forming on her brow. She swallowed, and tried her best to calm her beating heart, as she failed to stifle the fear, when the captain so swiftly and fluidly, took Cinn's weapon and was upon her, the weapon pointed at her face, at a range where even a stun blast would be fatal. More than that, was the near-manic look on his face. It only heightened the fear...and the pain, yes, the pain. Part of her hoped against the odds that Ives would have seen past Fedd's ill-placed validation of her loyalty to the wrong side. But maybe that had been too much to expect, and plus, it was...well, there were just far too many complications in this.

While she was a roiling sea on the inside, she remained almost outwardly cool entirely. Her expression was fixed into a steady gaze, though she gripped the handles of the consoles so tightly, her knuckles turned white, and the beads of sweat on her forehead, and the way she kept swallowing to keep her throat moist were a clear indication that she was anything but calm at that moment. There was also visible pain in her eyes. She couldn't help it. He was quickly undoing all the trust she'd built with Cinn and the crew, and a sand castle, that had hours spent in shaping it, only to be washed away by the tides came to mind. It was how she likened the rapport she had built with the crew. Nothing destroyed trust faster than someone in authority telling everyone that a person was utterly a bad guy.

But Commander Rez, in another personality spoke up, and made a few things clear. So they had been suffering from oxygen-deprivation. Henshaw was no doctor, but she knew enough about biology to know that was never a good thing. And Ives still had sufficient rage even without a compromising, life-threatening condition to fuel him on. She also saw his own hurt, and she could empathize, because that was exactly what she was feeling too. Who was right? Who was wrong? More importantly, what will be left?

His words still ringing in the air, Henshaw managed a smile, that was marred by the unshed tears welling up in her eyes, turning them into shiny sparks as she very slowly moved around the station, allowing the captain's weapon to follow her, and she kept her gaze fixed steadfastly on his, the windows to each others' soul.

""It sure looks like that, doesn't it, captain?" Her voice choked as her emotions got the better of her, and she shook her head, taking her gaze off him for the first time, only to bring them back immediately after. "But what a hell of an effort it must have been on my part to fool so many people, excluding you, huh?"

The tears fell, and she was now standing before him, the phaser now literally pressed to the ridge between her eyes and nose, where she stopped and stood, still, except for the slight jerking of her shoulders in silent sobs. "I have to ask, though, how did I manage to get past Mr. Covington? Or the commander right here? Cinn isn't exactly a man so easily deceived, and you know it. More than that, before I got here, let's think about the choices I could have taken."

She took a breath, and then continued, "I could have hidden, waited this out. But I went to to Cinn, unarmed, surrounded by people loyal to you. I risked my neck to secure our means of getting into the brig and stage a rescue. And then I opened your brig, knowing how you'd react, but I still did it. Why, I wonder? What's my end game? What do I gain? Or, since you're so certain I work for Vasser, what does he gain from you getting free after all that hard work to put you in here? Huh? Tell me."

She pursed her lips, having barely paused for breath during all that. "Captain. I came to the Theurgy because of what was happening on the Harbinger. I don't care what you believe about my motives. But I thought this was my second chance. I thought you were...I believe in you and your cause. Not Vasser, not T'Rena...in all the time I had served under him, he did nothing to inspire my loyalty. But you did, in the short time I came to knew you."

She very, very slowly lifted her hands and wrapped it around the wrist with his weapon, and gently, ever so lightly, guided the weapon, going lower, and heading for her heart, "Now...if there is nothing I can say or do that will convince you of where my loyalty lies..." Henshaw's eyes were steely, even as tears flowed freely, and the weapon was now squarely aimed at her heart, "...just end it now. I wouldn't want to live with you thinking I'm a traitor, anyhow. So go ahead..."

Her lips curved downwards as her vision became blurry from all the tears, "What are you waiting for, captain? You're so certain, right? I manipulated a whole bloody crew, and you? I'm that conniving? Go on!"

But at the last moment, as Henshaw believed her end was near, she gave a last wistful, barely visible smile, to Cinn, and to Rez, then to the captain, and she thought out words, without saying them, I love you.

[Miles Renard | Interrogation Room 02 | Brig | Deck 07 ]

As Miles kept up his pace he began to summon a concentration into his arm.  The arm nearest where Riptor held the phaser seemed to shudder for a mere moment as minute arm hairs began to grow from it. Within seconds his arm from the elbow down began to shift under the skin.  First a slight adjustment of his radius and ulna as the bones dislocated from the carpals as those 8 small bones in his wrist began to shift slightly followed by the metacarpals and the phalanges of his fingers.  He had to hold all of concentration to make the shifting process affect only certain parts of his body so as to not give away his intents.  Meanwhile, his mouth was on autopilot as it were servicing his soon to be target as the restraint on his hand slipped over bones and with a flick of his wrist he caught the binding cuffs to retain the illusion of restraint for the moment.

In the seconds that followed his senses were bombarded, Sirens blared and the asshole "interrogating" him combined into a cacophony of all of his senses.  He found the single moment he had been waiting for when the thunderous booms echoed from outside.  In a single motion he let the binding he was holding fall loose and his arm shot up grasping the rapist pilot's wrist immobilizing the phaser from being directed back to his head.  With a surge of conscious willpower and adrenaline the Vulpinian forced the shift to take hold with the greatest speed he could muster.  With all the will he could his muzzle elongated and teeth rearranged into the muzzle of a pure carnivore before his powerful jaws clamped down at the organ his Vulcine form had moments before been sucking on.  With all his might he tore his face away from the vile being, ripping the flesh from his pelvis.

The resulting carnage was far from a pretty sight.  What stared Miles in the face now was a mangled and ripped apart tube of blood-spurting flesh that could hardly be recognized as having ever been the primary male sex organ.  Miles was far from done making sure this man's linage ended now.  Pouring all of his might into the hand that held Riptor's phaser-holding wrist he sunk his sharp claw-like nails into flesh sinking then down to the spaces between the man's carpal bones causing severe pain.  Miles looked up at Riptor and made sure he saw the blood dripping from his muzzle as he swallowed the majority of the mass of what was once his very manhood.  Tauntingly he spoke. "Awww," He said in a false and condescending sigh of pity, "I thought you were the kind that would have wanted me to swallow." 

[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ] Attn: Eun Sae Ji

Her optical sensors scanning the results through her TVD vision, Thea listened in on what Eun Sae had to say - confident that the Petty Officer had done an excellent job when she saw the difference she'd made.

"It appears more than sufficient," she said to the human, giving her a smile even though it could hardly be seen through the visor of her next century helmet. She heard Eun assure her that she was fine, looking the complete opposite, but Thea figured that it was the common social convention to say it given circumstances such as they now faced. The question of what she might do next gave Thea immediate ideas, all plain for them both to see around them. Lists of prudent measures multiplied unto themselves, but Thea had to filter it all to fit the capacity of a single individual.

"Even if we do hit Cala with the gravametric mines, we are surely going to face her in battle. That means that the Lone Wolves that remain aboard will have to launch, and if a diplomatic solution can be found with Wing Commander Kilinvoss' fighter pilots, they will also be launching their fighters to do battle with my daughter," she said, and with a hand, she indicated the shot-up disarray of the Fighter Assault Bay and the Mk II and III Valkyries lined up along the sides of the hangar. There were no others than the two of them present, but in just a couple of minutes, that was bound to change dramatically.

"Well, at least you do not have to clear any catapults from debris," she said, attempting a joke based on the fact that the Valkyries' navigational protocols, thrusters and impulse drives had made the catapults obsolete. "If I cannot reach Cala and find a non-violent solution, then all these Valkyries need to be powered up and ready to go. Even more, they need to have hard-points mounted on them. The Exosuits need to be available for the pilots to slip into right by their fighters. According to my tactical prognosis, there will be no time to change in the locker rooms."

It was a tall order for one person who only had minutes to spare, Thea realised, so she amended her statement. "Do whatever you have time for, and I am sure there will be more people here to aide you soon. As for me, I will taxi the Reaver to the bay doors and wait until we drop out of Warp. Thank you, Eun Sae. Hopefully, I will be able to extend my daughter's gratitude to you as well... once I return."

[ Daniel "Riptor" Ritwer | Interrogation Room 02 | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Miles Renard

The horror of what happened to Riptor could hardly be described in words, let alone articulated by his pain- and shock-riven mind. His eyes wide in his bearded face, he did not even realise he was screaming - overriding the Vulpinian's taunting words.

Yet for all the pain, he was still trained to act rather than fall apart. He was a large man too, tall and lean, and as much pain as the talons in his wrist caused, his phaser was his only weapon, and he was not going to let go. No, he started shooting - phaser beams cutting through the air in rapid succession while he tried to wrest his arm free from the Vulpinian's grip. Control of the phaser was key to his survival, and his mind had retreated to that very instinct: Survival. He could not flee either, somehow knowing that he was not about to get any help from the outside given the commotion of whatever was going on in the Brig.

So, with mad determination and refusal to give in, he tried to wrestle the captive in order to get the phaser back. At least three times, he thought he had managed to force the muzzle towards Miles before slamming his thumb into the button to discharge the searing energy beam - only to see it cut the furniture and slice into the bulkheads.

At some point, he did not know how it happened, he found himself with Lieutenant Commander Renard on his back, and he trying to shake the SCO off - slamming them both into the unyielding walls of the interrogation room. He tried to shoot across his own shoulder - defying the grip on his weapon's arm - but he only managed to damage the ceiling and the lights there, making the light stutter in a kind of hellish strobe-effect.

Riptor fought for his life, and struggle was cast in light every odd moment.

[ Eun Sae Ji | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ]

Somehow she felt that Thea could see straight through her lie. Honestly she wouldn't be surprised if Thea could despite her best efforts to hide how shaken she was it was far too evident to anyone who looked at her. There was a look in her eyes that just seemed to hold that sense of insecurity the look one got when they weren't sure how something would work out and feared the result. Thea's praise regarding her quick work provided some reassurance to Eun Sae as pride in her work well up in her chest.

As Thea continued to speak about the coming battle that would inevitably come to pass Eun Sae looked around the Fighter Assault Bay. The entire hangar was in complete disarray. As Thea listed off things that would need to be done to prepare for the Calamity's coming. She spared an exasperated glance at Thea as cracked a joke about cleaning catapults but her face shifted into a smile as she shook her head "Let's save the jokes for when we're not about to run into your homicidal offspring kay?" Eun Sae said. 

As Thea began to list off things that would need to be done Eun Sae began to formulate a list in her mind deciding what could be done quickest and what she couldn't do alone. Powering up the Valkyries would be a simple task so she could complete that first and then she could start prepping the Exosuits for the pilots. The Hardpoints she would need assistance with considering she lacked the unlimited strength Thea seemed so fortunate to possess. As Thea reminded her to what she could she nodded. Her eyes met Thea's as the holographic woman thanked her for her help and for reasons she couldn't really explain Eun Sae reached out hugging the woman "Be careful Thea." She said simply before taking a step back and turning on her heel to start the warm up routines on each Valkyrie.

 

[ Jien Ives & Edena Rez | Holding Cell A | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Triage & Zenozine

Despite the blare of the Red Alert and the blinking lights, the rest of the Brig lay silent. No shuffle of feet. Only the sounds of people breathing. In the wake of the Yeoman's words, the silence lingered for those moments where her fate balanced on a knife's edge.

"There is no time for this," said Edena, but her tone was deeper, words succinct and dismissive towards the whole situation. It had to be Jona Rez, and her stance was that of an assertive man's where she stood behind Jien's shoulder. "You clearly can't trust her. You heard Lieutenant Fedd on the bridge. Shoot her or throw her in the Brig for the time being. You need to retake command of this ship and not waste time on this human, so get on with it."

Right in the wake of her - or his - own words, Edena spoke again. Kiya this time. "No! You can't shoot her, Captain. Please, take deep breaths and listen to me. Remember those words Vasser spoke on the bridge. About mind-melds. It could be that T'Rena - his second-in-command - has turned her against you, and that her mind can be restored. She might not be the traitor you think she is, and she raises a lot of good points."

Baring his teeth, Jien blinked a couple of times - rigid stance remaining. If she was a traitor, the betrayal ran deep. But did that give him any right to forsake what Starfleet stood for? According to Jona, he had to stop standing for morals and ethics that would damn the crew in the face of the opposition. He had thought that Wenn Cinn would offer some kind of defence for Cameron's part and make things easier, to advise him in the matter of her innocence or the lack thereof, but it seemed the Bajoran did not want to interfere. Perhaps he saw merit in both claims... but Jien wanted to be proven wrong. Oh, he wanted to be wrong about Cam despite the evidence of Sjaandin's words. Jien's head hurt and it felt like he was breathing through a straw. Edena had told him he had symptoms of the sudden access to air and that it made it hard to think straight. His scowl remained, phaser pointed towards Cameron's chest, but he had to make a decision. Her tears, and her words, her overall defiance to her fate... It thawed the icy fortifications around his heart, just as a cramp in his hand made the muzzle of his phaser shake.

"Captain." It was Jona Rez again - stepping up next to Jien and glancing towards the Yeoman as if she was just a pretty little liability - Edena's eyes turned cold before she looked to Jien's profile again. "The crew needs you. She could be an example that shows that you are every bit as assertive as Vasser. Winterbourne died so that Vasser could demonstrate the absolute necessity of his cause and make people follow him in fear. This human can be y-"

"No," said Jien at last, interrupting Jona as his stance unlocked. His phaser held vertically in height of his shoulder, he was backing away a few steps from Cameron too - swallowing down the bile in his throat. "I believe her. She has no motive being here, and so far, there are no sign of an ambush... Most importantly, I will not stoop to murdering someone in a misguided way to earn loyalty. Such vile methods are beneath even you, old man." In a way, Jona had put things in perspective. Jien was better than the Starfleet Intelligence Officer. The oxygen toxicity was receding, and his mind was clearing up by the second. He looked towards his First Officer, now understanding the reasons for why Edena wanted to resign her position.

"Whether or not she lives or dies does not matter to me," said Jona, making Edena's mien hard as he met the reproach in Jien's stare. "The mission comes first, and if I compel you to stick to your moral code or not is secondary to the necessity that you reclaim the command of this ship. Therefore, I suggest you do so before it's too late. The Red Alert has been sounded, and that means the Calamity is here - about to attack this ship as it stands divided inside. This one woman is not worth the lives of the rest of your crew and the mission to Starbase 84. Wake up, Captain Ives, and do your part."

Then, as a kind of punctuation, Joan drained from Edena's frame. Looking at her, Jien clenched his jaw in acknowledgement that she had been right about wanting to step down. Yet he said nothing, and looked back to Cam instead, his face softening somewhat. "I am sorry. I believe you," he said, and his own mere words made him feel more confident about that, even if there would be a lot of things to repair between them after their current ordeal. There was only one... singular thing he had to ask, even if Jona might be right about the Calamity. "But... why did Sjaandin Fedd vouch for you on the Bridge?"

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OOC: Either Cam somehow asks if there are any more key personnel to liberate in the Brig or I will have Jien notice that Miles and Dyan are missing from their cell in my next post. :)

[ Cameron "Cam" Elizabeth Henshaw | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Jien Ives, Edena Rez, Wenn Cinn, Miles Renard, Zaraq, Cathreen Dawinter, Daniel "Riptor" Ritwer & Axius vel Onea

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When the phaser pistol pulled away from her heart, Henshaw gasped so loudly, it was as if she had been drowning and was abruptly given access to oxygen. And it was the case, because in the tense minute that ensued as her fate hung in the air, and she willingly put her fate and life in the hands of Captain Ives, she held her breath, waiting, and when the decision was made, even more emotions came to the forefront, and she stepped back as well, mimicking the captain's actions. She raised a hand over her mouth, as she covered it, hiding how open it was while she cried openly. She was going to be absolutely exhausted when all this was over, and she reckoned she would simply sleep wherever was comfortable enough the second she had the chance for it.

But she stiffened again, when in almost the same breath where he told her that he believed her, he also asked about why Fedd vouched for her on the bridge. And to be perfectly honest, even Henshaw wondered about that. She shook her head slightly, and tried to compose herself. Yet the memories of that extremely passionate moment in the steam-pools insinuated themselves into her inner-eye like a rude reminder that for all the pain he caused her, she still did not wish death for him. But, like many others now, he too was dead. "He misinterpreted my friendliness and openness as being receptive to twisted ideals that I was not aware were behind his words at the time. So he assumed that I was on board with him..."

Henshaw waved her hands about, and shook her head, "W-we can discuss this later in greater detail, captain, but Commander Rez is correct; the absolute priority right now is restoring you to command of the Theurgy so that we may have an adequate chance of survival against the Calamity." Her accent came on strong, a clear and visible shift from her usual casual manner of speaking. She glanced about searchingly. Most of the rescuers had been very silent throughout the time that she, Ives and Rez spoke, probably to accord them a moment to set the air clear on the matter of Henshaw's loyalties. Now however, "Are there any other prisoners we need to free? We need to get the Theurgy and the Harbinger working together, and we'll need as many people as possibly to be on board with us in dealing with the Calamity."

[ Wenn Cinn | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 |USS Theurgy ]

Cinn let Captain Ives take his phaser, he did not think that things would go as poorly as that had, but he knew the benefit of getting things out in the open and talking them out, if he had simply disarmed the captain and subdued him things would have likely been quite hostile among them here, but now, with how things were going, he needed to step in and give his take on the situation. Of course Cinn knew he needed to take a show that he was behind Cameron with this one, and ed it as quickly as he could or else something might happen that they all regretted.

Cinn stepped in between the captain and his yeoman locking eyes with his friend and Captain he spoke in his stern strong voice. "Captain, I know you have had a lot of time to sit in that cell and think about the events on the bridge, but you have to keep in mind that maybe what was said on the bridge might have been doe to make you question who you could trust? Maybe they lied to you to make you think you could not trust those close to you, Captain you have been locked away an left under a lot of stress Captain, you need to try and think more clearly about what is happening."

Cinn placed one hand on Ives shoulder and with his other hand he began to gently try reclaim his weapon from his captain. "Captain, you know the type of man I am, the things I will do for this ship, doing the things you cannot. Knowing this Captain do you think that I would ever allow your yeoman to survive?" He cocked his head as he looked at Ives. "Captain, you need to also keep in mind that you have been kept prisoner on your own ship, I am sure if Dr.Nicanr was here he would instruct you to stand down and just com with us, because we need to escape, we ca sort out who did what later."

Cinn placed his hands on the Ives shoulders and shook his Captain. "Now as your yeoman has stated captain we do not have the time to discuss this, we need to get you out of here NOW. Otherwise his rescue will have been for nothing, if you would like Cameron can remain here with us and be beamed out on the second wave, otherwise she is going back with you, and you to can sort things out later, but I need my phaser back sir...I would rather you agree and we get out of here, instead of me deeming you unfit to command right now and pull rank.'' Wenn Cinn had a look of slight worry as he did not ant to throw around his weight too much for the greater good, he would rather things flow smoothly as he spoke softly. "We are all of Theurgy here."

Looking back to Cameran he shook his head no. "This is everyone, I dd not see anyone else that needs to be taken, thy must have been putting people in their rooms until they could be turned,keep all the loyal crew from meeting up with each other I would imagine." Reaching int his pocket Cinn pulled out the com badge. "Here Captain, just use this to contact the shuttle and beam yourself out with Rez." He looked to Rez. "I am sorry I could not give you any attention, but pressing matters and all that, I am sure you understand. Now pleas, you and Cameron gt together with the Captain and beam out of here, we will cover the escape and follow you out shortly."

[ Jien Ives & Edena Rez | Holding Cell A | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Triage & Zenozine

Jien listened to Cam when she spoke of Sjaandin Fedd and his reasons, and it was plain to him that it... was somewhat of a sensitive subject. Nonetheless, it did not reflect on Cam's innocence, since if she had wanted to hide something, she'd have every kind of way to lie about it. The matter of urgency on the ship was apparent, even if Jien felt keenly how Edena and himself had been isolated from the progress of the retaliation against Declan Vasser and T'Rena.

His old comrade, Cinn, came up to him next - the immediate hostile situation having abated. Jien had no doubt the Bajoran would have acted earlier if the situation was not as strange as it was - Edena Rez and her many hosts merely one part of it all. Cinn had the right of it when he said he needed to clear his head, and Jien nodded quietly as he handed back the phaser he had stolen from the Chief of Security. His head still hurt, but his vision was not impaired by the flash bang they had suffered earlier. Breathing was coming easier, and he blinked hard - focusing on what Cinn said.

Then, Cinn spoke of what he was prepared to do for the ship and maintaining its chain-of-command. The Bajoran said he would not have let Cam live if Jien's accusations had any merit. It struck Jien why Cinn had been silent then. Of course, the grizzled occupation-fighter had listened, watched and judged the woman's innocence in the light of Jien's words. Evidence that was, in the end, no more than the words of another traitor. Jien met his comrade's stare squarely, and while he had a thing or two to say about the lengths to which the Bajoran would walk to see justice and mission served - like how he had ordered Cinn to not resort to torturing Sonja Acreth for information - none of it was not their current priority.

"Keep your phaser, old friend, and no need to worry. You and your Prophets want me back in command as much as I. There is a madman in my chair, and I mean to throw him out of it." As he said this, he turned from Wenn Cinn and appraised the rest of the team that had come to the Brig, nodding his head to them - quickening thoughts running through his head. Cam spoke up, asking if there were other prisoners, and that made Jien frown towards the other holding cells. Wenn Cinn spoke up before he could.

"This is everyone, I did not see anyone else that needs to be taken, they must have been putting people in their rooms until they could be turned, keeping all the loyal crew from meeting up with each other I would imagine."

"My gratitude," said Jien, accepting the combadge and speaking up after gettig the instructions about the shuttle. "There were two more prisoners here, just a short while ago. Lieutenant Commander Renard and the Asurian, Petty Officer Cardamone. They are not in their cell so they must be close. Check the interrogation rooms. If you locate Miles, relay my order for him to head to the hangar. Have him rally the Lone Wolves. If the Calamity is inbound, we need them in their cockpits."

"You bet you do, Captain," said the dust-covered Câroon, giving Jien a wolf grin. Axius vel Onea, he recalled, which was a sign the oxygen toxicity symptoms were abating.

Jien gave the man a nod and glanced towards Edena, who stepped closer - ready to leave as well. She had been looking at Cinn, Jien noticed, and it was impossible to tell what may have been left unsaid between the Trill and the Bajoran. Jien led the way over to Cam, thumbing the combadge in his calloused hand. "Captain Ives to shuttle, three to beam out. Energise." He turned his oaken eyes to Cinn before the transporter envelope closed around them. "When you are done here, head to the bridge. I will meet you there."

And then, they vanished... just as the security force outside began to cut through the door from the security gate - an unknown number of Vasser Loyalists about to enter the Brig in force.

[ Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 ] Attn: Triage

Inside the shuttle, Jien Ives inclined his head to the man by the controls, who turned around in his chair long enough to give a cursory salute. Then the shuttle rocked on its landing gears. Jien raised his hands to try and help his First Officer and his Yeoman to remain on their feet. The loyal crewman spoke up in the wake of an explosion in the navigational control panel - smoke quickly filling the compartment. "Sorry, Captain. We are compromised and taking heavy fire. Shields are at 48 %. I suggest you beam out of here and quickly so. Where do you want to go?"

Truth to his claim, Jien could see a couple of mutineers through the view screen - shooting with phaser rifles at the shimmering energy cocoon around the shuttle. "Deal suppressive fire and give Wenn Cinn and his men some time to beam back from the Brig, then you leave with him immediately. If the shuttle can't take any more, you need to leave as well. Beam yourself to the Flight Hangar and help getting the Valkyries ready for combat."

Jien turned to Cam, Edena behind his shoulder. "Did you and Cinn have a plan for where to go from here? Then by all means, do tell." Hopefully, Cam knew what was best since she had not been locked away.

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OOC: Triage, please feel free to write Edena Rez as well as Cameron from this point onwards. EDIT: With a new idea of mine, I hope that Cam urges towards Below Decks. Feel free to write the three of them beaming away again and arriving at the new location.

Zenozine, IronFerrox is about to post soon so you can wait for him. Cathreen Dawinter may potentially have internet problems so I will decide on how we resolve the Cardamone scene after IronFerrox and you have posted.

The Vulpinian pilot grunted as he felt his back smash harshly into the walls as his once interrogator tried desperately to force him to release his hold.  Miles Had had enough of this and had taken his moment to resist and would be damned if he was put down after everything until now.  Still the human had a solid grip on the phaser and all Miles could do with it was barely keep his own head from being removed by its searing beam.  Riptor would not let the weapon go and miles was beginning to realize that there was little option but to kill or be killed now.  As much as miles felt hatred for the man.  As much as he wanted to assure Riptor's survival so he could live with the repercussions of his actions, Miles knew that he could no longer settle for the non lethal means of putting down his assailant.

Riptor may have had his feet steady but he was becoming desperate and miles saw his opportunity and took it as the a digitgrade foot slammed firmly into the side of the man's knee.  In a near instant the mans knee buckled as pain forced his finger down on the fire button sending a stream of phaser fire into the ceiling then into the far wall as the man began to fall his knee buckling to the side as the triad of ACL, MCL, and medial meniscus tore within his knee.  As the man fell miles released the neck for a moment and used the fall to leverage Riptor's elbow.  Before he could react to release the trigger the man saw his final sight, a bright orange red light filling his eyes.

The Vulpinian barely had time to react and push Riptor away before the beam cut through the man's head and into his own but somehow he managed.  Still the mans death grip on the weapon was too much and the weapon continued to fire now sending a searing beam into the wall next to the supposedly empty interrogation room.

Barely able to breathe from the exertion the near collapsed Vulpinian made his way to the now dead body reached down and used the intensity control to turn the phaser down to its lowest setting before prying the finger off of the firing button.  Looking down at the phaser miles sighed a bit of relief as he could tell by the faint scent of burnt circuits that the phaser had probably been less than 10 seconds from a catastrophic overload.

Slowly the Vulpinian got to his feet and made his way towards the door before sighing in aggravation as he saw the doors control panel now had a charred streak running through it from one the now dead human's many wild shots.  Knowing time was of the essence and his lover may be seconds away from the fate he almost met he headed over to the door and pried at the seam of the door hoping that he was lucky enough that the shot had shorted out the locking mechanism enough that he could force the door open manually.

[ Cameron "Cam" Elizabeth Henshaw & Edena Rez | Holding Cell A | Brig | Deck 07 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: Jien Ives, Wenn Cinn, Miles Renard, Zaraq, Cathreen Dawinter, Daniel "Riptor" Ritwer & Axius vel Onea

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The time had come to leave. While Cinn and Ives spoke momentarily, Henshaw made overt movements, making sure everyone could see what she was doing, because emotions and tensions were still in the air even though she had, at the least, dealt with the most surface emotions and situations between herself and the captain, whom she was finally willing to admit openly to herself, she was growing to love, as unorthodox as the whole thing might be in time to come. She retrieved her own phaser pistol, and after a moment's thought, handed it over to Ives. He needed to be armed, and she believed him to be far better with it than she was. Since he returned the weapon he used moments ago to the Bajoran, he would need something on hand.

Wordlessly, she moved to stand close to him, and soon felt the familiar nauseating experience of being dematerialized by a transporter beam, and her field of vision blurred...

[ Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 ] Attn: Auctor Lucan

...only for it to clear up rather hastily, and taking a cue from Commander Cinn, she moved to stand protectively in front of Ives, phaser cutter tool in hand, ready to use offensively against anyone that would spring a surprise on them. But there was only one of the deck hands loyal to Ives who turned and saluted, then gave a brief status update. Edena Rez had also quietly moved to stand in a flanking position with Ives, acting in silent agreement with Henshaw's choice. The captain was their absolute priority, and they'd give their lives for him without hesitation.

When the shuttle shook, both women gripped any nearby support to keep stable. When Ives asked Henshaw if they had a plan, she briefly looked upwards, thinking, then quickly looked back at him, "Yes, we sort of did."

She nodded to the deck hand, "Beam us back to Below Decks, we'll make our next move from there."

Turning back to Ives, she nodded and gestured to the transporter pads, "Captain." Taking a position in front of him, she nodded at Rez, who again was in silent agreement with her, and was on the opposite flank in front of Ives. Henshaw said to the deck hand, "Energize."

Red made a rather uncomfortable expression, as she was not fond of transporters, because of the potential risk they had to the symbiont, what more with the fact that her joining was not proper or complete, and had...complications. She could see the former Rez hosts all looking similarly disconcerted, even Jona. At any other time, it might have been funny, if the situation wasn't as unfunny as it was.

[ Below Decks | Deck 07 ] Attn: Auctor Lucan

Once they materialized, Henshaw immediately scanned their immediate surroundings for anything unexpected, "Hold on, captain..." she stepped forward and held a hand backwards at Ives, her phaser cutter in her other hand held forward, while Rez, momentarily closing her eyes, reopened them, and there was a clearly different presence than Edena's. Jona was in control. Moving cautiously, but confidently about, he scanned the surroundings through Edena's eyes, and finally nodded at the others.

"Clear." Jona said, Edena's feminine voice contorting strangely to give a deeper, lower tone. "Let's not waste too much time here."

[ Captain Jien Ives | Below Decks | Deck 07 ] Attn: Triage

Having materialised in the back room of the ship's lounge, Captain Ives checked the power level in the Type II phaser that his Yeoman had given him. While his head still hurt, and his worries for Wenn Cinn and the brave crew members who had liberated him, he had to push his concerns from his thoughts and focus on the mission, not to mention the pending battle against the Calamity. His crew were capable and, perhaps, more loyal than he had come to believe. Somehow, he had to place his faith in the fact that they were not themselves - turned against him by Vulcan mind-conditioning.

His First Officer and his Yeoman checked the back area of Below Decks, finding no hostile threats, and Jien nodded before setting his steps out into the main area of the ship's lounge. There, several crew members were present. Some armed, and some injured. It looked like a triage area and a base camp for a resistance movement, and while the armed presence alarmed Jien for the first couple of seconds, the smiles and cheers that erupted next verified that his Yeoman had chosen wisely. It was a good choice for a stronghold since it was quite easily defended. Evidently, the rescue attempt must have sprung from this location on the ship, and more people were arriving even as he stood there.

Staying, however, was not an option.

"The Red Alert means 'all hands to battle stations'," he said, walking to the centre of the lounge, and then he changed.. to her female form, and while her words were chiding, there was warmth in her demeanour as well, "and I hardly think Starfleet officers do battle in the crew lounges of their ships. Those too injured to move stays here, hold this area for us and await medical personnel. The rest, follow me as we take up arms, for the Red Alert means that the Calamity means to end us all, regardless who might be in command and who has remained loyal to their captain. Report to your duty stations now, and we'll stand our ground against this huntress. We will bring her down once and for all!"

With her phaser at her side, Captain Ives walked out of the ship's lounge without looking back, but she was confident she had not been dismissed, for the roused cheers and the shuffle of movement followed in her wake. With each step of her grim stride, the surge of a united effort spread from the centre of the ship.

- Fin

[ Axius vel Onea | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: IronFerrox & Zenozine

After the Captain and First Offier beamed out together with Cameron, Axius and Lieutenant Commander Wenn had little time to coordinate their own extraction from the Brig. The Captain had said that there were two more prisoners and that they could be in the interrogation rooms, which belayed them from immediately following in Ives' wake. If there were prisoners int he interrogation rooms, then they ought to at least try to get them out. Especially if it was his Squadron Commanding Officer, Axius thought.

"I'll check the first one, so cover me," called Quake as he raised the muzzle of his rifle to the ceiling and started to tap at the Brig's duty station with a grime-covered and tattooed hand. The opposition was making a push through the door of the security gate, but there were enough manpower present to keep them from getting through. Cameron had unlocked the duty station so Axius could bring up the live surveillance feed from Interrogation Room 02. There, he could see the body of... could it be Riptor? The beard belonged to someone he knew from the Harbinger's fighter squadron. Then he saw movement at the bottom of the monitor, and he could make out Miles there - prying at the door.

"Renard is here, unlocking the door for him," called Axius and navigated himself to the lock of the door on their side of the interrogation room. He pushed the button and stepped out in front of the interrogation room with a hand raised in a gesture for Miles to not shoot.

"Fox, we are getting you out of here. The Captain has already been extracted. We were told there was another - Cardamone - do you know where she is being held? We don't know how much longer we can hold this room. If you think she is in one of the interrogation rooms, which one should I open?"

The state-of-clothing and general appearance of the Vulpinian after all he had likely been through concerned Quake, but there was hardly any time to dwell on his well-being given the circumstances. "As soon as we have her, we need to get out of here," he said as he moved back to the duty station, "I have the combadge that will take us out."

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OOC: Next poster is IronFerrox and he will cover a lot of ground with his post, where he has been given leave to NPC Axius as well as Dyan Cardamone and get the team ouf of the Brig and to the shuttle. Zenozine, I will PM you with suggestions after IronFerrox's post.

[ Miles Renard | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Auctor Lucan, Zenozine, and Cathreen Dawinter.

Ironically, given the other wolf's reaction of holding up a hand in a gesture not to shoot,  Miles had nothing on him that he would have been able to shoot with, a situation he planned to rectify immediately having heard the commotion in the other interrogation room before the raid on the brig had begun.  "Good to see you Quake," he said walking over to where a dropped type-two phaser lay, picking it up and checking the energy cell and adjusting the setting. "And I have this," he said walking over to the adjacent door and speaking into the panel.  "Unlock and open interrogation room door authorization Renard, Miles, Bravo Charlie Four Two Eight Four."

The door acknowledging his command opened revealing a very surprised Klingon straddling the subdued Asurian.  The Klingon had no time to react as the Vulpinian raised the weapon and fired.  The phaser beam hit the Klingon in the chest knocking him back and breaking his contact with the winged officer.  The Vulpinian looked to his fellow pilot and added, "It's on a high stun.  The other would 'a been too if I had been the one who had control of the phaser when it had been fired." Miles said explaining that the phaser bored hole in Riptor's head was not Miles own action but the result of a setting the one now dead had set the phaser to.  "I'll grab Dyan; you can take care of the transport," he said as he ran into the room and grabbed the combadge from the Klingon's chest planning to reconfigure it to himself once he had a few seconds to spare.

Quake was needless to say surprised at how given the clear abuse his commander had sustained he had taken charge of the situation once given the opportunity to quite quickly.  

Miles looked to the Asurian who once again seemed in a state between another time and place and the present.  "It's me, Miles; we're getting out of here." 

She nodded seeming to be in a state barely comprehending the world around her at the moment.  "The...Captain?"  She managed to ask. 

"Already extracted, they are waiting on us."  Miles said looking to Quake and nodding before walking out the door with the Asurian in tow entering a few quick commands into the door panel causing it to shut and lock again.

Axius tapped his badge, "Axius to shuttle, lock onto my combadge and the combadge registered to Zaraq, five to beam out immediately."  In less than a second's time The Lone Wolves, Dyan Cardamone, Wenn Cinn and the remaining deck hands dematerialized - leaving the brig behind.

[ Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 ] Attn: Auctor Lucan, Zenozine, and Cathreen Dawinter.

The group rematerialized within the confines of a rapidly deteriorating shuttle craft.  Miles first order of business was a quick reconfiguration of the combadge that had moments ago belonged to the Klingon now stunned and locked in an interrogation room.  Looking over to his fellow wolf be began issuing a few orders. Speaking primarily to the Bajoran security chief.  "Quake I need you in your fighter A-sap.  I apologize for stealing him from you, Cinn, but I need all the wolves in their fighters that can be found in case launch orders are given."

Hearing this, Quake nodded, giving his badge to Wenn Cinn and speaking to the operator, asking for a beam out before he disappeared back into the energy stream of the transporter to materialize within the fighter bay. Meanwhile, the shuttle shook at it was under heavy fire from mutineers, but the shields still held for the time being.

Miles continued, having stepped off the transporter padd along with the winged woman who was seeming to regain focus. He spoke to Wenn Cinn again. "As for Dyan, the effects of the mind meld on her have been psychologically catastrophic.  She seems to be in a mental state reliving aspects of her past.  I advise getting her to medical immediately for psychological care.  I'm sorry for dumping her on you but I have somewhere to go myself. " He then spoke to the shuttle operator, walking back onto the pad. "If you can, please transport me directly to my office in the fighter bay. Energize."

[ Wenn Cinn | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 |USS Theurgy ]

 With everything that was unfolding Cinn just remained silent and let things unfold as he and his team rounded up the last of he people from around the brig and began their withdrawal from the brig before anyone could break in. He ha the com badge activated and the last of the evacuation team and any other people beamed back to the shuttle where they would be able to gather together and decide what they would be doing from his point on.

As they all stood in the shuttle and planned for their next course of action Cinn stood back and listened to the plan that was unfolding, he had to nod in agreement that the last people should beam back to the fighter bay to get on with what they did best. "Alright, I will beam you down to the fighter bay. I will then beam down to Deck 7 and see about he condition of the Sickbay and see about dropping Dyan off there to get proper care, I am sure that Dr.Maya would know something about repairing the damage done through a mind meld. Of course if I find that the Sickbay is no longer under our control I will bring her back to Below Decks, she will be much safer here than if she were to go anywhere else."

Cinn went to the console for the shuttles beaming to make adjustments to the system. I will beam you over to the fighter bay Miles, just take care alright, we are going to need as much of this crew alive through all of this if we stand any chance of survival." He then began the beaming process. "Take care Miles." He activate the beam and the world shimmered out for Miles before slowly reforming as he was materialized within the office at the fighter bay.

Back in the shuttle Cinn walked over to Dyan and put a calming hand on her shoulder. "Dyan, I am going to take you to Sickbay, we will have Doctor Maya look take you and see if she can help you recover, but I need you to remain calm and wait while I get some things set up for us." Cinn patted Dyan's shoulder before he turned to the console for the transporter and he input a destination on a less traveled part of Deck 7 so they could get in without being detected. After that he prepare the computer for an automatic beam out before he turned and headed for the main console of the shuttle.

Cinn left the beaming controls completely unsupervised while he began to write out the commands for the shuttle for after he and Dyan beamed out. He set it us to power down all systems and cleared the transporter logs so that the captain could not be found so easily. Once that had been done the shuttle would power own and ope up for the mutineers, he could risk the shuttle to simply buy them time. They were not able to just go to a station and restock on supplies any longer, if they lost this shuttle they would be going without it for the rest of their mission. They needed to conserve resources and be smart with what little they had. Of course while Cinn was doing all of this he was not paying any attention to Dyan, as far as he was concerned she was just going to be a tag along with him until he dropped her off, as she was he did not think she would be much to handle. After all of this he as going to need to head to the bridge and try and meet up with other loyalist crew that he could rally them to retake the ship for the Captain, or perhaps he could meet up with the distraction team he had sent out and provide assistance. Whatever happened he figured he could sort it out later, the captain as sure to understand he figured.

[ Sar-unga / Dyan Cardamone | Interrogation Room 03 ] Attn: Wenn Cinn

The idea to let Zaraq take advantage of her body so that she may catch him unawares had backfired on Sar-unga, because once the great Klingon had spread her legs and pushed that ridged hardness into her, she had found herself at his mercy, but what had been most humiliating was the fact that she had - somehow - been wanting him.  At least to the point of finding herself wet and perfectly ready for him once he began to thrust into her. He was too strong for her, and he... he felt far better than she could have imagined. Those ridges on his cock had been sawing across her clitoris right from the start, so when the noise came from the Brig and Zaraq had been distracted, she had missed the opportunity entirely - mind riding the euphoria he was giving her.

She saw his neck. Exposed. The moment had come, and she struggled to get her bearings. The time to strike. Why was she just lying there, breathless?

It did not last, however, for while her body may have wanted Zaraq to continue, the sliding doors opened and she saw the silhouette of Miles Renard in the doorway - raising a phaser to  shoot Zaraq. The Klingon flew backwards - his glistening length ripped out of her body. The sense of loss was immediate, but her wits were returning to her to fill the emptiness. Miles was talking to someone else, then entered the interrogation room to help her. It was Miles, wasn't it? Her mind was not entirely restored from that Vulcan's vile touch.

He told her the Captain was freed already, and that they were getting out.

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[ Later | Lower Shuttle Bay | Deck 07 ]

Miles was the only one she could recognise until he named the other figures around her - figures hailing from her past but revived in the waking nightmare she endured. Wenn Cinn was a name she was familiar with, having served with him during the past couple of days. The Theurgy's Chief of Security was a capable Bajoran, so when Miles wanted to leave her in his care, she did not protest, nodding as she seated herself next to the shuttle operator. Her emerald green eyes scanned the situation outside, gauging how soon the mutineers would get through the shields, and then turned to see Miles beam off to do his duty.

"I will be fine," she protested to the Vulpinian before he left, baring her teeth at him - not ready to resign herself to the Counselor when there was a fight on their hands. He may have been right, she needed help, but now was not the time. Wenn Cinn came over and patted her shoulder, and while he wore the face of an enemy she had killed decades ago, she noted that his mannerisms were too respectful, and fit the Bajoran that she had faced Sonja Acreth with. She was not normally self-conscious, but so soon after the fight with Zaraq, she found herself bundling up the tattered rags of her uniform jacket and undershirt over her chest in a white-knuckled fist.

She might have nodded when he said he'd take her to Sickbay, but already, her mind was on the one prey she meant to bring down. She saw Lieutenant Commander Wenn beam everyone out and lock on to the destination on the transporter controls. When he turned away, she knew what she would do. With her free hand, she typed out a query to Thea, hoping the ship's computer - however sentient or corrupted as it could have become - could provide her with assistance.

LOCATE COMMODORE DECLAN VASSER

She sent it, and glanced towards the Bajoran's back. They were alone, and she was not sure what his priorities were, but she knew her own. She did not have to wait long for the reply on the monitor.

LOCATION UNKNOWN. NO COMMUNICATION LOCK ESTABLISHED. INTERNAL SENSORS INDICATE DECK 04 AT 92.345 % LIKELIHOOD. PRESENT HEADING: CAPTAIN's YACHT. WARNING: SUBJECT IS A GENETICALLY ENHANCED HUMAN, GENERALLY REFERRED TO AS AN 'AUGMENT'.

Dyan did not know what an Augment was, but the term was familiar from some course she had taken when enlisting in Starfleet. It did not matter. The human had betrayed her trust on the bridge, ordered her mind raped and had her end up corrupted by her own gruesome past. He had thrown her into the Brig without even blinking despite what had happened between them during Lohlunat , and it had led to her being violated by her trusted crewmate on the Harbinger. It would not stand. She had killed for far less reasons.

Before the Bajoran got back, she had typed in a new destination on the transporter controls.

- Fin