Star Trek: Theurgy

Star Trek: Theurgy | Season 1 => Episode 05: Courage is Fear | Part 2 => Topic started by: Auctor Lucan on January 25, 2019, 12:26:34 PM

Title: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Auctor Lucan on January 25, 2019, 12:26:34 PM

CHAPTER 05: BATTLE LOG [ DAY 06 | 1110 HRS. ] NO MILK RUN


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[ Lieutenant Commander Jennifer Dewitt | USS Allegiant | Launching From the USS Theurgy ]
Attn: @Firefox013 @Masorin @Fife @Multificionado @Jm Von Cat @patches @Vox @The Ostrich
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When she had finished her personal log, Captain Dewitt left the Allegiant's ready room and entered the bridge. She was pleased that the bridge crew didn't stand on ceremony, calling out her arrival, since their focus should be on the mission ahead. As for her own role, she had said all that was needed in the docking bay lounge twenty minutes ago. Now, they were due to reach their destination, and launch from beneath the Theurgy's saucer.

"Mister Eboh, what can we expect when the Theurgy drop out of warp? Can the sensors see anything yet?" she asked, seating herself in the command chair and keying up her own HUD in the armrest.

She listened to what the one with the El-Aurian blood had to say, taking it all in without showing her thoughts externally. A Klingon fleet. Multiple energy bursts. Space debris. It sounded like a battle, for certain, but it was made fact when the man mentioned the adversary. The only good news were about the Cayuga. It seemed the preparations that the Allegiant had undergone would not have been in vain, that much was certain. Jennifer bit her teeth together, and quelled the fears that rose in the pit of her stomach. All in all, this was the worst case scenario. Why wasn't she surprised?

With a grim stare on the the viewscreen, the Allegiant still being docked, Dewitt pressed the button for the small ship's intercom. "This is Dewitt. One Borg cube sighted on sensors, and it's in battle with Martok's fleet. I am afraid this will not be a milk run. Prepare for battle. Dewitt out."

Then, there was the telltale sound of the mulitvector dreadnought dropping out of warp. It did not take long before the orders from Mission Ops came. [Allegiant, you are cleared to launch. Protect the Cayuga. Bridge, out.]

"Acknowleged," said Dewitt and took a breath. It was time for her own orders. She closed her hands around her armrests, and focused on the task at hand. As the Theurgy's dedication read, courage was fear when it had said its prayers. No time to waste on regrets. "Helm, begin launch sequence. Tactical, once we're clear, raise shields and arm torpedoes. Ops, I want power rerouted to the forward shields, and make sure the deflector can handle the debris as we go in. Keep your eyes on those sensors. Helm, chart a path straight through the debris field, and take us through at full impulse. We must reach the Cayuga and draw fire from her. She needs to seal the apertures, so if the Borg Queen wishes to shoot at something, it will have to be us. Engineering!"

She had tapped the button that lead to the warp core area on the lower deck. "Overclock the core within critical safety parameters. We need all the power you can spare for shields. You will be alerted before we use the graviton cannon."

That was when the Azure Nebula filled their viewscreen, their launch made. The sight of the debris field and the cube right there in the middle of it... She'd heard Eboh's words, but nothing quite prepared you for such a sight. There were Klingon ships fighting the monstrosity in vain, while the cube just wrecked them all one at the time. Two bird-of-preys were caught in tractor beams, their shields being siphoned by the cube, and boarders were likely tearing through the Klingons aboard those ships.

"Allegiant to Fighter Escort Lead," said Dewitt, contacting Meerkat, not about to let herself be mesmerised by the nightmare, "once you have launched, follow our lead, and clear our path from debris!" There was no time to wait. Any moment, the Cayuga might be destroyed. "Helm, full speed ahead!"


OOC: @Fife posts next, followed by @patches , then it's free for all to post in reaction to the arrival for a few days, but my next post will come pretty quick, since the action begins right away. Those who don't manage to post before me can cover both the arrival as well as the next development in their first posts in this thread, which will follow the Allegiant and its Valravn fighter escort through the Battle of the Apertures. The names of the selected crew can be seen below:

USS Allegiant
CO: Captain Jennifer Dewitt
CONN: Ensign Jaya Thorne
Operations: CPO Ekon Okotie-Eboh
Tactical: Lieutenant Masuda Yukimura (NPC)
Science: Lt JG Izar Bila
Comms/Advisor: Zyrao Natauna
Engineers: Petty Officer Sithick, Crewman Russell Rodriquez (NPC) & Crewman Rel (NPC)
Medical: Doctor George Hernandez (NPC)
Security: Ensign Six, PO1 Varder Ridun & PO2 Kythalie Benmual

Allegiant Fighter Escort
Flight Leader: Meerkat, RIO: Bulkhead
Fighter Pilot: Scylla, RIO: Whiteout
Element Leader: Wraith, RIO: Big Zee
Fighter Pilot: Blizzard, RIO: Trixie
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Fife on January 25, 2019, 09:31:37 PM
[ CPO Ekon Okotie-Eboh | USS Allegiant | Launching from USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan @Firefox013 @Masorin @Multificionado @Jm Von Cat @patches @Vox @The Ostrich
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Eboh heard the doors to the Captain’s ready room hiss open as she entered the bridge, though he didn’t turn his attention away from the Ops console. He heard her speak, addressing him as she asked what they could expect when they dropped out of warp.

”The Nebula is making sensor readings difficult, ma’am, I’m attempting to compensate…” Eboh reported, the statement reminding him of the last time he had served on the Allegiant. The swirling blue ribbons of the Azura Nebula had long been a hinderance to their sensors, though as they drew closer to dropping out of warp the sensors managed to pick up some detailed scans of the battlefield ahead. ”I am picking up a debris field ahead, ma’am. Unknown composition. Sensors are also picking up significant weapons fire and multiple Klingon vessels in the area, one with shields down and signs of significant damage.” Eboh’s fingers worked at the console as he attempted to further compensate for the Nebula’s interference with the Allegiants long range sensors. He had long since begun to hate the swirling blues of the nebula, though now he felt glad of the time spent there. He had some idea of what might make a difference in their sensors and allow them to cut through some of the interference.

He initiated a multiphasic scan in the hopes it would allow them a view though the Nebula’s radiation and provide a more detailed sweep of the battlefield. ”I am also picking up a single Borg cube in the debris field. It is currently engaged with the Klingon forces. One of the birds-of-prey has just been destroyed.” Eboh’s brows knit together in concentration as his hands continued to work at the console. ”Sensors are picking up the USS Cayuga in the debris field, ma’am. It is intact and operational. It appears they have been using the debris field as cover.”

His report finished, he continued to work at cleaning up the sensor readings, knowing full well that their lives might depend on their ability to see through the cloudy interference of the blue soup they would be fighting in. He heard the message from Mission Ops clearing them for launch and directing them to protect his former home.

Then the Captain was doling out her own orders, which he quickly moved to obey. Eboh’s fingers danced across the console as he accessed the EPS network and routed more power to the forward shields and the deflector array. He had just turned his attention back to the sensor readouts when the docking clamps released, and then they were underway. Captain Dewitt continued to hand out orders as they moved away from the Theurgy and towards the Cayuga… and towards the Borg. That last thought sent an icy spike of fear through him, the hairs on the back of his neck raising and goosebumps appearing on his arms. Eboh's eyes rose to glance at the viewscreen, seeing the battlefield through more than just sensor readouts. The sight of the cube brought back memories of his previous encounters with the mechanical monsters.

He could hear the screams of fear as crewmembers were assimilated, the horrible groaning of the ship itself as the Borg's cutting beams tore through her hull. The last moments of the Saratoga, witnessed through the viewport of an escape pod. The horror in his friend's eyes as he begged for Eboh to kill him even as the Borg implants erupted form his flesh...

Eboh drew in a deep, shuddering breath and let it out slowly, pushing the fear back down. He had a job to do, a duty to the crew. He couldn't afford to freeze up. Eboh said a silent prayer as turned his gaze back to his console to monitor the sensor readouts.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: patches on January 26, 2019, 09:04:47 PM
[ CWO3 Liliana Walton – “Meerkat” | Wolf-09 | USS Theurgy Fighter Assault Bay > Debris Field ] @Auctor Lucan @Firefox013 @Vox @The Ostrich

There was little left to do in preparation now and the vision of the of the stars passing by the ship on her way to their likely collective doom gave no answers to Liliana’s silent questions and prayer. Someone announced the ship’s imminent departure from warp, bringing a small frown to the pilot’s face. The bulky Klingon next to her clapped his hand on her shoulder in a remarkably gentle manner, giving it a squeeze before he rumbled out a reminder that they needed to be in their Valravn. She gave him a wan smile in response before grabbing her helmet and climbing the nearby ladder to the cockpit.

Her fighter was loaded for bear hunting now, her wings laden with a full load of various munitions that she deemed useful against the most dangerous enemy that Starfleet faced. Quantum torpedoes, cluster bombs, and nearest the wing-tips, a pair of Hellbores that she hadn’t had the chance to use yet. Those were still somewhat experimental to her knowledge so it was particularly interesting to note that the Theurgy had a supply of them. It was going to make for an interesting battle, particularly with her flight’s assigned mission. They would be escorting the ship’s aerowing, the USS Allegiant.

Walton was not familiar with the Allegiant’s flight and weapons specifications beyond the fact that it was an advancement from the Talon-class scoutship and further modified besides for the upcoming battle. Some of the time spent was going to be studying the Manta-class but she couldn’t focus enough on it, leaving her to her brooding instead. She wished she knew exactly what they intended to accomplish with it, but her task was clear – the Allegiant would be used as a strike craft and Walton’s Valravn flight was assigned as dedicated escorts for the battle. The Theurgy’s role in general, she was told, would be to ensure the Cayuga, an Intrepid-class ship that some on the crew had recruited to the cause, could close the apertures and the Allegiant played her own role in that.

Poke the bear and hope to outrun his rage.

[This is Mission Ops,] came the voice of Cameron Henshaw from the bridge. [All fighters, you are cleared for launch. I repeat, you are cleared to launch. Await further instructions from your SCO and your Flight Leaders. Be aware, debris field expanding towards the Theurgy's position.]

Confirmations followed and the Wolves lined up for their launches. Lily taxied out, leading her flight out of the fighter bay and into the glittering black. It wasn’t long before other communications started pouring in, among them one from their makeshift strike craft.

[Allegiant to Fighter Escort Lead]" said Dewitt, contacting Meerkat, [once you have launched, follow our lead, and clear our path from debris!]

“Roger that, Allegiant, you have the lead. Intercept course plotted.”

She pulled the stick to direct the Valravn to where the Allegiant was, the aerowing clearly speeding up to full burn. After increasing her own speed to intercept before it got too far away, Lily opened her flight’s channel.

“Meerkat to flight, plot in your intercept courses to the Allegiant now. Box formation. (http://www.combataircraft.com/en/Formations/Box/) Scylla, you’re with me up top. Wraith and Blizzard, take the bottom. Clear a path through the debris for them and remember, our priorities are that the Allegiant survives so that the Cayuga can close those apertures. We are going to gain the Borg Cube’s attention for this, so remember your simulations for a Borg threat. May the stars light our way back safely.”

Her RIO, Bulkhead, had his hands full from the word go, even with the computer’s assistance. Already, Meerkat’s visor was lighting up with targets and local sensor readings, as well as the output from the Theurgy’s central tactical network. Positions of the players on the debris-filled stage were marked, most prominently their primary antagonist – the Borg Cube looming on the stellar horizon. The sight gave her shivers. The screams of the dying and frantic mayday calls from the Battle of Sector 001 echoed in her ears.

I have to focus on the now. I have to focus on the now.

It wasn’t long before her flight was in position and she hailed the Allegiant.

“Meerkat to Allegiant, escort is in position. Mark priority targets along your course and we’ll keep you covered.”
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Vox on January 27, 2019, 04:17:56 PM
[Lt.JG Logan Hale – “Wraith” (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Logan_Hale,_callsign_%22Wraith%22)| Wolf-11 | USS Theurgy Fighter Assault Bay > Debris Field ] @Firefox013, @Masorin, @Fife, @Multificionado, @Jm Von Cat, @patches, @The Ostrich, @Auctor Lucan

From his seat in the cockpit, Logan watched as his weapon tech attached his requested payload to his Valravn, a nice fresh supply of Quantum Torpedos, some Hellbore missiles on his wing tips and what looked to be enough cluster bombs to pop a good sized chunk out of a small moon and nodded in appreciation, in theory that loadout should be enough to deal some damage, then again you never really knew when it came to the Borg and their ability to adapt, not to mention what new technology they may have assimilated since the last time the two factions had squared off against one another.

Once the tech had cleared the way, he ran a quick system check to make sure all his ordinance was registering and ready to go and nodded to himself when everything appeared to be good.

When Cameron Henshaw's voice came over the comm he killed the music he had been listening to so he could hear the announcement.  [This is Mission Ops, all fighters, you are cleared for launch. I repeat, you are cleared to launch. Await further instructions from your SCO and your Flight Leaders. Be aware, debris field expanding towards the Theurgy's position.]

"Showtime." He muttered as he slid the visor down on his helmet, watching his HUD spring to life, giving him readout of his Valravn's systems, the IFF marking his fellow Wolves for him as they all prepped for launch.

When it was his turn to depart, he taxied his fighter into position and hit the thrusters, switching to impulse once he was clear of the ship and veered off to the left so that those following him had a clear exit vector. Once all the Wolves had launched it wasn't long before their orders came in.

"Meerkat to flight, plot in your intercept courses to the Allegiant now. Box formation. Scylla, you're with me up top. Wraith and Blizzard, take the bottom. Clear a path through the debris for them and remember, our priorities are that the Allegiant survives so that the Cayuga can close those apertures. We are going to gain the Borg Cube's attention for this, so remember your simulations for a Borg threat. May the stars light our way back safely."

"Acknowledged Meerkat, going low." Wraith replied as he rolled his fighter down beneath the others. The orders were pretty simple, clear the way ahead, keep the Allegiant in once piece and play poke the Borg, not necessarily the smartest game to play in the universe but a challenging one at least.

As they headed towards the debris field, his eyes scanning outside the cockpit as well as checking his HUD in case a contact pinged on it the silence was soon broken from behind him, noticing that it was an internal comm between him and his RIO only

"Hey man about The Borg...we've got this right?" Zeke asked.

"Of course we do, we're the best you know that." Logan immediately replied but heard his friend sigh.

Spare me your pilot ego this one time please." The big man replied, the apprehension in his voice clear as day. Not that Logan could blame him, the guy's entire family had been assimilated by the Borg after an attack on their colony. Now some people would want revenge but Zeke...he just wanted to bury that pain and forget about it as best he could, Logan could understand that.

"Going up against the Borg is never easy, those Cubes are tough as hell and pack one hell of a punch but for once that wasn't my ego talking I know us and what we're capable of, you're great at what you do and I'm great at what I do so when I say we're the best I firmly believe that so to answer your question again, yeah we've got this."

For the longest moment the big guy behind him was silent before nodding "Yeah....yeah you're right, we are. Sorry I just...you know what happened with..."

Logan nodded as Zeke stopped talking "Mmmhmm."

"I love my family Logan but I don't want to join them."

"I know Zeke, me either so I tell you what if things go south and it looks like Assimilation is on the cards for us, if possible we'll kamikaze run the sons of bitches and if not we'll auto-destruct and hope to cause some damage in the process, deal?"

"Deal, thanks Brother." Zeke replied as he reached around and patted his friend on the shoulder.

From his spot in front Logan smiled "Good. Now suck it up buttercup and put your game face on." He replied as he pointed out the window at the debris field they were seconds away from entering "Cos business is about to pick up."

Zeke chuckled from behind him, trust Logan to go from caring friend to jackass in the blink of an eye but his best friend was right in this case, now wasn't the time to be distracted.

"Wraith to Blizzard, we know our orders, clearing the path should be easy enough all being well but if you see anything going for the Allegiant that's priority one, do what you can but no fancy heroics unless it's absolutely necessary...now I realise this is me saying that but I mean it..." He said taking a moment to pause, although he didn't know Blizzard as well as he should have by, they had both been part of the Valravn project from the start which meant something.  "...We've lost too many of our pack since this mess began as it is." he added although his sense of humour wasn't about to be denied as he finished his little pre-battle speech with his wingmate "Plus the paperwork that comes with both losing and replacing a wingman is a pain in the ass and I don't want to deal with that so please don't make me."  
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Masorin on January 27, 2019, 04:24:17 PM
PO2 Sithick (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Sithick) | Engineering | USS Allegiant ] attn: @Auctor Lucan @Firefox013 @Fife @Multificionado @Jm Von Cat @patches @Vox @The Ostrich
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The order came down to engineering to overclock the core, within safety paramiters, those two actions however contradicted themselves. Overclocking the core, running it hot and generating more energy than was output was never exactly safe. That said a little stress for a containment field was a good thing, and the lizard hissed in delight.

The cramped spaces of the allegaint reminded him of his first home within the Federation. The Eldarado had been a defiant class vessel, and Black Opal had been exceedingly small with nowhere to run or stretch. The Theurgy by contrast was too big compared too the birds of prey, and Orion smuggling ships of his past. Everytime this place loaded up he found himself so much more comfortable in these small damp places.

"Yez Sssir!" He answered the captains orders, going to the consol overseeing the warpcore, prepping the overclock, the swirling blue's of the antimater containment field became brighter after a few seconds, engineering getting physically warmer as the power output was adjusted causing a bit of a shudder that would be felt through the ship, a slight vibration due to the excess energy. A shudder that quieted down as he directed that flow of energy towards the shields hardening them for battle.

"Core run hot." the female voice of the translator clicked over the intercom, but even then the robotic voice of the gorn was only ever able to say simple phrases. It's grammar was never exactly perfect, but in the heat of battle she was much easier to communicate with than the slow guttural hisses of the Gorn. "Shield's strong, still suggest don't get hit."
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Multificionado on January 28, 2019, 03:51:43 AM
[Ensign Six | Bridge | USS Allegiant] Attn: @Auctor Lucan @Masorin @BZ @Fife @Firefox013 @patches @Vox @Jm Von Cat @The Ostrich
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I am Noor of Brunali, and you will not have me. I am Noor of Brunali…

Among other things, repeating her real name in her mind, Six thought of various things to keep the Call of the Collective out of her mind. Chess positions, ways to make Kal-Toh perfection, clues, mysteries, anything. She wasn’t going to let the Collective take her.

Six had been assigned to guard the bridge. And as ranking Security officer, Six had ordered the other guards, Petty Officers Varder and Benmual, on patrol to guard the decks, one for each of the decks. It made sense, given the size of the ship. No boarders will get by without getting seen by the patrol guards.

“No heroics if you have to take them on,” Six instructed as she took her position. “Fall back in a few places. Overall, ensure your phasers are tuned to a rotating modulation, so fall back in the event they adapt. Make your shots count before they adapt. If you have to, fall back within proximity of the bridge; the corridor will make a perfect chokepoint.”

Positioned in the bridge, Six had just noticed a woman who wasn’t in uniform; still, one didn’t have to be in Starfleet to be invaluable to a starship crew. She noticed her hair, how unique it looked…Six had just been wondering who the woman with the freaking huge side part was when she got jolted back to reality at Commander Dewitt’s order and Chief Eboh’s report.

The Cayuga? Using the debris field as cover? Captain Zeigler is a wise woman, Six thought in admiration. But the debris field is bound to run out sooner or later…

Six heard Commander Dewitt again. "This is Dewitt. One Borg cube sighted on sensors, and it's in battle with Martok's fleet. I am afraid this will not be a milk run. Prepare for battle. Dewitt out."

Six softly let out a scoff. No milk run, indeed, one of the biggest understatements of the decade. May as well deliver takeout through a minefield.

As the Allegiant departed, Six momentarily felt the thrill of flight. But it didn’t last long; she could see the debris field. Ships on fire. And the cube right in the middle. Six's mouth felt dry. So close…so…

I am Noor of Brunali…I am Noor of Brunali…wait…

Six remembered Commander Dewitt mention something…

“We must reach the Cayuga and draw fire from her. She needs to seal the apertures, so if the Borg Queen wishes to shoot at something, it will have to be us.”

Six almost felt as if the bridge dropped a few degrees Celsius. She did all she could to resist a gasp. The Borg Queen was on that ship?!? And Commander Dewitt wanted to divert attention from the Cayuga?

“Something to shoot at?” she said quietly to herself, practically whispering. “With that new toy we have on the Allegiant, that should be enough to get her attention.”

I am Noor of Brunali…I am Noor of Brunali…pawn to knight…the butler did it, duh…knight to bishop...
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Firefox013 on January 28, 2019, 07:27:10 AM
[Lt.JG Sephiria Arn, callsign Scylla| Wolf-10 | USS Theurgy Fighter Assault Bay > Debris Field ]

Scylla Sat in her cockpit, eyes closed, listening to some Theory of a Deadman as the techs, under her RIOs watchful eye, loaded them up for bear with generous fittings of Hellbores, Quantums, and refilling the internals as well, she had never really used bombs before but knew how, in theory, since she practiced it in simulated fights multiple times during the Valravn’s testing, so they also mounted some of the Hellhound cluster weapons.

Whiteout keyed his comms. “We are loaded for bear boss.” Were his words, Sephiria’s eyes opened and she calmly looked over the fighters weapon inventory readouts, checking them rapidly but thoroughly before turning to the techs and giving them a thumbs up, her helms visor opening. “THANKS! WE ARE GOOD!” She shouted down to the Petty Officer who checked his PADD off as having completed this Wolf’s reload and launch prep, bringing her bird back to full fighting force.

As Whiteout strapped back into his seat fully, Scylla keyed their Canopy, the apparatus quietly sliding shut and clasping with a soft hiss as the interior pressurized itself, the sleek Warp Fighter’s systems gently powering on into high ready standby as her pilots hands deftly flicked the needed controls, the RIO doing the same for his systems, both of them were very familiar with the bird, having been with her pretty much since day one of her existence back at the test squadron. “All systems are green, high ready standby for launch… achieved.” Spoke Scylla as the readings confirmed the status.

Whiteout nodded in response to this. “Confirmed on the high ready Scylla. We are definitely ready to do our part… you sure that kid on the Allegiant can pull this off?” He said, concerned about the very young looking ensign that was to fly the Allegiant into the fight. Scylla smirked behind her visor as it slid shut again. “Oh I really don’t think we need to worry about the young Ensign Whiteout, I hear she is quite the helmsman… almost good enough to fly a fighter is what I heard.” If Sephiria ever said that about someone, it was no lie or jest, the person probably was good enough to join their ranks or, at the very least, fly with them.

Scylla keyed her comms to the flight leader on their team only channel. “Flight leader, Wolf-10. Ready to go.” She reported in then started waiting for the signal to go, it didn’t take long before:

<<Meerkat to flight, plot in your intercept courses to the Allegiant now. Box formation. Scylla, you're with me up top. Wraith and Blizzard, take the bottom. Clear a path through the debris for them and remember, our priorities are that the Allegiant survives so that the Cayuga can close those apertures. We are going to gain the Borg Cube's attention for this, so remember your simulations for a Borg threat. May the stars light our way back safely.>>

Scylla heard the comms and nodded, hands going to her controls. She keyed the comms. “Roger launch!” She changed channels to the ATC one. “Control, Wolf-10, launching! TIME TO DANCE WITH THE ANGELS!” She intoned as the ship was moved to launch position, the lights flashing green a moment later and in a deafening roar of engine power, the deadly, heavily armed Space Superiority Fighter agilely swooped out into the Nebula outside and arced gracefully around as she followed her intercept course, taking position up high and to Meerkats right. “Wolf-10 is in position lead.” Was her final comment as they formed up, as they flew, piped through the teams closed circuit between just the 4 of them, old earth music by a band named Atreyu could be heard at a gentle level not enough to distract just a nice accompaniment.

“Well here we go, facing off against one of the biggest threats in the known galaxy.” Spoke Whiteout, his voice a bit tense, Scylla was feeling it too but they had no choice and had to deal with the Borg. Something then popped up on her sensors that made her shudder. “Oh great! Is that what I think it is!? She spoke, pointing to their sensors, Whiteout checked the sensors. “If you think that’s a Negh’Var and its battlegroup already going at it with the Borg, yeah, you’d be right!” He said, Scylla grunted and keyed comms. “Wolf-10 to Flight and Allegiant, you guys picking up what we have ahead yet?”

Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: The Ostrich on January 29, 2019, 02:38:28 AM
[ Ltjg Jhozahosh “Blizzard” sh’Avhennes | Wolf-12 | Fighter Assault Bay > Debris Field ]

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The wait was the hardest part, Jhozahosh sh’Avhennes sat in the cockpit of her fighter, canopy up, and legs resting on the rim as she dozed. She looked up every so often, checking that the Theurgy was still traveling at warp, on the way to meet the Borg in battle. Behind her, in the RIO’s seat Trixie was running checks on the systems of the Valravn, ensuring that everything was as it should be.

Jhoza’s antennae perked up as they detected a slight change in the operations of the ship. They had dropped from Warp! Any moment now they would be required to launch. She quickly swung her legs into the cockpit and snatched up her helmet. She pulled it on carefully, allowing her antennae to slip into their special sheaths. With her helmet on, Jhoza joined Trixie in ensuring all systems were combat ready.

A voice cracked through the intercom. [This is Mission Ops. All fighters, you are cleared for launch. I repeat, you are cleared to launch. Await further instructions from your SCO and your Flight Leaders. Be aware, debris field expanding towards the Theurgy's position.]

Activating the final launch sequence Jhoza felt the fighter lift off the flight deck, as the canopy slid closed, sealing them in. She pressed a hand to the base of her throat, knowing that her Shapla was beneath her fingers. Offering a quick prayer to Uzaveh the Infinite, Jhoza grasped the flight controls and followed the rest of the Wolves out of the bay. She quickly closed joined up with her flight, just as they received ordered from Meerkat.

“Meerkat to flight, plot in your intercept courses to the Allegiant now. Box formation. Scylla, you’re with me up top. Wraith and Blizzard, take the bottom. Clear a path through the debris for them and remember, our priorities are that the Allegiant survives so that the Cayuga can close those apertures. We are going to gain the Borg Cube’s attention for this, so remember your simulations for a Borg threat. May the stars light our way back safely.”

”Copy flight leader, may Uzaveh guide us all.” Jhoza dropped her fighter down and took up position below the Allegiant. As they took up position Trixie’s voice floated through Jhoza’s helmet ”If Uzaveh gets us through this remind me to thank him.” Jhoza laughed and grinned, not that anyone could see that through her helmet. ”We will make it through this, and when we get back you’re buying the first round.”

Trixie’s protests were cut off as Wraith came in on the comm system. "Wraith to Blizzard, we know our orders, clearing the path should be easy enough all being well but if you see anything going for the Allegiant that's priority one, do what you can but no fancy heroics unless it's absolutely necessary...now I realise this is me saying that but I mean it......We've lost too many of our pack since this mess began as it is. Plus the paperwork that comes with both losing and replacing a wingman is a pain in the ass and I don't want to deal with that so please don't make me."  

”This is Blizzard, keep it cool Wraith, I don’t plan on anything stupid today, this is the Borg...besides, Trixie just promised to buy the first round when we get back”

”I did not!”

”Quit complaining Trixie, keep your eyes open, mark larger pieces of debris heading for us or the Allegiant, I want to conserve munitions for the Borg, we’ll be dealing with debris using phasers when and if needed.”

“Wolf-10 to Flight and Allegiant, you guys picking up what we have ahead yet?” Another voice came in, and Jhoza quickly glanced at her scanners. A wicked smile broke out across her face as she spotted the Klingon vessels still in the fight. ”This is Blizzard, we see them. Mark the Klingons as friendly, and keep your eyes forward, we’ll be in the debris any moment.” Even as she spoke Jhoza was forced to make a small course correction to avoid a large chunk of what looked like a former Klingon nacelle.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: BZ on January 29, 2019, 03:57:58 AM
[Zyrao Natauna | Rock and a Hard Place | We Need Better Music For This Shit | Do or Die | Preferably Not the Latter]
@Auctor Lucan

A different feel, this bridge.

Dewitt came into the room, everyone else was already at their consoles and Zyrao was no different.  She sat there waiting for her own orders and hoping this wasn't a good way for the Theurgy to lose their problem children.  Though, if that were the case, the Sabine would likely be close by.  Her thoughts, briefly turned to Sera, and all the time they had spent together lately.  The night of passion, the small stolen moments, their half cocked plan to run away and leave these mother fuckers to their fate.  She could almost imagine them retiring on some great beachy island with the water lapping at their tanned skin, drinking colorful drinks... awww who the fuck was she kidding.  Zyrao could stand a vacation but she wasn't the sort to lay about soaking up the sun.  No, she had never been that kind of woman and she doubted that she would start now. 

Could use a colorful drink at this point.

Tea was her poison of choice and even now, there was a half empty mug in her hand as Dewitt entered the bridge.  Not unlike the first time she had come onto the Bridge with tea and cookies.  However, this time she was already seated, not having stolen a uniform, and ready to get this shit show on the road.  The others seemed competent enough and if she was to follow any Captain on this doom ship, it would be Dewitt.  The dark skinned man that interrogated everyone from the former Bridge had not instilled a great deal of confidence in the El-Aurian.  Not that he was bad, only that, she felt he could have worked a little harder.  Been more gentle on a woman that made a really hard choice in a shitty situation. 

Dewitt sat down in the center seat and chimed into her system.  Like the PADD she had been handed back in the Lounge, she found that her console was always tuned to El-Aurian.  It almost took a moment before she recognized the symbols as they were different, more fluid, and less harsh than the Klingon she was used to.  She still wrote, for the most part, in El-Aurian when she put pen to paper but seeing it in vibrant display so neatly put was just astonishing for her.  It made her ache, a moment, to remember her home world.  The signs, the books, the banners, all in this exact font.  Clean and crisp and perfect.  Not the loping slope of a hand that had written the same language for two centuries.

Still, she was finding herself in a bit of reminiscing briefly though Dewitt's voice pulled her out of her own thoughts of home.  Another spoke, stating the Nebula was interfering with their sensors and scanning but he was finally picking up things.  Martok was in current battle with the Borg cube, and the Cayuga was out there.  She rose her brow a moment, the Klingon name well known.  It was Drax's father, and she knew not what he thought of her, as the last they had spoken she had been feeling him out for Ives before she had betrayed his idiotic son and they had then... died.  It wasnt because of her that he had died though, however, she doubted that blinded by grief Martok would feel the same way.  She hoped that he was level headed enough to understand the situation.  Even he agreed his son had been a raging idiot.  That was why she had been on board.

The bridge shot into action.  Dewitt had taken a moment, presumably, to collect herself and then began to hand out orders.  This is a fucking Captain. Zyrao thought to herself as she put her near empty tea to the side.  It had grown that almost-cold, temperature that made it unpalatable.  Re-heating tea was not easy on the Bridge and frankly lessened the original flavor and potency.  Thus, it was deemed undrinkable by the El-Aurian who placed the cup to the side, it was only a splash of liquid on top of the tea leaves anyway, no real loss, though in her mind any tea not consumed was essentially a loss.

Sitting up straight in her seat, she allowed her fingers to manipulate her screen putting it split as she had earlier on her PADD.  The El-Aurian symbols swirled slightly as her fingers made quick work of the touch screen and she watched in her right-screen as the fighters disembarked and became little marks on her screen surrounded by the coordinates of the Bird of Prey, the Cayuga, and their own ship.  Then the space the Borg Cube now occupied.

“I have the fighters and other ships on screen.”  Zyrao reported to the Captain to allow her the knowledge of the el-Aurian being on task and watching the backs of the fighters if she could.  “I have signatures and locations of the other ships as well as we move closer we will get better information.” she explained though it was nothing that wouldn't be known.  It still felt like it needed to be said.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Numen on January 29, 2019, 05:10:17 PM
[ Lt. JG Izar Bila (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Izar_Bila) | Bridge| USS Allegiant | Heading the Battlefield]
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Bila consulted the standard time on the science station screen. It was too soon. Maybe he could take the analgesic dose a little earlier. Just a couple of hours, nothing too rush. Maybe that could numb the panic that ran wild in his brain and his veins. Perhaps it would allow him to think straight, a little more clarity in his mind. He couldn't afford mistakes or hesitation in that position. The margin for errors was too tight.


Mechanically, the hybrid removed one of his hands from the console to reach his right ear. His fingertips caressed the iridescent metal of his d'ja pagh. The pendant tinkled softly, a familiar, musical sound that slightly relaxed the knot in the pit of his stomach. Only a little. But little enough to focus his mind on the data that began to unroll in his screen.


As soon as the Allegiant uncoupled from the Theurgy, feedback from the sensors arrays began to flickened before their eyes. Unlike most consoles, the science ones didn't use graphics and visual fireworks to show up information. What he had was raw data from the sensors. Plain text. Bare numbers. Without the ship's computer translating them into graphics, the chemist had the freedom to look for what he needed, to analyze small packages of information without any electronic bias. He knew that many people found this kind of work overwhelming. For him it was, somehow, soothing. He had to focus much of his attention on it.  Put most of his energy on it. Which left him little room to be distracted by his own fear, letting his brain ponder over the worst possible scenarios.


Around him, the bridge became a hotbed of distilled data and  quick commands. Bila tried to isolate himself from that bustle, and leaned even closer to the console, his back deeply hunched. He had seen something. For sure. Where? Where he'd spotted it?. He scrolled back to the initial data, selected a couple of variables and make a quick search of them, debugging the sensor data. There it was. It wasn't a rosy prospect, but it was better to have noticed it this early.


"Captain, the sensors had detected clusters of sirillium among the debris. Some of them are gas' bags pre-existing in the battlefield, but others seem to have moved from adjacent areas due to the explosions, the action of tractor beams and warp engines, putting it simple. " Bila fell silent for a moment, his eyes quickly scanning the data he had selected again. His lips tightened to a thin line, barely visible in his shaggy face. Right after, he cursed under his breath.  It was a short, harsh phrase in cardassian that the UT wasn't able to translate. Possibly it was better that way.  "Some clusters are stationary, but most of them move erratically around the debris field and each new interaction with the Cube or other starships complicates their behavior. I can calculate the approximate trajectory of the nearest ones to avoid them, but we are about to enter in a minefield. "


Quickly, Bila's hands danced on the screen, sharing the purified data with the helm station, as well as with the rest of the bridge stations and the captain's chair displays. However, he knew that it was only a fraction of what was out there. Even worst, the distortions caused by the nebula's radiation could be hiding many more of them, or twisting the sensor's information so that they showed cluster where there were none or showed them displaced from their real position.  In most cases, he would need to track them individually, and the hybrid couldn't confirm their position and trajectory until they were almost hover over them.  Unaccustomed as he was to the presence of the fighters, he realized that they could possibly benefit from the information he was collecting. "The escort must be aware of them too: a full impact of their weapons in one of the largest cluster could set on fire the entire battlefield," he pointed out. He didn't want to clog the comms channels with the fighters, due they must stayed as clean and fluid at possible. But he hoped either Dewitt or the heavy-tattooed woman in comms would take charge of transmitting that information.


The chemist divided his screen: he kept the clusters' tracking in one side of the console, while the other showed the full raw data again. In his initial analysis he had skimmed over something more. Something important. What was it? He knew it was something he'd had in mind in the science department reunion. Something he almost forget to share with the SCO. His hazel eyes scanned the information again, quickly, searching line by line for what he was missing. He knew it! There it was. There was a negligible amount of verteron radiation flowing near the Cube's position. It could be traces of a transwarp travel or residual radiation from the aperture that the Borg were protecting. Whatever the case, it wasn't a natural emission, so he need to remain attentive of it and try to triangulate its origin point. "There is a difuse track of verteron radiation around the Cube too, a variation in its intensity could signal that the aperture is about to open."
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Auctor Lucan on February 01, 2019, 10:09:47 AM
[ Lieutenant Commander Jennifer Dewitt | USS Allegiant | Launching From the USS Theurgy ]
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The background noise of Sithick's translator over the intercom emphasised the moment. The Allegiant entered the debris field, and Jennifer Dewitt couldn't agree more with the Gorn's recommendation. Don't get hit indeed...

Zyrao was pinpointing ships in the tumbling ship graveyard they entered, or rather the metal maelstrom of an ongoing slaughter. Masuda Yukimura didn't need the order to start using the pulse phasers on the Allegiant to clear the path ahead of them, but given the great speed in which they pierced the debris field, they wouldn't have been able to maintain full impulse if it wasn't for the fighter escort. Meerkat and her Flight had entered their positions around their trajectory, and Masuda was sharing his targeting data even though the Valravn fighters would be able to see the threatening movements of debris themselves. In a joint effort, they all ensured that they could make a straight line towards the Cayuga.

That was when Izar announced the presence of sirillium along their path, making Dewitt's lips move in a silent curse. It was not what they needed. "Mister Yukimura?"

"I have the readings. Much obliged, Lieutenant Izar."

Dewitt quickly checked the data on the display in her armrest and passed it to Meerkat. "Helm! You should have the gas pockets on your screen as well. Adjust flight path accordingly, and make sure the fighters know what you're up to." She remained seated, as much as she wished to stand up. She wouldn't let her nerves get to her. Not even when the Cardassian hybrid announced that the aperture might be opening soon. "We have no time to waste then. Helm, I can't stress this enough, get us to the Cayug-"

Suddenly, Dewitt was out of her seat. In fact, she ended up rolling across the deck in front of her chair, and she hit the front consoles with her feet. She was disoriented, having lost her bearings completely. She was hurt from the fall since the inertial dampeners hadn't been able to compensate for the sudden and immediate deceleration. She wasn't alone either, all present officers having suffered a similar fate. Then, as she climbed to her feet, she heard that loud noise, deafening and spoken from thousands of throats at once. The declaration cutting through the membranes of the intercom.

[WE ARE THE BORG. WE WILL ADD YOUR BIOLOGICAL AND TECHNOLOGICAL DISTINCTIVENESS TO OUR OWN. YOUR CULTURE WILL ADAPT TO SERVICE US. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.]

"Captain! We're caught in a tractor beam from the cube!" announced Yukimura, bleeding from his forehead. "Our shields are draining fast!"

Dewitt moved to her seat, working the control panel in the armrest without sitting down. She tried to reach the fighter escort. "Allegiant to Fighter Escort Lead, take out the tractor beam emitter, now!"

"Shields at 56%! Controls are not responding!" said Yukimura, and while Dewitt had heard Six mumbling something before, she was now reciting some kind of mantra in a louder voice. Something about her name being Noor. It was deeply worrying, that she had to remind herself who she was, and to Jennifer, it seemed like the former Borg was loosing it. She hadn't even drawn her phaser yet.

Time was running out, and she had to prepare, in case Meerkat's flight didn't free them in time. "All hands, prepare for imminent boarding! Phasers up! Keep your distance from them."

"Shields at 34%!" said Yukimura, and he drew his phaser. "I am not reading any cutting beam power surge yet. Wai- No!"

"I am Noor of Brunali, I am Noor of Brunali..." Ensign Six was saying, but her eyes were vacant, and she was raising her phaser in front of herself while facing Dewitt, even though there were no boarders in sight yet. That muzzle was aimed directly at Jennifer, who acted on instinct, drawing her own phaser more quickly than Six had finished her movement. She fired three times against the woman. Yukimura fired three times as well. The former Drone made a disjointed dance when struck by the rapid succession of pulse phase bolts from two different directions. Standard procedure was always to keep one's phaser on stun, but it had happened too fast, and it might be they had hit the woman's head. That might have been lethal. There was no time to find out either.

"Shields depleted!" said Yukimura, and he changed the setting on his weapon to kill, just as the first shimmer of boarders appeared, casting every metal surface into light. Jennifer raised her weapon to defend the bridge, along with the rest. Three drones, and yet Dewitt's raised voice had naught to do with the frightening aspect of the metal and flesh figures before them. No, her words were to Zyrao.

"Miss Natauna, Contact Martok, immediately! Tell him what you must, as long as you do it now!" she called, her phaser bolts sending sparks from the metallic figure of what used to be a Klingon, towering in front of her. "Bridge to Petty Officer Varder, we need you in here, now!"

The dedication of the Theurgy - that courage was fear - suddenly rang hollow in her mind, as she fought for her life together with her crew - waiting for the fighter escort to free them, even though it might be in vain.


OOC: The Allegiant was caught in a tractor beam from the cube, even though they were not flying too close to the looming wall, and it is being pulled through the debris field and towards the cube. The cube managed to catch the Allegiant since their flight path was just straight enough to be anticipated, and they strayed just within range of the beam. There are husks of Klingon ships in every direction, and the debris field is both dense nad moving in all kinds of directions depending on the inertia .

Now, here are additional Battle Objectives to illustrate in your posts! Please check off one objective each, and you have full liberty in setting up details, like ship names or Klingon NPCs if needed. Change or adapt these objectives as you wish too, thinking of it as a writing exercise, as long as the overall intent is still to protect the Allegiant for the Fighter Escort, and to repel the Borg drones aboard the Allegiant. Have a look!
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Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Vox on February 01, 2019, 12:56:41 PM
[Lt.JG Logan Hale – “Wraith” (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Logan_Hale,_callsign_%22Wraith%22) | Wolf-11 |  Debris Field | Azura Nebula]

Navigating his way through the debris field, Wraith shook his head at how many contacts he was seeing on his HUD, with everything that had happened so far this was quickly becoming the busiest and worst week in the history of the universe he was sure. Due his skillful flying however he'd managed to bypass a lot of the debris and was closing on the Cube when he was the tractor beam grab the Allegiant and cursed, their one job was to protect that little ship and already it had gotten caught.

"Well shit." he muttered as he swung his ship around and made a beeline towards them, trying not to focus too much on the fact the Allegiant's shields were pretty much non existent at this point as he couldn't deal with the distraction at the moment. "This is Wraith I've got the tractor beam, pretty sure taking it out will piss off the Borg to no end so if they focus on me feel free to shoot the shit out of the bastards, I don't mind being the distraction."

Flying his Valravn as close to the Cube as he could get, mostly to avoid getting shot down before he even made it to the tractor beam emitters he could hear Big Zee take a sharp intake of breath as the Valravn's wing seemed to be inches away from scraping against the side of the Cube. [Colour=lightsteelblue}"Would you relax back there you're making me nervous."[/color]

"I'm making YOU nervous?" came his RIO's reply "So what's the play?"

"Pretty simple really." Wraith said as he glanced at the sensor display on his HUD "We're gonna pop around the side near one of the emitters and drop a cluster bomb right in front of it, that should take out the emitter then we just shoot the hell out of the Cube until it explodes and back home for a beer and like nine slices of pizza."

Zeke blinked behind his helmet "That's simple to you? What if we get caught in the cluster bomb explosion huh? You're gonna have to detonate them pretty quickly." He asked he tried to avoid looking at the Cube whizzing past him just outside, especially since he could practically see inside the damn thing they were so close.

"Are you suggesting I would get caught in an explosion? Especially one of my own devising? Don't insult me Zeke I'm way too good a pilot for that, relax it's going to be fine."

Before the big guy could reply he felt the fighter make sharp turn as it rounded the edge of the Cube. In front of him, Wraith had gone quiet as he began his attack run, ahead of them the tractor beam cut through the black space between them, holding the Allegiant in place. Glancing down at his own instruments he saw how defenseless the ship was as well as an out of control Bird of Prey heading towards it.

"Wraith, there's a BOP on a collision course with the Allegiant!"

In the front seat, Wraith kept his eyes focused on his target as he switched his weapon controls to the cluster bomb and shrugged "There's nothing we can do about it, one or two of the others will have to deal with it, but send them all a message just in case nobody has spotted it yet." he replied "Oh and hold on to something things might get a little bumpy." He added as he pulled the trigger, releasing the cluster bomb and banking hard to the right to escape the blast radius, feeling the rumble of the detonation shake his little ship.

Glancing out of the window though, he saw the tractor beam flicker but not shut down. "Oh for fuck's sake!" He muttered "Nothing's ever simple is it?" He added as he swung the fighter around and headed back towards the ship, dodging the incoming phaser fire as he went.

"So now what do we do?" Zeke asked from behind him as he finished sending the message about the BOP to the rest of the pack.

"I don't want to waste a Hellborne on an emitter but the clusters did some damage, a full spread of Quantum's ought to finish the job and if they don't then...well then I'm gonna be pissed."

With Wraith at the helm, the Valravn swooped and swayed majestically around the Borg's weapon fire as it closed in, a streak of light blue eventually emerging from the fighter as a small cluster of Quantum Torpedoes rocketed out of their launchers towards the Cube, each one impacting the large vessel where the Tractor Beam emitter was located. The green hue of the beam flickered several times before cutting out, releasing the Allegiant from captivity.

"YES!" Wraith yelled happily as his torpedoes hit the mark and took out the emitter before hitting the comm "Wolf-11 to Allegiant. tractor beam is disabled you're fr...WOAH!" He began to say before cutting himself off as several high yield gravimetric torpedoes came flying towards him.

Pulling hard on his controls he banked the Valravn hard to the left, cursing as several of them started exploding around him, shaking his little craft in almost every direction. His HUD showing more and more torpedoes being fired at him from the Cube. "Fucking mother fucker!" He cursed as he banked and rolled the fighter in every direction he could to avoid the torpedoes, each one just narrowly avoiding his ship by mere inches if that.

They were almost home free when one of the torpedoes detonated just behind the craft, lifting the rear of the craft up and sending the nose down. Before Wraith could level the ship out another torpedo exploded to the right of the craft, sending it sideways to the left while a third grazed the ship on the left wing and exploded, sending it back in the opposite direction and throwing him forward into the console, even through his helmet the impact knocked the pilot out cold as  his fighter flipped and rolled adrift in space.

...

A loud, annoying beeping slowly started making it's way through Wraith's skull as his eyes slowly flickered open, the world returning to him in a darkened blur as he winced, his head hammering like a thousand torpedoes had just exploded in his brain. "Alright, alright I'm up stop yelling at me." He muttered sleepily as he slapped the console, shutting off the annoying noise.

Tilting his head back in the chair he closed his eyes wondering just what the hell had happened before the battle flashed through his mind reminding him exactly where he was, causing his eyes to snap open again. Glancing around he immediately noticed how dark the cockpit was and cursed under his breath.

"Big Zee you alright back there?" He asked, ignoring both the throbbing inside his skull and the lovely notification his suit's HUD was flashing telling him he had a concussion, as if he hadn't already figured that out for himself. "Zeke?" He asked again. "Come on buddy, talk to me." he added before slowly turning around to glance behind him, ignoring the wave of nausea that washed over him.

Even in the darkened cockpit he could see the streaks of blood that coated the inside of Zeke's helmet. "Oh no. No, no no. Zeke!" Logan yelled, his friend remained silent. Turning back around he quickly hit commands on his console to bring up Zeke's vitals, letting out a sigh of relief when they showed he was still alive but in a bad way. "Thank god." the pilot sighed in relief. "Hang on buddy I'm gonna get you help, just need to get our girl flying again." he said aloud.

Glancing out the cockpit to his left, he could see that there was a chunk of his wing missing but by the looks of it not enough to impact the fighter's flight much, although he'd probably have to wrestle with the controls a bit assuming he could get the girl running again.

"Computer, damage report." Wincing as the display flicked up on his HUD his eyes scanned the readouts, the damage to the wing was the most obvious thing, a few minor dents to the hull, shields were down to 52% but sustainable and although they were running on minimal power he couldn't see anything to signify major damage, more than likely it was just a bad hit that knocked it offline...at least that was what he was hoping was the case.

Giving his head a little shake to clear the haze in his mind he thought about the Valravn's specs and what he needed to do to get power back up, something that if he wasn't concussed he would have done in about 10 seconds but since he was, was taking him significantly longer. With his fingers dancing over the controls he did everything he could remember he knew, hoping for the fighter to spring back to life.

"Come on baby, come on you can do it. He muttered as the console flicked and the ship hummed occasionally as it tried to bring it's power back online. "Come on girl I need you to start for me. Zeke needs to you start for him too so let's go." Sadly the ship remained semi dark. Cursing, he glanced over at Zeke's vitals on his HUD and while he was still alive if he didn't get medical attention soon that wouldn't be the case. Knowing time wasn't on his side it took all his willpower to try to not panic as he continued trying to coax his injured fighter back to life.

"Come on girl I know you're hurting but I don't have time for this! Come oooooon!" he muttered as he failed yet again to get main power to kick in. "GOD DAMNIT!" he yelled as he slammed his fist into the console. With a flicker and a hum the Valravn's cockpit started to light up causing him to start chuckling "Hahahahahahaha! That's my girl!" he exclaimed as he patted the console affectionately before looking out the cockpit window, seeing the battle still raging, the Cube in the distance. What he could tell though was that he was definately not where he had been before he'd passed out.

"Right, now where the fuck are we?" He muttered as he pulled the sensors up, hoping to find the Theurgy or at least the Allegiant so that he could beam Zeke there for medical aid. As for him, his Valravn was still in good enough form to jump back into the fight even with the damage to her wing. and his head had cleared enough with the adrenaline now flooding his system that he was good to finish it.

Unfortunately being in a debris field, the sensors were having a hard time distingushing between much in the battlefield for it to pick out a specific ship, he'd have to hope that as he got closer that would change and that one of the ships would be willing to drop shields quickly enough for an emergency transport. 

"Well here goes nothing." He muttered as he headed back towards the fray.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Fife on February 01, 2019, 07:47:05 PM
[ CPO Ekon Okotie-Eboh | USS Allegiant | Launching from USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan @Numen @Masorin @Jm Von Cat @Nolan @BZ Anyone else
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Chief Okotie-Eboh had been keeping his eyes glued to the Allegiant’s sensors, relaying data as best he could to Ensign Thorne at the helm to aide her in navigating the debris field while still monitoring the status of the other ships in the area. The El-Aurian hybrid was glad for the excuse not to look at the viewscreen, as each glimpse of the Borg Cube sent a lance of icy fear through the core of his being. He absently heard Captain Dewitt calling an order to Thorne at the helm, though his mind returned it’s concentration to the readouts on the console before him as soon as he recognized that the orders weren’t for him. He heard Izar call out, warning of the possibility of the aperture opening. Eboh’s jaw muscles tightened, his teeth grinding as he heard Dewitt call out to helm again…

Then he was no longer looking at the console.

The ship seemed a blur for a moment, then there was a blinding flash of pain which blurred his vision and numbed his senses for a moment. Once the pain had subsided and his vision cleared, it took Eboh a moment to orient himself and realize that he had been thrown several feet away from his chair, and was lying on the deck between the Ops console and the Captian’s chair. A quick glance around the Allegiant’s tiny bridge told him that the others had suffered a similar fate. Eboh blinked several times in rapid succession as he scrubbed a hand across his eyes, hoping to clear his vision. He was surprised when his hand came away form his face wet and glistening red, though all thoughts of his injuries fled his mind as the ship’s speakers blared that awful message…

[WE ARE THE BORG. WE WILL ADD YOUR BIOLOGICAL AND TECHNOLOGICAL DSITINCTIVENESS TO OUR OWN. YOUR CULTURE WILL ADAPT TO SERVICE US. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.]

Those words, and the static noise that accompanied them as they broadcast over the ship’s comm channels, seemed to turn Eboh’s heart to stone. Fear gripped him momentarily, his mind going numb. His limbs wouldn’t obey his commands. The world around him seemed to come in brief snippets of visual and audio.

”…caught in a tractor beam…”

”…shields are draining…”

”…-legiant to fighter escort…”

”…controls are not responding…”

He had heard similar things aboard the Saratoga. If the Miranda Class starship had faired so poorly against the Borg, what chance did they stand aboard the Allegiant

No. Eboh told himself as he finally managed to force his limbs into motion, You can’t give up yet… get on your feet Eboh…

As the Ops Chief climbed to his feet, his hand resting against the bridge’s forward bulkhead for support, he was greeted with a horrifying sight. Six, their resident Borg Drone, was muttering to herself in an alarming manner. More alarming was the fact that the Drone had her phaser drawn and was aiming it directly at Captain Dewitt.

The events that followed seem to Eboh to unfold in slow motion. He began drawing his phaser, intending to protect the Captain. Six was already raising her phaser. Dewitt was faster, as was Yukimura. Both fired at the Drone, striking her multiple times from different directions. Time seemed to return to normal as Six jerked about at the phaser shots struck home, though it was the alarming tone in Yukimura’s voice, coupled with the words he called out next, that brought Eboh fully back to consciousness. The shields were depleted. Nothing remained to stop the Borg from boarding the Allegiant. Eboh quickly switched his phaser’s setting to kill and set it on a rotating modulation in preparation for what would inevitably come next. He didn’t have long to wait before the shimmering light of transporters deposited the first Drones on the bridge. He could see two. One stood near the entrance to the bridge, near where Lieutenant Izar was climbing to his feet with his back to the drone. As Eboh watched, the drone turned and stepped towards Izar.

Frankenspoon! Eboh barked, using the first term that came to mind that he was certain would get the Cardie hybrid’s attention, ”Behind you!

Eboh raised his phaser, his hand feeling sluggish, and fired. A lance of orange light streaked forward, quickly followed by a second. Both shots struck the drone in the chest, sending it staggering away from the scientist. The drone’s back butted up against the bulkhead until a third shot from Eboh’s phaser sent it toppling to the deck, where it lay still. Eboh let out the breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and turned to see what had become of the second drone. Then he felt the hand clamp down on his shoulder. Fear gripped him. His entire being felt as though it had turned to ice as terror reigned within him. His eyes grew wide with horror. His mouth opened, though no sound came out.

He felt the twin points on his neck as the tubules made contact with his skin, and felt the pressure that accompanied the hiss of the nanoprobes being injected into his system. Panic kept him frozen in place, his muscles refusing to move even as his brain screamed at them to flee. Finally those muscle gave out and caused him to fall to his knees, his hands barely managing to brace against the deck to prevent him from collapsing face-first to the floor. A wave of panic and nausea swept through him, though the spasms in his neck prevented him from retching anything up.

This can't be happening... his mind screamed again and again in repeated denial of the truth, sheer terror blocking out the slight glimmer of hope that Lieutenant Izar's inoculation might provide. This can't be happening...
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Masorin on February 01, 2019, 08:38:26 PM
PO2 Sithick (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Sithick) | Engineering | USS Allegiant ] attn: @Auctor Lucan @Firefox013 @Fife  @Jm Von Cat @patches @Vox @The Ostrich @Numen
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Sithick watched as the shield drained, and felt a touch helpless, he had just reinforced that thing, and suddenly they were gone. If the tractor beam were to go down, he might be able to get the shields back up and running considering they had been drained. He started working from his station, and gave quick orders to his team. "Rel, Shields up." The translator said giving his orders quickly as he trusted the larger bug to do his part.

"Russel, engines, cool them! We aren't moving, keep them from hot, get them ready to move." There was a sound, and the Gorn turned towards the beam in. As Rel and Russel acknowledged the orders of the petty officer. He watched as a green light faintly filled up the engine room, and a new form emerged.

This thing was an amalgamation of meat and metal, Sithick could smell the strange oils, and pumps that made this thing breath, it was disgusting it burned his nose his eyes searched the thing for any place where he could sink claw or tooth into flesh, but he was certain no matter where he struck his mouth would be filled with plated metal that may break his teeth. His usual tactics in defending the crew would not work here.

"Sithick to security, Intruder alert." He tapped his badge, and he watched the creature as it walked to a station, and injected it's tubing into the machinery. He watched as the screen started displaying page after page of the ships information.

The first and only thought that came to Sithick was the weapon. If the Borg downloaded the specifications of his gravity cannon then they could prepare their defenses before they ever had a chance to fire. They could adapt to the weapon before it did any real damage to them.

He hissed a low guttural violent curse that his translator couldn't understand. Giving only scrambled frustrated noises. The drone was ignoring everything in the bay. This would be the things mistake. The Gorn called Rel over. He locked down the information of the gun, keeping it isolated to his work station. "Guard this console with life."

If they lost this information than they would loose their first best weapon before it ever had the chance to fire. The Gorn stepped forward his body relaxed, he didn't have a weapon, he had claws, and teeth, and none could be used against this thing, he was seeing for the first time an enemy that was possibly superior to him physically.

The Gorn stepped forward. "Away from that!" He moved as quickly as his body could, his body bent low, his head hit the side of the creatures chest, under it's extended arm, as his arms wrapped around the creatures waist. He felt his claws grip the cold metal, he felt no give. The claws on his feet spread, and dug into the tiled floor, as the Gorn's muscles bulged against it. He hissed and screamed.

Russel, and Rel watched as the petty officer did something stupid, yet incredible. The Drone's arm was pulled away from the computer as it's feet lifted up off the ground. Sithick hoisted, Drawing it back, lifting it with the application of leverage and his body straining against the heavy load, it was clearly taking more effort than even Sithick had assumed it would. As he stood tall, the Borg was over his shoulder, and from there it was just a matter of guiding his body safely to the ground, and his enemies neck into the solid plating.

Here the Drone's weight helped him, his body stretching backwards in flexibility that the Gorn had so rarely displayed, The suplex was loud, the metal of the Drone's head and spine snapped uncomfortably as the Gorn fell. Both bodies slammed against the ground, the Gorn's body cushioned by the Drone's uncomfortably.

The force of the impact had caused the heavy plating to snap against the Borg's spine, and the drone fell over as Sithick let go, dropping it. He was panting, feeling the exertion of his movements. His muscles flexing and contracting.

Then there was another green flash of light, a panic'd warning from Russel that Sithick couldn't respond too, the next drone opened fire with an energy weapon.

"Enginering to medical, we have an emergency! Sithick is down!"
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Jm Von Cat on February 02, 2019, 12:14:18 AM
[ PO1 Varder Ridun (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Varder_Ridun) | Stairway > Corridor > Med Bay | Deck 01 | USS Allegiant ] @Auctor Lucan @Firefox013  @Masorin  @Fife  @patches @Vox  @The Ostrich @Nolan  @BZ  @Numen  
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Varder had been seated upon the stairs as he played the waiting game for the Theurgy to drop out of warp, his helm visor retracted to allow him to eat an energy bar. It seemed that one of those minor side effects was getting the better of the Bajoran, he was hungry. Not painfully so by any means, but enough for it to be an inconvenience and an irritation. Then came Dewitt's call over the intercom, "Prepare for Battle."

An oddly familiar call, one to which the Bajoran stood. His visor sliding back into place, rifle held up and across his chest as he began his patrol route. Even steps carrying him down the hall towards the airlock, from where he would turn and wait a moment, scanning the corridor and the doors along its walls for any discrepancy, any hint of movement. It was his job and he took pride in doing it right, more than that it helped him to control himself and his thoughts. Keep his mind on his duty and not on what could happen, dwelling helped no one, especially not when things start going wrong.

Varder was about to step forward and continue when he was instead violently tossed forward, instinctively he rolled. Turning his side to hit the ground rather than his face or back, the suit could take it. The impact was still jarring, the Bajoran impacting the ground with force, the plating of the hall being scored by his exo suit which in turn also took a scrape or four. The suit, however, did its job, Varder was unharmed and with a clear head as he swiftly pulled himself to his feet. Then it came through the intercom.

[WE ARE THE BORG. WE WILL ADD YOUR BIOLOGICAL AND TECHNOLOGICAL DISTINCTIVENESS TO OUR OWN. YOUR CULTURE WILL ADAPT TO SERVICE US. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.]

Even before the command came through Varder was altering the setting on his rifle from stun to kill, checking the modulation was still functioning. Professional, precise movements, well practised and versed. Movements that hid the fear within the man performing them, almost even from himself. "All hands, prepare for imminent boarding! Phasers up! Keep your distance from them."

From the bridge came the sound of phaser fire, yet before the Petty Officer could react the shimmering light of borg transporters illuminated the hall. A single drone materialized, vanishing into the med bay before Varder could react against it. As he went to give chase two messages filled his ears, one from Dewitt. "Bridge to Petty Officer Varder, we need you in here, now!"
The other from Doctor Hernandez. "Sickbay to security! They are accessing our computers!".

He needed to make a choice, and for him it was simple. There were others on the bridge, including Six, Hernadez was alone and the Borg could do significant harm if allowed access to the computers unhindered. Beyond that, should the doc and med bay be put out of commission further help for others would be seriously hampered if not taken off the table entierly.

His mind made up Varder was moving, rifle ready. Holding at the door to med bay for just a moment, the door opened. In that moment he was through, inside, scanning.
There, the doctor..
There, the Borg.
One arm of flesh and metal raising towards the doctor, the other held out towards a computer.
Two shots flash from his rifle, the pulses taking the drone in the back. It staggers forward, smoking and hissing. Looking as if it might yet take another shot, then it collapses. Lifeless to the ground.
Varder does not stop, his rifle dictating where he is looking even as he speaks. Ensuring no other drones are present within the bay.

"Clear! Check the system!" His tone was clear, aggressive and very much demanding.

As to if the doctor was capable of his request he did not care at that moment, he was already heading out of the med bay.
Through the doors of the security checkpoint.
He could only hope those few extra moments would not cost anyone dearly.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: The Ostrich on February 02, 2019, 10:33:33 AM
[ Ltjg Jhozahosh “Blizzard” sh’Avhennes | Wolf-12 | Debris Field | Azure Nebula ]

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It was all going well...and then it wasn’t. The Allegiant had become trapped by a tractor beam, emanating from the Borg Cube. Wraith had instantly accelerated away, racing toward the cube and making grand claims about knocking out the tractor beam. ”And he told me not to do anything stupidly risky” Jhoza grumbled to herself under her breath as she opened up the throttle and sent her fighter in pursuit of Wolf-11.

”Wraith, this is Blizzard, I’ve got your six. Knock out the beam and I’ll drop my payload on that cursed Cube.”

She followed close behind, matching every one of Wraith’s maneuvers. She grinned as she saw the explosion from his first pass, then cursed as the tractor beam stayed active. Her antennae twitched in her helmet as she swung around to follow Wraith for a second pass.

”Calm your snakes Jhoza, you’re making me nervous.” Trixie’s voice was a little higher than usual

”You should be nervous Abigale, this is the Borg” Jhoza’s antennae twitched again as she spoke ”Make sure our weapons are primed, the moment that emitter fails we’re feeding that cube some high explosives.”

It was as if Uzaveh himself had heard her words, for as she spoke them Wraith fired again, and in a fiery explosion the tractor beam failed. Jhoza did not hesitate, and pulled hard on the triggers, unleashing the fury of her Valravn. ”ASSIMILATE THIS YOU CYBERNETIC FUCKERS!!!” 160 micro torpedoes, 2 Hellhound cluster bombs, a spread of shots from her twin mounts, and scintillating phaser beams streaked out of her fighter and smashed into the Cube. She kept hold of her Hellbore torpedoes for now, she had a feeling they would be needed later, and she didn’t want the Borg adapting to them now, and rendering the weapons carried by the rest of the squad useless.

The explosions which spread across the surface of the cube were impressive, but Jhoza had no idea of the damage they had done to the behemoth. She didn’t have time to check either, as she saw the Borg throw out a screen of their own torpedoes. Swearing violently in Andorian she pushed her throttle to the max, and pulled hard on the flight controls, swinging the craft away from the imminent detonations. ”POWER TO SHIELDS TRIXIE, THIS IS GONNA GET BUMPY!!!”

”If we survive this I’m going to stab you, you blue bit...” Trixie was cut off as the craft shook violently and Jhoza whooped in exhilaration. Action like this really got the blood pumping.

After the explosions had cleared Jhoza activated her comm system, at some point there she had lost track of Wraith. ”Blizzard to Wraith, where are you?”

Several seconds passed with no reply.

”Blizzard to Wraith, come in.”

More silence.

”Dammit Wraith, answer me!”

Then she saw him. Wolf-11 appeared to have taken a hit, so it was possible that Wraith had lost his comm system. As she swung her Valravn down for a closer look, Wolf-11 began to move again, and Jhoza gave a sigh of relief.

”Wraith, its Blizzard, if you can hear me I’m above you at your 4 o’clock. I’m going to pull in on your Starboard. Do you require any assistance? Signal me however you can”
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Numen on February 03, 2019, 03:04:29 PM
[ Lt. JG Izar Bila (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Izar_Bila) | Bridge| USS Allegiant | Heading the Battlefield]
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Bila was standing, facing the  wall panel, his hazel eyes scanning the screen. He was tracking the closest sirillium pocket and then, the world turn upside down. It tumbled, twisted, spinned. His face slammed against the wall and then bounced off against the nearest console. Against the floor. He heard a loud creak and knew something in him had broken.

After that, everything was darkness.

He felt the damp heat of blood on his face, but he could not see anything.

Then, there were screams.

Screams and whispers. But neither of them had sense.

Hasty steps.

"Shields depleted!"

THAT had sense.

Shots.

He must flee. He had to know what was happening.

But the world spinning around him. He was nauseated.

Blood soaked the collar and chest of his uniform.

There was heavy thud.

Bila tried to open his eyes, but a stabbing pain in the left eye-ridge prevented it. With his eyes still closed, the chemist pushed himself to a sitting position. His right lid fluttered. Everything was brown. Or crimson. He let his head fall against the wall plates. Cold. Why the world kept spinning?

He put both hands on the wall, trying that the bridge stabilized a bit. He heard a continuous beep in the left ear. A high pitched scream? Or an alarm? He rubbed his eyes. That simple motion made him dizzy again and he rested his hand on the wall another time. He opened his right eye. There was a wall. The wall had brown blood stains.

"Frankenspoon! “ Somebody shouted.

Bila's head lolled in that direction, trying to understand what was happening, trying to...

"Behind you!". The hybrid turned to face his demise face to face.

A drone.

Klingon's ridges were still evident in its forehead, half covered by metal plating. The borg advanced to catch him. And he was trapped in a corner. There was no way he could avoid the nanotubes that were beginning to reach out to him from the drone's hands.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion, languidly, so slowly that he could see every detail of what was happening. But there was nothing he could do to prevent it. He crushed himself against the wall. His breath froze in his throat. His eyes staring at the drone, out of their orbits. Borg's eyes stared at him unperturbed, vacant. A metal-covered hand pointed in his direction. Bila wanted to scream. He couldn't do it.

A phaser shot.

Another.

The drone staggered and turned away from him. A window to scape. The chemist lunged forward. He stumbled. His knees hit the ground, but he didn't care, he simply crawled forward, away, as far as he could.

A third shot hit the drone.

A heavy body fell to the floor plates.

Bila raised his eyes and saw the ops chief. And what plodded behind. He wanted to warn him. He should warn him. But his throat only produced a suffocated yelp. Eboh's horrified gaze was all he needed to get back in motion. That and the image of how he began to be assimilated.

The world seemed to move forward again. Accelerating. More shots could be heard beyond the bridge. Bila stumbled forward using his hands to stand up. Quick. Quicker. A cascade of sparks rained down from a roof panel. The chemist kept stumbling forward until his chest hit one of the consoles. The drone pushed its appendages away from Eboh and turned slowly. Once he located a new target he advanced towards. Sluggishly. Without rushing itself.

Bila's hands moved madly on the screen. "Fuck," he whimpered. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck" He kept blubbering. Meanwhile, the borg had almost reached its goal. Its hand was rising again.

Bila slammed the screen.

The drone lost consistency, its body turning into a swirl of white and blue sparks. The nanotubes were projected forward, but their consistency was so faint that they failed to reach their goal. The drone's head began to turn towards Bila. And after that it, simply, disappeared.

Bila spilled on the console, his legs barely able to support the weight of his body. His breathing was ragged and wheezing, like a bellows with a hole. The adrenaline still ran crazily through his veins. His body was trembling and wriggling compulsively.

On the main screen, the drone that had beamed out appeared floating in the space in front of the Allegiant, his hands still extended towards the little starship, his determination still focused on assimilate the targets that had been so close to it barely a few seconds before. Bila watched it, fascinated and horrified at the same time... until a piece of debris hit it and threw the drone out of the screen field, spinning rapidly.

Bila averted his eyes and looked at the bridge again, struggling to stay on his feet. The blood that dripped from his forehead got into his eyes. Bila brushed away the brown fluid with a trembling hand.

His stomach twisted. Despite all his efforts, Bila ended up throwing up on the floor.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Nolan on February 05, 2019, 12:17:36 PM
[ PO2 Kythalie Benmual | Warp Core | USS Allegiant ]
@Masorin  @Auctor Lucan 

Being stationed in the lower deck of the Allegiant, Kythalie Benmual was still getting used to the confines of the exosuit she wore. If she had thought for the Starfleet regulatory uniform to be confining, this would undoubtedly be over the top. She had changed prior to boarding along with the rest of the security officers. She had first tried it on with the security uniform still on her though that felt more like a death trap then anything else. With no real shame she had slipped herself out of the uniform and chosen to get into the suit with just the standard issue undies. The suit felt cooler against her skin, still confining yet better then with all those other layers of clothes.

She patrolled along the corridor as the primary room she would have to defend was the warp core. She could feel the ship sway to the left and right despite the inertia dampers doing their job. She had no clue what kind of a hell it would be out there and perhaps it was for the best as their fates laid in the hands of the helms woman and the hopefully present wolves.  With a sigh Kythalie had looked around in the corridor for any sign of activity finding nothing more. The moment she'd been waiting on hitting her in no time as the ship was caught in the tractor beam. The wall suddenly closing in real fast as her suit slammed into the wall. Benmual shook her head as she got back up and heard the Borg message crackle through the speakers. "Fuck..." she murmured before getting back up on her feet and rushing her way over to the engineering room.

On her way there though she slammed into a Borg drone in the corridor as she opened the door to get to engineering. He was literally standing by the door and attempting to use a console. The sheer impact of the exosuit had shoved the Borg a few meters aside before it looked at Benmual and raised his hand. "FUCK!" Benmual screamed as she raised the rifle to dispatch of the drone, yet the drone swept her off her feet and slammed her back against the now closed door. The distance between them not much longer then a meter or closer. The assault rifle skidded across the deck plating and was out of reach as the drone moved closer once more.

Time seemed to move slower now as the hunk of flesh and metal closed in on her with no emotion. Kythalie was a fighter however and she reached for the hand gun that was provided to her by Varder. It would be a likewise weapon to what she had used against the Asurian boarders on the Cayuga during their uprising. Ideal for cutting up Borg... Hopefully. She reached for the weapon and simply let her muscle memory take over, not even trying to aim as there simply was no time. The beam carved a line from the drone's left lower torso across his neck over his face. If anything it might be called art as Benmual too her hand off the trigger and watched the drone stagger. It didn't take long before she watched the head split. Brain matter, blood and what else slipping out before the Borg collapsed on top of her, bleeding all over her exosuit as she panted and realized far too well that this was a close call.

Looking up she saw that the pistol had simply carved through the drone and caused for some damage in the corridor. She swallowed and pushed the drone off her as she checked herself for any injuries. As she got up she could hear the weapons fire in engineering, along with a frantic call for help. There was no time to report in what had just happened, she had to move quick!

"Enginering to medical, we have an emergency! Sithick is down!"

Kythalie scrambled onto her feet and stumbled forward as she holstered the side arm and grabbed her assault rifle, dashing her way over to Engineering, hoping she wouldn't be too late. Hoping she wouldn't find an onslaught of death and more Borg.

Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Vox on February 05, 2019, 01:34:30 PM
[Lt.JG Logan Hale – “Wraith” (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Logan_Hale,_callsign_%22Wraith%22) | Wolf-11 |  Debris Field | Azura Nebula] Attn: @The Ostrich

As he slowly made his way back towards the battlefield, Wraith was slowly coming to realise that his tough little ship had taken a few more knocks than he'd originally thought. While the ship was indeed still flyable and could jump back into the fight if necessary, the missing part of his wing did mean he had to wrestle the controls a little bit in order to keep her going in a straight line, at least for now it didn't look like the Borg or the Klingon's had detected him yet or if they had, were currently ignore him, which he was perfectly fine with.

As his eyes flickered between the view out of his window, his HUD, Zeke's lifesigns in the corner of his HUD, the throbbing in his skull and down to his console as he tried to make some slapdash repairs, he failed to spot the other Valravn approaching him outside.

"Evidently the Comm's not working either." He muttered as he took note of all the warnings springing up around him and switched his attention to that, hitting several keys to pull up a diagnostic on his HUD, he immediately saw the problem. One of the explosions from the many transphasic torpedoes the Borg had fired at him had fried a few relays and shorted out the system, he'd have to do a quick reroute to get it working again, but that would mean sacrificing something else in order to do so.

"Can't do that, can't do that either...life support definitely need that, inertial dampeners yeah need those..." he muttered as he went though everything on the ship he was willing to risk cutting out, eventually moving over to his weapons, the phasers and cannon he'd need, torpedoes too but the cluster bombs...he'd already used some to knock out the tractor beam and with his wing damaged as it was didn't really want to risk trying to outrun another explosion with it in the condition it was so that would be the thing he'd lose for now.

Taking the launcher offline he diverted the power through several other relays to the Comm, not something entirely recommended he knew but desperate times and all that.

""Wraith...Blizzard, if...hear me..." He heard coming through the system as it crackled back to life, albeit a garbled mess.

"Oh for god's sake" the pilot muttered as he gave the console another whack, thankful when that again seemed to do the trick as the rest of his new wingman's voice came through, feeling relieved that at least somebody knew where he was, especially since he currently didn't.

"...pull in on your Starboard. Do you require any assistance? Signal me however you can"

Glancing out his cockpit, sure enough Blizzard's Valravn was right there next to him. Giving a quick wave to signal her, he hit the transmit button and hoped that his Comm was capable of sending transmissions as well as recieving them otherwise he had a problem.

"Blizzard it's good to see you. I have a few issues but right now my RIO is injured and I need to get him back to the ship ASAP but my sensors can't pick up either the Theurgy or the Allegiant, could be interference from the debris or another system on my bird that's not currently working the way it should, I could use an escort."

He replied, hoping she got the transmission, right now his only concern was getting Zeke back to the ship, his fighter and he would survive...probably but his friend wouldn't Logan couldn't get him medical aid soon.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: BZ on February 06, 2019, 06:47:45 PM
[Zyrao Natauna | Ghosts of the Past | Lies and Truth | Showtime | The Greatest Showman]
@Auctor Lucan @Fife @Numen

Yep.  Fucking nightmare.

Zyrao looked at the screen in front of her.  Pulling the fighters, the Cayuga, and the Borg Cube out of the debris field filled with metallic pieces everywhere was not child's play.  Everything pinged off the scanners though it was easier to detect the fighters because they were moving with purpose.  Once she was able to locate them fully, she was able to use the system to tag them.  This would enable the sensors to keep pinging off the same ship instead of consistently searching the entire debris field.  She didn't leave the field without attention should someone else show up she had her large area scanners pinging her with the whole field.  This was the Borg.  They may not be alone.  Martok may call in more Klingon.  It was hard to tell what exactly the plan here was going to be.  But, she needed to keep an eye out for the fighters, and any newcomers that were either friend or foe.

I still have to make the one a friend... cake walk I tell you.

Her eyes shifted up to the Science Officer as he mentioned there were Sirrillium deposits in the area.  Of course there are, because, this isn't hard enough, lets add some explosive gasses to the whole battle.  That should make it fun, right?  She felt like the Klingon's would have truly enjoyed this battle.  Drex would have breathed in the fury of taking down the Borg as well as utilizing the Sirillium in any way that he could.  But then, the man was an idiot and capable of getting everyone on his ship killed because of his stupid decisions and relying on the word of a traitor convincing him that he could take on the Theurgy without repercussions. 

Or death.  It was death.

They had been cutting a path through the field when all of a sudden they came to a full stop.  Not because of Helm, no, she knew what it was likely.  The Borg.  She had been standing as she worked her maps and kept an eye on the people that were out there fighting much closer to the Borg than they were and thus she had been tossed forward, the console bit into her stomach and her rib cage, the sharp jolt of pain of likely a bruised-if-not-broken rib.  She hissed as she nearly went over the other side, but managed, at the last moment to grab the edge of the console and stop herself from the sommersaulting into another officer's space.  Hanging there for a moment, fingers white with the pressure to continue using their purchase to stop her momentum, she finally, was able to stand. 

Half way to right, she heard the words that haunted the dreams she only occasionally had now.  The ones she had promised Chloe, all those years ago, would fade.  They never left, the dreams, but they faded and held less fear than they had initially.  In time you became desensitized to your own nightmares because they were constant, common, and reoccurring.  But, Zyrao had never expected to hear it again like this.

This is how I die.

It was the sound that froze the blood of the Bridge, the sound that killed everyone before they even saw anyone, the sound of certain doom.  Zyrao's face was white, paler than normal, as she took in the fact that within minutes they had been boarded and they hadn't even gotten to fight.  They were caught, and moments later the officer up front called out that they were in the tractor beam.

Could have told them that without the fancy scanners.

Best not to say that out loud.  She stood up right and turned around as Dewitt began to call out orders, calling out to Zyrao to get Martok on their team right now.  She turned, not able to stand on the Bridge, there was far too much shit going on for her to be able to stand here and get this done.  So she grabbed up her PADD and she quickly headed for the Ready Room. 

“Bila!  Take up my slack!  I have a job to do!” she called over her shoulder.  She didn't know the man, didn't know that he would actually do what he was supposed to do.  She tried to ignore the sounds that were going on behind her of the Borg infiltrating the Bridge.  Some of them being shot at, she didn't see Eboh getting some nanos in the back of the neck.  She didn't see any of that as she palmed the Ready Room door and the chaos that was the Bridge faded for the moment. 

“Computer, contact Chancellor Martok, from Zyrao Natauna, Emissary of the Allegiant.” she said quickly to the computer.  There was no time to waste, none what so ever.

The screen over the large table came up quickly with the outgoing call.  She slammed her PADD down on the table in front of her and looked up.  The  IKS Negh'var, was out there and she was just waiting for them to answer. 

“Answer you pompus fuck face!” she cried out and slammed her fist against the table in front of her again, and again, it would probably bruise but she didn't care.  She needed Martok to answer.

“Zyrao Natauna.”  the voice all too familiar to her as her grey eyes shifted up to the screen and there was the man that she had known for years.  He seemed shocked to see her alive, and she gave a bit of a smile and a bit of a nod as her shoulders relaxed for a split second before she realized what she was here for.  It wasn't to see a familiar face, it wasn't to have a good chat, it was to get this man on their side against the Borg so they could protect the Theurgy and everyone else.

“I do not have time for niceties, Martok, we, the Theurgy, the Allegiant, the Cayuga, we need your assistance.  The assistance of the Klingon and the battle hardened warriors I know you possess.”  There was nothing like blowing major smoke up his ass at this time, because she knew that he liked … as all Klingons did, to be prideful about his warriors and to call attention them.  She could see his pride take form in his eyes.

“They have murdered my son and his crew!  How you are alive I do not understand!” his thick Klingon voice was heavy with anger and the rage of his lost son.  Zyrao hadn't even realized how she had switched to Klingon language as though it was like breathing, she had used it for so long she was native when speaking it. 

“That isn't how it happened.  Let me tell you what happened, so that you may understand the full story.  I was there, I witnessed it all, and I know you trust me.  I need your help, but first... a quick overview.  We have been boarded by the Borg, there is not time for long tales.”

“Speak, Natauna.”

She let out a gush of air and began her tale.  “When we finished our conversation, I went out immediately to tell Drex to call off the attack.  That the Imperial Intelligence operative Hi'Jak had fed him bad information and he should not take on the Theurgy.  I told him what you had said about Ives.  First he was mad because I had contacted you before talking to him and he was very vengeful about it.”  She gripped her shoulder, as though he had hurt her, but then she dropped it and cleared her throat.  Looking back up at the screen she continued to pour out the story.  She hadn't gotten as far as she had in life without being able to twist truths and lies together beautifully and so she continued to piece together her quilt.

“He wouldn't listen to reason.  When I told him that I would tell you he hadn't listened he grew more angry.  He decided that since the Theurgy and some of it's crew had infiltrated the Coreless Moon because of the dilithium that was stored within, he would attack them.  He sent me down with the rest, stating that since I was against it, I needed to see the evils of the Theurgy first hand and being his strategist I was best served on the moon.  I went down with the crew, and I had no idea of the orders he had given the men that accompanied me down there.”

She could hear shots firing from the Bridge, screams and cries of surprise, she hoped they were faring well.  Turning back to the screen she soldiered on.

“My plan was to go in with a force and clear out the Theurgy crew, send them back to their ship.  As soon as the hatches opened in the ships, the Klingon soliders I was with began laying fire on the Theurgists.  I had no choice.  It was either, open war with the Theurgy or turning on the officers that were with me.  I knew the best interest of the Hakkarl was fixing the whole situation and getting out of there.  I would deal with Drex later when I could get back to the ship.  The Theurgists took out the Klingon attackers.  My plan was to get the Theurgists off the Moon base and back to their own ship.  That was the plan of course, but the battle … one of the officers Drex sent had gone off and accidentally activated the security protocol of the Coreless Moon.  We couldn't stop it.  The Theurgists were kind, and took me on their ship instead of letting me die.  All the wounds received in the battle were healed by these people.  They've given me refuge, and I have agreed to help them.  However, now, we are up against the Borg and we need the Might of the Klingon Empire if we are to beat them.  If we are to save the Theurgy.”

She swallowed softly.  “It was not the Theurgy nor the crew of, that destroyed the Hakkarl.  It was the Moon's defense systems. The hidden ruins below SuD Lang.  We barely made it out, but they were sitting ducks because Drex did not believe them to be in danger.  I lost my home, my crew, my family.  Yet I stand before you on this ship, courtesy of the Theurgy and the kindness they have shown me in my time since the Moon.  I need your help Martok.  Too many lives are at risk.”

There, she had said it now.  There was a noise in the corridor, and it was getting closer.  She withdrew her phaser and put it in her hand flicking it straight up to kill.  There was no 'stun' for these fuckers.  It was death or nothing.  But, she did not end her call, no, she waited, looking at Martok hoping he would know.  Wrapping her mouth around the word kindness had been hard, but she was pleading a case and even though the people here had been viscous thorned pricks, she needed his help to save her life as well as the few that weren't.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: patches on February 13, 2019, 05:05:27 AM
[CWO3 Liliana "Meerkat" Walton | Wolf-09 | Space, the Final Graveyard] @Firefox013 @Auctor Lucan

In short, everything seemed to be going to hell in a handbasket rather quickly once the Allegiant and its escorts were in range of the Borg Cube. The path to this point had been mostly uneventful save a close call with an expanding debris field at one point. The scoutship suddenly stopped movement. Verification of the cause came quickly – it was stuck in a tractor beam. Wraith called out his intention to take care of the emitter and Blizzard peeled off to follow her wingmate.  Normally, Meerkat paid close attention to such bombing runs for a follow up but with the Allegiant showing Borg life-signs aboard, a debris field that kept shifting, and sirillium pockets that threatened the entire enterprise if a phaser or missile went stray, there was quite enough on her plate.

Her RIO, Bulkhead, added another. “We got a Klingon Bird of Prey closing in on the Allegiant. I show a mixture of Klingon and Borg lifesigns onboard. It looks they’re losing the fight though. We also have some Klingon fighters wandering nearby. Their flight patterns don’t make sense for an attack run. Maybe finding a place to land?”

“Huh. I have an idea. Think those fighters have ordnance still?”

“They should. Disrupters at the very least. Won’t the Borg have adapted to that already?”

“Yes, but Wraith and Blizzard are about to create a hole and our sensors are clearly showing Theurgy’s own weapons are having an impact. I bet we can keep that hole open a bit longer for them.”

“And the Bird of Prey?”

“That is … a serious problem.” Liliana flipped open to the channel to her wingmate. “Scylla, can you deal with the Klingon Bird of Prey approaching the Allegiant? There’s Klingons still on the ship but they’re losing to the Borg also on board.”

She paused a moment before delivering the final sentence. “I think you know what to do there.”

The Klingon behind her whispered what sounded suspiciously like a prayer. Walton didn’t respond to it. She knew what must be going through his head. The same thoughts were running in the back of hers as she looked over the sensors indicating lifesigns on the Allegiant. Her own prayer was that she wouldn’t have to turn her fighter’s weapons on the same ship she was tasked with protecting. Both of them had their attention refocused as the nearby Cube spat out a salvo of torpedoes in their general direction, though not specifically aimed at them. Almost simultaneously with that salvo, the Allegiant suddenly accelerated and returned to its course.

“I take it that’s our cue.” Meerkat noted. “Meerkat to Allegiant, commencing attack run on the Borg Cube.”

She accelerated her Valravn back to combat speed. “Bulkhead, get in touch with those Klingon fighters. Convince them to follow my lead.”

After an affirmative, the RIO began speaking a lot in his native Klingon while Meerkat focused on piloting through the expanding debris field. A pair of the Cube’s gravimetric torpedoes ended up choosing her as a target. She managed to lose one, but the other exploded close enough to nearly knock her off course and drained a good portion of her shields. As the Cube loomed ever larger in the cockpit, the veteran pilot noticed the presence of four Klingon raiders following her course. They weren’t quite formed up, but their intent seemed clear.

“They will follow us, Meerkat, but they are almost out so I am not sure how much damage they can do.”

“Well, anything is better than nothing. Arming the Hellbores and quantums. Let’s give them a full spread. Do you know the spot Wraith targeted?”

“Targeting data is already loaded. The Borg are regenerating there but I see indications of some deep damage there. Their shields are not yet back at full power.”

Her HUD updated with confirmation of Bulkhead’s analysis and Lily took a deep breath before corkscrewing to avoid another salvo and correct her course for a proper attack vector. One of the Klingon raiders was not as lucky.

“Haq’r?”

“He’s reporting some damage, but he can still make the run.”

“Alright, here goes.” Gloved fingers tapped a series of commands into the interface, forcing changes in the status of her fighter’s ordnance, including her phasers. “Starting attack run in five. Torpedoes armed, course plotted. Phasers at max power plus five percent.”

“Overheating the phasers?”

“We need the punch. It can handle a few shots at that level. Firing now.”

Bright red beams lanced out against the Borg Cube’s shields, followed by the impact of six quantum torpedoes. The last two of those hit the armor proper, detonating near the site of Wraith and Blizzard’s impact. The Valravn’s pair of Hellbores impacted right after, showcasing the effectiveness of the experimental missiles against Borg armor. Green bolts from their temporary allies hit the same area, as well as the few missiles and torpedoes left on those birds. They all pulled sharply away from the Cube as the explosions registered, already pulling evasive maneuvers in anticipation of the Borg’s response.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Firefox013 on February 13, 2019, 08:23:48 AM
[ Ens. Jaya Thorne | Bridge of the USS Allegiant | Azur Nebula near Borg Aperture]

Jaya Had guided the Allegiant out on its run, gently guiding her off on their assignment, it didn’t take long for their Escort to Form up, the detail composed of 4 fighters, each one fully armed with the best weapons they could fit to take on the daunting task for both escorting the Allegiant in and helping cause damage to the cyborg menace before them.

“We are en route ma’am, escorts are forming up.” She noted as the four Warp Fighters took position, boxing the Scout ship into their formation. The IFF codes pinged them as the indicated Wolves and confirmed they were in the right hands on their way as Jaya’s hands calmly hovered over the controls, tapping corrections as she navigated towards their target. “Well I hope these pilots are as good as their files say, I took a few minutes to look them up ma’am, they’re all solid according to Starfleets database. Well mostly.” She let the last comment hang as she concentrated on their approach.

The Allegiant deftly snaked its way around the floating debris, heading closer and closer to the unmistakeably Borg constructs ahead on their screen. “We're on course, so far so good.” She mentioned as they glided ever closer, eyes darting to the sensor readings and looking about some in a methodical manner, hands calm even though she was definitely nervous, her self control and focus were showing through admirably considering they were going to go fuck with the worst enemy the Federation has ever had, not to mention sentient life in general.

Her hands leapt over the console, moving as they navigated around debris and other matter you didn’t want to get in contact with in a nebula, like period. She listened to what the others were saying and paid attention to keep the moves easily followable by their fighter escort, so far she was impressed, all 4 of the fighters had stuck to them like white on rice. “Hmmm these new pilots we got making part of this element are pretty skilled.” She said softly as the Borg apertures drew ever closer, the Borg ship too.

She managed to get them close enough she thought and then got a bad sign of confirmation. “CRAP! They got us in a damn tractor beam ma’am!” She starts trying to shake them free. “If they board us keep them off a me ill keep trying to shakes us out of their beam!” She continued fighting with the controls and trying to hit the Borg tractor with something to feedback it or overload it somehow but nothing was working just then and it frustrated her to no end. “Damnit nothing ma’am!”

Borg beamed in and Jaya quickly drew her phaser form her hip firing at them while trying to regain mobility for the Allegiant, She stayed focused as the fighting erupted, hearing voices, Varder, Eboh, some of the others then suddenly, a massive flash happened in front of them and the emitter got taken out by a cluster bomb. “JESUS! Hah were free, 2 of our fighters got the beam, pulling back, hang on!”  She then dove the bird and spun it around some debris, trying to get clear enough to start fighting and give her people a chance at containing the situation. “Hope they don’t knock anything out ill do what I can to not break anything more but we gotta move and gotta start on the attack run YESTERDAY!”

The Allegiant rounded some debris to come face to face at a few thousand yards, with a K'Vort class Bird of Prey and Jaya shrieked. “SHIT SHIT SHIIIIIIT!” She rolled the Allegiant to the left to try getting out of its way, and maybe get a shot or two off on the BOP, when suddenly,  a dozen quantum explosions followed and preceded by torrents of rapid fire high yield phaser canon shots slammed into the K'Vort, the onslaught was ferocious and left the BOP no chance, its shields gave way, hull buckling from the attack as two of their Valravns flew over the exploding hulk. Their IFFs Identified them as Meerkat and Scylla, it was Scylla who had fired the onslaught and destroyed the Bird of Prey in a torrent of such coordinated and focused fire only veterans of many fights flew and fought that way, Jaya then gasped, still flying. “Oh my god it has to be her!” She spoke sort of to herself, realising she’d heard stories of a trill pilot callsign Scylla who fought in the Dominion War.

Jaya wasted no time in getting back on task and began moving in so they could attack as not only their escorts flight leader but a group of Klingon fighters swooped in and started hitting the Borg with all they had, meanwhile the fighter that had KO’d the K’Vort class BOP swooped in, it’s pilot calling out on the comms as the fighter unleashed its own piece of hell on the enemy target. “Well that one doesn’t waste time…” She says, looking about to see if everyone’s ok. “Did we lose anyone!?”

[ LTJg. Sephiria “Scylla” Arn | Cockpit of the Mk.I Valravn Wolf 10 | Azur Nebula near Borg Aperture]

The launch had gone Smoothly, their systems were all green and she followed the flight leader of their little ensemble as they circled around and slid into position around the departing Allegiant. “Wolf 10 is on station Flight Leader.” She intoned once in position, through the teams secondary circuits, at a pleasant accompaniment level, music is heard, Orion by Metallica.

Whiteout chuckled from the back seat. “Your fascination with archaic Earth music is an intriguing facet of you yanno? " He said in a calm, friendly tone as he scanned his sensor readouts. “Whoooo boy… is that what I think it is over there?” He said, checking the sensors again. “Yep, got the Klinks on sensors… they haven’t noticed our flight yet it seems.”  Sephiria nodded as they continued to approach.

The pilot of the Allegiant was maneuvering her craft around the debris in fluid motions, showing a lot of skill in such a debris laden area, on top of that she had been flying in a way that made it relatively easy for them to actually follow the Allegiants movements, something she was definitely grateful about. “That kid on the stick for the Allegiant, What’s her name again? Ensign Thorne?” Whiteout chuckled, nodding in the back seat. “Yeah, Ensign Jaya Thorne, actually just passed the officer tests according to her records, was a petty officer before.” Scylla smirked, following the Allegiant and kept her position in the formation with ease. “I hear she’s a bit crazy at the helm if in a fight too.” She said, smiling as the wolves listened now to “Flight of the Silverbird” By Two Steps from Hell.

As they proceeded they got close yes and then things started going to shit, the Allegiant got caught in a tractor beam, the two bottom birds of the box went at it because just then a Klingon BOP started heading their way. “Oh for the love of!”  She was about to key her mic when Meerkat's call came in. “Meerkat we got the Klinks in that Bird of Prey! Do your thing and ill deal with the K’Vort!”

Just then the music changed on the channel to “Its my turn to Fly” by The Verve, as the harder charging music came on, Scylla angled her bird and her scans revealed it was full of Borg and being assimilated. “Oh shit they’re assimilated, if not entirely, soon they will be!” She barked out. Dodging fire from the BOP. “Damnit, no choice!” She banked her fighter around, locking phasers and torpedoes. “WOLF 10 FIRING!” She called out, loosing a torrent of phaser canon fire and a swarm of micro-torpedoes from her fighters internal ordnance bays. As she fired, she called out in Klingon. “HEGH BATLH! GHOS STO-VO-KOR!” (Basically: Die Honorably, go to Sto-vo-kor, I think)

The stricken Bird of Prey’s hull buckled and cracked, warping as energy bursts surge through and around it, gases ejecting violently and igniting incandescently, wings twisting and splitting as explosions surged out through the breaks and splits, a massive rolling fireball of molten metal gasses and incandescent energy fallout surges out, consuming what little is left of the shot down BOP along with a fair number of Assimilated Klingon warriors, Borg Drones and trapped Klingon warriors. Sephiria moved her bird back towards the Allegiant to continue helping them get to the target. “Target down, next!” Was all Sephiria said, having taken the target out rapidly after realizing what was going on aboard the BOP.

She then banked her bird and went full thrust, catching up with the others and noticed some Klingon fighters were joining in. She keyed her mic as the Allegiant closed in with the target, firing at it, the helmsman onboard seemed to have balls of steel and was following the fighters in, matching them shot for shot on the target. “WOLF 10 Joining in on the attack, target locked and FIRING!” That’s when all holy hell was unleashed in the form of the heavyest series of attacks a Valravn armed like her's could produce, unleashing her own piece of hell on the Borg target. “YEEEEEEEHAW!” Called out Whiteout as they unleashed their barrage.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Auctor Lucan on February 14, 2019, 01:24:47 AM
[ High Chancellor Martok, son of Urthog | Bridge | Negh'Var battleship IKS Negh'Var | Azure Nebula ] Attn: @BZ
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While Zyrao Natauna spoke, in a live hail on the bride of the IKS Negh'Var, Martok debated if it was the right time to listen, even though he'd asked her to tell her piece. Zy kept it short, but while she spoke - her Klingon flawless - Martok also had to coordinate the efforts of his ship. At the times when she paused during her brief account of events, he used the opportunity to deal out orders to his bridge crew. Through it all, he weighed what she said, and while he trusted her more than anyone on the Theurgy, her story corroborated with the words of the one named Wenn Cinn.

"nuqjatlh? So you are telling me that the Theurgy's claims are no lies?" he snarled, this being quite a lot to accept even when not under fire and distracted by an enemy such as the Borg, "That Imperial Intelligence caused Drex to act, and brought his death upon himself and his crew, because of some hidden defensive system on that moon? The Bajoran Commander, he also spoke of parasites, and Starfleet Command being infected, resembling the Changelings in their way of operation. I take it you support this claim as well?"

In asking this, Martok thought of his very recent experience with N'Garen, and how there was no explaining how she'd defied death and tried to have the crew assimilated. He had trusted his weapons officer implicitly... but what if it wasn't really her? He could accept that as the truth. He had known Jien Ives during the Dominion War as well, and that was no Romulan defector. Yet could he swallow all that had been said, even if it was Zy over there, making sense of things? He saw how she was threatened by boarders, and he was too busy to talk, so he needed to make a decision. Ultimately, it was a matter of gaining comrades in arms or dividing his forces between the Borg and the Theurgy. Regardless the possible guilt of the Chameloid Captain, there was no time for it.

He pursed his lips to speak, but his ship was suddenly shaking, and he gripped his arm rest.

"Chancellor! The cube, it has caught us!" shouted N'Garen's replacements, his braided hair settling over his shoulders after he rounded on Martok. "Our shields are failing!"

"I have heard you, Zyrao, and I will honour your word," said Martok, ending the conversation. "If we won't drink bloodwine to celebrate victory here, we'll toast in Sto-Vo-Kor! Heghlu’meH QaQ jajvam!"

Indeed, perhaps death was imminent, caught in a Borg tractor beam as his ship was, but Martok would fight nonetheless. He cut the feed from the ship called 'Allegiant', and addressed his bridge crew. "For the honour of the Empire! wo’ batlhvaD!"

[ Lieutenant Commander Jennifer Dewitt | USS Allegiant | Launching From the USS Theurgy ]
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Lowering her phaser, Dewitt's heart was racing, and tresses of red hair hung before her green eyes. Focus, Jennifer!

Jaya Thorne's words came to her, asking if they lost anyone. That prompted a look around the bridge, and while Six was down, and Zy had left, Izar Bila was retching, and Eboh... "Oh, no," she breathed, seeing what had happened to the half-blood El-Aurian. With a glance towards the viewscreen, seeing how Jaya was back en route to the Cayuga, Dewitt crouched down next to the dark-skinned man, seeing how while he'd been assimilated, he didn't look like those she'd seen during the Battle of Sector 001, where she'd served as Chief Tactical Officer on the USS Rapier. He remained... coherent, if scared. It has to be the vaccine.

"Chief Petty Officer, can you hear me?" she asked, even as she heard the sliding doors behind her, and a glance told her that Varder Ridun had arrived. "I need you back at your station, but I will restrain you to your seat in case the vaccine is not effective enough. You'll be fine, just breathe. Take it easy. We'll get back to sickbay as soon as possible, you hear? Varder! Help me get Eboh back in his chair. I'll seal the safety belts around him."

Then, once it was done, she looked at the Cardassian and Bajoran hybrid. "I need your eyes on the sensors, not on the deck, Lieutenant Izar. Get a grip, and tell me what's out there!" she said, not affording to be sympathetic in the dire situation. With Zy gone, she had no one to take Izar's place. "Yukimura! Report!"

"Shields are at 12%, regenerating, Captain. The fighter escort is gone, but I can spot two of them engaging the Borg cube. We're effectively alone, and we still have one drone in Engineering. Petty Officer Benmual is there, but Sithick may have fallen. Internal sensors are unclear on his vitals."

"Varder! Go down there, now!" Dewitt ordered, and sat down in her seat again, her phaser still in hand - heart beating in her ears but her eyes sharp. She kept herself from cursing the jockeys and their daring antics. "Allegiant to Fighter Escort Lead, we're resuming our flight to the Cayuga. Fall back in formation."

"Captain! It appears the Borg cube's adaptive shield matrix has been rendered ineffective! The Klingon ships, they are peeling off it's outer layers. The IKS Negh'Var was almost compromised, but now it is leading a full on assault!"

Dewitt weighed her options. She knew what she had to do, regardless the odds. "Fighter Escort Lead... belay that order. We'll come to you instead."

"Jennifer," said Masuda, the breach in protocol of using her first name a testament to her former First Officer's consternation.

"Helm, engage the Borg cube. Any attack patterns you see fit, then resume course towards the Cayuga. Izar, keep your eye out for surprises, and any sirillium we can use. Eboh, we really could use more power to shield regeneration. Mister Yukimura, weapons free. Have at it!"

There was no telling if they would get another opportunity like this to deal damage to the cube. Dewitt had no choice, since defending the Cayuga and the Theurgy meant dealing with the cube, even if that thing seemed nigh indestructible.


OOC: Check the thread Space Trash Rampage, and how your White Wolves' old squadmate Devyrie 'Dragon' Okhala has arrived to the battle, flying the Theurgy's last remaining Reaver. You'll notice that she can't hear anyone, but she also spots the shields of the cube being down, spreading the word. The IKS Negh'Var was caught in a tractor beam for a short while, before Trent's Soup Sandwich virus lowered the cube's adaptive shield matrix (See CV's posts in Storm Glass). It won't last, but it's a window of opportunity, and the Klingon fleet blasted the Negh'Var free.

Here is a new set of additional Battle Objectives to illustrate in your next posts! Like before, check off one objective each, and you have full liberty in setting up details or adapting these objectives as you see fit, or come up with something else entirely. Have a look!
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Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Numen on February 14, 2019, 07:14:45 PM
[ Lt. JG Izar Bila (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Izar_Bila) | Bridge| USS Allegiant | Heading the Battlefield]
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Dewitt sent orders all over the place, without leaving a second of respite to the battered crew. A part of Bila knew that it was his duty, they did not have a second to waste. Still, dizzy and nauseated as he was, he would have appreciated a few seconds to recompose himself.  While Commander Dewitt and the bajoran PO dragged Eboh to his chair and restrained him to it, Izar tried to wipe his face with the uniform sleeve. In doing so he rubbed the wound of his head and the sudden pain made him feel sick another time. He leaned forward, both hands on the side of the console. Surely he was livid, grayer than ever. He noted how cold sweat beaded his hairline. The blood kept flowing from that wound that he wasn't able to find and still couldn't open his left eye. For better or for worse, he felt that part of his face became swollen and numb, so his biggest problem was to keep his stomach under control. And that the bridge to stop spinning once and for all.


With unsteady steps, he approached the door that led to the corridor and retrieved his briefcase and staggered back to the Chief's station. "Hey, Igor, let me check how are you" he said with all the compassion he was able to muster in his voice. Izar knew that he probably was the last person Eboh wanted to see at that time, but Bila had to monitor the spread of the nanoprobes. Not only for the El-Aurian hybrid sake, but for that of all the bridge crew. Also, if he let himself be carried away by his inner scientist, this was a unvaluable situation. After all, the vaccine had only been tested under laboratory parameters, never in a live speciment. The knowledge he could get from Eboh was invaluable and could save many lives later. Although obviously he didn't say it out loud. No one enjoyed being a lab rat.


The chemist opened the case's clasps and extracted the modified tricorder. After a quick scan, he was able to determine the speed at which the infection spread through the patient system. The half-cardassian's eyes darkened at the sight of the data, but his worried expression disappeared from his features as quickly as it had appeared. He couldn't let Eboh know. "I've to thank you for what you have done for me, Chief Petty Officer..." he said quietly as he returned the device to the briefcase and exchanged it for a hypospray. This one contained the last inoculation doses, aside from the lab cultures. He knew that the gesture was practically useless, more symbolic that something else. But it could give Eboh some hope. And that was almost as important than a cure. He need to keep his mind in the right place.


"I'll give you a new vaccine dosage, it'll allow you to keep your mind clear a bit longer than planned." He slowly explained carefully sluring his words, his voice calm and without the mischievious tone that used to govern his interactions with the Chief. He applied the hypospray on the hybrid's thick neck. The device hissed quietly as it introduced the silver fluid into the CPO system. "Did you remember the ORE?" He asked softly. "I've finnish it. Ekon, it really works, I promise. I know you don't trust me so much, but that doesn't mean that my words aren't true in this regard. You helped me to assemble it,  so you know better than anyone else that my calculations were solid. One of the best xenobiologist I have ever met has helped me adjust it. It really works." He reassured the sturdier man. "There is a cure waiting for you in the Theurgy, I swear it by the Prophets' name. You wont be part of the Collective." Izar promised, holding a hand to the d'ja pagh that adorned his right ear. "I owe you this," he whispered.


Regardless the dark-skinned man answer, Bila closed the briefcase and staggered to the console that Zyrao Natsuma had occupied until a few moments ago. When he sank heavily into the chair, another attack of retching raised up in his throat. He swallowed heavily, trying to keep it on check. His whole body screamed him that he need some rest. Blood dripped down the thin line of scales that adorned his neck. But he couldn't do it. He cannot take a break. There was a lot of work to do. Bila's hands moved across the screen, leaving faint brown lines in their wake.


"There are several Sirillium patches close to the Cube, the densest ones are out of our reach due to the battlefield debris, but the fighters can reach them." Bila narrowed his only healthy eye and began to recite the coordinates. "The most dangerous to the Borg are at 121-mark-7, 90-mark-345 and 81-mark-40, every one of them out of our path."  He tapped on the screen several times again, until another cluster appeared on the display, half hidden until that moment. "There is a big sirillium cluster in 269-mark-032, and maybe we could reach it in with a slight course variation. It's close to the remains of a D12-class, hidden by the vessel main body. The core seems still intact, so a detonation in the hull or the cluster can cause a chain reaction that ..." Bila didn't finish the sentence.


His screen flickered. Weird symbols replaced part of the sensor readings. "Ma'am! Our system has been compromised by a borg virus, I'm losing the sensors feed. <FUCK!!!> " Bila barked, desperately typing to raise every firewall. The infection spread through the system quickly and Bila struggled to type as fast as he could, trying to contain the infectious tide that threatened to collapse the entire network. Finally, he only had one option left. It consisted on turning off sections of the ship's logic core, they would lose some systems, but the integrity of the ship would remain intact, as far as possible. He didn't know how long he would be able to kept the virus on check, he wasn't a hacker, nor an IT expert, but it would have to work for now. It was also a mere patch, but is better than nothing.


"I've managed to contain the virus, Commander, but we have lost 15% of the capacity of our central computer and it could destroy our firewalls at any moment if we don't purgue the full system and reset the core computer. One of the starboard's sensors arrays is compromised and can't be used any longer. We've lost part of the internal sensors in the quarters, the readings must be contrasted with a visual checking or discard them all." He said, while the system failures' report began to blink in red on his screen. Possibly new errors would appear as the firewalls began to fall, but Bila sent the current status and prospections to the captain's chair PADD. It seemed that the Prophets wanted to make things difficult for them that day.



OOC: Use the sirillium clusters at your leisure!
Objective 9, done!
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Fife on February 14, 2019, 07:57:38 PM
[ CPO Ekon Okotie-Eboh | USS Allegiant | Launching from USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan @Numen @Masorin @Jm Von Cat @Firefox013 @Nolan @BZ @patches @Vox @The Ostrich
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Eboh was only vaguely aware of what was going in the Allegiant’s bridge around him. The blue light of a transporter beam, the calls of those present on the bridge as they fought to maintain control of the ship. The horrible sound of someone else vomiting on the deck plating.

It all sounded muffled, distant.

Fear still gripped him, coursing through his veins alongside the nanoprobes the Borg drone had injected into his system. His eyes bulged, the whites of those wide eyes showing clearly in stark contrast to the dark skin of his face. His jaw clenched as he fought the urge to retch again. This can’t… be happening… Eboh tried to rise, but found himself unable to move, shock and fear having rooted him firmly in place. Eboh had never been once to freeze during a crisis, but then he had never been assimilated before. Memories seemed to play out before his eyes…

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He saw himself back on the Cayuga during the Borg attack. Lieutenant Mason, the Cayuga’s Chief of operations, had just been injected with nanoprobes from a drone boarding party.

 "Don't... let me turn... Chief..." Lieutenant Mason choked the words out, eyes imploring Ekon to action even as the Lieutenant seemed to convulse again, "That's... an order." A metallic spike emerged from Mason's cheekbone and spread like a spider's legs, taking on the appearance of a steel star adorning the Chief Operations Officer's face. Ekon's hand shook as he raised the phaser and took aim at the Lieutenant's center of mass.

"I am sorry, Mason." Ekon told the Lieutenant softly. Ekon's jaw clenched, his gut clenched, and he had to fight to stop his eyes from clenching shut and he fired the phaser into his commanding officer's... no, his friend's chest. Mason seemed to fall in slow motion, and Ekon's eyes remained locked on his friend's form as the body hit the floor. As if in a final act of mockery, another piece of Borg machinery emerged from Mason's eye, expanding to form an ocular covering.

His eyes drifted to his phaser, which was lying on the deck plating not far ahead of him. He must have dropped it when he had fallen to the floor. Another memory played out in his mind’s eye, this one older.

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He was on the Saratoga, a PO1 at the time. The ship had rocked violently as the Borg’s cutting beam had torn swaths from the Saratoga’s hull, causing Eboh and Crewman Nielsen to stumble as they carried a civilian to the escape pods, the transporters being rendered inoperable by the Borg attack. As they moved through a junction in the corridor, Eboh saw a drone grab a security officer further along the corridor, it’s hand moving to his neck. The tubules extended, and the man shuddered as the deadly nanoprobes were injected into his bloodstream. Eboh and Nielsen had stopped as they watched the horror unfold before them. The security officer fell to the deck, eyes wide with terror. The drone turned towards them and began it’s slow advance.

Behind the drone, Eboh saw the security officer reach for his fallen phaser, raising it to his head as a metal spike erupted from the skin of his face, just below his left eyes. The man’s hands shook as he raised the weapon, turning it to place the muzzle against his own chest.

“Nielsen, this way!” Eboh called, pulling the wounded civilian and Nielsen down the corridor to their left, away from the drone and the security member currently undergoing assimilation. He heard the phaser shot as they hurried away, the sound seeming to echo in his head…

Chief Eboh’s eyes stared at the weapon on the deck of the Allegiant’s bridge, seeing a way to prevent his own turning, but he continued to find himself unable to move his limbs. Fixated on the phaser, he failed to notice Dewitt crouch down beside him.

”Chief Petty Officer, can you hear me?”

Dewitt’s voice. The words, spoken so close, seemed to pull him back to reality. He found himself unable to speak, his throat parched. Eboh turned his head towards the sound, his dark eyes moving to regard the woman with the vibrant red hair crouching next to him. After a moment, Eboh nodded to the Captain and let out a shuddering breath. ”Yes…” he croaked, his voice sounding strangled.

”I need you back at your station, but I will restrain you to your seat in case the vaccine is not effective enough.” She told him, ”You’ll be fine, just breathe. Take it easy. We’ll get you to sickbay as soon as possible, you hear?”

Eboh’s mind fought to focus on the words, on the Captain’s voice. Listening help focus. ”Yes, ma’am.” Eboh acknowledged, his voice sounding less choked this time. As Varder and the Captain took hold of him, Eboh forced his legs into motion and rose with their assistance. He staggered slightly as they made their way to the Ops console, and likely would have fallen if not for the two officer’s steadying him. As they got him into his seat and the Captain activated the restraints, Eboh reached out and placed a hand on her arm. ”Captain…” he said, speaking softly, his eyes meeting hers. ”If I begin to turn…” dark eyes bored into green, forceful and insistent, ”do not hesitate.” His eyes remained locked on her for a moment longer before he looked away.

Eboh turned back to his console then, taking a deep breath to steady himself and focus his mind. He wasn’t dead yet, and had a duty to the crew. Was it his imagination, or could he feel things moving inside him, just beneath the skin? The thought caused goosebumps to rise all across his flesh, the hair on the back on his neck standing on end. No, he was imagining it, wasn’t he? Eboh focused his attention on his console, his fingers moving across it’s surface as he got to work on the sensors and tried not to imagine he could hear the call of the collective in the back of his mind.

Dewitt called out for ore power to shield regeneration, and Eboh leap into action. ”Aye, ma’am!” He called, his voice sounding more steady as he focused on the task, ”Re-routing power from non-essential systems to shield regeneration. Sealing off science lab, guest quarters, crew quarters, mess hall and cargo bay one. Rerouting power from life support in those sections to shields.”

Lieutenant Izar approached him then, the man’s grey face covered in congealing brown blood from a wound to his head. Eboh spared the half-cardie only a quick glance as he listened to what the man said, all the while redirecting power from various systems to bolster their shields. He felt the hypospray against his neck, his skin crawling at the sensation of yet more things being injected into his bloodstream. He shuddered slightly as Izar withdrew the hypospray. ”Thank you, sir.” Eboh said, speaking softly. It was rare for him to speak to the half Cardassian without sarcasm or the use of derogatory nicknames, but in that moment Eboh knew that the scientist was trying to help him, without his usual snark or malice, and Eboh appreciated the slight glimmer of hope the man offered. Izar mentioned the ORE back on the Theurgy, and Eboh realized there may be some hope after all. If Izar had truly finished the emitter, and if it truly worked, there was hope.

If Eboh survived long enough to reach it.

Eboh turned to look at the scientist again as the man swore by the prophets that Eboh would not be part of the collective. Eboh’s eyes drifted to the phaser which still lay on the deck, vowing that those words would be true, one way or another. Eboh nodded his thanks to Izar as the man took up his briefcase again and moved off to take up position at the COMMs console, then moved to turn his attention back to his own work. It was then that Eboh gaze fell on the fallen drones that still lay on the deck of the bridge, a thought occurring to him. He turned his attention back to the console, running a scan of the Allegiant for any drone signatures. ”Captain, I’m detecting six drones still aboard, five of them are down. One is still active in engineering.” Eboh reported. ”Locking transporters onto the drone signatures.” He worked quickly, his fingers moving across the console with practiced precision to lock onto the signatures with the transporter, ”I’ve got five. I am unable to lock onto the remaining drone in engineering. Energizing.”

Blue light shimmered as transporter beams engulfed the two remaining fallen drones on the bridge, as well as those elsewhere in the ship. The drones disappeared, the transporter depositing them off in the debris field away from the ship.

Eboh heard Izar’s report stating sensors were compromised and quickly ran a check of his own to confirm the man’s findings. ”Confirmed. Starboard sensor arrays are inoperable.” Eboh reported as he punched in new commands at his console, ”locking out computer access to sealed off areas. If any drones beam in, we can’t have them accessing the computer while we’re blind.”

That done, Eboh turned his chair to face the Captain. ”Captian,” Eboh began, his eyes glancing at the one remaining drone on the bridge. The still form of Six still lay on the deck where she had fallen, and Eboh had no idea if she remained a threat. ”Ensign Six. She may still be a threat.” Mentally, he added And you’ve got enough to worry about with me on the bridge at this point…

Eboh reached up and scratched his left arm as he waited for the Captains answer, trying desperately not to think about the fact that the itch might be caused by something building itself beneath the surface of his flesh...


OOC: Objective 8 complete!
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: BZ on February 15, 2019, 08:33:34 PM
[Zyrao Natauna |  Klingon Negotiator | Lying Out My Ass | Getting Shit Done | Dirty Work Done Right]
@Auctor Lucan @Numen @Fife

She hadn't seen Martok in a while.

While the Klingons that she had been with for a very long time were run by an idiot she had mad respect for the man that was on the screen before her.  She hadn't ever really felt that she needed a father after she lost her initial father almost two centuries ago.  However, if there was a man that she would have given the label away to it would have been the Klingon on screen.  He had always respected her despite her ridgeless forehead and he had pushed her to partner with Drex to keep him on the straight and narrow.  She felt a bit of sorrow, not for the fact that Drex was dead, but for failing at her job of keeping his stupidity at least to a liveable level.  He was listening to her and she knew at the same time commanding a Bridge of battle hungry Klingon.  So as they spoke and he gave orders she did not label him as rude only a man multi tasking something that so many males failed at spectacularly. 

There are people on the Theurgy that could take lessons from this Klingon. she thought to herself but didn't say anything, not that there was anyone to hear her at the moment.

“Correct.  There are no lies, the Theurgy is truly the good ship you told me it was when I called you about Ives.  This ship did nothing against the Klingon empire.”  He mentioned the parasites, and she sighed, she didn't really know much about it but she had heard the rumors, the rumblings, the man that was being held somewhere in the ship that was the most infected.  She assumed there were degrees getting information out of people via her normal means, proved that very few knew anything about the parasites on a whole.

“They exist.  There is a man here, former doctor, that is currently detained because of such a parasite.  It isn't easy to get information on the parasites, very few officers know anything.” she admitted with a shrug of her shoulders.  She was an expert on getting information out of people via sexual or other means.  However, she hadn't wanted to dip her fingers in the pool of blood just yet.  She still needed these people to trust her.  She would likely be here a while. 

The banging at the door was growing louder, and she shifted her eyes over to the damn door as it rattled heavily against it's casing.  She didn't have long.  Zyrao picked up her weapon, the disruptor felt good in her hand again, and she didn't give a shit what people thought about it.  She had used this weapon for a long time and when you were fighting a war against the assholes of the universe you didn't chose that moment to pick up a weapon you'd never used before.  She pointed it at the door, ready to laser the first Borg that came through only, suddenly, silence.  She rose her brow, not sure what had happened with all of that, and where the Borg that had been on the other side of the door had gone but she would enjoy the reprieve while she could get it.

She looked back to the screen to see Martok moving and shifting in his seat.  She heard the words that they were caught by the Borg, and she knew that they didn't have the kind of time that they wished that they did.  They had hurry.  The  Theurgy and the Klingon were in trouble.  The Allegiant was no better and Zyrao really did not wish to die at this point in her life.  I've lived too long to die because I came full circle.

He had heard her.  Her eyes bore into his waiting for an answer.  She gave a nod, and quick repeated the Klingon phrase to him. “Heghlu'meH QaQ jajvam” she said quickly and nodded her head in respect for the man on the screen for a moment before the screen went dead and she stood for a moment in the middle of the room to take a deep breath.  It was quiet, too quiet, and that worried her.  The Borg were never the sort to give up early, but she knew that they were going to need her back on the Bridge.  So she made for the door shoving her PADD in her pocket as she stepped out.  The Bridge was still in full swing, though it seemed that the assailants that had been on the Bridge when she left to talk to Martok were now gone.

Dewitt and the others were getting Eboh back into his chair talking to him as though he had been taken.  All of a sudden, every cell in Zyrao's body went cold.  The kind of cold that gave a shiver from within that no amount of warmth would easily get rid of.  She swallowed, he was the only one that she had spoken to about her home land.  Their home land.  It was so rare to find someone that was actually from her planet, and yet here was someone... half El-Aurian, and he was going to be taken.  Bila grabbed something out of a kit and injected the man, they got him in his chair and he was responsive. 

I hope your shit works Bila, I'd hate to have to kill you for your failure.  There was an odd sort of kinsmanship that had developed within her.  That was her person, form her people, one of the few of her legacy.  He was not of her own blood and loins but he was hers.  He would be hers because he was El-Aurian, however minute the blood that flowed through his body was of her own... he was of her own.  He was part of her and she did not want to see another go down.  Not  to the Borg.  Not to these asshole mother fuckers.

Grey eyes shifted to find Dewitt in her center seat barking our orders as per a Captain standard.  I knew I supported her for a reason.  Cooly, Zyrao leisurely, despite the intensity of the atmosphere, made her way over to where Dewitt sat in her seat.  She lowered herself down squatting beside the chair so that she and Dewitt could have a quick chit chat about Martok.

“I have him on my side.  There was little time to talk, the Klingon ship is being attacked and currently trapped in their beam.  But he's on our side, he will fight with us.  I will tell you what was said later, but .. for now, we have back up.” she gave the woman a warm wink before she stood up to her full height.  Twisting her body, her heels bit into the deck plating and she quickly headed for the console where Bila was sitting.  The Bajoran was spouting shit about sirillium and looking for deposits, not to mention that some of the arrays were offline and on top of that the computer was deficient because of a virus that was likely because of the Borg.

Now it was go time.

Death time.

It was time to  make sure that every mother fucking Borg that was on the Cube fried to the point where they were useless space chips.  She wanted to turn them against themselves.  I'm no hacker, but I will do what I can to boost us.  She tapped Bila, and motioned for him to move.  “I'm got it.”

Once the Bajoran moved she lowered herself down into her seat and began to look at the dregs of her sensors and shit that she had left to give her a full view picture of what was going on.  “Captain, if we draw the attention of the Cube and it releases the Klingon they can help us.” she told Dewitt now that she had them on the Federation side they needed to make use of them as best as possible.  Her eyes flickered to Eboh.

Don't you drone on me, I will fucking kill you in a heart beat and your buddy Bila is next if his fancy Borg vaccine didn't work.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: The Ostrich on February 16, 2019, 11:24:09 AM
[ Ltjg Jhozahosh “Blizzard” sh’Avhennes | Wolf-12 | Debris Field | Azure Nebula ] Attn: @Vox @Triage @Auctor Lucan @Everyone else

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Jhozahosh was relieved to see Wraith wave back at her as she pulled alongside his fighter. It didn’t take long for him to respond to her, his voice slightly distorted by static, from his end or hers, Jhoza was unsure.

"Blizzzzzzard it's good to seeeee y-y-you. I have a few issuezzzz but right now my RIO is injured a-a-a-and I need to get hhhiiim back to the ship ASAP but my zzzzensorzzz can't pick up either the Theurgy or the Allegiiiiant, could be interferenzzze froooom the debrizzzz or annnother system on my biiiiiird that's not currently working the waaaayyy it should, I could use an ezzzzcort."

”I copy you Wraith, I have Theurgy on three-three-four mark oh-two-oh. I’ll take point and lead you in.”

She increased the speed of her craft taking position in front of Wraith, just as she had promised. As she led Wolf-11 back toward their mothership, she saw the rest of their flight, and several Klingon vessels launching a strike against the imposing Borg cube. She gave a fierce grin as she watched explosions blossoming across the surface of the cube. She wished she had the time to watch her brothers and sisters in arms in their attack, however right now it was more pressing that she watch her flight path, and avoid the debris tumbling across her route to the ship. Thankfully, Trixie was able to give her a running commentary on other parts of the battle while operating her systems. Very quickly the human woman noticed something else on the battlefield.

”Hey Blizzard, I’m reading approaching warp signatures...no, strike that, the reading is unclear, but six or seven Klingon warships just dropped out of warp, I can’t make out their classes through the interference of the Nebula, one-one-nine mark one-six-four.”

”I hear you Trixie, mark them as friendly. Reroute auxiliary power to thrusters, some of these pieces of debris are getting closer to us than I’m liking.”

Trixie said nothing, but a moment later Jhoza noticed the requested boost in power diverted to the thrusters. Theurgy was on the move too, and the two Valravn’s were playing a game of chase through the debris field. Jhoza cursed under her breath, they would never catch the dreadnaught at this rate.

”Trixie, contact Theurgy fighter control, and make sure Wraith can hear the transmission too.” Once the channel was open Jhoza spoke again ”This is Wolf-12, callsign Blizzard. Wolf-11 has a damaged fighter and injured RIO, please respond, and prepare to receive him. We are following your wake and await your signal”
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Auctor Lucan on February 17, 2019, 12:31:38 AM
OOC Notice: Since the question has come up, I feel I have to clarify time passing here in No Milk Run as opposed to Chapter 05: BotA. They are not concurrent, because in BotA, not only is Soup Sandwich in effect (Borg shield matrix down). In BotA, the Queen has adapted to Soup Sandwhich, destroyed many Klingon ships, fired upon the Theurgy and then, the Versant arrived. No Milk Runs is only when Soup Sandwich is in effect, the rest coming in later. After I post next here in No Milk Run, the rest of the development will be covered, with new Objectives etc. :)
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Nolan on February 19, 2019, 03:34:28 PM
[ PO2 Kythalie Benmual | Warp Core | USS Allegiant ]
  @Masorin  @Auctor Lucan   @Jm Von Cat 

The doors of the engineering bay opened up as Benmual prepared herself for the carnage inside. She was too late to save the late crewman Russel Rodriguez as he was hanging in the air by the Borg drone's arm. Banmual was just in time to see the poor engineer drop to the ground as the nanites spread to his body. Crewman Rel tried to engage the drone before it could make any connection to the console. There was no sight of PO Sithick at this point and Kythalie simply watched Rel dispatch the remaining drone.

She nodded at Rel and told him to go look on Rodriquez as she tapped her badge "Benmual for Bridge, Crewman Rodriquez is down, injected with Nanites. How do I proceed?" she asked as she moved further into the room and looked at the downed Gorn "I've also  found PO Sithick, I might need a hand to help him out of here. Over." She wasn't sure if she could just leave the infected crewman unattended with crewman Rel. What if the inoculation of Izar would only work for so long and the man would turn on his former crewman? She couldn't just walk out of here.

She hoped Varder would get here soon so they could deal with things, yet for now she had to tend to the big lizard laying in front of her. She swung her rifle over her shoulder, tapping and shaking the Gorn by his shoulders "Sithick. SITHICK! Wake up! We need to get you to medical!" she called out to him. She attempted to lift him up with the use of her exosuit, yet the suit could only work with her for so much.

There was no other option but to wait for Varder as she called out to Rel "How is Rodriquez?"
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Masorin on February 20, 2019, 07:15:03 AM
PO2 Sithick (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Sithick) | Engineering | USS Allegiant ] attn: @Auctor Lucan @Firefox013 @Fife  @Jm Von Cat @patches @Vox @The Ostrich @Numen  @Nolan
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Sithick felt his body burn. He could smell his flesh tick away smelling faintly of salted, slightly overcooked meat, frankly he found the smell delicious but the pain was Nauseating. He closed his eyes, the shouting of the engineering bay was more distant when he closed his eyes, he could hear things going on, but couldn't focus on any one direct sense. He was glad that the metal creature had fallen away from his body, he didn't want to be crushed.

He was warm, or was he cold? he couldn't really tell, his tongue lolled for a moment, tasting the air, there was a lot of salt in the air, he could taste blood, was it his? He hadn't had Gorn in a long time, couldn't remember the direct taste of it, the war was a long time ago. When had he eaten last? what had he eaten? he couldn't remember, but he knew this taste, it was blood. Was it his blood?

His body was pushed, an arm was tugged, someone was calling his name, he opened a yellow eye, he saw a woman? One wearing metal. He could smell her better than he could see her, and she was calling his name. He groaned, trying to affirm that he was alive, but he gurgled slightly. His lips rumbled out something, the translator would take care of it. Except he didn't hear the familiar voice of his translator responding to his growls, the device was damaged. He moved a claw, it was heavy, he struggled to lift it, had he always been that heavy? he tried to push her away. His claw landed somewhere on her body, but his push was limp, no energy to fight her. He couldn't turn over, the pain was too much.

His eyes closed, he was tired, he wanted to eat, he was hungry. Where had this taste in his mouth came from? it reminded him of his youth. There was a lot of blood in his youth, that was why he recognized the taste of Gorn, it hadn't been his favorite, but he had been hungry.

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After narrowly escaping with his own life  Doctor Hernandez thanks to the efforts of Vader he had been saved, and was gathering up his supplies in his medical bay. He didn't know exactly how many crew injuries he was going to have to attend too, but the first report came rolling in, and the human doctor now had to deal with something he had dreaded every time he got the alert.

Gorn Physiology was not exactly common knowledge, but Hernandez was from Black Opal and worked with Sithick for the better part of two years, he was basically an expert. Still it would be difficult to operate on Sithick on a good day, today was not a good day. The doctor gathered up as much of a triage kit as he could handle at the moment and hurried out the door on his way to the engineering bay.

He arrived after the drone threat had been dealt with for the moment, a small mercy in his book. Kythalie was trying to move the large creature, and Sithick seemed out of it. He walked in, and set his bag down, starting to go through it grabbing the medical tricorder. "I'll need your help for a moment stay with me." He said to Kythalie.

"Careful of his jaw line Sithick has an automated reflex to bite down on things that get too close." The doctor didn't seem too phased and held up his hand pulling back his shirt to reveal a deep scar that looked like teeth marks showing the scars as he put on gloves and grabbed a medical tricorder. "He got me once after he tripped a plasma conduit. Risk of the job, hold him down for me?"

He started to ready a hypo spray, as he expected Petty Officer Benmual to hold down one of his arms.  He pulled back the burnt uniform to reveal plasma burns along Sithick's right ribs, lascerations, and a terring in his scales done by force. "Okay big guy, this will help you sleep so I can get to work, I know you don't like Hypo's I remember. That's why she's gonna do it." He handed Benmual the hypo spray and gestured towards Sithick's neck.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Jm Von Cat on February 20, 2019, 10:01:11 AM
[ PO1 Varder Ridun (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Varder_Ridun) | Bridge > Warp Core | Deck 01 | USS Allegiant ] @Auctor Lucan @Masorin @Fife @Nolan @Numen  
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As the doors of the security checkpoint slid open to reveal the bridge to Varder's eyes a sight of near chaos met him.
Ensign Six, downed on the bridge. Her position suggesting she had been tossed aside.
A pair of Borg drones, disabled and strewn across the floor.
Chief Petty Officer Eboh.. even from where Varder stood he could see the signs of assimilation, a concerning reality.

All of that in a moment as he swept his gaze and rifle over the bridge, checking in brief moments that the place was indeed clear. As his rifle lowered the captain called.
"...Varder! Help me get Eboh back in his chair. I'll seal the safety belts around him."
And he moved to comply, stepping forward at a brisque pace. His rifle being carefully laid down and exchanged for the El-Aurian and aid in hefting the man into his seat, then gently, perhaps surprisingly so holding the man up whilst he was strapped down.
It all took but a few moments. Then the Bajoran reclaimed his rifle and stood to watch over the bridge, listening to the back and forth and awaiting instruction.

He knew his delay in arriving at the bridge had saved a life, but had he simply traded one for another? Time would tell and Varder hoped it would be kind this day.

As he listened to the bridge chatter he heard Yukimura's report, accompanied soon after by his new tasking.

"Aye Captain!"

And he was back out the door at a rapid pace, spotting the doctor with his kit ready to head down and briskly moving ahead of him in the manner of an escort. Down the stairs, then along the corridor to the core. His footsteps heavy and metallic due to the suit he wore, sounding to his ears as if a borg were moving. An unnerving thought in the moment.

Once within the room he quickly stepped aside from the door, allowing the doctor through. The room was clear.. the borg down, but Rodriquez was in bad shape. Much the same as Eboh on the bridge...
Benmual had already requested instructions on the matter, all Varder could do was keep station and watch. It would not do to crowd Sithick and the Doctor, nor could he ignore the assimilated crewman or the seemingly disabled borg.

On that thought the words that chased him out came to mind.

Beaming the borg off the ship, words to that effect had hung in the air as Varder left the bridge. As he moved to the core he had born witness to one's removal in a beam of light. All he had to do was ask.

"Varder to Ebo, the drone is neutralized. Transportation off ship should now be possible."
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Firefox013 on February 21, 2019, 03:47:22 AM
[ Ens. Jaya Thorne | Bridge of the USS Allegiant | Azur Nebula near Borg Aperture]

Jaya managed to keep control of the Allegiant as they formed up with their fighters, lining them up. “I’ve got us on course again ma’am!” She said, she felt bad about Eboh and Six but this was definitely not the time for her to be preoccupied with anything but getting their collective rear-ends out of there as alive as she could. With renewed determination the young woman smacked her safety harness’s trigger the belts deploying over her and locking in place, keeping her in her seat more securely.

She heard the order and banked the Allegiant over, tapping in the tactical system. “All right, here we go ma’am!” She hit max throttle, the scout ship lurching over and barrel rolling through the debris of various craft Borg and Klingon only so far. That could change real fast. “Masuda sir! Lock on, pattern Thorne Xray one one seven!” She stated, naming an X patterned crisscross attack she’d programmed into the Allegiant a while back.  Masuda nodded, tapping his controls. “On it Ensign, get us in range!” Was his reply.

Immediately after they entered weapons range and the Allegiant's fairly powerful armaments, specially for a scout type vessel, began unleashing hell on the Borg cube along side the 4 fighters that were her supposed escorts. A Swarm of Quantum ands Photon torpedoes on top of heavy phaser weapon fire crisscrossed onto the Borg Cubes Hull.

The Allegiant's own torpedoes and phaser weaponry fire was added to that of the Valravn’s , causing a marked increase in attack power but only for a moment. “SHIT! I’ve lost torpedoes, and canons! Weapons compromised!” She started trying to reroute with 1 hand and fly with the other. “Damn damn damn, this is so not good!” She heard Bila speaking about a virus from the Borg and she eye-rolled. “Damn it, that’s all wee need ma’am a Borg bug in the computer, if we gotta do a full purge that means we drop dead in the water for it Commander!” She said, looking over her shoulder to Dewitt. “I am pretty sure that is a bad thing to do in a battle ma’am.” She kept moving the Allegiant as best she could, trying to keep up with what was going on.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: patches on February 21, 2019, 05:10:07 AM
[CWO3 Liliana Walton - "Meerkat" | Wolf-09 | A bar fight really went sour here ]

“Think we’re clear for now, Meerkat. The Raider that got hit before took another one from that last barrage but the others are still around.”

Liliana sighed. The Cube’s response had been predictable, but they were also precision shooters. Debris field or no, they were going to score hits on even the fighters. She found herself thinking back to the Battle of Sector 001, but that flashback was thankfully prevented by an incoming transmission from a craft she didn’t recognize but a voice she did.

“This is Dragon to all Lone Wolves. Your audibility is still zero, but did you all see that? It seems the cube's shields are down, at least for now. Razor, I suggest any available fighters concentrate fire on the cube now, over."

“Bulkhead?”

"Allegiant to Fighter Escort Lead, we're resuming our flight to the Cayuga. Fall back in formation."

“Verified. Klingons are hitting the Cube hard right now. And yes, that was Dragon.”

“Alright. Meerkat to Allegiant –“

"Fighter Escort Lead... belay that order. We'll come to you instead."

“Copy, Allegiant. Standing by to follow your lead in.”

Flying in an expanding debris field meant that even something as simple as following another ship became a somewhat complicated process. Larger starships could, in a pinch, use their deflectors to push aside much of it. Smaller craft, like Valravns and the scoutship, could only destroy or dodge. Walton managed it, though, deftly maneuvering her starfighter through it as she planned out her attack run. Scylla, thankfully, was still nearby but her sensors weren’t quite pinpointing Wraith and Blizzard was way off course.

“This is Meerkat to Wraith and Blizzard. I need you guys back in formation. What the hell are you doing?”

“Meerkat, Allegiant is coming in on an attack angle. They’ll reach weapons range in 15.”

In response, Lily adjusted her course and speed to match the scoutship’s.

“Arming cluster bombs. Might as well offload some of the micros too. Bulkhead, see if you can squeeze out some more power to shields and thrusters.”

The result of their combined attack on the Borg Cube was quite something. The Allegiant’s attack pattern was not one that Meerkat recognized immediately, but the effect was as good as any other. Her own cluster bombs bracketed the area that the scoutship bombarded before following up with as many micro-torpedoes as she could launch before having to pull away.

As she was pulling out and readying to make another run while in range, Scylla piped up with a comment about a stricken Klingon cruiser that looked to need some cover. The veteran pilot looked over the data and nodded to herself. It looked doable and Scylla was right about that being a show of good faith.

“Scylla, let’s do it. This Cube really has it out for us, though, so I’ll intercept any torpedoes headed their way while you take care of as many Borg weapons as you can.”

Lily changed course dramatically, feeling the effects of the tight turn that would put her back more directly in harm’s way. She let loose a few ECM and ECCM pods in the Allegiant’s wake as she passed over it, hoping it would give them some extra breathing room.

“Meerkat to Allegiant. Scylla and I will be assisting a Klingon cruiser nearby evacuate to another as it looks to be going critical soon. If you can adjust your course by ten degrees starboard, we can continue giving you cover while we do so.”

Hell of a time for half my flight to wander off.

“Blizzard, Meerkat. As soon as you’re done helping Wraith, I need you back with the Allegiant. And make sure Wraith knows I don’t want to see him back here until his fighter’s repaired enough to fight.”

I don’t need more pilots to mourn.

“Scylla is starting her attack run, looks like. Meerkat, we’re up. I’ve contacted the cruisers she mentioned and they’re expecting us.”

“Copy. Here we go.”

Like the last time she played with ships firing torpedoes at a ship she was supposed to protect, Meerkat placed her fighter firmly in between the Allegiant, the cruisers, and the Borg Cube as best as she could to reach as many torpedoes as she could. It was a precarious situation to put herself in, not least because the Borg were far better shots than most Starfleet tactical officers. Quite frankly, the Borg cheated by being essentially a giant network supercomputer that could calculate proper trajectories and react to multiple targets on the fly a lot better than most humanoids. The Cube was thus spitting out quite a bit of ordnance even as it was taking hits that would normally cripple smaller and less well armored ships.

“Gravimetric torpedoes incoming, pinging on your sensors.”

“Got ‘em.”

The Valravn’s phasers fired, scoring a hit on one of the torpedoes, detonating it. The others were taken out by a small sirillium gas pocket that one of her missed shots hit instead. It was a lucky shot that was rewarded by the Cube firing even more.

“Ugh. How much longer on those cruisers, Bulkhead?”

“Almost, Meerkat. Just a few more warriors.”

“Alright. Scylla, as soon as you see that the Klingon cruiser is clear, burn back to the Allegiant. Our primary mission is to make sure that scoutship survives, am I clear?”

And us as well, hopefully.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Firefox013 on February 22, 2019, 08:49:44 AM
[ LTJg. Sephiria “Scylla” Arn | Cockpit of the Mk.I Valravn Wolf 10 | Azur Nebula near Borg Aperture]

((A few minutes prior to the following segments))
As Scylla attacked with the others, Whiteout noticed something on their sensors. “Scylla, we got a Klingon ship taking a lot of fire and she looks about to blow, i'm reading a lot of Klingons aboard, no borg, we should maybe show good faith and help?” He stated matter of fact like. Sephiria looked at the sensors and nodded. “Scylla to Meerkat, that Koro’T’inga at zero seven seven mark 3 is hurt and there’s a bunch of Klingons on it that need help, I suggest we break off and take the Cubes weapons node there out, give them a chance to save their people.” She transmitted the data and it also showed another cruiser, a Vor’Cha closing on the stricken one. “Maybe we can give that other cruiser a chance to beam them out?” She asked Meerkat.

((NOW))
Scylla’s hands flew over the controls, Whiteout hanging on for the ride with an evil grin as he monitored contacts and brought target points up for his pilot while firing on others on the queue, her eyes moving, the iris movement following targeting system of the built in HUD of her Combat Flight Armor , weapons triggering off once lock-ons are confirmed, the agile Valravn dodging and weaving through debris, allied fighters and Borg weapons fire, getting a bit cooked here and there but, miraculously only 1 solid hit and her shields held.

“Shields at 35%, recharge cycle online, were good!” Spoke Whiteout as he checked their systems, while Scylla rolled around some debris, firing micro torpedoes and canon shots with uncanny accuracy, many of them hitting their marks in rapid succession. She turned to whiteout over her shoulder for a second as “Chasing the Angels” from Brother Firetribe started playing. As the Music flowed, Scylla kept dodging Borg fire and returning accurate bursts of weapons fire in a series of arabesque like pivots, twists and turns. “Roger that Flight leader. “ Came her reply to Meerkat’s orders. The Fighters sleek form moved as if possessed by some angry deity of flight and fury, the veteran Pilots skills becoming fully apparent as she held nothing back, employing every ounce of her mind, body and soul in the fight.

She heard Meerkat’s instructions as the Song came to it’s conclusion, she rolled her bird out of its last attack run, arching around as multiple afterblasts occured after her last few hits, there was quite a bit more slag than Borg cube showing where many of their weapons nodes were. A cleared Koro’T’Inga cruiser hull was being destroyed by the Vor’Cha that saved its remaining crew, brave warriors who would live to fight another day for the empire and Chancellor Martok. The Valravn barrel rolled and dove, arching back around to form up to the right and back a bit of it’s flightleader’s own Valravn. “Wolf 10 has your wing team leader, shall we go find our wayward team mates and our charge?”

In the back seat sat a dazed and thoroughly terrified Andorian, he had only been assigned to Scylla during the final flight test phases and not ever experienced his pilot unleashing her whole arsenal of skills in a fight, he now knew, the stories of what she did during the Dominion war were not exaggerated, they just couldn’t be. He sat there breathing slowly, trying to stop shaking as relaxing instrumental music plays while they flew towards the Allegiant.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Auctor Lucan on February 22, 2019, 04:23:32 PM
[ Lieutenant Commander Jennifer Dewitt | USS Allegiant | Heart of the Azure Nebula ]
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Don't hesitate.

Dewitt had met Eboh's eyes when he made his dire request, and she'd nodded to him, putting her hand on his shoulder briefly when she'd stepped away. When she was back in the center chair, Izar made sure to inoculate Eboh again, while Jaya announced that they were setting a course towards the cube. Over comms, Meerkat confirmed the fighter escort would join them in the sortie. Dewitt knew that what they were about to do was a gamble, but if the cube's defences were down, they couldn't waste the opportunity. This battle was about the survival of the Federation, how the Infested had covered up this pending invasion, and meant to use the Borg as a conduit for their plan of galaxy-wide eradication of intelligent life. The stakes were too high to consider self-preservation, and it was her task to lead her small crew into the breach.

While the debris and husks of gutted Klingon ships whisked by outside the viewport, Zyrao crouched down next to her, and told her the only good new so far. Martok had sided with them. She met the woman's eye, saw her winking, and Dewitt smiled in spite of the situation. "Allegiant to Mission Ops. Confirmed, the Klingons will not attack us," she said, while Zy stood up, and Jaya was trading words with Masuda at Tactical. Izar was pinpointing sirillium gas that they and the fighter escort could make use of, and Dewitt saw the data on her armrest's display. She didn't bother asking Masuda to transmit the data, him being busy with laying all the firepower the Allegiant could muster against the distant cube, which was getting closer by the second. Dewitt transferred the targeting data herself. Meanwhile, Eboh, despite being assimilated, was rerouting power to shields, and beamed all the drones save one from the ship - leaving them drifting in their wake.

Then, suddenly the reverberations of the active weapon systems on the Allegiant ceased, the quietude lasting until Jaya announced the precarious development. Neither cannons nor torpedoes were working, and Izar gave them the reason. The Borg had managed to breach the Allegiant's systems. Dewitt wanted to curse, just like Jaya did. They did not have time to purge the systems. They were in the middle of an assault against the cube! Jennifer's hands folding into fists, but she refrained. "Maintain course and deal with it!"

Fortunately enough, Izar was equal to the task. "Weapons online!" called Masuda, and the hybrid told them the virus was contained, with some complications. Half the sensors, external and internal by the sounds of it. "Resuming fire!"

"Well done, Mister Izar," said Dewitt after Eboh confirmed the results, while Zy left Jennifer's side. That's when the voice of Benmual came over the intercom.

[Benmual for Bridge, Crewman Rodriquez is down, injected with Nanites. How do I proceed? I've also found PO Sithick, I might need a hand to help him out of here. Over.]

"This is Dewitt, Izar will come down there now. Doctor Hernandez will be responding as well," she announced giving the hybrid a glance to make sure he'd heard her. Zy needed her seat back anyway. "On your way out, Izar, please check on Ensign Six, and ask Hernandez to fix that head of yours." Eboh was right. the ex-drone might still be a liability. At this point. Zy suggested they'd draw attention from the cube, and Dewitt nodded, since their attack run would likely have that effect.

[Meerkat to Allegiant. Scylla and I will be assisting a Klingon cruiser nearby evacuate to another as it looks to be going critical soon. If you can adjust your course by ten degrees starboard, we can continue giving you cover while we do so.]

"This is the Allegiant, acknowledged. Helm, adjust course," said Jennifer quickly, her heart beating in her ears as the twin streams of micro torpedoes and pulse phaser bolts carved into the looming side of the cube ahead. Gripping her armrests, she saw that they were almost there, joining the Klingons in lighting up the cube. Of course it was firing back, both against them and the fighter escort. The amount of counter fire was reduced by the number of disruptors and torpedo launchers that the Klingons had compromised already, and the Allegiant merely sustained a grazing hit, since their escort had laced their trajectory with counter measures. Their shields held, and the firing solutions on Masuda's LCARS displays were lighting up the sweat on his brow. The sirilium gas pockets were used as best as possible, causing massive damage against segments of the cube's ravished hull. They had yet to use the graviton cannon, and Dewitt doubted they had energy for it - everything required for shield regeneration and weapon's fire.

"It's adapted!" Masuda announced when they were mere seconds out from the cube's side. "It's returning fire! We're in the open!"

"Evasive manoeuvres!" called Dewitt, even though Jaya had likely acted on it. Still the sheer onslaught of the Queen's retaliation was blinding. The viewscreen showed immense green disruptor energy piercing the fiery clouds of the cube's surface damage. The Klingon fleet was just as exposed as they were. Safety harnesses quickly activated. "Brace yourselves!"

The Allegiant was hit. In the commotion that followed, she could see burning Klingon ships soaring past outside, splitting open like fruit by gravimetric torpedoes - bleeding searing plasma and Klingon crew. They collided with one of them, making the Allegiant flip over entirely. Gravity was suspended, but inertial dampeners helped keep their orientation. A plasma conduit ruptured in the bulkhead, and Dewitt felt it's heat, covering her face with her arm. She saw fire. There were no thoughts, only instinctual fear and focus. Masuda was screaming. Thorne was likely trying to regain control of the ship. Someone was screaming over the intercom. Chaos reigned.

Once the lights stopped flickering, Dewitt saw her sleeve was on fire. The ship was still moving, but she loosened her safety harness and got to her feet, eyes wide as she tore off her jacket and threw the burning garment from herself - the plasma defying the flame retardant textile. Her eyes settled on Masuda, who's chest and face were scourged clean through cloth, skin and flesh - twitching on the deck. Smoke rising form her undershirt and hair, she wanted to go to her former First Officer's side, but duty compelled her to take the man's station instead. She'd been a Tactical Officer during the Dominion War, and she was the best qualified. Her harried gaze swept the bridge, taking in the damage and to detect any more casualties. Then she looked at the damage report. "Shields at 7%. Hull breaches in three of the sealed sections! Helm, retreat into the debris field! Allegiant to fighter escort, are you still out there? Follow our lead and regroup!"

Their diminished sensors were clearing up, revealing the decimated Klingon fleet, only the Negh'Var and a few more ships still left. Teeth clenched together, Dewitt manually shot debris in their path, letting Jaya take them to safety. "Miss Zyrao, we need to chart paths through the debris to the Cayuga and the Theurgy. Send the data to Thorne, and some fresh ideas would be in order," she said, giving the woman brief glance. "Eboh, are you still with us? Talk to me. Is the aperture open yet? Did the others make it?"

Standing at tactical, refusing to look at the charred remains of Yukimura, Dewitt spotted something else in the tactical sensor readings. A spike of something... huge. "We have new company, retrieving data and sending to viewscreen," she said, jaws clenched against the smell from the carcass at her feet. Any thoughts of Masuda were cleared by what came on display in the corner of the screen. It was the image of the new ship, as seen though tumbling debris from their position. Dewitt's blood ran cold, knowing that unique silhouette from three days earlier.

"The Versant," she hissed through her teeth, thinking about how one of the Hosts of the Infested were supposed to be aboard it. Of course they would come to meet the Borg invasion... she thought bitterly, and it's just our luck.

Her remaining bridge crew talked to her, reported and advised, while Dewitt was thinking hard about the next move, and wished the escort to call in. In the end, a short time later, something happened that none of them might have expected. Dewitt first saw it as an energy surge on her tactical display, making her green eyes widen. Not just from the implication, but the sheer amount of energy involved. "The Versant is powering up!"

No more had she said it, before aquamarine light bathed the bridge, shone upon them all from beyond the debris. There were no sounds in space, but the tremor that coursed through the hull confirmed what happened on the screen. The Versant's three main cannons had powered up, and three lances of light shot straight through the debris field. The massive beams, wider than the Allegiant, entered the closest side of the Borg cube. The graviton beams cut through the bulk of the cube as if it was made out of tissue paper, and within the span of three seconds, the beams burst out on the far side - continuing into the debris field beyond.

Dewitt found herself staring, agape, at the display. She could hardly credit her eyes when the Versant maintained the beams, and began to turn - carving great rifts through the entirety of the cube's mass. Gashes, a hundred meters wide, metal parting like flesh before them. That's when she saw the incoming hail, heard it announced. "On screen."

In one corner of the viewscreen... stood the male form of Captain Jien Ives. The hail had come from the Versant.

[All available ships, the cube is immobilised and exposed,] said their true Commanding Officer, and next to him stood Thea, as well as a seated bald Vulcan that Dewitt didn't recognise. [We're charging for another attack, but we need time. Sensors show no active weapon systems within the cube. If you can, destroy it from within. Ives, out.]

Jennifer closed her mouth, and her eyes drifted to Jaya. "You heard him," she said, feeling the battle shifting again. "Pick a tunnel. Full speed ahead! Allegiant to fighter escort, follow our lead!"


OOC: All right! Here is the sequence of events to cover in your posts. 1) The Borg cube adapts, the majority of the Klingon fleet is destroyed in the Queen's retaliation. The Allegiant is flipped over when colliding with wreckage. 2) The Versant appears, immobile at first while your characters react and respond to orders. Oh, shit moment, for short. Then, after about a minute 3) The Versant opens fire against the cube, drilling three huge holes. Then the beams cut sideways, making the holes wider. 4) Captain Ives hails all warp fighters as well as the Allegiant, ordering another attack since the shields of the cube is down. 5) The Allegiant and the fighter escort makes a tunnel run through the cube and lights it up from within as they go. You can end your posts mid-flight through the cube, or at the end of it - shooting out on the other side.

Here is a new set of additional Battle Objectives to illustrate in your next posts (aside from orders and obvious stuff in the post)! Like before, check off one objective each, and you have full liberty in setting up details or adapting these objectives as you see fit, or come up with something else entirely. Have a look!
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Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Numen on February 24, 2019, 07:16:45 PM
[ Lt. JG Izar Bila (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Izar_Bila) | Bridge| USS Allegiant | Battlefield]
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"I'm got it."

Bila shuddered when he felt the tapping hand on his shoulder and hurried to stand on his feet. The sudden movement made the world spin around him again. Nausea creeped up his throat. He didn't appreciate that kind of unsolicited physical contact, but perhaps his reaction had been too much for his battered head. He rested both hands on the wallplates and watched with his one good eye how Zyrao took the seat. He knew that his position was standing on the back of the bridge. But after his spectacular fall he had appreciated the sitting time. He just needed a few more seconds of rest. Just...


Benmual's voice chirped through the Comm system. The drones had also assaulted the lower deck and it looked like they had another crewman suffering the first stages of assimilation. The CO answer came to after a brief pause few seconds later, then she turned to face the hybrid and distribute his new bunch of orders. The chemist nodded slowly, acknowledging it. He couldn't help but touch the numb part of his forehead when Dewitt mentioned it. He regretted  instantly. A sudden pang flashed from his hairline to his jaw. He winced and felt sick again. Seeing a doctor sounded like a good idea.


Soon after, Bila staggered to the door and slowly knelt to open the case and remove the modified tricorder. His movements were so slow to prevent nausea from seizing him again that he appeared to be a hundred years old.  Despite this slowness, he managed to take the device with one hand and the briefcase with the other and get back on his feet without any altercation. A real feat that of course, nobody recognized.

With oldman steps, he approached the inert body of Six and hovered over her, tricorder on hand. The device chirped, its small lights blinked in reds and yellows for a few seconds. There was no doubt about the diagnosis. "She's dead, Jen" he said seriously. "However, her implants and the nanoprobes in her body are still active, with a Cube so close to exborg corpse could be a menace." He sat up again without taking his eyes off the small screen. "Eboh" He called, averting his gaze to the dark-skinned man. "Please, transport her remains out of the vessel." As he uttered the words he felt how wrong it was. How disrespectful they were.  "Orrrrr keep her pattern in the transporter buffer. You can keep a pattern there for a while before it degrades. Maybe we can perform the rites that she would have wanted later. After all, she was a Starfleet officer " He rushed to suggest. He had not had a close relationship with the ensign. In fact, he'd seen her most as a lab rat than a person. But still he had to offer her this one last show of respect. The same one that he would like to be offered if their positions were switched.


Bila bit the inside of his lip and looked away from the Chief.  With clumsy hands, he put back the scanner into the briefcase. He returned to a vertical position and turned his back on the bridge, heading for the door. The room bustled and hummed, full of activity when he crossed the lintel, but the hybrid didn't turn to look back. He had a bad feeling about all this. How the vedeks said, it was the feeling of someone stepping on a grave. He was afraid that another catastrophe would loom over them at the moment. So maybe it was better not to see the danger coming.






[ Lt. JG Izar Bila (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Izar_Bila) | Corridors | USS Allegiant ]



The journey to the stairs to the lower deck was shorth and, still, it showed the mistreatment that the small ship had suffered. One of the roof panels had fallen and the gap showed the EPS conducts that it has been covering. Unconsciously, Bila quickened his pace to avoid that potential danger. He had recently suffered serious burns due to the explosion of EPS. It wouldn't happen again soon if he could avoid it. He hurried his steps to the staircase and began to descend the first steps. Lights flickered all the way down and something buzzed ominously on the lower deck.


He had safely reached the middle of the stairs, just between decks, when his feet left the step. Panic and surprise intermingled in his stomach for a few seconds. For a moment, he could see a few brown blood drops dancing in front of his eyes, while splinters of metal joined the airdance, floating slowly around him. Everything seemed to freeze in the air for a moment. Serene and weightless , suspended in the lightness of void, just floating in the thin air...


The inertial dampers roared, the artificial gravity activated again and Bila fell down the stairs. He rolled on himself, hit the walls, once, two, several times, he bounced against the steps and only a wall stopped his mad fall. Bila gasped and vomited again the contents of his stomach, a greenish-yellow icor speckled with brown spots. Only then, the pain reached him. He shrank on himself, like a dying spider. His head throbbed. His body ached. He realized he was screaming. An inarticulate and animal howl. He couldn't breathe. It hurt too much. He couldn't ... I couldn't ... A shower of sparks lit the corridor. At his back a sucking sound announced breaks in the hull in one of the quarters. Floor was scattered with metal shards and wires and things he wasn't able to identify. Bila gasped, his stomach twisted crazily, but it was empty and there was no way to relieve his nausea. The retching made his jaw creak painfully. Bila tried to put a hand over his mouth, lost his balance and fell heavily against the floor. The ship moaned and vibrated beneath him. He need to move. To patch himself and move. Just. Move.


Bila crawled on his elbows. He couldn't stand up. It hurt too much. But he had to move. A sob escaped his throat, but it didn't stop him. He continued creeping forward, painfully slowly, leaving a trail of brown and wet behind him. Finally he reached his goal. The briefcase. Shaking hands struggled with clasps. This time, it wasn't fear what made them shake. It was pain. He groaned when he managed to open the case. Thanks to the Prophets, the vials had not been broken. The silverly fluid still stirred in the small crystal capsules, but they were intact. No cracks. He closed the briefcase again and let himself fall against the wall, without letting go of the case. Carefully, with painful slowness he put himself back on his feet, using the wall as support. Trying hard, his only healthy eye scanning a corridor that seemed on the verge of bursting into flames, and  he managed to carry his battered body to the engineering room.





[ Lt. JG Izar Bila (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Izar_Bila) | Engineering | USS Allegiant ]


The door hissed in front of him, showing him a Dantesque scene. Benmual was leaning over the crewman Gorn, an hypospray in her hands. Doctor Hernandez was kneeling nearby, the Medical kit in his lap, and the hybrid couldn't understand why it was she who was about to inoculate the giant lizard and not him. Bila was afraid forthe betazoid, because as unconscious as he was, any Gorn was a predator armed with sharp claws and teeth. Mouth agape, he stumbled into the room and signaled with his free hand the scene. He gasped in an attempt to show his outrage at the whole situation, but his aching throat only yielded a strangled grunt.

He cleared his throat and tried to speak again. "Gglllrhhhhh" he gurgled. His single healthy eye blinked a few times perplexed. "Kkkkk ..... lllllllll .... kuef "he finally sput with unusual effort. The words were in his head, but his tongue seemed unwilling to obey him. For some reason, kardasi seemed to flow more easily, though. "Sah, zan" he managed to ask. There was no need for anyone to answer, for his eyes soon found the crewman Russel Rodriquez leaning against the wall, eyes so wide they seemed about to come out of their sockets. One of his hands covered the point where the nanotubes had reached him. Bila approached the human and crouched beside him. The man began to speak, a torrent of words left his lips but they didn't make any sense to the half-cardassian. They only worsened his headache. "Da si’zekt!" He commanded, while he kept trying to calculate the appropriate dose for the human according to the readings. Rodriguez seemed on the verge of a panic attack and grabbed him by the chest of his uniform, shaking him slightly as he spoke words that made no sense for Bila. "DA SI’ZEKT!"He barked holding the crewman limbs with one hand and stabbing his neck with the hypospray with the other. The silver fluid penetrated the human skin and he seemed to relent in his efforts. He just stayed where he was, trembling and stammering phrases that the hybrid couldn't make sense of. Bila let himself fall back to sit in the floor and held his head between both hands, dropping the medical device. There was too much noise. Too many lights. And he didn't understand any words. Why he didn't understand them?




OOC:

Kardasi words from noxfox nx Kardasi, use with permision
kuef – shit
sah - 3rd subject for aliens
zan - Where
Da si’zekt! - Stop! / Freeze! / Don’t move!



Objective 10, done!
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Firefox013 on February 28, 2019, 04:29:04 AM
[ Ens. Jaya Thorne | Bridge of the USS Allegiant | Azur Nebula near Borg Aperture]

Jaya kept her concentration on flying as they were stuck 100% defensive for a time, the ship taking hits despite her dodging like crazy as she changed course once instructed by Dewitt. “Aye, changing course!” She replied as she continued to head for their target while their Valravn escorts saved a bunch of Klingon warriors. She got quite the show watching one of them go absolutely berserk on the Borg to protect the stricken cruiser. "Is that the same one that helped save our asses from that assimilated BOP?” She said softly to herself as she kept flying the Allegiant.

She then heard some good words finally. “Weapons online!” was what got her smirking, noticing it was now Dewitt at tactical. “Commander, please run patterns theta one, gamma three and alpha nine in sequence, keep the Borg’s adaptive systems guessing as to what to fix first and how ma’am!” She states, rolling the Allegiant as their weapons started firing again, their Valravns were on their way back now, moving to cover them properly once more. "Hoookay here goes!” She dove the Allegiant around some debris again and smirked. “Okay this is gonna be…” She shrieked as weapons fire smashed into the ship, causing a surge above her head, she ducked just in time to avoid getting a metal shard through the eye, it glanced over her right ear. “OW SHIT!” She grunted, shaking her head and kept going. “God damnit, I just got fixed up!” She snarled to no one in particular, then shrieked.

A big honkin warship suddenly came out of nowhere seemingly right behind them. “AAAH! THE VERSANT!” She Immelmaned the Allegiant over hard, dodging out of the massive ship’s sights. “Oh, for the love of god, not these guys too!” Suddenly three massive graviton beams surged from the Versant ship, streaking right by the Allegiant and its fighter escorts, Jaya narrowly dodging the shot. “HOLY CHRIST! TOO CLOSE!" She bellowed out as she stabilized only for Borg weapons fire to smack the ship around some, damaging shields and subsystems. “Gyaaah!” She dodged the Allegiant behind some debris just in time to dodge a Borg torpedo before the three beams from the versant ship made swiss cheese of the cube in three distinct tunnels cut by the weapons. “Commander! Look!” She then blinked while pointing at the ship, then their somewhat damaged viewscreen as a communication channel came in and a very unexpected face appeared on the damaged viewscreen. “C-Captain Ives!?”

The male form of Theurgy’s CO was there on the screen, with Thea next to him, apparently having somehow taken over the Versant ship. He was giving instructions that made a shiver run down her spine, he wanted them to do WHAT!? On top of that Dewitt seemed to be liking the idea, she being just an Ensign kept her mouth shut and just kept the Allegiant moving, it didn’t take long for them to be given the order and she angled the Allegiant over. “Hoookay, here goes!” She turned to Dewitt. “Ma’am, we really going to do this?”

Jaya heard the commander and nodded. “Y-yes ma’am!” Her hands flew over the controls as the Allegiant banked over towards the center tunnel. “Here we go.” Just then a secondary signal came in from a source nearby, the signal keyed the Allegiant's Audio subsystem to start playing music of all things, old earth music, classical to her people but it was once known as Hard Rock or Metal depending on the style, the song in question was called Blurry by Puddle of Mudd. The hard riffs were at a level that complimented work and added energy to the room. The Signal was from Wolf 10, from that crazy pilot Scylla. “Ma’am its coming from Wolf 10, on one of the backup audio channels… its an authorized signal too!? How?” She blinked, not disliking it but finding it unorthodox to have music on as they fought.

The Cube loomed over, the gaping hole in the center large enough to accommodate the Allegiant in a surprisingly comfortable way, but not much more than a ship her size. “All right Ally, keep it together girl.” She said, speaking to the ship as if she were a person. “Commander Dewitt prepare our All direction attack patterns, I think we can do the most damage that way ma’am.” She tapped her console, triggering the harnesses of anyone seated but not yet strapped down as Dewitt manned the weapons, prepping them. “SAFETY PEOPLE! WE LOST ENOUGH AS IS!” She bellowed as the Allegiant dove into the hole. “I will get us through, just shoot everything ma’am!”

Wolf 10 signalled her intent to take point and the Valravn IFF coded Wolf 10 swooped in ahead of them its rear signals flashing as they dove in ahead, adding their firepower to keeping the route clear and adding to the Allegiant's damage. Dewitt’s hands were flying over the console, firing weapons in sequence and using various multi directional combat patterns to do it. “That Fighter pilot is insane!” Commented the Commander as she observed Wolf 10s actions then gasped as a column of debris nearly scrapped the Valravn and forced it into a side passage, Scylla calling out to keep going and that she'd find another way out. Jaya sighed and kept going, looking a bit worried about the pilot and her RIO.

The young helmswoman’s hands flew over her controls as she moved the Allegiant through the tunnel, shields taking a lot of hits from internal weapons nodes. “Crap, ow, sorry!” She said as she barely scraped the Allegiant through two falling footbridges with a sonorous metallic KLANG and KRUNCH as well as some scraping reverberating through the hull as a piece of debris smacked into a thruster assembly. “WHOOPS! Port side thruster three it sounds like! And feels that way too!” She states before the damage control display even popped up the indicator exactly where she said. “Well shit!”

Moments later, a mayday form Wolf 10 came through right before the music and the call were cut off, the bridge falling silent except for the warning chimes and alarms on the consoles. “WOLF 10! SIGNAL LOST!” She said loudly, seeing its IFF blip vanish on her sensor readout. “We lost a fighter!” She rolled the Allegiant through a Junction, Commander Dewitt still firing everything they’ve got, arcs of phaser bank and canon fire streaking out, smacking into and obliterating everything they hit, torpedoes doing the same as the remaining group kept going.

“Stay focused Ensign!”said Dewitt. Doing that was exactly what Jaya would do, she had to make it, she just had to. She set her jaw hard, teeth clenched as she white knuckled the controls, accelerating and rolling into another chamber.


[ LTJg. Sephiria “Scylla” Arn | Cockpit of the Mk.I Valravn Wolf 10 | Azur Nebula near Borg Aperture]

A massive ship had come out of nowhere and just fired three massive graviton beams right through the Cube, Skewering it in three places, causing three massive holes in the cubes structure, the Ship read as a Versant ship, the beings who had kidnapped a large portion of the USS Theurgy’s crew, she was about to do something, ask for instructions, something but a signal suddenly came through.


Sephiria heard the signal from the Versant ship as the Vor’Cha moved off to try and get clear in order to properly tend to casualties while still fighting honorably, she smirked at this then heard and saw the signal on all channels from an officer she wasn’t familiar with personally but knew of well, the gender shifting Captain of the Theurgy was alive and the ships avatar was with him, she had also seen descriptions of her on the ID files given to them for familiarisation. “Well that’s interesting eh Whiteout?” She asked and chuckled, listening to what Ives was saying.


She had formed up with Meerkat and moved back to the Allegiant, helping provide cover till this lull in the fighting caused by the Versant warship skewering the living daylights out of the large Borg vessel. "It slices, it dices, it punched three massive fucking holes in a cube!” Stated Whiteout as they witnessed the power of the captured alien warship. Scylla chuckled, hearing the comms from the Allegiant, Scylla knew the ensign at the helm of the Allegiant was good but not experienced enough yet, her hands crisped on her controls. “Scylla to Meerkat, I will take point help guide the girl through!” Wolf 10, her trusty steed soared ahead of the Allegiant as it closed in on the cube, heading for the central hole. She tapped a key, sending her music over to the Allegiant as well for this one. “Wolf 10 taking point, stick to me little sister!” That was her communication to the Allegiant, specifically her helmsman, the young Ensign Thorne as the Valravn slid in Ahead of the Allegiant, flashing its rear signals for them to follow.

Scyllas face was hard set behind her helmets visor, her eyes cold as she took a deep breath. Here we go Whiteout. Full assault mode as we fly through target everything you can as we go!” She said as they dove in, weapons beginning to fire, hitting everything Whiteout could target as they began careening through the massive Borg cubes guts. “I’m on it boss, you fly I shoot the fuck out of these bastards!” He called out as they began the run, weapons blazing, leading the Allegiant in, helping to clear debris for the more heavily armed scout ship and giving the girl more room to work with.

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHAAAAAAWHOOOOOOPS!” Was what came out of Scylla as she rolled over a protrusion, seeing Borg drones getting blown to pieces by Federation weapons fire as they flew through the damaged vessels internals a massive piece of debris forced her to make a hairpin right. “Crap!” They were in a side passage and there wasn’t any way to get back where they were, Scylla rolled and dodged, slide slipping around as Whiteout tried mapping a way through. “Allegiant, Flight Leader Keep going through! Well catch up GO!” Was what Scylla said after opening a channel then closed it to concentrate on flying.

“Hard right Scylla, up three levels, we can shoot through the wall there into another passage!” Scylla nodded, rolling hard right then climbing three decks worth in a flash, weapons firing at targets of opportunity before hitting the indicated wall, the Valravn moved into the next corridor, still trying to find a way through the damaged and being even more damaged hulk. This was taking all her skill to get through and * SHKRRRRIIIEEEEEEECH! BANG! * The fighter lurched and spun in a flat spin as they nicked an antenna like device hard, Scylla grunted as Whiteout got his head bashed into his console knocking him out, the computer detected this and transferred full weapons to the pilot’s seat as she struggled to regain control. “Wolf 10, collision, may be going down here! RIOs knocked out cold!” another loud crunch was heard in the background and her signal went to static on the Allegiant's speakers then died completely.

(OOC: no, she isn’t done for, just making it interesting.)
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: BZ on February 28, 2019, 03:17:26 PM
[Zyrao Natauna |  This Shit Fucking Sucks | Borg Invasions |  Not for the Light Hearted |  Assimiliated Gets you Assassinated]
@Auctor Lucan

Things went to shit.

The fan was on, it was strung everywhere, and it smelled like ass.  She didn't want to be here, she didn't want another run in with the Borg.  She didn't want to watch as Eboh was slowly assimilated into the Collective in front of them.  Whatever shit that Bila had put in them, could hopefully slow it down.  Do it's job.  She sure as fuck hoped that it would because she most definitely didn't need murder on her resume.  Those that she had killed in the past were gone and forgotten at this point, a clean slate on this ship, though she had a feeling it was about to get really bloody and really messy quite quickly.

Shields were on the rise.

The Borg was actually taking on damage.

The Klingon were doing their thing.  Thank you martok for believing in me when you probably shouldn't. she thought to herself as she brushed her thick dark hair out of her eyes and focused on the screen in front of her.  She needed to get as much energy into the ship as possible.  Shields werne't going to hold out long and if the Borg were able to fix their...

Ahhhhh fuck.

Their shield matrix had altered and they had adapted to the weapons and now they were rebuilding their shields.  This was not going to go well.  She had thought it was too good to be true, the Borg suffering damage in that way.  Zyrao knew that they were going to need some sort of heavy hitter, a weapon that could actually do some damage to the systems that were on the Borg Cube.  That was important, she was going to need to make a dent.  But, what did the Theurgy have that she could actually use that would be significant. 

Then chaos.

Fire, warmth, heat, too hot.  Zyrao winced, at the sheer wave of heat that bowled into her.  She could feel it cinging some of her hair, and burning some of the skin, not even the fire or the flames just the heat that was rolling off of … whatever happened to the Bridge.  Then she was upside down, suddenly, she could feel herself trying to float away from her console.  Her hand snapped out and grabbed the back of her chair to keep herself from floating off, she could hear screams and cries.  She could smell the smoke and feel the heat of the flames though they weren't as bad as they had been.  She didn't dare look at her own skin, she was fine, alive, and not bleeding.  That was all that mattered.  The rest was surface wounds that any doctor with a hypo could fix up when she had the time.

Now was not the time to cry or worry about pain.  Now was the time for action.

People were hurt, the smell of burnt skin, fabric, and melted plastic burned her nostrils as she sat back in her chair.  For a moment, her grey eyes took in the Bridge and the horror that it had turned into.  This ship had already been through so much, and these people, she did not know what she could do to help them through this.  She wasn't shocked, she had seen so much in her life, so much horror and pain and suffering.  This was nothing new, nothing different, but she knew fully well that these people were trying their best.  She would help them, of course, she had chosen to be here.

Her name was called out, grey eyes swung towards the red head in the center of the Bridge and her brow rose in silent question.  Sure enough, orders were given.  Chart a course, get them the fuck to safety, and figure some magic that she could unleash to give them a fucking chance against the Borg.

“On it.” she said simply as she twisted in her seat and looked back at her console.  Other than some light charring and soot on one of the sides, she found that it was in complete working order.  She began to scan the surrounding area to chart the debris and other ships on her map and view screen.  Looking at the mess that had been created by the other ships that hadn't made it, by the debris of the battle, by the Klingons and the Cayuga, the Theurgy... everything.  She had to take it all into account because it was all very important and it was all very crowded. 

Brushing her lower lip with her thumb as she began to think about the various ways that she could move the ship.  They needed a place they could recoup and a place where they were still strategically still in the battle.  This ship would not run away, this ship would stand until the last breath exited the last pair of lungs on this thing.  She knew these people, well enough, to know they weren't going down easily.  This was not a retreat, it was a tactical move to better their position. 

Before she could do anything though, another ship arrived.  The Versant.  Zyrao had heard rumblings through the ship about this one, and knew that they weren't going to be an ally, already her back was straight, shoulders tense.  This wasn't what they needed, another enemy that they couldn't stand against.  Suddenly, she shot out of her seat and leaned forward.  Beautiful aqua beams soared across the open space and began to render the cube assunder.  She couldn't believe what she was seeing.  The power.. the sheer power of the weapon system that they were utilizing.  Suddenly, as Zyrao stood there, a message came through and Ives.. she recognized the voice more than the face.. told them they had taken over the ship and were there to help.

Happy fucking day!

The Borg cube was cut, rendered nearly into three separate pieces, and now they had orders.  They needed to get into the cube and render it dead.  It already was told to them, the weapons systems were down, they had this opportunity to tilt the battle in their favor.  To destroy a cube of evil in the world.  Maybe a side of vengeance for all the bastards and poor souls that had died and been assimilated by this one cube.

It was payback time.

Quickly, Zyrao sent her flight plan to the helm.  “Helm you have mail.” she said quickly but she hadn't stopped working.  Her fingers flew over the El-Aurian script in front of her working it almost as though she had been working the console for years.  It was probably largely due to the language and the simplicity and the user friendly nature of the LCARS system.  Zyrao was just glad that she was able to work because they were going to need some real fucking help.

The weapon!  Of course.

Zyrao thought about what they would need.  Power, was number one.  She pulled up the schematics on the weapon that they had talked about in their pow wow earlier before they decided to sky dive into danger.  She read through the information that was given on how much power they were going to need.  Comparing it to the numbers of the shield percentages and other systems that were necessary, she palmed the badge on her chest.

[Natauna to Engineering.  How much power can you divert to the graviton?] she asked quickly.

[I can get you enough to use.] said the voice on the other end.

[Do it, now.] she quickly said the urgency in her voice left little time for manners and propriety.  This was battle!

[Hold please.]

Hold?!  Fucking gotta be kidding me! she launched into an El-Aurian cursing stream that would make some people blush, probably Eboh if he was still with it enough to know.  But, she didn't care.  Finally, she heard back again. 

[Power diverted.]

[Great.  Appreciate it.] Zyrao quickly responded and then she began to power up the weapon.

“Graviton cannon is warming up, Dewitt.” she called from her seat, and began to watch it.  “Ready in 10 – 9 – 8 – 7” she began to count down while her fingers flew over the console working hard to get it ready.  “One.” she called out.  “Graviton cannon ready and charged, at your leisure” she called out to the Bridge and who ever was in charge of actually pushing the little red button that would give a nice FUCK YOU to the Borg.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Fife on February 28, 2019, 09:22:11 PM
[ CPO Ekon Okotie-Eboh | Bridge | USS Allegiant ]
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Eboh fought to concentrate, his eyes boring down into the console in front of him. Despite his efforts, he found focus to be difficult to maintain as his mind wandered. Eboh gave his head a quick shake, gritting his teeth as though he could muster up more concentration if he only ground them hard enough. Still, despite his best efforts, his mind continued to wander and dredge up memories…

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A very young Ekon ran along the street, his right hand cradling his left arm. That arm dripped blood, the red liquid seeping from a large cut on his elbow. Only 5 years old, Ekon was running to the only person who he could think of to comfort him. His mother.

His mother turned as he reached the door to their home and came bursting through, her eyes wide with surprise. A quick glance had told her what was the matter, and she quickly move to her teary-eyed son.

”My poor Ekon, what has happened to you?” Reala asked, going to one knee in front of her son, ”Did you hurt yourself?”

Ekon nodded, looking down at his arm as he fought to hold back sobs. In truth, there was little pain, but the fear the child felt as seeing the blood had upset him greatly. The fierce hug his mother pulled him into comforted him, pushing the fear down. He was hurt, but she would make everything better.

”It’s ok, my poor Ekon.” His mother voice told him from outside the warmth and safety of the embrace. ”Once you join us, you will feel no pain.”

The words confused the young Ekon, the child having never heard his mother say such a thing. In his mind, the present Eboh knew the memory was false, that something was wrong. The child Ekon pushed back, breaking away from his mother’s arms and looking up to her face in confusion. The young Ekon saw his mother’s face, but it was horrifically distorted, marred by metallic implants on her cheeks and forehead. As he looked on, a steel spike erupted from his mother’s left eyes, spreading to create a cap for an ocular implant to develop. His mother opened her mother to speak again, but when she did the words were those of many. The voices of thousands.

”Resistance is futile”

[Varder to Eboh, the drone is neutralized. Transportation off ship should now be possible.]

Eboh jumped in his chair, the shoulder restraints the only thing preventing him from leaping out of the chair altogether. The words had pulled Eboh free from his thought, back to the present. Eboh shook his head again, blinking his eyes several times as he pulled himself fully back to the current situation. A chill of fear swept down his spine as he realized the cause of his difficulty concentrating, and of his corrupted memories.

The Borg.

The vaccine Izar had given him was obviously slowing the process, but Eboh could not deny the fact that he was beginning to feel some of the effects. Pushing the fear to the back of his mind, Eboh set to work.

”Acknowledged, Varder.” Eboh replied over the comms as he set to work at his station. Once the transporter had a lock on the downed drone’s signature, Eboh initiated the transport. The drone in engineering dematerialized, only to reappear out in the vacuum of space, drifting through the void in the Allegiant’s wake. Eboh glanced back at the rest of the bridge, hearing Captain Dewitt’s order for Izar to check on Six on his way out. He heard the scientist pronounce the former Drone dead, then heard Izar address him. The science officer asked Eboh to transport her remains, adding afterwards that it might be better to store her patter in the transporter’s patter buffer to allow for a funeral at a later date. Eboh nodded his agreement to Izar, sparing the still form of the fallen former drone and wondering if that was to be his fate as well.

With that thought still drifting through his head, Eboh turned back to the Ops console and went to work with the transporter, targeting Six’s signature. When the system had established a lock, Eboh initiated the transport, seeing the soft blue glow out of his peripheral vision as the implant-ridden woman’s body dematerialized. Once she was in the buffer, Eboh initiated a hold pattern, storing her safely in the buffer where she would be both preserved and, more importantly, prevented from reactivating and wreaking havoc on the ship. ”Six is stored in the transporter’s pattern buffer, ma’am.” Eboh reported, glancing over his shoulder at Dewitt. ”It should easily be able to preserve her until we can get back to the Theurgy.”

Eboh heard Masuda’s voice then, his tone that of alarm s he called out that the Cube had adapted to their weapons. He heard the Captain call for evasive maneuvers, then the order to brace. Eboh had only a moment to turn back to his console before the Allegiant was struck by the Borg’s disruptors. The sensor’s display on his console was going crazy as numerous warning sounded at once. Eboh had no sooner opened his mouth to report to Dewitt than the Allegiant rocked again, much more violently this time as they struck one of the Klingon vessels that had been destroyed by the Borg Queen’s revenge. Eboh felt the harness holding him in his chair, the straps digging into his shoulders as the ship tried to buck him out of his seat. The ceiling above erupted in a blast of heat and a shower of sparks as an EPS relay blew out, the sparks stinging Eboh where they cascaded down onto bare skin. Eboh gritted his teeth as he tried to ignore the sensation, instead working furiously at his console as he heard Captain Dewitt call out a damage report and orders. He heard her say his name, asking about the Apertures.

”I’m still here, ma’am!” Eboh called back without taking his eyes off what he was doing. ”I have deactivated the containment fields in the breached sections and rerouted power to main shields. Those sections will be inaccessible until we can undergo repairs.” That done, Eboh’s eyes darted to the readouts form what was left of their sensors. ”Long range sensors show the Theurgy has reached the Aperture.” Eboh called as his eyes continued to take in the sensor readouts. ”The Theurgy has sustained heavy damage from their engagement with the cube, Captain, though they remain operational. They are projecting a soliton wave against the Aperture form their forward sensor array.” The half El-Aurian’s eyes continued to dart back and forth, studying the readouts on the display before him. ”The Cayuga has faired better in the engagement, and has initiated a soliton wave of it’s own against the Aperture.”

When Eboh heard Dewitt’s call that they had company, his eyes glanced up from his console to see what the viewscreen displayed. The sight was like nothing he had ever seen. A behemoth of a ship, kilometers long, of a design Eboh had never heard of. It’s shape was completely alien to him, it’s size unfathomable. Eboh uttered a soft sound of amazement as he heard Dewitt’s voice, little more than a hiss, speak the leviathan’s name. “The Versant”.

Eboh tore his gaze away from the image displayed before them, turning his attention back to his console as he set sensors scanning the new arrival. He was still trying to make sense of what he was seeing when he heard Dewitt’s voice once again.

“The Versant is powering up!”

His readouts told him the same, the energy spike beyond anything he had ever witnessed. The dark skinned man’s mouth ran dry, his eyes widening as the numbers continued to climb. The light that bathed the bridge as the Versant fired it’s main cannons was intense, causing Eboh to squint. The tremor that ran through the Allegiant attested to the sheer power of the Versant’s assault. It was only a moment later that Eboh saw it’s target; the Borg cube. The three immense beams tore through the cube, cutting swaths through the vessel that had been wreaking havoc on them with ease. After the horrors Eboh had seen such cubes capable of, the ease with which is was dissected opened a pit in his stomach. What was this new ship?

As the light from the attack faded, Eboh head a transmission come through, but his attention was still on his sensor readouts. Dewitt called orders as Eboh turned in his chair to face her, telling Ensign Thorne to take them into the cube.

”Captain, the Theurgy and the Cayuga have succeeded! Sensor readings are showing the Aperture is lit!”
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Jm Von Cat on March 01, 2019, 03:43:51 AM
[ PO1 Varder Ridun (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Varder_Ridun) | Warp Core > Corridor > Aft Airlock| Deck 01 | USS Allegiant ] @Auctor Lucan @Masorin @Fife @Nolan @Numen 
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At this moment, despite everything going on around him, Varder could not help but look at this situation and feel like a third wheel. The warp core room was packed, and at Dewitt's order would soon have another body within it. The only reason he remained was the fallen Borg.. "Acknowledged, Varder." came the response from Eboh, shortly after the drone had vanished from sight and into the void of space.

At a glance, he could see nothing further that needed his attention, nothing that Benmual could not handle at least. Beyond that he saw risk, having so many so crowded into what was a small room with many of its own dangers within it.

And so he stepped out through the door and into the corridor, his pace took him towards the stairs. Then he was suddenly no longer on his feet. Lifted as if by a massive fist before he was being tossed like a ragdoll against the walls, then hitting the floor with considerable force some distance further down the corridor.

For a moment he simply lay there, waiting for any telltale kick of pain to signal a serious injury. Yet all that met him was a dull thudding pain in his head that seemed to slowly crawl out and take root. Carefully he moved to right himself, pushing up from the floor using the wall as a support. A glance down showed his rifle, or what was left of it after it was crushed between him and the floor.. If the Borg didn't kill him, Sel might.

A sound, a sob from down the corridor caught his attention. He saw the hybrid lieutenant dragging himself down the corridor, saw the brownish fluid behind the man. He staggered towards him, blinking. Clearly, his own impact was catching up to him as he leaned back against a wall. Then the hybrid stood, clearly in pain, but still moving. If he was willing to push himself onward, then Varder would not stop him.

Then came orders from Dewitt.
[Bridge to Varder and Benmual! We're going into the cube. Lost connection to after airlock rig. Get there and fire everything manually! Bridge out!]
"Acknowledged!" Came his simple reply. Accompanied by his staggering movement towards, then up the stairway, each step slightly steadier than the last as progress was made towards his goal.

As the Bajoran moved he disregarded the damaged corridor of the battered Allegiant, opting for speed over caution and relying on the suit he wore for protection. The result of this was scoring on the outer plating, marks that looked far worse than they really were.

In moments more he was there and taking a knee, fiddling with the improvised emplacement. He was no engineer but he knew enough about armaments to at least be competent in their operations. After all, how different could this be from something set up planetside?

"Benmaul! I hope you are moving, because you have the trigger!"

As he spoke his fingers danced across control panels, firing this thing manually would require one to manage tech and another to aim and fire the damn thing. Easy for an automated system, less so for him... Regardless of that he stood ready to do the best he could, in a situation he had not quite expected.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Nolan on March 03, 2019, 10:02:31 AM
[ PO2 Kythalie Benmual | Warp Core | USS Allegiant ]
  @Masorin  @Auctor Lucan   @Jm Von Cat @Numen 

The doctor arrived and quite quickly told Benmual to remain where she was as she was tending to the Gorn. She looked up at the doctor and her expression changed to a confused one as he told her that she would be doing the inoculation to the patient. Wasn't he supposed to be the doctor here? The sheer confusion and surprise that was undoubtedly on her features were masked away by the helmet she wore from the security exosuit and she heeded the warning to stay away from the jawline of the Gorn, lest she'd want to lose a limb.

She looked at the suggested spot to inoculate the Gorn and she made quick work of it, being careful enough for her own safety before the unmistakable hiss was heard. She was prepared for the Gorn to retaliate at any point and already her eyes moved over the Gorn to locate key points to keep him down in case he'd surge up. It was unsure that she'd succeed should this be the case. She just hoped that Hernandez had given the Gorn enough to stay out cold.

Varder was there yet seemed like he couldn't do much about the situation besides watching Benmuals back with the husk of a Drone behind her. Varder eventually left for the corridor after the drone was beamed out and he had just moved away before everything became zero gravity it seemed. With a thud everyone and everything came down with a smack. A grunt escaped Kythalie's lips as she managed to take the brunt of the blow by landing on top of the Gorn. SHe looked up to Hernandez "You okay doc?"

Bila came into the warp core now. The Bajcardie looking like a mess if anything else as he seemed in an almost as bad state as she had first met him aboard the Cayuga. Concern was dancing on her features, yet again, these emotions were simply blocked out by the visor and helmet she wore. The only thing Bila would be able to see was the head of the security tilt upwards before giving him a slow nod.

She aided Hernandez for as far as she could before new orders came in.

[Bridge to Varder and Benmual! We're going into the cube. Lost connection to after airlock rig. Get there and fire everything manually! Bridge out!]

"Fuck..." Benmual hissed underneath her breath as she looked at Hernndez "I have to go doc, needed elsewhere. Good luck with this one."

She hoisted herself up on her feet and grabbed the rifle that had scattered to the doors after zero gravity had kicked in. She felt her muscles burn as she sprinted through the corridor, dodging the loose electric wires and sparking conduits as she could. The plating itself had come unsteady and there was a certain risk of tripping over them in the rather heavy suits. The ship certainly had seen better days and Varder's voice came through seconds later "Benmaul! I hope you are moving, because you have the trigger!"

"En route, be there in 30 seconds tops." was her reply as she slipped over the pile of vomit and landed on her side. Her head missing the stairs by inches as she looked at the contents and shook her head. A curse and a painful flank didn't stop her from mounting the stairs and making her way over to Varder.

Once she made it to the aft section she looked at the mounted rig she looked at it, getting familiar with the control before she shouted at Varder as the blue hue of the nebula vanished and got replaced by the green black hole they were diving into "Where the fuck are we?" she aksed Varder before she shook her head not allowing him to answer "I don't want to know, I advise putting timers on our fire rounds or we'll be meeting the impact of these torpedoes real soon."

Once everything was set up Kythalie aimed the weapon and began to unleash the ordinance as the Allegiant made her run.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: patches on March 03, 2019, 07:55:30 PM
[CWO3 Liliana Walton - "Meerkat" | Wolf-09 | In a nebula far. far away | Last ditch effort to save the galaxy from the Sith Borg ]

The Klingon cruiser was successfully evacuated, leading Haq’r to let out an exclamation in his native language that the universal translator made sound a lot more flowery than Liliana suspected it actually was. With that and the general success of the bombing run, Meerkat was starting to feel slightly better about their chances against the Borg. She launched another spread of countermeasures as she prepared to stick close to the Allegiant for either another run or an evasive course to the Cayuga. Surely, with the damage done to the Cube by now, its capabilities would be diminished enough for them to survive this.

The Borg’s response proved her utterly wrong.

Her board lit up like a Christmas tree as the computer detected multiple launches and warned of several already too-close calls with Borg disrupter beams as instincts honed over a long career took hold. Over the fighter’s internal communications system, she listened to a mixture of a series of terse status updates and increasingly diverse vocabulary of swearing from her Klingon RIO. The Valravn pilot suddenly had to navigate through increasing amounts of debris, stunningly close missile explosions, blinding disrupter beams, and more than a few newly dead bodies and her shield integrity indicator only ever went down despite her best flying.

Her skills met their limit and her luck ran out when the barrage was nearly ended.

“Fuck. There goes the engines.”

“Shields are gone, capacitors look to be blown. Those motherless sons of-“

“I can read, Bulkhead. Weapons aren’t responding well either. Give me something to work with.”

“I’m restarting the weapons and communications systems. Should unscramble them enough. The computer cannot even see the engines, though.”

“Ah, good. It’s been awhile since I’ve had to rely on RCS thrusters.”

Walton could only watch as the massive white ship that arrived fired similarly massive beams that impaled the Borg Cube, carving out gaping tunnels through their enemy. She gave a low whistle in appreciation.

“I hope that ship stays on our side."

“Communications back up, Meerkat.”

[-the cube is immobilised and exposed. We're charging for another attack, but we need time. Sensors show no active weapon systems within the cube. If you can, destroy it from within. Ives, out.]

“Ives? Captain Ives? Huh.”

[Scylla to Meerkat, I will take point help guide the girl through!]

“This is Meerkat. Go ahead. Fighter’s damaged.” She yanked hard on her stick and fired her starboard thrusters to avoid a collision with a piece of debris. “Bulkhead, please tell me you fixed the engine.”

“This fucking <piece of shit> is not cooperating.” More expletives followed. “Wait, try now. You should have … sixty percent power now.”

“That’ll get me flying again. Thanks, love. This is Wolf Zero Nine to Allegiant and flight, I will be bringing up your rear.”

“Didn’t you just tell one of your other pilots not to come back into the fight until his fighter was repaired?”

“I’m going to pretend you’re not saying what you’re saying because I really don’t have the time for this conversation. Get me working weapons and whatever you can scrounge up for shields. I’ll land after this run.”

It was not until Meerkat had flown her fighter to within weapons range of the hole that the loud swearing from her companion paused long enough for him to let her know that weapons were working and the shields were faint, but enough to ensure they wouldn’t quickly die of radiation poisoning.

“I don’t remember you swearing this much before, Haq’r. Also, don’t remember teaching you one of those phrases you were just saying in my language.”

"Overheard it last week when you were ranting about one of the Valravn engineers."

“Uh-huh. I call bullshit. Here we go. Ready to take a tour of a Borg Cube?”

The attack run through the tunnel went well as Bulkhead stopped his swearing to focus on marking targets that the Allegiant and Scylla hadn’t destroyed yet. Given the proximity, she fired off only her micro torpedoes and phasers, making sure to leave her mark as deeply as she could. The most remarkable thing about her run was that her fighter held together long enough to make it, the combination of a slower impulse speed and heightened reaction times from her experiences and adrenaline ensuring she took no more damage while inside. She could see the exit in the distance as Scylla’s last transmissions came through.

“Wolf Ten no longer on sensors, Meerkat.”

Liliana slowed down her fighter in response, delaying her exit from the Cube. She needed to know.

“Scylla, this is Meerkat. Respond please. Do you require assistance?”
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: The Ostrich on March 06, 2019, 02:15:32 AM
[ Ltjg Jhozahosh “Blizzard” sh’Avhennes | Wolf-12 | USS Theurgy → Debris Field → Borg Cube | Azure Nebula ]

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With Wraith safely back aboard the Theurgy Jhoza swung her fighter around in a tight turn and shot straight back into the debris field. As she raced back toward the Allegiant another ship entered the battlefield, larger and more sinister looking than the Borg Cube. The vessel was unfamiliar to Jhoza, but nonetheless she felt dread at seeing the large ship hanging there, waiting.

”Its charging something Jhoza...” Trixie’s voice trembled as she spoke, and the use of her name rather than her callsign was another signal to Jhoza that the young woman was scared. Before Jhoza could respond there was a blinding light from the unknown vessel.

Three beams of powerful energy punched into the Cube and tore through it. Jhoza gave a whoop of joy as the new vessel began to turn, and carve three massive rents in the hull of the cube, eerily similar to claw marks. ”YES!!! TAKE THAT YOU METALLIC BASTARDS!!”

A moment later Trixie picked up a hail from their new ally and put it through their speakers. [All available ships, the cube is immobilised and exposed. We're charging for another attack, but we need time. Sensors show no active weapon systems within the cube. If you can, destroy it from within. Ives, out.] Ives? Wasn’t that the name of the Theurgy’s real Captain? Jhoza had no time to dwell as they received a second hail from the Allegiant. [Allegiant to fighter escort, follow our lead!]

Jhoza grinned and pushed her throttle to the max. Her Valravn jumped forward, as power surged through its engines. She was a fair distance from the Allegiant, and it was clear that it would take longer to her to go to them, and then through the Cube. Instead she plotted her own run through the nearest tear in the Cube. She would meet the Allegiant on the other side.

”Trixie, you have weapon control. Open fire the moment we’re inside, give those bastards all we have. Drop our Hellbores when we reach the middle of the Cube. I need to concentrate on flying.”

”As you say it Blizzard.”

Moments later their Valravn slipped into the cube, and Trixie opened fire. Jhoza couldn’t see the damage they were causing, but hoped it was significant. She gave a wild war cry as the adrenaline hit her system in full force. This was what she loved. Flying some hairbrained, super dangerous mission, and surviving. They were inside the cube, a Borg Cube! And they were kicking mechanical ass. From outside the Borg were tough to damage. But flying her Valravn through the middle of their cube, the Borg had little defence for that scenario.

She saw their Hellbores drop from the wings and yelled again as they detonated below her, vaporising large parts of the Cube. The fiery explosion chased them for a few seconds, but the Valravn was faster and left the wave of destruction behind. Almost too soon the manic run was over and Wolf-12 shot out of the far side of the Cube.

”WE GOT THEM TRIXIE!! HAHA!! THOSE FUCKERS ARE DONE FOR NOW!!”

”Keep it cool Blizzard. The battle isn’t over until the cube has been completely destroyed.”
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Auctor Lucan on March 07, 2019, 04:33:16 PM
[ Lieutenant Commander Jennifer Dewitt | USS Allegiant | Heart of the Azure Nebula ]
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The Allegiant was about to enter the damaged Borg cube. Eboh was still with them, saying that Six had been put into the transporter buffer. She was given a damage report as well, and Dewitt was confident that Izar's vaccine was working, at least for the time being. Evidently, the Theurgy has opened the aperture together with the Cayuga, and hopefully, they would be able to collapse the subspace tunnel. In the final moments before the Allegiant reached the middle rift that the Versant had carved into the cube, Jaya had asked if they were really going to do it.

"We sure are, Miss Thorne. I've seen you fly through the caverns of the Black Opal asteroid, so I have faith in you," she said, and then swore, seeing that the weapons rig in the airlock wasn't responding. "Bridge to Varder and Benmual! We're going into the cube. Lost connection to aft airlock rig. Get there and fire everything manually! Bridge out!"

There was music playing, for some reason that Jaya mentioned in passing, but Dewitt didn't have the time to silence it. Zyrao had managed to get the energy needed for the graviton cannon, and Dewitt was focused on deciding how to best use it, since it couldn't be swivelled out from the fuselage of the Allegiant. It could just shoot straight ahead. To begin with, she punched in firing sequences, listening with half an ear on what Thorne was saying. The fit of the tunnel was tight, which was made evident when the Allegiant came in contact on one side. Dewitt caught herself on her console, sweat beading her brow, but she managed to finish the firing command sequence, automating the rapid fire of the pule phasers and the micro torpedo launchers. Aftwards, the two security officers had opened the airlock and they were firing all of the hellbore torpedoes mounted on the weapons rig into the metal mass of the cube - the delayed detonations sparing their lives. Then, Dewitt had time to sort the use of the graviton cannon, with 2 kilometers of the tunnel to go. After Thorne said Wolf-10 was lost, Dewitt had her orders.

"Stay focused, Ensign!" she said, issuing the fire command for the graviton cannon. The lights on the bridge dampened when the amount of energy required depleted their reserves, and the beam lit up the interior of the cube - the graviton energy splitting apart jutting beams and obstacles in their path. "Have you heard of 'drifting'? That's what we'll do, Miss Thorne, so that we can slice up the belly of this beast. Cut the starboard thrusters, and then both, keeping the beam against the starboard side of the tunnel throughout the inertia! Now!"

The Allegiant kept on firing its other weapons, alongside the devastating, gravimetric force of the makeshift Asurian cannon. The flashing lights were like a stroboscope, lighting up the tense bridge and the faces of the remaining officers. On the viewscreen, because of the deceleration, they could see random drones bursting apart along with bared bulkheads and conduits. The micro torpedoes tore up metal and vanished down junctions - the detonations lost somewhere else inside the cube. The rapid pulse phaser bolts seemed blinding in the darkness of the cube's deep wound, and the constant of the beam was the only thing that kept Dewitt from having to blink with each impact. The cannon likely ate its way out of the cube - continuing outside the blackened hull - and if there had been any atmosphere inside, they had likely heard the tearing noise of parting metal reverberate against the hull.

Then, as suddenly as their attack run had begun, it ended in brilliant blue light, as if emerging from a deep den and soaring into a clear blue sky. Dewitt cut the feeds of the weapon systems with a few taps of her fingers, and then stepped out from behind the tactical station. "Evasive manoeuvres, but turn us about," she ordered, and once the Allegiant had made it's turn, the result of what they and the other Lone Wolves had done became clear. Wolf-10 seemed lost, and Dewitt could not spot the IFF of Meerkat either, but the delayed detonations of all the torpedoes launched inside the cube came next. There was no sound, but it was hardly needed, for the flares of the explosions could be seen in all three tunnel openings, and some even burst out of other parts of the ravaged hull. The density of the metal mass reflected the shockwaves of the blasts, and the effect was a lot more emphasised than any exterior impact could possibly be. Dewitt bared her teeth, in part fearing the worst for the Lone Wolves that may be trapped in there, but also unable to dispute the results of the attack run.

It was more than a critical hit, since the cube began to lilt sideways - altitude control lost as if its strings had been cut. All of a sudden, it was just as lifeless as the debris field around it.

"Scan for survivors!" she ordered Eboh, but her eyes had already picked up on the accumulating energy readings from the Versant. "It's firing again... get out of its sights! Now!"

Once more, the Versant fired it's three main cannons, and the beams began to crave into the cube from a new angle - this time letting the overturning motion of the cube work as the means to tear it apart. It did not take long until the hollowed-out cube fell apart, with nine metal pieces of the immense structure tumbling in different directions.

"Keep scanning, they might have been freed, and if we need to beam them aboard, that's what we'll do," she said, having spotted both Wraith and Blizzard on sensors, but not the others... before an audio message from the Theurgy came through.

[Mission Ops to the Allegiant and all Lone Wolves, there is no time to dock. Prepare to receive new shield harmonics and follow the Theurgy into the second aperture. Tow those who can't make it there on their own.] Dewitt couldn't quite figure out what was afoot, so she went back to the tactical station in order to check the readings herself. The first aperture was opened, the one leading to Borg space, only gaping wider than before. Apparently, the Theurgy had just opened a second aperture, far off to the side of the first. The hail continued. [Before you enter, load the new shields, or you will not make it through to the other side. Please acknowledge.]

While not sure of the intention, having understood that those apertures might lead literally anywhere... she also spotted a long procession of Borg cubes beyond that first aperture - heading straight towards them along that bared subspace tunnel. The sight of those readings had to be confirmed, so she keyed up the bearing on the viewscreen. And surely, there they were, the vanguard of the Borg, about to enter Federation space. The Klingon fleet, the Theurgy and the Cayuga had thrown all they had against the first cube including the kitchen sink... and there were ten more about to arrive. Beyond those first ten, more followed, popping up one by one on the sensors.

"This is the Allegiant," she answered the Theurgy, feeling how numb her lips were, "acknowledged..."

The Versant wasn't done yet. As one, the Savi dreadnought's torpedo launchers swivelled towards the broken pieces of the Borg cube, and fired a hailstorm of full-size tri-cobalt torps. "Helm, set a course for the new aperture", she said to Thorne, complying with the orders from Mission Ops, even though - despite the odds - it felt like they were no longer about to hold the line, and leave the entire Federation to its fate. She understood well enough that the present forces couldn't do anything against that many cubes, but what was the intent? It did not sit well with Dewitt, but at the same time, she understood the priority of the truth not being lost to the Borg threat.

When the Allegiant set a course to follow the Theurgy, the swarm of torpedoes from the Versant hit the remains of the Borg cube, tearing up the last chunks of blackened mass asunder. Only then, new sensor contacts lit up, and Dewitt's green eyes moved to the IFFs...


OOC: For this phase of the thread, you have a sequence in which 1) the fighter escort and the Allegiant clear the cube, and it's shredded within by the delayed explosions of the torpedoes, 2) Those on the bridge and behind the structural integrity field of the airlock can see how the Versant opens fire again, cutting up the capsizing husk of the cube into smaller pieces, 3) orders to follow the Theurgy into a newly opened second aperture comes in from Mission Ops on the Theurgy (likely Stark's voice) 4) the procession of new Borg cubes may be spotted in that first aperture that was opened, approaching them through the subspace tunnel 5) fighter escort report in to Mission Ops that orders are understood, and you may have to tow fellow Lone Wolves with tractor beams depending on what others post. 6) The Versant fires her ordnance of tri-cobalt torpedoes against the remaining chunks of the first Borg cube, making for nice fireworks. 7) In the end of your posts, your character might or mightn't spot a Type 11 shuttle leaving the Upper Shuttle Bay of the Theurgy, with a single Bajoran life-sign aboard. Furthermore, the Klingon fleet is in retreat as well, warping away out of the area. Even the Cayuga goes to warp, leaving. 8) End your posts with loading the new shield harmonics and following the Theurgy into that second aperture. Vox: If Wraith returned to the Fighter Assault Bay before the tunnel run, he would now have docked with the Theurgy, and his story continues in the tread named Injustice.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Masorin on March 07, 2019, 09:49:43 PM
PO2 Sithick (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Sithick) | Engineering | USS Allegiant ] attn: @Auctor Lucan @Firefox013 @Fife  @Jm Von Cat @patches @Vox @The Ostrich @Numen  @Nolan
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Sithick's head lulled to either side, his eyes distant as he felt someone moving near him, his head moved, attempting to bite out, but there was no heavy snap of his jaw, rather the reptile seemed to tired to actually move about, and with the added weight of Benmaul's exosuit holding him down he felt the sting of a hypospray, he tried to speak something, but it came out sluggish, so much so that his interpritary device couldn't make heads or tails of it.

then his eyes closed, his body too heavy to move. The sudden loss of gravity caused the world to shift under him, and he landed again moments later with a heavy thud, but there was only silence. followed shortly by the heavy breathfalls of the gorn as he started to sleep. His tongue lulling out of his mouth which dripped a steady line of drool. The Gorn was dead to the world which meant the surgery could begin.

The doctor thanked Benmaul for her help. "Sorry, you had thicker gloves than I do." He said pointing to her exo suit, something he wasn't really sure that the Gorn's jaw could have broken, crushed maybe, but not ripped straight through like he had one time prior with the medics arm. With the big guy sleeping, however it was easy enough to start making repairs, that the larger Gorn would have made much more difficult were he kept awake. "Who would have guessed that a giant death machine could be such a crybaby at times."

He shook his head.

Then there was the Cardassian Bajoran Hybrid. His second patient for the day. With the Gorn stable and breathing, he moved from one emergency surgery to the next assessing the damage, and applying treatment.

The man was concussed which was why he had such a hard time speaking, a large gash on his ridges, skull was fractured, he would start by checking cognition with a light into both his eyes, and then start working on the most damaged parts of the mans head.

He sat so that his knees locked Bila's shoulders and neck into place as he ran an Osteo-regenerator, working on fixing the bone structure first, unfortinuately unlike Sithick he needed to keep this patient awake since he was dealing with a concussion. "Bila can you hear me?"

"I'm giving you a shot of a stimulant to keep you from falling asleep, nothing strong, just like injecting a raktajino directly into your veins, you might be a touch wired, but i need you to keep still while I'm working on you." He said applying a hypo spray to the half-breeds neck.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: BZ on March 11, 2019, 08:42:58 PM
[Zyrao Natauna | Strategies Need Not Apply | When Can I Fire One of Those?  | Are the Savi Hiring a Strategist?]
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They were going in.

She understood the plan and prepared the power outputs to do what Dewitt needed them to as soon as she needed them.  She wanted Dewitt to have all the power that she could to put towards the shields and to power the graviton weapon they were about to use to turn the tide of the battle.  Zyrao was ready for some down time, she almost missed the Klingon ship she had come from.  Only because while they battled, and hard, they were quick about it and got the fuck out of there.  However, her ship had never encountered the Borg before.  Still, she was just ready for everyone to make it through.

As they slid into the large cavernous void that now had ripped apart the cube into three not-truly equal sections, she was ready.  Shifting all the power to the weapons that she could thanks to the engineering department and their work below.  Once everything began to happen, their beam began to carve another rivet of destruction through the cube, sparks flew, flames sparked, and the debris began to flow rather quickly through the now larger opening fissure.

Dewitt told them to move.

The bright blue lights from behind them were getting larger and brighter which could only mean one thing.  They were about to fire.  Zyrao was not ready to be space dust.  They moved as quickly as they could and there ahead of them where the lovely blue beams of the Versant were carving into the wreckage of the Borg cube while the Alegiant was working it's way from the destruction.  Another burst of blue torpedoes and the whole thing was destroyed.  The beauty of watching a Borg cube deconstruct and float about in space was just.. brilliant.  Zyrao felt a bit justified in the fact that there it was... just floating and regardless of survivors they weren't going to be able to do much of anything without their cube. 

She hoped they stayed out there and rotted away in space while the chill of the environment ate at their skin until it broke apart and just became more space debris.  Zyrao heard the information that was given to them. They were heading for the Aperture.  There, they would go through it and hopefully to a better, safer, place.  Though she wasn't sure, she could only hope that was the case.  Sera.... Sera you better get your ass in that ship before it goes. she thought to herself as she thought about what she needed to do.

“prepping power output for the shields.” she reported to Dewitt from her seat.  All the power they had diverted over to the graviton could be now rerouted to the shields.  They would need everything that they could get because of the aperture.  She got all the power systems set up so that Dewitt could, once again, deploy them when necessary.  Having her console in her own home language was essential for getting things done quickly.  Zyrao had always been quick to adapt to new situations and always quick to catch on.  Putting it in her own language truly made it easy. 

“Shield power is at your disposal.”
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Numen on March 11, 2019, 11:59:27 PM

[ Lt. JG Izar Bila (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Izar_Bila) | Engineering | USS Allegiant ]
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The hybrid seated against the wall, eyes tightly closed. he should be analyzing the progress of the nanoprobes in crewman Rodriguez, but there were too many stimuli around. Too much light Too much noise. Too many people.

Someone left the room. And someone else approached him and crouched at his side. Bila shrinked over himself, fearing... something. Everything. But whoever was beside him didn't perform the hostile action he feared. The half-cardassian soon heard the soft beeps of a tricorder. A medical tricorder? Possibly. That meant help. Bila's shoulders relaxed noticeably. But he kept his eyes closed... At least until the good doctor (if it was the doctor) decided that it was time to check his pupil reflexes forcing him to open his eyes and pointing a small flashlight to both of them. When he forced to open the inflamed eyelid, the chemist screeched pitifully. The whole area was a sore mess, which only got worse under the doctor's palpation. Luckily the exam ended as suddenly as it had started, and Izar got a little break.

One that didn't last as long as Bila would have wished, and soon the doctor immobilized him against the wallplates and began applying another medical instrument a few centimeters from his head. The buzzing was deafening, a cacophony of squeaks and hums. His skull seemed to vibrate like a damaged runabout. He noticed how the bones under his skin warmed and froze at the same time. His ridges ached and they seemed about to fall off his face.

The doctor said something. Bila knew the words. He KNEW he knew them. But they still didn't make sense. Despite this, he slowly moved his head and nodded. "A" he whispered, still using his first language. Whatever the human had said to him, it seemed that his response had been satisfactory, because the doctor continued to prattle, his tone professional and explanatory. Then he proceeded to pierced his neck with something. Bila hissed, more surprised than aching.

The effect was instantaneous. A rush of energy ran through his neck. His mind felt clearer than it had been in a time. Focused. Centered. Bila blinked a couple of times, before her pupils focused on the face of the human in teal in front of him. "Lukan ..." he whispered tentatively, searching the right word in his head. Surprisingly he could find it. And understand it. “Th-thanks, dok-tor”



Kardasi words from noxfox nx Kardasi, use with permision

a →  yes
lukan → thanks
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Nolan on March 14, 2019, 11:39:15 PM
[ PO2 Kythalie Benmual | Improvised Weapons Firing Pad | USS Allegiant ]

After unleashing hell into the cube and popping out of it Kythalie stood down on the weapon along with Varder. She had a grin across her face as it felt good to inflict that much damage to the ship in such a short time "Adapt to that." she whispered to just herself inside her helmet. She looked at Varder and gave a nod as there was no use for them out here anymore.  She passed him by, tapping his shoulder and informing him "Moving over to Sickbay in case they run into trouble there. The Gorn and infected crew you know..." she told him before she made her way through the ship to the Sickbay.

Once she arrived at Sickbay it seemed to be unresponsive to the controls to open the doors. She informed Varder of it and moved on as she jogged her way down to the Warp core. She figured the doc would still be there. Once there she found the Gorn in the same place before looking at Bila and the doctor. Her mental barriers were up and it was a most fortunate thing to be. If unprotected the waves of fear, pain and what else would've made little work of the Betazoid mind.

They seemed ready enough to be moved and she walked up to them "Doc, I can take care of the scientist. See I'll see if they can site to site you to Sickbay, I'll bring this one up." she said as she knelt next to Bila. She requested the site to site transport and any further orders after she'd be done with these.  After that she turned her attention to the Bajcardie. 

"Lieutenant, you ready to lean on me to get you to Sickbay?" 
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Fife on March 15, 2019, 12:34:26 AM
[ CPO Ekon Okotie-Eboh | Bridge | USS Allegiant ]
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The music that could be heard throughout the bridge was distracting at first, but a few moments later Eboh found himself focusing on the sounds. Anything to ignore the murmuring that had begun to drone on in the back on his mind. The sound persisted, like a mosquito flying next to your ear, impossible to ignore no matter how you tried, only this was no mosquito. Eboh knew it was the echoes of the collective. He knew, and tried desperately not to think of what it might mean.

Eboh glanced up at the viewscreen as they approached the cube, the opening of the tunnel looming ever closer as they made their approach. The thought of flying through the heart of the cube made Eboh’s guts clench, and he swallowed back the taste of bile that was rising in his throat. Eboh continued to watch the screen for a moment, watching the tunnel’s opening draw nearer like the dark gaping maw of some behemoth creature about to swallow them whole. Finally he tore his gaze away, returning it to his work, only to notice the blue illumination of the Azure Nebula disappear from the bridge as they passed through the opening and into the damaged Borg vessel.

Eboh was jarred against his chair’s restraints as the Allegiant made contact with the tunnel wall, leaving the shields somewhat depleted but holding. He could see the flashing of the ship’s weapons even without looking at the screen, the illumination of the various weapons casting strange glows over his console. The flashed played with his eyes, causing eerie distortions in his reflection on the console’s panelling. For a moment, he thought he saw his face covered with metal implants, the red glow of an ocular implant staring back at him. Fear seized him for a heartbeat before he blinked away the illusion. The itching in his left arm had slowly intensified, growing into a stinging sensation. Now he found the feeling had spread to his hand, the feeling making his skin crawl. Just your imagination, Eboh, he told himself, not for the first time, just your mind playing tricks.

His eyes were drawn back up to the viewscreen as the bridge was once more bathed in the shifting blue light of the Nebula, the sight bringing with it a sense of relief. They had made it through. As Dewitt ordered the Allegiant to come about, the cube loomed back into view. The sight of the holes they had passed through caused Eboh to again reflect on how mad an undertaking it had been. Then those holes were awash with the flashes of the detonating ordinance that the Allegiant and the Lone Wolves had left in their wake. Eboh couldn’t ignore the fact that the timing was perfect; the explosions bloomed at the same moment the murmuring in his head grew slightly softer, as though some of the voices contributing to the sound had been snuffed out. The sight of the cube brimming with explosions should have filled Eboh with a sense of joy, or hope, or satisfaction. The apparent correlation between those explosions and the murmuring he had hoped was simply his imagination left him feeling nothing but dread. He could no longer deny the fact that he was hearing the collective.

His horrifying conclusion, and the thoughts that accompanied it were interrupted when he heard Dewitt’s voice ordering for scans, looking for survivors. Eboh set to work, his hands trembling slightly as he worked them at the controls. At Dewitt’s call about the Versant firing again, Eboh looked up from his scans. He saw the aquamarine beams tearing through the cube once again, the intensity of the light causing him to squint as the beams torn through the cube with unimaginable ease. Again, the murmuring in his head grew quieter, confirming his previous conclusion. A pang of pain, quick and sharp, pulled his attention away from the viewscreen, back to his hands which still hovered over his console. The left hand again, the fact causing the queasy feeling in his stomach to grow. He flexed the fingers of his left hand for a moment before returning to his scans, trying to push the murmurs, the pain and the queasiness from his mind. Dewitt made another call, ordering him to keep scanning. He kept at his work, studying the scan readouts his station displayed until a call came in from Petty Officer Benmual requesting a site to site transport. ”Acknowledge, PO. Energizing.” Eboh replied over the comms as he initiated the transport from the Warp Core to Sickbay.

Then a transmission came though from the Theurgy.

[Mission Ops to the Allegiant and all Lone Wolves, the is no time to dock. Prepare to receive new shield harmonics and follow the Theurgy into the second Aperture. Tow those who can’t make it there on their own. Before you enter, load the new shields, or you will not make it through to the other side. Please acknowledge.]

He didn’t need to look at the sensors or the viewscreen to see the Borg Vanguard coming through the aperture to know of their arrival. He knew they were there. The murmuring in his head was growing louder, the voices of the minds trapped aboard the newly arrived cubes joining the muted chorus of voices that droned on in his head. The constant noise was starting to give him a headache.

At least, he hoped that was the cause of the pain in his head.

Eboh heard Captain Dewitt acknowledge the orders as he continued to scan for survivors, heard her call for Helm to set their new course. He blinked several times, again trying to focus and push the muted muttering to the back of his thoughts. ”I’m not picking up any life signs on sensors, Captain.” Eboh called as he poured over the readouts, ”there is a great deal of interference, I’m having trouble reading anything.” His attention was drawn to an incoming data package from the Theurgy, the new shield harmonics. Eboh quickly looked over the received data and glanced over his shoulder to the Captain. ”New shield harmonics received, ma’am.” Eboh reported, his eyes glancing away from Dewitt for a moment to take in the charred and smouldering body of Yukimura splayed on the deck. Eboh quickly tore his eyes away from the gruesome sight, glancing once more at Captain Dewitt at the tactical console before he turned back to his own station. ”Preparing to alter shields for travel through the apertu-AH!”

Eboh’s hands leapt away from the console, his right hand instinctively moving to cover his left as the hands pulled back against his chest. The pain had been more intense this time, a stabbing pain. It had felt as through something had been driving through his hand…

Or out of it…

Eboh knew what he would see even before he removed his right hand to examine the skin on the back of his left. The feeling of metal against his palm told him his fears were all too real. Even still, his desperate hope that he was wrong continued until he removed the covering hand. His eyes stared at the small metallic star that had erupted out of the back of his left hand, the points of the star spreading out over the dark skin of the appendage. He felt as though his heart had stopped, as though his guts had turned to stone. Horror crept deeper into his chest as he forced air out of his lungs, hissing the words ”Oh God…”.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: The Ostrich on March 16, 2019, 11:04:58 AM
[ Ltjg Jhozahosh “Blizzard” sh’Avhennes | Wolf-12 |Debris Field | Azure Nebula ]

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Jhoza grinned as she swung her fighter around, and prepared for her second run through the cube. Before she moved however, the Allegiant burst out of the cube. Jhoza’s grin grew wider. That was one tough ship. Her fingers were hovering over the controls, mere moments from thrusting her fighter into the cube again, when the Versant fired.

Three beams of pure energy lanced out and smashed into the cube. Jhoza let out a whoop of joy. She hadn’t seen this kind of firepower since...she couldn’t think of when, it was possible she had never seen something this powerful. Oh how she wished she could have been the one at the controls of the behemoth ship, firing those beautiful beams of pure destruction. Even as she sat and marveled at the attack, the cube broke up and a message came in for them.

[Mission Ops to the Allegiant and all Lone Wolves, there is no time to dock. Prepare to receive new shield harmonics and follow the Theurgy into the second aperture. Tow those who can't make it there on their own. Before you enter, load the new shields, or you will not make it through to the other side. Please acknowledge.]

”This is Blizzard, Wolf-12 acknowledges.” Jhoza quickly replied. Behind her, the Andorian could hear Trixie furiously tapping away at her controls, loading up the new shield harmonics.

She turned her attention back to the battle, just in time to see the Versant fire a volley bright blue torpedoes at the floating fragments of the Borg Cube. The explosions when they collided with the fragments were dazzling, and Jhoza watched with a look of awe on her face. She needed to get ahold of some of those for her fighter. She and Trixie would be nigh unstoppable with a few of those fixed to their wings.

She grinned, her antennae standing tall and proud in their sleeves. Victory against the Borg had been granted today through the actions of the valiant Starfleet crews, and honourable Klingon warriors. She was proud to call herself one of them. However all was not over yet. As she swung her fighter around and lined up with the designated aperture, she saw certain doom approaching from the other tunnel.

It was not in Jhoza’s nature to hide her antennae and run in fear. However there was a time and a place for a tactical retreat, and that time and place was now. She fed power to the engines, and her fighter jumped forward, racing toward the safety of the second aperture. As she raced for freedom, she noticed a small shuttle appear on her sensors, just launched from the shuttlebay of the Theurgy. A curiosity to be sure, but not one she had time to dwell on.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Firefox013 on March 19, 2019, 04:52:32 AM
[ Ens. Jaya Thorne | Bridge of the USS Allegiant | Azur Nebula near Borg Aperture, performing a "trench run" for lack of better words | How many lives must that accursed film take?]

Jaya felt a tear run down her cheek, she couldn’t understand why but losing contact with Wolf 10 was like getting hammered in the gut and she didn’t even know the woman really. “N-no signal from wolf 10…" She said, rolling around a bank, barely scraping the Allegiant through with another loud screech of metal and other materials. “Aaaaah! Shit, that was close!” The Allegiant managed to roll around some explosions, she hoped the boys down at the back were doing ok. “Allegiant to Wolf Zero Niner stay with us, were almost through!” Stated Jaya as she looked over to Dewitt who was still manning the tactical console. “Commander, sensors show were almost there-whoa!” Jaya hit the lateral thrusters just in time to avoid a collapsing gantry.

Jaya took some deep breaths, kept flying as Jennifer kept firing everything they could. “Relax ensign, they are seasoned pilots and just because we lost signal does not mean we lost Scylla, not yet, got me?” Jaya swallowed nervously and nodded to her superior. “Aye ma’am, I-I’ll keep that in mind.” She said wiping the tear running down her cheek, realizing she probably should have done that earlier. She checked her sensors. “There! We’re through!” She said, pointing to the gaping hole appearing ahead. “And there’s our exit!” She said, diving towards it, hands guiding Allegiant through more of the cube.

She laughed, hearing Dewitt speak of drifting, she actually had a program on the holodeck for that old type of motor vehicle racing that was popular in the late 20th and early 21st century on earth. Her hands flew over her console, doing exactly as told as the boys down in the firing rig area were firing their friendly neighbourhood Gorn’s prototype weapon, adding to their damage output nicely as Jaya made an Obscene gesture with her middle finger at the viewscreen showing drones running for cover and being annihilated in bright flashes of phaser fire or loud sonorous weapon detonation blasts.

The Small ship soon burst free of the wrecked Borg vessel, incandescent gasses and multicolored flaming eruptions and explosions were occurring in chain reactions through multiple physical and information systems within the Borg cube’s stricken, evil framework. Jaya, rolled and banked the Allegiant around, seeing where everyone was, the Theurgy, Cayuga, the Versant ship commandeered by their abductees. That was going to be an interesting story if any of them ever told it. “We are out, I don’t see any pursuing Borg probes or anything. What next Commander Dewitt?” She asked, just then there was a beeping coming urgently form her console and what she saw made her Jaw drop. Then the voice came over the comms after a staticky crackly series of subspace radio noises but was faint and not readable beyong a syllable here and there.

"Where is that coming from people?” Asked Dewitt as she looked around the bridge, the place looked like the aftermath of a Hurricane back in the late 20th early 21st century, before weather shielding tech was developed. The voice came over the comms more and more clearly. [This is Wolf *static* most down, fuselage *static and pops* repeat. *static and more intermittent words*] Jaya Blinked, then looked to Dewitt. “Ma’am, that… IFF signal unconfirmed but that voice, its her!” Just then a Valravn appeared on sensors, training a plume of gas and smoke from its port side thruster assembly, large charred scarred gouges were all over the bird, but it was still going.

“Wolf 10 confirmed Commander Dewitt, bearing one four four mark 3.” Exclaimed the young woman happily as Wolf 10 slowly approached. She angled the Allegiant around as the Borg cube began suffering even more catastrophic explosions, pieces of it flying everywhere as it died a fiery death, a slow, painful death at that time. [Mission Ops to the Allegiant and all Lone Wolves, there is no time to dock. Prepare to receive new shield harmonics and follow the Theurgy into the second aperture. Tow those who can't make it there on their own.] The hail continued. [Before you enter, load the new shields, or you will not make it through to the other side. Please acknowledge.]

Jaya was about to acknowledge when a heavily damaged Valravn fighter came to a skidding stop among wisps and flashes of damaged components, gases and other things as the darn thing looked like it went three rounds with a Klingon Dahar Master and lost, BAD. “Uuuuh, found wolf 10 Commander.” She said, pointing as she tapped an acknowledgement message into the comms to Ops, sending confirmation. “Now we just got to get the shields remodulated, what’s left of them.” She said, one eyebrow raised, eyeing the screen. [Wolf 10, *crackle pop* Allegiant, do you read me? Am trying to remodulate my shields, most of my systems are down or damaged and Whiteouts out cold. Alive but out.] came Sephiria’s voice over the subspace radio.

Jaya turned to Dewitt. “Commander, we need to help her, can we?” She asked as she looked around the trashed bridge and at her readouts that were not encouraging. She heard Eboh in his seat, seeming distressed, but she had no time for anything but keeping them going as best she could. She thinks a moment. “Hey, maybe we can somehow magnetize the fighter to the hull, use our own shields to help?” As she asked this the barrage of Versant torpedoes finished vaporizing the slagged cube in a rather impressive light show. Jaya was a bit too preoccupied getting in touch with Wolf 10 to look.

The Valravn got almost nose to nose with them as the signal cleared enough for Sephiria’s words to come through. [Wolf 10 to Allegiant, you hear me yet?] Jaya replied. “We read you Wolf 10.” Commander Dewitt then added. “Wolf 10, Commander Dewitt here, can you confirm getting the new Shield Frequencies?” The fighter Pilots reply was quick and not very good. Jaya looked to Dewitt. “We need to bring her back with us ma’am and losing that Valravn is a bad idea too.” Stated Jaya, waiting on her CO’s decision as to what to do with the heavily damaged yet still somewhat operational Warp Fighter. And to add insult to injury, Wolf 10 came on the line again. [Wolf 10 engines down!]

[ LTJg. Sephiria “Scylla” Arn | Cockpit of the Mk. I Valravn Wolf 10 | Azur Nebula near Borg Aperture| Just goes to show, there is definitely a Guardian Angel for fools, nutbars and crazy Joined Trill fighter pilots]

Scylla smirked, one eye closed and her armors visor cracked, left eye almost forced to stay shut by the trickling blood from the gash above her eyebrow. “Talk about a close one!” Was what she was thinking at the time, hands shaking a bit as she fought to stay together and get home. She looked over her shoulder to the slumped form of her RIO.  “W-well buddy, I know you’re alive.”  She gasped, groaning, feeling a rather sharp pain in her left calf and wetness. “God! I hope your j-just knocked the fuck out honey… we’re almost out… I think I can g-get us home.” She keyed her comms again, trying to reconnect, still getting static as she rolled the Valravn around a bend again, stuck at 2/3 thrust from the near catastrophic crash. Her hands grasped her controls shakily.

Finally, her subspace radio comms systems auto-repaired enough that she got a signal, the subspace carrier wave was real fucking screwy at first but soon enough it began getting better but it was nowhere near good enough and the whole place was beginning to blow to pieces all around her bird. “Well shit this aint good! C’mon Honey, lets fly on your Valkyrie’s Wings!” She slammed the throttles as far as the damaged engines could handle, the Valravn began picking up speed as she dodged around a column and found herself in a massive cavity and saw one side of a massive through and through not far off. “Hooooh! Please be the shorter exit route!” She beelined for it as more explosions rang, as she did, she dropped the last of her externals and smirks as she coaxed the fighter towards the exit she saw.

The Hellbores cut massive swaths in the cubes belly, Sephiria’s eyes were cold, heartless, as she flew, supremely focused on 1 thing and thing only, getting back safe, she couldn’t use whiteouts Emergency Beamout Device as the trigger in her seat was broken. “Great, all I need right…” She grumbled to herself as she managed to get out, but an explosion slammed her fighter sideways, Jarring her in her seat. “D’OH! Damnit!” Her shield readout went down to 10%. “Double D’OH!” She tried her comms again, getting a visual of the Allegiant and Meerkat not far off, she grabbed her controls and began transmitting a hail on the busted-up subspace radio of her fighter.

“This is Wolf 10 to anyone nearby, shields are nearly down, RIO knocked out Emergency Beamout Device disabled. Fighter Fuselage and internals heavily damaged, request assistance." Was her call as she hit the thrusters as best she could, as high as they would go, barely 1/3 top speed but she started chugging along none the less, trying to rendezvous with the others while repeating her message every few seconds, hoping she got spotted soon.

[Mission Ops to the Allegiant and all Lone Wolves, there is no time to dock. Prepare to receive new shield harmonics and follow the Theurgy into the second aperture. Tow those who can't make it there on their own.] The hail continued. [Before you enter, load the new shields, or you will not make it through to the other side. Please acknowledge.]

“Oh, fucking great! Just what I Need, don’t you dare forget me!” She said as she banked the bird, pulling up and around the heavily damaged Allegiant, getting nearly bumper to bumper to them, tapping comms. “Wolf 10 to Allegiant, you hear me yet?” She asks, getting right up almost nose to nose with the damaged scout vessel. The reply then came. [We read you Wolf 10.] Replied Jaya. [Wolf 10, Commander Dewitt here, can you confirm getting the new Shield Frequencies?] Asked the Commander, Sephiria's reply was quick. “Aye ma’am but I can barely move. And my shields are really weak.” As she spoke a red light flashed on her console as sparks flew and her engines died. “Well shit!” She keyed her comms. “Wolf 10 engines out!”

Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Jm Von Cat on March 22, 2019, 01:51:05 AM
[ PO1 Varder Ridun (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Varder_Ridun) | Aft Airlock > Bridge | Deck 01 | USS Allegiant ] @Auctor Lucan @Nolan
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Varder kept his head down, eyes on his task. Keeping the improvised emplacement powered, setting delayed timers. Yet it was hard to miss the mass of the cube beyond the airlocks opened doors as the Allegiant powered through, the vastness of space seemingly vanishing as the size of the Borg cube truly engulfed the scout ship.

Moments.
That is all it took, then they were through the cube.

To say it shrank into the distance is an overstatement, then the Allegiant turned, Varders view was cut off and he had his duties to perform. A glance to Benmual, a nod back to him, then a tap on his shoulder. "Moving over to Sickbay in case they run into trouble there. The Gorn and infected crew you know..." ... He returned the nod, but said nothing. He knew what her words meant and had no desire to think more on it than that.

Instead, he busied himself with powering down the airlock emplacement, with it ordinance spent it now had no use and power was a resource with better uses elsewhere. It was a brief task and swiftly done, its competition being met with brief words from Benmual on the status of sickbays doors.

He left the airlock, closing the exterior doors as he did. A brisque pace took him past the sickbay doors, then through the security checkpoint and onto the bridge. His gaze flicked over each member of the crew present, lingering on Eboh. Any concern his expression held hidden behind the plates of his helmet.. beyond Eboh there were screens, the information displayed catching his eye. A shuttlecraft leaving the Theurgy, aboard was a single lifesign.. a Bajoran one.

For what purpose, he as yet did not know.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Auctor Lucan on March 22, 2019, 03:24:17 PM
[ Lieutenant Commander Jennifer Dewitt | USS Allegiant | Heart of the Azure Nebula ]
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The answer in regard to whether or not the Fighter Escort had made it through was revealed gradually. Wraith and Blizzard had been located, and Scylla had come to them for assistance. Dewitt had heard Eboh, however, and made her way there first. The source of his distress was apparent, as the light of the Azure Nebula caught the metal star that had sprouted from the man's hand. This was the same time as the Wolf-10 announced that she had no engines left. That meant no shield, nothing. Quantite core offline. If Scylla lingered in that cockpit without shields, she would be irradiated by the nebula.

"Eboh," she said, laying her hand on his shoulder and talking to him directly. "Stay with us now. Focus. Here is something for you, and you should put everything else aside, you hear? Lock on to the two life-signs in that fighter, and beam them aboard, okay? When you've done that, I need you to tow the Valravn with our tractor beam while we escape through the aperture. You hear me? Now focus, and follow my orders, and don't think about anything else. I am getting help for you."

Her frown of concern almost looking like a scowl, she stepped away and hit her combadge. "Dewitt to Izar, come to the bridge. Whatever you can do for Eboh, you need to do it now," she said, and paused by the command chair. "Bridge to Doctor Hernandez, we have two new patients coming to the transporter room. Get there on the double and make sure you scan for radiation poisoning. If there are any engineers still on their feet down there, tell them to divert power to shields and engines. It doesn't look like we need our weapon systems any more."

Indeed, sensors were showing the approaching procession of Borg cubes, but they still had time to escape if they began to move right away. Sensors also showed how there was a shuttle leaving the Theurgy, which Dewitt frowned at without comment. It wasn't the Sabine, but one of the regular Type 11 ones. She laid both her hands on the back of her chair and dealt further orders to those present on the bridge. She'd spotted the arrival of Varder Ridun, so she glanced towards him first. "Petty Officer, please go help Hernandez with the pilots. They might need to get out of their suits in order to be treated. Unless Benmual is already on the way, tell her to take your place here." She needed some kind of back-up if Eboh's assimilation was accelerating. She then turned to Zy. "Miss Natauna, continue looking for Wolf-09. If Meerkat and Bulkhead are still out there, I want them with us through the aperture. Eboh, keep your focus on towing the Valravn."

Then they received a call from Mission Ops, it was blinking on Dewitt's armrest, so she reached down to receive it.

"This is Mission Ops," It was Stark answering on the squadron channel they shared with the Lone Wolves, and there was an odd sort of coldness to her voice, that even the comm system could pick up on. Distant, almost harsh. "Get your birds into that aperture and steer clear of that shuttle. That's carrying..." there was a pause and then, "Its going to stop the Borg. Don't ask how, don't interfere, just get you and your Wolves out of here, now. Thats an order, lead. Acknowledge."

Looking at the sensor reading of that single shuttle they were leaving behind, Dewitt's stare was incredulous. Sensors just showed that single Bajoran life-sign aboard it. Still, she wasn't going to question it. "You heard it. Helm, take us in, and catch up with the others."

With her green eyes nailed to the viewscreen, Dewitt remained standing behind her chair, both hands still on the back of it. The opening was dark, but inside, there was shimmering light along the walls. Being a subspace tunnel, it looked like the kind in which you wanted to stay in the centre lane. Dewitt was no scientist, but she knew enough to be convinced that the ship could not hit those sides. And once they were inside, it became clear that the tunnel wasn't a straight line either. Far from it. Even worse, it appeared like the walls were narrowing in against the Allegiant. Like a throat, swallowing her down. "God dammit... Helm, focus on the path, nothing else. Eboh, keep the Valravn from hitting the tunnel. I fear the walls will tear both ships back into normal space if you fail, or they will just obliterate us... Natauna, I think we need more power to the inertial dampeners."

They tunnel forced the Theurgy, the Allegiant and all the Lone Wolves to give each other enough room to navigate the coiling path, and at the same time, avoid the walls that were encroaching upon them. Perhaps they were shifting to accommodate the shifting mass of the group of ships, yet despite the challenge of navigating it... the Theurgy was plummeting through the tunnel as if the Borg were right on their heels. The helmsman of the Theurgy was preforming high-impulse acrobatics inside the narrow passage, and the Theurgy was the biggest ship in Starfleet. Dewitt saw how two of its nacelles were offline, leaving a trail of plasma, and a third one looked like it was about to shut down any second. Bright fires and hull breaches riddled the surface of the Theurgy, just like the Allegiant. With every sharp turn or banking the Theurgy made, Dewitt thought the starship would connect with the sides of the tunnel. It put her nerves on edge, and she really wanted a drink.

"Steady," she said quietly, her fingers white as she held the back of her chair, still standing. If Izar and Benmual had come, she hadn't acknowledged it. Sweat beaded her brow, and she never looked away from the view-screen...

Then, the sensors gave them nothing, and it appeared like they were speeding straight into a dead end. Her eyes went wide...

...before she realised that they had reached the end.

They shot out of the end of the tunnel, returning to normal space - absent of the nebula's blue light.

Only then did she let out her breath, and she looked down to the deck, the rush of the tension leaving her feeling like euphoria. The Theurgy contacted them, telling them to bank away from the exit of the subspace tunnel. "Well done, Thorne, now clear away, and take us towards the Theurgy. Allegiant to Mission Ops, requesting permission to dock, over."

In the corner of the view-screen, the sensors were still re-calibrating. They had no idea where they were...

...but they had made it through. Dewitt allowed a small smile to come to her, as she looked around to the others.


OOC: Here is some inspiration for your last post in this thread! :) No posting order set, but if you are depending on another writer to get your own post up, chat with them. These are just suggestions! @Firefox013: Pretty straight-forward, but I also recommend you read the subspace tunnel flying taking place in Space Trash Rampage and Chapter 05: Battle of the Apertures for inspiration. Please refrain from NPCing Dewitt now that Thorne doesn't need her input to fly. Also, post how Scylla and Whiteout materialise on the transporter pad on the Allegiant. @Masorin: Perhaps NPCing Rel and Hernandez, unless Sithick comes to? @Fife: Have Eboh beam over Scylla and Whiteout, then have him stay sane enough to keep the Valravn from the sides of the tunnel? lol @Jm Von Cat: Scylla and Whiteout are transported to the transporter room, and Dewitt has sent him there. They need to get out of the exosuits for treatment, perhaps? @The Ostrich: Check Space Trash Rampage for inspiration on how to write the subspace tunnel escape. Please NPC Wraith and establish that he is also flying through it? @Nolan: Watch over Eboh, and share in the scare of the flight? @Numen: Eboh needs maintenance treatment of some kind! @BZ: Could you please establish how Bulkhead, Meerkat's Klingon RIO finally gets in touch with Zy, telling her that Meerkat is hurt and that he is flying the Valravn from the back seat through the aperture? This, to foreshadow how Meerkat has to be put in stasis when they are back on the Theurgy. This is your last post in this Chapter, before the Epilogue begins, so make it count! :)
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: BZ on March 22, 2019, 09:06:20 PM
[Zyrao Natauna | Clench your Butt-Cheeks Boys | Death Tunnels are a Great Ride | Time to Move On | Dear John Letter to the Borg]
@Auctor Lucan @Fife


The cry from across the small Bridge did not just gather Dewitt's attention, but the attention of the El-Aurian who sat at her station trying her best to get everything done she could to boost the ship.  There was something sprouting from the hand that held out towards the view screen where the vibrant colors of the nebula glances over it.  No. she thought for a moment as she surveyed the fact that while whatever the hell they had been injected with had worked on slowing down the assimilation that Eboh .. was living his own worst fears at the moment.  Zyrao was not overly fond of those that could speak mind to mind, and yet, she found herself regretting that her own race did not have such abilities because honestly she wished that she could give him a boost without making the damn thing public.

Dewitt made her way to him, and Zyrao reached down to where the disruptor she had been given back for the mission rested.  Pulling it out, she put it on the console to the side.  It wasn't on fire at the moment anyway but honestly, if he began to talk in odd voices, or start shining lights from his eye balls she was certainly going to make the hard call.  Having met the man, and knowing that he had run in with the Borg before.. she knew that he would not wish to be one.  He had asked for reprieve and she would give it to him if it was in her power.

They could call her murderer, she already was one.

Another wouldn't matter.  In fact, this was one that would be a pleasure. 

Suddenly, she realized that someone was speaking to her.  Grey eyes shifted from her thoughts of having to do what was necessary and what she needed to take care of right now.  Wolf 09 hadn't reported in and they were still missing.  It was apparently her job to see if she could locate the wayward ship.  She gave Dewitt a single nod in affirmation finding that words were not always necessary.  Especially when eye contact was still happening.  She set the sensors that were on her panel and in her access to search for the last known signs of the Wolf.  She knew that they had subspace signals and she should be able to find their specific numeric coding and ping right off of them.  Sure enough, she was able to find them.  They were currently working their way through all the debris and it seemed their trajectory was working it's way back to the Allegiant

“I've found them, contacting now.” Zyrao reported calmly. 

Despite all the chaos that was going on around her on the Bridge she remained an island of calm despite it all.  She had been in worse, survived worse, and this, with the addition of the Verant, had allowed for them to have far better odds than other situations she had lived through.  Right now, she just needed to keep her eye on Eboh and make sure that if the call was necessary she took it.

“Wolf 09, this is Zyrao Natauna, from the Allegiant, come in.”  she called out over the com system once the signals connected. 

There was nothing.  Just static in the open channel. 

“Wolf zero-nine, this is Natauna, come in.” she called again, waiting for some kind of answer.  She sent her scanners back to the ship again now that she knew where it was.  Scanning it for life signs, sure enough the two people were there, and the com system was open, which meant that their com array was not damaged and not receiving. 

“Wolf zero-nine, I suggest you answer before you become space fodder for the Versant and the Borg.” she quickly said again into the com unit.

Finally, there was some sort of change in the static and then the voice of Bulkhead came through the com unit.  “Cool your jets, lady, I'm busy flying this thing arOU-” he cut out for a moment and she watched on her sensors as the jet shifted quickly over some flying debris from one of the large rips in the Borg cube.  “around things.”

“Congratulations on your promotion to decent pilot.  You're to follow us into the aperture.” she said rolling her eyes, the heavy sarcasm could be heard and felt.  “You can get your fancy medal for excellent fighter pilot when you get back on board.”

“Fuck you, Meerkat is down, knocked out, I'm flying this bastard from the back seat.  Get over yourself Natty.” came the voice in the channel.

Zyrao grinned.  “Fighting spirit, who knew, use it and follow us or get your asses left behind.” she said and killed the channel.

“They're on their way.” she reported to Dewitt who had likely heard it all anyway.  She kept her eye on Wolf 09 though just in case and sure enough they were now behind the Allegiant and working their way through towards the Aperature where they would head through and get, hopefully, away from the damn Borg and whatever that other ship was.  Whatever it was, she hoped that they could steal their tech because whatever could carve a fucking Borg Cube up like tissue paper was something she would love to get her hands on.

Her eyes turned to the view screen now that she was sure that Wolf 09 was following in their wake.  There she could see the walls of the tunnel, they shimmered just slightly, so you knew where the walls were but you couldn't really see them.  It was like you could see it out of the corner of the eye but when you looked directly at the walls the shimmer was much lighter.  Still, she was eager to get out of here, and never run into the Borg again.  She hoped against everything that Eboh wouldn't need a disruptor bolt to the back of his head, but, she was prepared for when he did.  The walls seemed to be shifting and the tunnel growing more narrow as the Allegiant rushed through the Aperature and towards the freedom they all hoped was on the other side.  Dewitt seemed to realize that they were going to need some boosting and called back to Zyrao to switch power over to the inertial dampeners.

“Sure, but it's going to take from our shield.” she informed without really having to do the math, she knew she was going to have to get the power from somewhere.  The graviton wasn't in use anymore and she had rerouted all the power back to the shields where she could but now she took some of that power back away and pushed it to the dampeners.  She hoped that the numbers she was seeing on her screen would be good enough to allow them to make it out on the other side alive. 

Finally, they shot out the whole, just as it seemed they were going to impact some kind of dark wall.  News came from the Theurgy to clear away from the aperture and so the Allegiant did just that.  Dewitt requesting the ability to dock and hopefully .. get medical help for the one of them on this ship that was going to need it the most.  Zyrao had, not yet, relaxed in her seat.  Her eyes shifted over to Eboh and all the suffering he was going through. 

“Eboh!  Don't forget you owe me drinks.” she called out across the bridge now that his job was mostly done as well, she hoped, that it would give him something else.. something besides the Bridge to focus on.  “You want to hear my story, don't you?”
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Numen on March 27, 2019, 02:30:52 AM
[ Lt. JG Izar Bila (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Izar_Bila) | Engineering | USS Allegiant ]
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Just as the echoes of his voice thanking the doctor's ministrations faded in Engineering, the door hissed. Bila's head flopped in his slender neck to look at it and whoever came in with that hissing sound. It was her. Kythalie. The hybrid's heart went up to his throat and his stomach fell to his feet. His heart rate accelerated in his temples and wrists and the chemist didn't know if it was due to ther presence or it was just the adrenaline shot. So he did what he seemed doomed to do in her presence. He babbled.  Choking on his own tongue. His brain lost the connection with his mouth again. For a moment, Bila feared that the concussion had not healed. That the Doctor's care had only postponed the inevitable for a few seconds and he was halfway to the Celestial Temple. Thinking panicky about his imminent dead only worsen the situation to the point that he was only able to emit a pitiful wail.

Unaware of the anguish she caused in the chemist, Benmual knelt beside him. Polite and charming as only she knew how to be. So Bila did the only thing he could do. He shut his mouth in one fell swoop. He did it so quickly that he bit his tongue. Bila closed his eyes, squeezing his eyelids tightly. Trying to deal with the pain in his mouth, the dizzyness that still seized his trobbing head and the shameful brown blush that coloured his pale cheeks. To make things even worse, she offered to carry him, allowing him to lean against her to reach the sickbay.  Bila opened his eyes exorbitantly, as the heat rose rapidly to his cheeks. He knew he should look like a Dosi (https://memory-alpha.fandom.com/wiki/Dosi) clown at that moment.

Even so, determined not to gloat any more in his self-consciousness around her, the hybrid merely nodded enthusiastically. He repented instantly. After all, Dr. Hernandez had only patched him to keep him going. He was far from being at his capabilities, however pathetic they might have been. He must remember to take it easy from now on. "Can you hand me my briefcase?” he asked. His voice sounded high-pitched even in his cardassian hears. Bila wanted to faint so he wouldn't have to deal with more embarrassment.

While he was pushing himself against the wall to try to get back on his feet, his combadge sudenly chirped.

[Dewitt to Izar, come to the bridge. Whatever you can do for Eboh, you need to do it now]

The short phrase in the captains femenine voice  was a jar of cold water. After all, they were in the middle of a battle. And he was a Starfleet officer. No matter how much Benmual's presence made him involute into a squeaking jelly mess, he couldn't forget his duties.  He must quit being a baby and bear his pain and Kyth's presence as an adult.

Gathering all the resolution he was able to muster, Bila stood on his feet and ran an arm over the Petty Officer shoulders. When she held him, passing her arm over his waist, the hybrid gasped slightly. Not because of the nerves this time, but possibly because of another contusion or broken bone that had gone unnoticed so far gifted him a sudden pang. He held back his desire to weep and moved resolutely forward... Well, in fact, he staggered and limped towards the door, leaning on Kyth's slender figure. But in spite of everything, he felt it like a victory. Small, for sure, but a victory after all.  Izar raised his hand to the badge and pressed it, opening a comm with Dewitt. "Acknowledge, on my way" he said in his most professional voice.

Then, they both abandoned engineering, leaning against each other.



Lt. JG Izar Bila | Upper Corridors → Bridge | USS Allegiant ]

The journey to the upper corridors was made almost silently. Bila hummed and puffed. Every part of his body ached or throbbed. Dark and brown spots danced in front of his eyes. Sometimes, his head threatened with black-out him, but every time he managed to get over it before falling to the floor like a dead body. He staggered, groaned, snorted. But he kept going.

"You know," he said at one point, to tear the agonizing silence that had thickened between them.  Bila turned his face to look at her and in his hazel eyes flashed a bit of the mischief that characterized him. "Every time you found me, I'm in one of my best moments, when I am most handsome than ever" he joked, a painful smile in his shaggy face. Maybe it wasn't the best sample of his wit, but it was an improvement. His smile widened and looked again in front of him... only to discover that the other security NCO was there too, walking in the opposite direction. The gaze of the half-bajoran intersected with that of the bajoran and the scientist felt how the blush was taking hold of his face again. And Bila wasn't sure if it was due to his obvious demonstration of weakness or to the unprofessional image he was giving of himself.

Whatever it was, that chastised him enough to keep him quiet until they reached the bridge. When the door hiss went off behind them, Bila could hear the end of the Theurgy transmission. They would head one of the appertures soon. He knew it was a real madness. The slightest mistake could suppose that the starship was torn to pieces and that all of them were reduced to stardust wandering in the subspace. His face, so tinged with blush in the last few minutes, suddenly paled. "yumaý?" he muttered for himself. He looked into Kyth's black eyes, not sure if she understood the complicated journey they were going to undertake in mere moments. "I think I'm going to need you around a little more," he said in a thin voice, swallowing. And after whispering that plea, he limped to where Eboh was tied to his seat.

A quick glance at the other hybrid told him that things were worse than he expected. Assimilation was advancing faster than planned and a metalic star had sprouted in the dark half-El-Aurian hand, like a wicked omen of what was to come.  For a few seconds, Bila was tempted to comm Hernandez to request that he surgically remove that metallic aberration. It wouldn't stop the nanoprobes from advancing, but maybe that way they could pretend that nothing was wrong with the Chief a little longer. But they would need Eboh in the Bridge, so the chemist dismissed the idea.  They couldn't waste time just to give the dark-skinned man a little hope.

Izar fumbled with the clasps of his suitcase and in his struggle, it felt to the floor. He leaned over, trying to grab the handle of the case, only to quickly lose his balance and fall to the floor. His mistreated body hit the floorplates with a loud thud that ripped the air out of his lungs.  Bila gasped again, black spots again over his sigh. Kyth took the briefcase and placed it on a console nearby. Then she hurried to hold him, trying to get him back upright. Hanging limply over her shoulder, the hybrid approached his lips to her ear. ”It's close," he whispered, his voice firm, denying the charade he had performed. "Prepare your weapon, we may need it soon."

He moved away from her, staggering slightly to reach the briefcase and remove the tricorder. A quick scan told him what he already knew, but he kept his expression vacant. Searching again in his valise, he extracted a hypospray with the same neural supresant that the modified nanoprobes produced in Eboh's veins. Another vaccine dose would be useless, so it was the only solution left to slow down the assimilation.  The disadvantage was that the vaccine would degrade sooner, so Bila should keep his full attention on the progress of Eboh's assimilation... or he should order Benmual to act and end him.

After the application, he tried to give Eboh a comforting smile, but he didn't succeed. The Chief didn't need to be very sharp to know that he lived on borrowed time if they did not arrive at the Theurgy soon. Without straying too far from Eboh, Bila leaned on one of the walls, tired from the mere fact of standing. His eyes averted to the main screen andwatched the ominous aberture.

He swallowed loudly. Another time.

And, unconsciously, he extended his left hand forward, until his fingers intertwined with Benmual's and squeezed them.



OOC:
Kardasi:
yumaý? → "really?" or "for real?"
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Fife on March 27, 2019, 06:01:17 PM
[ CPO Ekon Okotie-Eboh | Bridge | USS Allegiant ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan @Numen @BZ @all
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Eboh’s attention was pulled away form the metallic addition to the back of his left hand as he felt someone touch his shoulder, hearing Dewitt’s voice speak his name. He turned his head, looking up at the Captain with a fearful expression. She kept speaking, telling him to stay with them, to focus. He heard her, though in his shocked state her words sounded muffled, distant. Still, he tried to focus.

Dewitt gave him something to work on. The pilot and RIO of the Valravn fighter needed to be beamed aboard and the fighter towed. She told him to focus again, and said she would get him help. Eboh gave her a weak grin, appreciating the sentiment, though he understood his situation all too well, and knew that he was in serious trouble. The fact was that he was turning, albeit slowly, and his time was slowly running down. Eboh dropped his gaze away from Dewitt, returning it to the metal that now adorned the back of his hand. Yes, time was slowly slipping away from him, though he still had some. Enough to do some good before they had to put an end to him. Before he became a threat.

”Aye, ma’am.” Eboh finally said, pushing his hands into motion with great effort. He heard Dewitt speaking to Izar on the comms, asking him to do what he could for Eboh. The half El-Aurian winced at this, both from the knowledge that he would have to deal with Doctor Frankenspoon again, and that there was likely nothing the scientist would be able to do for him regardless.

Pushing those thoughts aside as well, Eboh set about his task. His eyes fell on the sensors readouts, seeing the state of the damaged Valravn fighter and it’s crew. The Valravn was in rough shape, having taken a great deal of damage in the encounter with the cube. The two Starfleeters it carried seemed similarly battered, with one’s life signs registering weaker than the other’s. Eboh quickly set about his task, though was unable to put his current plight out of his mind with the metallic star on the back of his hand in plain view as he worked the console. ”Transporter lock established.” Eboh reported before keying open a comms channel to sickbay. ”Eboh to sickbay, prepare to receive two more patients, one unconscious with weakening life signs.” Eboh closed the channel and tapped a few more commands into his station. ”Energizing.”

As the transport initiated, Eboh saw some fluctuations and quickly worked to compensate. The Nebula again, the ambient radiation continuing to interfere with everything he did. A few quick adjustments to compensate and the transport was completed. ”We’ve got them aboard,” Eboh reported, ”initiating tractor beam.” Once the tractor beam took hold of the damaged fighter and they were moving towards the aperture, Eboh heard Dewitt address him again, stating that should the fighter hit the walls of the tunnel, it could result in the obliteration of both ships. Great… Eboh thought to himself as he made adjustments, bringing the fighter in closer as they towed it along, no pressure… Then another voice called out to him.

”Eboh! Don’t forget you owe me drinks.” He heard Zyrao call, causing a slight smile to cross his lips despite the severity of his situation, ”You want to hear my story, don’t you?”

”I haven’t forgotten, Miss Natauna,” Eboh called back, turning his head slightly to be heard while still keeping his eyes on his console and the readouts of the tractor beam, ”I look forward to it!” He was, too. He only hoped he’d live to get the chance to hear the El-Aurian woman’s story. At this rate, he was doubtful as to whether he’d get the chance. That thought left his feeling sad, regretting the fact that he most likely wouldn’t get the opportunity to talk with her. He’d had few opportunities to speak with someone of his own species, and now that the chance had presented itself, it seemed the hourglass was running out for him.

Izar appeared at his side then, a quick glance telling him the half-Cardie looking significantly worse for wear. Kythalie was there too, the Betazoid staying close to Izar. A moment later Eboh understood why as, having dropped his suitcase, Izar bent to retrieve it only to end up on the floor himself. Kythalie had to help the scientist to his feet, supporting him as he injected Eboh with something. As the new medication entered his system, Eboh heard the whispering drone of the collective begin to fade. Had Izar given his a neural suppressor? Something to help block out the voices. He doubted it would do much to slow his assimilation, thought he reprieve from the constant whispering voices was a blassed relief which allowed his to concentrate. The weak attempt at a smile that Izar gave him left Eboh little doubt. Hope was not something any of them held at this point. He wouldn’t be getting to hear Zyrao’s story after all.

All thoughts of such things fled his mind as they entered the aperture tunnel, his focus remaining entirely on keeping the towed Valravn from drifting into contact with the tunnel walls. He may be doomed, but he would do everything he could to ensure the rest of them survived. A grunt escaped him as he felt a sharp pain in his side, the sound forcing it’s way through clenched teeth as he concentrated on the console in front of him. He didn’t need to look to know another implant had forced it’s way to the surface under his uniform, and he didn’t have time to worry about it now. He needed to make sure the rest of them made it through. He needed to make sure that the rest would survive, even as his own time seemed to tick away.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: The Ostrich on March 28, 2019, 07:59:07 AM
[ Ltjg Jhozahosh “Blizzard” sh’Avhennes | Wolf-12 | Subspace Tunnel ]

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The great maw of the aperture loomed before her. In that moment Jhozahosh sh’Avhennes felt very small and insignificant in her fighter. Her Valravn was not even 20 metres long, yet the mouth of the aperture was large enough to comfortably swallow the Theurgy, which was over a kilometre in length. Around her Jhoza was aware of the other fighters of the Lone Wolves Squadron, as well as the Theurgy and Allegiant. She slipped into place behind the Allegiant, making sure she had plenty of room to maneuver however she needed. Moments later, she crossed the threshold.

The journey inside the tunnel wasn’t at all how she had hoped it would be, it was better. Subspace turbulence battered the small fighter, and Jhoza whooped with joy as she rode the waves. She was dimly aware of Trixie in the back seat, swearing creatively as the pair of them were thrown and the fighter was shaken to its limit. Today had been an amazing day. First, an epic battle against a Borg Cube, including a hair raising run through the middle of the Cube. The Cube had been destroyed, and now they were running for their lives through an unknown Subspace tunnel. This was what Jhoza lived for, the pure rush of adrenaline which came with such dangerous situations.

Unfortunately for Jhoza, the run through the tunnel was over too soon. The swirling tunnel walls gave way to the blackness of space and Jhoza smiled to herself as she banked away from the tunnel exit and decreased the speed of her fighter. As she came around she caught sight of a flock of pink creatures. They were quite beautiful, and she allowed her gaze to linger on them as she they crossed her line of sight.

”You ever seen something like that before Trixie?“

”I haven’t...they’re beautiful...what do you say we head home now?”
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Masorin on March 28, 2019, 05:29:57 PM
PO2 Sithick (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Sithick) |Engineering | USS Allegiant ] attn: @Auctor Lucan @Firefox013 @Fife  @Jm Von Cat @Vox @The Ostrich @Numen  @Nolan
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The doctor was getting ready to start moving Sithick trying to figure out how to bring the massive lizard to sickbay without the use of a transporter would have been difficult, but that was when Sithick started to wake. Drugs never lasted long in the body of a cold blooded reptile, their body processed things too awkwardly. Not to mention that Sithick's mass required massive dosses for even half the effect it was no wonder to see the large Reptile start to move.

"Sithick can you hear me?"  The Gorn let out a sluggish yawn as he nodded his head stretching, and pulling himself up, his uniform normally so pristine had a burned hole through it where his chest had been shot by the plasma bolt, and he surveyed his body.

New growth and scales were always more bright and itchy than the normal skin he had to deal with, he had been through this before, it would be at least three days before the scales hardened to their normal texture, until then they would be overly sensitive. He took a deep breath filling his lungs for a moment and testing his lungs as he remembered feeling like his chest couldn't expand after being shot.

"You had three broken ribs, and were bleeding profusely, it took a little bit of work to get you on your feet again, how do you feel."

"Pain, but good." Sithick's voice spoke, but not his translator, he touched at his neck where the device was, and found a sharp sting, he pulled at the collar, ripping his clothing further to look down. His translator had broken into several small but sharp pieces. He sighed. "I'll need new tran'sh-lator."

He looked around seeing the damage the allegent engineering bay had suffered. He tapped the comlink. "Sithick to Dewhit? Wassk my weaponz any uze? Did Zhe cannon work asth intended?"

Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Jm Von Cat on March 29, 2019, 10:00:50 AM
[ PO1 Varder Ridun (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Varder_Ridun) | Bridge > Transporter Room | Deck 01 | USS Allegiant ] @Auctor Lucan @Nolan
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"Petty Officer..." Break out of thought, now is not the time. Listen.

"...please go help Hernandez with the pilots. They might need to get out of their suits in order to be treated. Unless Benmual is already on the way, tell her to take your place here."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Then turning, leaving back out through the doors of the security checkpoint. He mouth was moving to form words, instructions to Benmaul left dead as he saw her assisting the Cardassian halfbreed. His injuries looked as severe as when Varder had last seen the man, yet he was still moving. A brief sidestep took the Bajoran from the pair's path and he offered a small nod as they made their way past and to the bridge. Normally he would help, but he had his own task to perform.

Turning to the transporter room and coming to an abrupt halt, the doors attempting to slide open.. only managing a slow grinding movement before getting stuck partway open. Through the gap, he could see the Valravn's crew on the transporter pad. There is where he needed to go and the way in was clear, if only in the mental sense. Varder knew what must be done.

He turned, sidestepping into the gap the doors and leaning his weight back, hands pressed forward against the section in front of him. Then pushing, exerting himself even with the exo suits aid, straining against the shaken and damaged door until something gave.. The doors opened, accompanied by the sound of screeching metal and a loud thunk... The engineers would not be happy about this, but at this moment he did not exactly care as he stepped through the now open space and towards Scylla and Whiteout.

He got down on a knee between them, reaching towards the unmoving one of the pair. Talking quickly, softly.
"You are on the Allegiant. Talk if you are able. Tell me what hurts where or anything of relevance."
Then he continued.. Checking suit seals for breaches.. working to remove Whiteouts helmet, moving down from there to clear the suit away from obvious injuries and checking for joint and system lockups. He knew what he was doing, more so than most thanks to Eliska's pointers earlier. A glance over his shoulder showed the doctors arrival, he soon took over Varders place on the unconscious Andorian flyboy.

Varder had done what he could for Whiteout and now turned his attention to the conscious one of the pair, first going for her helmet. Once more checking seals before its removal, narrating what he was doing just before he started to do it and reacting to deal with any injury or damage she pointed out to him.
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Nolan on March 29, 2019, 04:57:22 PM
[ PO 2nd class Kythalie Benmual | Warp Core Room -> Bridge | USS Allegiant ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan @Numen  @Fife  @all

The Bajcardie had seen better days, that much was for sure. Kythalie removed the helmet of her exosuit and discarded it by the floor plating as her lush hair sprung around, yet not all over the place as right after a shower. The woman looked at the scientist with some worry as the doctor finished up on his work and the bridge contacted Bila to get up to them. Kythalie did what she had to do to help the man up on his legs and as he instructed her to get the case she did just that. The gyros in her suit adapting to the extra weight and not really offering her much trouble to carry both Bila as well as the briefcase.

The ship still shook and felt unsteady as it was undoubtedly doing some sort of evasive flying. It made the way to the Bridge somewhat longer as Kythalie could feel Bila's full weight rest against her as the ship tilted too much to her side. The stair up would prove a challenge yet the woman knew better then to be pessimistic. It would only make things harder for Bila undoubtedly.

You know, every time you found me, I'm in one of my best moments, when I am most handsome than ever"

The words of the Bajcardie made Benmual snicker as she glanced over at him. The dark black pools of her eyes looking into the sparkle of mischief that burned in Bila's eyes. "Is that so lieutenant? I suppose I should stop making it a habit to run into you when you're all battered and bruised. I hate to see you on a bad day actually..." she teased him as she helped him mount up the stairs. Once they reached the top they crossed Varder and Benmual nodded at him "Come on LT not that far anymore."

As they entered the Bridge the end of the Theurgy's transmission could be heard, though Kythalie picked up the promise for drinks between Zyrao and Eboh. She had to smile as she brought Bila closer to inspect Eboh. She walked over to the dark skinned man and as she looked over his shoulder, she could see the metallic star on his hand. It made her swallow hard and she could feel her gut clench together as she placed her hand on his shoulder. A simple gesture to let the man know he wasn't alone. She looked at Bila as he simply fell back to the ground and she decided to help him out by placing his case on the console and opened it up to him. She watched him inoculate the El-Aurian with a shot and waited patiently.

He gave her a fair warning that she had to keep a close eye on Eboh. She swallowed and gave a short nod as she felt the Bajcardie hold on to her hand and squeeze it. Kythalie could understand why he'd be afraid, petrified even. She gave him a short squeeze back before she placed her other hand on the hilt of her hand phaser. She looked around on the bridge as they entered the aperture. She swallowed as Eboh did his work and as the tension grew higher she whispered to the man "Stay strong Eboh. Seems like you're getting a second chance to use those grandpa seduction skills again." She couln't help but chuckle as she teased the man and in all seriousness however she whispered the next line in his ear "We're here if you need anything else, just give me the word."
Title: Re: CH05: BL [D06|1110] No Milk Run
Post by: Firefox013 on April 02, 2019, 04:13:02 AM
[ Ens. Jaya Thorne | Bridge of the USS Allegiant | In transit from Borg Aperture | Just got out of the frying pan, hopefully into a plate or something not the fire]

"Ok so we’ve got the pilot and RIO of Wolf 10 aboard and now were headed into this aperture after the shield modifications were completed… this is going to be fun with the amount of ship’s involved in us getting the fuck out of here!" Spoke Jaya as they followed on task.

Jaya’s hands were flying over the console, switching between the stick n LCARS as she moved the Allegiant into the spiralling energy maelstrom beyond the Borg Aperture, bracing as they got Schwooped in along with so many others, Jaya’s focus was scalpel sharp though and she deftly maneuvered the scout ship almost as elegantly as if it were one of the Wolves in their Warp Fighters.
“Hoookay, just like if NASCAR racing and World Rally Championships had a love child!” She stated, dodging around a couple fighters. Then Jaya’s heart sank in her chest even further from what she and the others saw next as they got their first good look at the Theurgy in what seemed, at the time, an eternity. The poor lady was not looking very good, but she was intact, the leading lady of Starfleet still very much in the game, they hoped.

“Commander Dewitt… I think, we just made it…right, we got out of there, we are going to be ok for a bit now, right?” She said softly, still flying, eyes calm but voice shaky, she was having trouble containing her fear some but was still doing a fine job focusing on getting them through. The young helmswoman kept at it, staying alert, remaining as centered as possible along the crowded conduits length as they move at unimaginable speed towards some unknown destination.

Then, as quickly as it began, the trip through the conduit ended, the vessels emerging from trans warp into normal space. As they did, each ship cleared the drop off area of the conduit they took to make room for any ship’s following. “All right, we are through… now I wonder where we are.” Spoke Jaya as one by one each ship that got through reappeared on sensors in their vicinity.
 
[ LTJg. Sephiria “Scylla” Arn | Cockpit of the Mk. I Valravn Wolf 10 + Transporter room of the USS Allegiant | Azur Nebula near Borg Aperture and transiting through the aperture| Sephiria must feel like a cross between a pin cushion and Captain Obvious]

Well now she’d done it, the Valravn up and croaked on her, total power loss, Sephiria thunked her helmeted head gently on the side of the cockpit. “Oh! This is just fucking fantastic! First, I almost crash in a cube, then I barely make it here and now ye bloody died on me!”  She slammed a fist on a dead console panel and sighed. “Well now what?” Just then a familiar harmonic hum was heard as energy wrapped around her. “Oh, that.” *transporter flash*

Sephiria, soon after, found herself keeling over after rematerializing on the Allegiants transporter pad after being beamed out as the craft went towards the aperture, towing her fighter with a tractor beam, she groaned, slamming against the small Pads back wall, Whiteout was on the floor, the transporters having detected his condition and rematerialized him on the floor so the doctor present was able to check him out more, she reached weakly, smiling and helped them by hitting the helmet detachment toggle of the armor , the helmet visor unfolding into its open position which also made it easier to disconnect from the armor itself.  She had seen and heard the rather handsome looking Bajoran security officer get close to Whiteout, asking questions and suppressed a giggle then spoke to him. “He’s out cold… please just help him…” She coughed, a bit of blood flying from a cut on her lip. “Sorry.”

She then collapsed back again, removing her helmet for the medic as she sat there with her back to the far wall of the transporter pad, there was a bad looking gash in her side, the suit had stemmed most of the blood flow but the cut wasn’t exactly shallow or small. “Heh…heheh…L…Lieutenant, J-Junior Grade Arn…” She coughed a bit and smirked. “Reporting…” She passed out, darkness taking her for a moment but soon was yanked right back by a medic not being gentle enough. “Whoah there!” She croaked weakly. “You gunna buy me dinner first?” She said then fell silent, just waiting, not wanting to distract them too much from helping her and her RIO, one of her few real friends since the accident years ago.

“Dun worry… I’m not gonna do anything stupid…” She said as if speaking to Whiteout even though he was totally unconscious at that time, she sighed. “Thanks kid… we both owe ye one.” She said, closing her eyes, waiting, letting the medics do their thing.

- FIN
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