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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH2: S [Day 2 | 2315 hrs] For all the blood-tainted stars...

Last post by Ellen Fitz - August 28, 2025, 04:00:51 AM

[Romulan Warbird | Battlefield]

A D’deridex warbird ripped free of its cloak, green hull flaring. From the command chair, Captain Valen’s gaze burned with contempt. The Federation crew had dared strike at a sacred research facility of the Empire, had dared to steal what Romulan minds had crafted in blood and secrecy. Such insolence would not go unanswered. She’d tracked their path back to these coordinates and lay in wait. Waiting for the time when her surprise strike would do the most damage.

“Unleash the fighters,” Valen spat, the order a lash of fury.

Bay doors yawned wide, and a new squadron of sleek, modified Scorpion-class craft screamed into the fray—each armed with the standard assortment their ships were expected to carry along with a few extra enhancements, compliments of the very facility the Federation crew had dared to steal from.. Disruptors lit the void as they tore toward the Federation fighters, their formation precise, merciless, inevitable.

The warbird shimmered once more into invisibility, shifting position for its next strike.

Reinforcements for the Romulans...good luck!

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 2: S [Day 02 | 1630hrs] Cat's in the Cradle

Last post by joshs1000 - August 28, 2025, 03:43:17 AM

Lok almost whimpered in disappointment when Dominic pulled away from him but he did his best to maintain his cool and collected demeanor, even as that deep voice invited him to join the Lieutenant in the shower. Punctuated of course by that tail brushing against his tense body and arousal which elicited a shudder from the large man.

Taking a breath, Lok watched Dominic’s nude form pad towards the shower, his golden eyes absorbing every moment of the powerful male form, the way he carried himself, how his muscles moved and flexed beneath his immaculate pelt. Of course even as he watched his mind was moving at a million kilometers an hour, mostly from pure excitement, but also the fact that he had just taken shower and there still was plenty of actual work to be done; but the allure of his fellow kzin seemed to take all precedence in his mind in a way he had not quite experienced before, perhaps it was instinct or the expectations of something more than he was used to, either way he found his legs moving to follow.

Am I really about to do this, he wondered to himself, not out of some sudden apprehension, well perhaps a little apprehension, they were in sort of a public place after all, but just the excitement of being intimate with someone. It was enough to lighten his dulled spirits as he approached the alcove.

His throbbing arousal seemed to lead the way as he stepped into the alcove, the pleasant sensation of warm water splashing over his fur and skin once more, but even so he could feel the warmth radiating from Domonic as their bodies were forced together in the tight space. Of course Lok needed no prompting from a glorified shower to get closer to the object of his desire and once he was fully reacquainted with the water he closed what little distance remained between the two. He wrapped his arms around the big cat’s waist and pressed his member, glistening from the water cascading over it, into Dominic’s crotch. Another shudder racked his body as his organ made contact.

He looked up into Dominc’s eyes with a small nervous but excited smile, he took a moment to appreciate that for once he was not the tallest person in the room; feeling bold he lifted himself up on the balls of his feet to plant a small kiss on Dominc’s snout. He pulled back with a bigger more playful smile as he watched intently to see what the larger male would do in response. He didn’t wait too long though as he had some other business to attend to. Not wishing to be the only one in the confined space with his tackle fully out, Lok slid one of his hands from Dominic’s waist to come to rest on the male’s own sheath. He wasted no time in taking a hold of the thick pliable flesh and slowly stroked along its length, squeezing gently with his fingers to get a feel of the manhood that was hidden inside.

"I haven't done this in a while", Lok admitted with a grin.

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: EP 2 S: [D3 | 0015hrs] If You Want Blood, You Got It

Last post by Dumedion - August 25, 2025, 06:44:11 PM

OOC – continued directly from previous post
[PO2 Kino Jeen |Deck 11, Vector 01 Lower Shuttle Bay] @Ellen Fitz @Griff @RyeTanker @rae @Tae @joshs1000 @Stegro88 @anyone else
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“Just being a smartass. Lets get you out of here – are you hit?”

Momentarily distracted while she waited for the LT to respond, Kino eased her weapons down; everything hurt, now that the adrenaline rush had subsided, but she managed to haul herself upright with only a grimace. The ship heaved as power fluctuated wildly, plunging the upper level of the shuttle bay in crimson-strobed darkness; something rolled across the deck at her feet – Jeen’s eyes flicked down and quickly dropped a pistol to grab and secure her helm. Unfortunately, in the same second, disruptor fire erupted all around them, blasted into the deck, the walls, while a few punched into the glass windows of shuttle ops - blowing them out with percussive snaps of energy-laced shards.

With nowhere to go, Kino threw herself into the human with enough force to knock them both into cover behind a plasteel support pillar. Both scrambled to untangle themselves before peeking out to return fire; Kino held herself low, phaser and disruptor angled, while the LT fired high with steady lances from his own sidearm. The Romulans, wiser now, remained in cover near the stairs, but held superior numbers; sustained suppressive fire forced both Kino and her would-be charge back into cover within seconds.

“They’re gonna flank us if we don’t move,” Kino shouted as she holstered the disruptor and primed a flash-bang. “Push to the stairs,” she added with a quick jab of her pistol, “on three!”

Finally, the dazed lieutenant seemed to focus, returning a quick nod. At "three!", after the flashbang blew, he duly pushed on to the stairs through the concealing smoke. Unfortunately, one of the Romulans, having noticed the flashbang, and protected themselves, did the only that she could: a wild charge, disruptor blazing randomly. By the time she and the human spotted each other, there was no time to shoot. She simply speared him, slamming the man against a bulkhead, making him cry out in pain. The Romulan desperately twisted away, raising her disruptor, but was too late.

The phaser that hit her head was only a heavy stun, but it was enough. She fell onto the deck, dead in an instant. The human hesitated, horrified by what he had just done, and only just snapped himself awake in time as emerald bolts blazed around him. On impulse, he grabbed the dead Romulan's disruptor, set it to its highest setting, and began firing at the Romulans with both weapons, the disruptor blasting away their cover. The weapon wouldn't last long, but it didn't need to. The lieutenant, his bald scalp sweating profusely, clearly had no idea how to shoot in such a manner, but it was enough.

"Move!" he shouted amidst the bedlam of battle.

The armored Trill grit her teeth and fired a suppressive burst before she bounded to the LT’s side, firing on the move. She didn’t break stride once she reached him, only barely sparing the dead Romulan at his feet a glance, before the pair of them headed down the stairs, ducking incoming fire hot on their heels. At the lower platform junction, Kino suddenly froze mid-step at the sound of two high pitched whines. It was a sound she’d only heard once before – but it was unmistakably Romulan – and unmistakably deadly; sure enough, the little bastards rolled into view just as she started backpedaling: plasma grenades.

“Cover!” Kino screamed, firing at one in panic, which managed to blast the thing back around the corner while her elbow shoved the man back behind her. Only one of them was armored, and she wasn’t sure how much help that would give regardless – still – her body twisted and wrapped around his, trying to offer as much protection as she could as they both fell onto the stairs. There were two consecutive blasts, followed by heat and light and a crash of thunderous air pressure. Kino tasted blood in her mouth and smelled the worst kind of smoke: burnt hair, fried electronics, hot metal – strong enough to force her to cough. She looked at the LT, dazed, trying to shake it off.

“You okay,” Jeen wheezed, trying to pick herself up, armor charred and still smoking. The back and side of her head felt like it was on fire, no doubt a shade darker now – but she’d deal with that later.

“I…I’m not sure,” Leavitt answered in a hesitant, confused stammer, trying to gather himself, get to his feet, and help the security officer all at once. Jeen’s comms crackled to life as emerald bolts once again filled the air around them, which added even more stress to the situation, as he recognized the speaker almost instantly. Zark sounded more serious than he’d ever heard the Andorian: all business, even curt. Before he could really even process what was happening to her or worry about it, a hand gripped him by the forearm and he was running again, following the white-haired Trill deeper into the shuttle storage area, firing blindly over their shoulders.

“Copy,” Kino yelled as they ran, then killed the channel. They both slid into cover behind an unpowered warp naccell of one of the shuttles, low crawling under the craft’s belly to pop up on the other side by the vessel’s nose. “We’re in a corner, but at least we can see every approach now,” she panted, then jerked her head to the other side. “Scope that side – we hold here till the calvary comes,” she asked, “unless you have a better idea?”

“Is there a calvary coming,” Alistair half asked, half wondered aloud; he’d hoped to get out as soon as his security protocols had been implemented to fortify the bay’s automated launch systems against enemy intrusion, but hadn’t been fast enough before the Helmet’s shields fluctuated enough for the enemy to board the ship. By the time the evac order came, the Romulans had pinned him in place, which is where is new-found friend had found him.

“There better fuckin’ be,” Kino grunted as she returned fire, dropping two Romulans brave enough to try to charge their position out in the open, while their friends stayed in cover. “I’m out of grenades and we have nowhere to maneuver.”

“I can try to power up the shuttle – get us some shields, at least,” Alistair blinked, thinking rapidly. “I’m no pilot, but it shouldn’t be –“

A rapid, hammering chorus of weapons fire interrupted him; a literal storm of it, aimed down from the upper level they’d just ran from – chewing into bay behind the wrecked, smoking hull of the runabout Kino had destroyed moments earlier. Emerald blood and viscera splattered into the air as bodies fell in bursts – followed by another chirp of Jeen’s badge.

[“Better late than never, but we’re here,”] Agans’ voice greeted her, [“brought you a present, too – grabbed one of the Accipator’s from the armory while Falvar got patched up.]

[“Right shitstorm you stirred up here Jeen,”] Falvar added, grunting over the percussive bark of his rifle.

“You beautiful bastards, about time,” Kino laughed in reply, the nodded to the LT as she readied herself to move. “Gimme a sitrep – how many can you see up there?”

[“Maybe forty,”] Agans answered, followed by another four second discharge of concussive thunder. [“Maybe a few less – three strike elements, one falling back to their birds, two in flanking columns.”]

“Hit the flanks. I’ll push up the middle,” Kino nodded, then glanced at the LT. “Hunker down here – if they push past my guys up top they’ll come right at you – keep them off my six.”

Alistair let a slow breath out, then nodded and readied himself. “I don’t like this plan,” he added quietly, to no one and everyone, even himself.

Jeen’s coms crackled to life then, filled with Hirek’s honeyed voice: sounding equal parts amused and sarcastic. Jeen listened as her mind churned, trying to do too many things at once; in that moment, she wasn’t entirely sure what to do with him or what he meant by ‘wolfie’ friend – nor did she have the time to dwell on it. “Grats on not getting dead – keep up the great work. Love to chat more, but we’re a little busy at the moment,” the Trill replied curtly. “Link up with someone and keep going I’ll call you later!”

[“Uh, boss – “] Falvar started, only for Agans to interrupt with a drawn out [“Ohhhh, shiiiiit.”]

Kino peaked around the hull of the shuttle to see what fresh hell had arrived, and froze; one of the Theurgy’s own fighters was suddenly drifting into the bay, its hull halfway delineated by the neon bright line of the force-field. It pivoted in place, as the Helmet continued evasive maneuvers – tilting and rotating in place like a gyro-ball to maintain orientation. Kino didn’t know much about the Wolves or how they did what they did, but the sight of it was impressive enough for her to momentarily forget about the dozens of Romulans trying to kill them.

Disruptor fire reminded her of that fact quickly enough.“The fuck are they doing?!” Jeen shouted after ducking back into cover.

Twin whines, loud enough to set her teeth on edge, suddenly provided an answer.

Jeen’s eye widened. “Cover, now,” she screamed, over Falvar and Agans' repeated cries of “oh shit – shit – shit.” Kinothrew herself over Alistair again, locking them both on the ground and as tight against the bulkhead as she could – as the entire shuttle bay erupted in a roar of percussive sound. The fighter angled itself downward mid-bay, its underslung turrets unleashing a deafening barrage of fire in a strafing run that ate up anything and everything in its path: deck plates shredded – shuttles were chewed up in explosive shards of detonations – Romulans simply burst apart into explosive mini-clouds of green meat and blood. The fighter drifted horizontally to one side of the bay, it’s shields lit to life in a crackle of energy as it drug itself along the wall; the cacophony of mass-railgun fire never ceased – every Romulan shuttle burst apart where it laid – filling the bay with even more destruction as the craft’s power cores were punctured and ruptured out in emerald arcs of high-static discharge. Debris and shrapnel filled the air, ripped into the fighter’s shields to bound off into the walls, the deck, and other shuttles. The fighter pivoted again, angling up to the higher level, chain-linked rail-gun fire peppering up the far set of stairs to eradicate the line of Romulans attempting to flee its wrath. Its engine wash super-heated the railing, blasting both Falvar and Agans off their feet where they hid, sending their armored forms tumbling back into the far wall with grunts of surprise and fury.

The shuttle-bay was a wrecked ruin by the time the onslaught ended; silent but for the crackle of flames drowned out by the throaty hum of the loitering craft’s engines.

“We gotta go,” Jeen shouted at Alistar, almost completely deaf to her own voice. At any other time, she would have found the look of sheer agreement and enthusiasm he gave her amusing, but it clearly wasn’t the time. She crawled off and stood, helped him up, then ran out into the open to look for a clear exit. Smoke was filling the bay, but her eyes caught the fighter’s ident just as its nose swung around back towards the void – already boosting forwards to rejoin the fight: Wolf-16.

Alistair stumbled to her side, coughing and wafting the smoke from his face. “We need to go – we have to purge the bay, to get these fires out,” he hacked.

Jeen nodded, wiping blood from a gash on her head she didn’t remember earning, then tapped her badge. “Rally up boys, we’re leaving,” she wheezed, then followed the LT through the growing fog of dense, death-saturated smog to the exit. “Jeen to SecOps – vector one shuttle bay is secure, but inop. We’re purging atmo to contain the area and setting fields in place. Requesting new tasking.”

As they left, the LT turned to the console just beyond the exit to work his magic. Jeen doubled over without preamble, coughing to clear her lungs; bloodied spit hacked up, as every wound in her body stung. Hate to be that pilot when this is over, she thought sardonically – knowing there’d be hell to pay for saving their lives.

“Holy shit,” Agans laughed around his own coughing fit, “that was the craziest shit I’ve ever seen!”

“Wolves are insane bro,” Falvar agreed.

Kino laughed too, despite everything. “Yeah, we should buy them a drink when they get outta the brig.” When she looked up, her amusement died promptly as the lithe and deadly sight of Deputy Ida strode into view as the human finished tapping out a series of commands across the console behind her; there was a muted thump of air pressure, followed by the tumbling vibrations of objects bouncing and grinding across the deck as wrecked shuttles and debris were ejected into space.

“Well,” he breathed, “what now?”

Jeen grimaced as she stood upright and met the Deputy’s eyes with a nod. “Something tells me we’re about to find out.”

OOC - special thanks to @Griff for Alistair's input and participation.

Main OOC Board / Re: Main OOC Thread

Last post by Pierce - August 22, 2025, 11:01:16 PM

Sorry everyone for not getting to anything this week. Finally got a little bit of clarity in my job situation so should have a little bit of time to write next week. In the meantime, I'm going to spend the weekend reading up on posts so I know what I'm going to do. I'll try and at least make a post on Monday in each sequential day.

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Topic: EP 2 S: [D3 | 0020hrs] Heavy is the Head

Last post by RyeTanker - August 22, 2025, 07:25:32 PM

[Negh'var class battleship KDFS Kajanpak’t] @joshs1000 @TWilkins @Brutus @Ellen Fitz @rae @Nesota Kynnovan

Space was alive around the behemoth of a vessel and she shook as Romulan disruptor and torpedoes slammed into her formidable shields. Captain Vojurn smiled as he ordered his helmsman to roll the ship to Port and push the bow down. One of the large and unweidly D'Deridex class vessels entered the forward arc of his ship. "Fire!" the Klingon ordered, with a barely detectable level of glee, to his weapons officer and the dual heavy disruptor beams lanced out at the target. A volley of photon torpedoes soon followed. The shields on the target ship flared, trying to beat back the brutal assault and it appeared to work as the warbird continued on apparently intact. The torpedo strike gave lie to that impression as the first two slammed into the shield bubble and detonated to no apparent effect. Then the third impacted and it's energy sheath helped it to slip through what was left of the Romulan energy screen. Captain Vojurn snarled happily as an explosion blossomed on the hull sending flaming debris and atmosphere into space. The remaining three projectiles followed their brother in and the warbird seemed to hit a wall in space as the target was violently pushed downwards by the following explosions. Canines bared, his next order was a matter of instinct "Finish it off!" the Captain yelled across the acrid smokey bridge. The weapons officer was only too happy to comply as he pressed the button activating the heavy disruptor again. The two green beams smashed their way through the remaining hull and pierced into the empty space between before boring their way into the dorsal section of the ship and eviscerating its belly in fire and fury.

Captain Vojurn had been hoping for an explosion to confirm the kill, but it was not to be. Maybe he'd hit his target too hard and vaporized any power sources in the area before they could explode. It didn't matter as a practical matter though as the Romulan ship simply lost power and tumbled away, a massive glaring hole going through the ship.

He looked around for his next target when a communication icon blinked on his chair console. It was from Major General K'mprot, the squadron commander who was in the flag command area on his ship. The captain masked his annoyance at being dragged away from the battle and received the call. "Yes General?" the ship master asked in a distracted tone as he absorbed tactical information and planned his next move. A good working relationship between a flag officer and his flag captain was important to squadron operations, so the General let the tone go. Besides, the Captain was doing a very good job and it was more glory to him. "Captains, it looks like the Romulans have a vendetta with the Starfleet vessel. Their blind arrogant commanders have lost track of the battle and are focusing on the human ship. Two dozen Romulan vessels are headed towards the asteroid field. We're getting a scambled signature along the estimated course that Theurgy took. Presumably the Romulans have been tracking their quarry at closer quarters than we have, so they have a better idea where the Starfleet vessel is. This presents us a window of opportunity with some deadly bait. I'm uploading manoeuvres and the attack plan to you and attack squadrons 9, 12, and 38. Match the full impulse Kajanpak’t and fall into the designated attack formation. Light units, screen the redeployment."

Captain Vojurn quickly looked at the plan and he smiled at its audacity. It wouldn't even take that long given how complacent the Romulans were being. And launching shuttles. Shuttles of all things! He liked a good knife fight as much as the next Klingon, but the warrior inside him wasn't a greenhorn berserker, launching blind attacks. It had to be the racial arrogance of the Romulans. They wanted to bask in the glory of the capture. Fools!

Then he saw what he considered either the most stupid action being taken, or the the most brilliant deceptive ploy ever deployed in combat as the something was hurled at the Romulans, greatly disturbing the field. The explosions of the debris were visually impressive, as the enemy ships ran head long into the fast flying debris. If nothing else, at least their sensors would now be confused. Starfleet type energy signature bloomed as it appeared Theurgy took advantage of the chaos and utilized their full range of actual weapons to engage the pursuing Romulans and several ships broke apart under the assault. Good! The Federation still knew how to fight. "Target the central cluster of warbirds, full disruptors and maximum rate of fire on for torpedoes!" The Captain of the battleship stared at the tactical display and watched as the enemy were closing on the interfering asteroid field and flew straight into the overlapping cones of fire, and waited with bated breath as the confused enemy entered the final field of fire and he felt his blood rush again as he gave the order.

"Fire!"

Space blazed green and red as the Negh'var and a dozen Vor'cha class attack cruisers swooped in to the area behind the USS Theurgy and filled the space behind the Starfleet vessel with disruptor and torpedo fire. The attack took the confused enemy by even more complete surprise and the results were telling. Another giant D'Deridex's wing collapsed as the dual heavy energy beams sheared them off before causing the rest of the hull to buckle in flame as systems overloaded and feedback loops overwhelmed the power systems. A pair of Valdores were slammed aside by a torpedo barrage and one wreck rolled into the path of the other where the two ships collided and exploded before spreading metal and bodies all over the asteroid field. The Romulan formation attempted to scatter when they realized they'd been trapped and ships tried to fly off in all directions as fire rained down from all angles and shredded them to incandescent ruin while the wall of debris built up. Another Valdore imploded as it ran into the lost singularity core of another destroyed ship before its own core also violently imploded and winked out of existence.

The Romulans woes were not yet complete as the Starfleet vessel seemed to come to life once more as a curtain of point defence phaser fire mixed with the oncoming disruptor fire, shredding the vulnerable shuttles that were trying to land more boarding parties and Romulans died in scores as the thin hulled shuttles simply disintegrated under the volume of fire. Broken ships tumbled while battered ones scattered, many trailing plasma and atmosphere as they sought safety in flight from the deadly trap their own hubris had created.

The General roared at the success he had generated. It was a glorious day indeed with a dozen and a half enemy ships destroyed and countless numbers of enemy slain. Certainly one for the anals of history. But there was more glory to be had. "Attack squadrons 12 and 38, pursue those honorless petaq and make sure none survive! Squadron 9, form up with the Kajanpak’t and prepare to cover the human vessel while we clean out the vermin on board. Open a channel to the Theurgy." There was a brief moment as the communications officer punched in the sequence and confirmed a connection. "USS Theurgy. This is Major General K'mprot. We've received the message about sending over reinforcements and I'm afraid that two squads will not be sufficient. I have six hundred warriors here looking to come to grips with the enemy in personal combat. We will begin beaming these reinforcements over immediately and we'll have these vermin cleaned out of your decks in no time at all."

"General!" a voice called and the flag officer turned to face the speaker, his fleet yeoman. "Six enemy ships refuse to break off and are continuing their attack. We estimate 3 Valdores, 2 D'Deridex and a Hapax entered the debris field." A Vor'cha and two B'Rels were inundated with torpedoes and exploded as the remaining survivors hurled their defiance on the ambushers. "It appears we still have work to do." The General grimly concluded as he turn his attention back to the space battle while the Kajanpak’t, half a dozen Vor'chas and an six more B'rels dove into the hellacious sensor maelstrom.

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: EP 2 S: [D3 | 0015hrs] If You Want Blood, You Got It

Last post by RyeTanker - August 21, 2025, 06:01:33 AM

[Lieutenant Ida zh'Wann | Deck 6 | Auxiliary Engineering 1 | Vector 01 | The Helmet | USS Theurgy] @Ellen Fitz @Tae @Dumedion @Tae @rae @Brutus @TWilkins

As with any situation involving relatively untrained personnel, they tended to get in the way as Ida fired her pulse phaser pistol and barely missed a struggling engineer. The Romulan boarder seemed to grunt and he was hit centre of mass and collapsed to the ground. She flinched and ducked back just in time to have a shower of sparks blast her position as energy fire screamed at the Deputy. A quick breath and Ida dropped down to her control PADD. A button stroke and blue eyes flicked to the layout, mind absorbing all the details. Her lips curled in disgust. Ida poked back out and pointed at what the map said should be an enemy concentration. She was somewhat rewarded as she saw two Romulans in the open and she focused the crosshair on the outline. The phaser snarled in one burst sending her target flying. A slight shift and her finger pulled the stud again, sending energy flying across the engineering deck. The target spun around to crash to the ground.

More sparks exploded around Ida as she ducked back into cover and involuntarily flinched away. The situation was getting too hot. "Zark, if there's help on the way, I would really appreciate it if they moved faster." Ida shouted into her comm. A pair of spherical devices sailed through the door and the Andorian's eyes widened as she vaulted out of the room and leapt out into an environment live with disruptor and phaser fire. The storage room roared in a conflagration as the grenades exploded, but Ida had not time for that as she got to her feet and fired as she went. It was second nature as the sight on the phaser pistol lined up with a target and she sent streams of phaser energy at her attackers. One more twisted and collapsed as he was hit, but his partner fired and and someone screamed as they were hit by the miss. The Andorian crawled behind the console and checked the charge on her pistol. It was still in the green, plenty for the fight. Then she looked up and saw the the carnage that was being wreaked as disruptor bolts slammed into the forcefield surrounding the core. "The protective shield is starting to fluctuate" someone yelled.

Lieutenant zh'wann didn't even really notice as a venting noise came from the burning room as the fire suppression system kicked in. Maybe things were getting out of control and the Deputy consulted her map once more. It was hard to see, but there was a line forming between the Starfleet crew and the Romulans. Thus, it was generally a safe idea when she grabbed a grenade off her belt and tossed it at the door. The result was not what she expected as the remaining Romulan marines looked at the explosive and charged out of cover in a do or die effort to take the engine room before they were overwhelmed. One engineer grunted as he was knocked over by a disruptor bolt, then another screamed as she took a shot to the chest and flopped onto her back. It was too much as she saw another gear head's eyes widen and he turned to run. "No!" The Andorian screamed as she moved to tackle the running man and he grunted as the armoured suit collided with him. Ida felt hammer blows and heat radiate over her back and she yelled as the back of her armour was hammered as she fell on top of the engineer.

The Andorian gritted her teeth and the grinding of her teeth mixed with the groan of effort while the HUD flashed warnings all across her back. Microfractures flared on the display all across her back. Dangerous chinks in the armour that she had to cover if she was going to live. Her will drove her to push off the engineer as she gripped her pistol and prepared to engage the Romulans at point blank range. This won't be it. I refuse to die to die this way. Her mind screamed as she rolled around and managed to force her pistol into a two handed grip.

That's when the sound hit her. More phaser fire and screams as something hit the intruders in the back. It was a mix of high tech and blood curdling as pain resonated through the room while muscle and bone were torn apart. Whatever had hit the remaining boarders had definitley changed their focus and Ida pushed her aching body forward onto its knees and an abbatoir greeted her. The sight of Starfleet crew members and Romulans with various weapons burns was tame compared to the sight of an arm here, some other bit there, all leaking green blood and other multi coloured ichor. Ida was grateful she hadn't lost her helmet as the environmental systems filtered out the stench. Some of the engineering staff were much less lucky and a few donated the contents of their stomachs to growing pools of green blood. Never mind the smoke that hung in the air and she was willing to bet the air wreaked of ozone and other unpleasant smells.

Ida lowered her pistol but kept it pointed generally in the direction of Ehfva Feynri and eyed the unknown warily. The Andorian didn't know who or what the being was. She was obviously dangerous, but seemed to be on her side, or at least an enemy of her enemy and that was probably as good as it got under the circumstances. To the Romulan known as Hirek, she mainly gave a cold glance, but gave a shallow nod in his direction. "Thank you Mr. Hirek." That was all the gratitude she could muster at the moment and diplomacy had never been her strong suit anyway, so that was all he as going to get.

Turning away, she took in the sight around her and hit the comm button on her control panel. "Thea What's the status on V1?" The reply Ida got back wasn't what she expected. An image of the AI appeared in the exosuit HUD. "There are more boarders an decks 3, 4, 5, 10, 11, and 14; but most of them are contained at the moment. Chief Jeen is engaging boarders around the shuttle bay. The main bridge is secure at the moment as is my AI core. Most of the remaining boarders appear to be holed up in the Spearhead Lounge. It appears they are trying to make the location a base of operations or a place to make a last stand." Ida absorbed this and mentally nodded. "And the status of vectors 2 and 3?" The pause was very brief. "There are multiple boarders on those vectors and they have a major bridge head around deck 19. Lieutenant Zark has dispatched teams to engage enemy units around the battle bridge, Main Engineering, the security centre, and the FAB."

Lieutenant zh'Wann grimaced at this. The situation was getting very complicated and she was stuck on Vector 1 while they still had boarders to deal with. The engineers moved frantically too and fro as others put out calls for medical aid and more personnel entered the compartment. A few of the medically trained soon followed and began triaging the living and dying. Ida frowned as she saw a medic run a scan over one of the engineers who had been shot next to her and shook his head. The medic unclipped the dead man's combadge and stuffed it in his mouth, the delta pointed out like a mini tombstone. The Andorian guessed the dead had nothing to care about as the medic moved to the woman next and ran another scan. It looked like this one was worth saving as the aid bag opened and a pair of cortical stimulators were added to her head before her jacket was ripped open and first aid began.

The Deputy tore her eyes away from the scene and looked over Hirek and his.....companion. Several security personnel entered the area and seeing the Andorian, made a beeline for her while she issued commands as they approached. "Secure all the Romulans, make sure to bind them securely. Help the others get the injured to sickbay, then keep secure the compartment." An engineer ran past with an extinguisher and began spraying a conduit that was ejecting flame. Ida eyed the Romulan and the unknown. Whatever had happened to her or him, it had clearly been traumatic, but they looked like they were ready to come to the crew's aid, and that was the best she could hope for at the moment. "Thea, inform Commander Stark that V1 engineering is secure. Are the Romulans on the remaining hostile Romulans on the ship near any other Theurgy crew members?" The ones on decks 3 and 4 are not. The ones on deck 5, 10, 11 , and 14 are currently engaging Starfleet personnel. Ida thought quickly. "Thea, activate forcefields around the ones on decks 3 and 4. Bring life support down to minimal levels, then dump CS gas. Keep them unconscious. Have the ones on deck 5 broken into the Intel suite?"

"Negative."

"Do the same for the area outside deck 5, then tell the personnel there to don breathing gear and secure the Romulans. Tell them to be careful."

There was a momentary pause. "Affirmative, forcefields active, activating CS gas dispensers." Ida nodded minutely as she waited to hear what the results were then looked at the Romulan and the blood coated Vulpinian. "It seems we still have work to do Mister Hirek. I'm headed to the shuttle bay. Do you think you and your partner will be able to liberate the Spearhead Lounge?" Lieutnenat zh'Wann asked in a tone that was more of an order.

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: EP2 BTS | D03 | 0003 hrs] Flammis Acribus Addictis

Last post by joshs1000 - August 20, 2025, 05:05:58 AM

[Master Zakar al-Ahlaad | Corridor | Deck 15 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @RyeTanker @chXinya @tongieboi @Ellen Fitz @Dumedion @rae

Tavik, I really am lost, Zakar grumbled silently to himself, and I thought Agaros was a maze, this alien ship is massive.

The Arosan Marine had been one of those attached to a Starfleet security team responding to some sort of enemy presence on this deck, but the group was ambushed along the way and in the chaotic attempt to break it, Zakar got separated and lost his rifle in the process. Getting separated was one thing, but losing his weapon, hardly a good look for a Master Marine in his 122nd year, 102 of those having faithfully served his people, though he always liked to think in spirit he had been born to be a Marine. Either way he could expect a ceremonial chewing out from Commander al-Zaheer, the two had been friends for years, having met when Hassar was but a gunnery cadet and Zakar a specialist.

With only his side arm and a daggar, Zakar carefully made his way through the similar corridors, his only real indicator that he was making progress was that the numbers on the doors were different. How do these people live like this? It’s like living in a hospital, so sterile. His thoughts were jarred by the sound of an energy weapon discharge and the familiar chaotic noises of a scuffle. He picked up the pace until he reached a junction of the corridor and peered around the corridor just in time to see a blue alien, he had no idea what any of these aliens were called yet, kneeling with a weapon pointed at his head. These enemies, Romulans, if he remembered the briefing correctly, seemed to be very savage attackers and the likelihood that this blue Starfleet alien would survive the next few minutes were low. He had to act quickly.

There were five enemies that he could see, one, probably the leader, with the weapon pointed at the alien, two were on the ground but slowly getting to their feet, the other two were behind the first three with weapons raised, most importantly though they were all facing away. Zakar left cover and, with years of practice, darted silently up behind the closest enemy, dagger in his left hand, pistol in his right, and in one swift motion stabbed the large blade directly into the man’s neck then pushed forward out through the throat. The brutal attack was quick and the Romulan would not be able to shout. He started to make his move on the next enemy.

“You will lead us to the Fighter Bay. Any attempt to disrupt or delay us will result in your instant death, do you understand?”

The blue alien was on his feet now with hands raised, he said something that Zakar could not hear, but either he did not notice the attack that the Marine had just made or was intentionally not giving away what was happening. The point was moot however when one of the enemies that was getting to his feet saw Zakar and shouted. Zakar had been about to repeat his similar attack on the next Romulan but as the combatant started to turn around in surprise from the shout, he simply swung his blade diagonally across the man’s back, slashing through the armor and flesh, but most importantly part of the spine, like it was nothing. The Romulan screamed in pain as he fell to the floor.

What happened next all happened in the span of a few seconds. The leader turned around in surprise and confusion, Zakar raised his pistol and fired, the bullet struck the Romulan in the heart, but it also continued on through his body and grazed the blue alien’s side. Before the Romulan leader had even hit the ground, Zakar turned his weapon on the next closest combatant, one of the ones that had been in the process of standing up, and fired two times, striking the man in the chest and neck. He again turned his weapon to the final combatant, but unlike the others, this one had enough time to fire back, the green bolt struck him in the armored bit of his left upper arm, though he felt no pain for the moment due to the adrenaline. In response he fired two shots, one missed and hit the deck behind the Romulan with a loud ping but the second found its mark between the Romulan’s eyes and he went down.

Zakar panted as he looked down the trembling sights of his gun and for the first time realized his hand was shaking, in fact his whole body was shaking, such was the intensity of the moment. He had been in combat before, but never alone. He caught his breath to regain his composure, though as he did so he became acutely aware of the painful burning sensation on his left arm.

He approached the blue alien, “You alright, Starfleet?”

Before the blue alien could answer that he further added, “Also do you know how to get to the Fighter Bay?”

OOC:

-Tavik is a curse word that generally is considered the lewd slang for sex and can thus be most closely translated to “fuck” but is often used in various contexts as a harsher form of profanity than the word frak which itself has no direct translation.

[CPO Avandar Lok | Flight Deck | Fighter Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] [Show/Hide]

The two crewmen darted across the flight deck to the waiting cannon. Lok threw off the dust cover, a stray disruptor bolt caught the nylon fabric, leaving a neat smoldering hole. Be careful, idiot.

“Begam, I need a number five auto-spanner, an extra tricorder, some opti-cable, and find a flexi-conduitt with Type 9-C connectors!” Lok shouted over the din as the battle began to pick up on the Fighter Bay.

The Romulans had been hot on the heels of the retreating defenders, no sooner had they taken cover behind the final barrier did the boarders burst through the starboard side access doors. The attackers were prepared, as they entered they tossed what appeared to be black metal hockey pucks onto the floor that immediately formed barrier force fields to prove cover in the open space. The fields, a deep translucent orange color, quickly showed they could withstand a good deal of punishment as the defending Starfleet personnel opened fire on the Romulan intruders. Some Romulans, not able to get behind their barriers in time were gunned down but many were able to get into cover and fight back. The flight deck was now a battlefield as phaser blasts and disruptor bolts crisscrossed through the air.

Another disruptor bolt whizzed past Lok and hit the transparent aluminum wall with a thud and sizzling sound, but the kzinti was too busy to worry about it. He needed to be able to aim and fire the cannon so once he got one of the panels open he immediately jammed lengths of opti-cable into the control ports that would normally link the cannon with a Valkyrie’s systems then attached the other ends of the cable into diagnostic slots in the tricorder. Next, Lok, using the diagnostic program as a base which registered the cannon in its system, wrote a quick and dirty program to allow him to use certain diagnostic functions as controls, really all he needed was to see the power levels, use the basic in-built cannon targeting system, and of course fire the weapon. Begam, meanwhile, was hooking the flexi-conduit into the cannon’s power slot then running it back to an open access panel on the floor to plug it directly into the ship’s EPS conduits. Normally this would be done to power the large plasma cutters they occasionally needed for cutting extra large pieces of duranium, but in this case it was a perfect power source in lieu of a Valkyrie reactor.

Within minutes the program was ready and indicating the weapon was powered, though on the verge of overload, the ship’s power systems were a bit more potent than that of a Valkyrie, but perhaps they could deal with the overload problem by just firing the damn thing. “Ok I think that’s got it, you pay that cable out and keep low, I’ll move the cannon to the barricade!”

Lok reached down and activated the anti-gravity sled that the cannon was sitting on and stood up to start pushing. Suddenly he felt an intense pain like somebody had hit the right side of his back with a sledgehammer. He struggled to breath as he slumped against the cannon and slid down to his knees. What the hell was that, he wondered, seemingly not understanding or not wanting to understand that he had just been shot. He struggled for breath and after a few coughs finally sucked in air, but it felt like a struggle, at least he could breathe again though.

“Are you alright Chief!” Begam shouted in concern.

“Yeah…I just got the wind knocked out of me…is all…help me push”, Lok responded with labored breaths.

Staying a bit lower this time, Lok got into a good spot on the gun and started to push it across the deck towards the barricade. The Romulans seemed to figure out what he and Begam were up to a large amount of disruptor bolts started to head their way, with several hitting the body of the cannon itself, but luckily only scorching its robust exterior. Finally the two got the gun up to the barricade, much to the excitement of several deck crew and security officers there. Lok, however, felt quite weak and collapsed against the barricade, nearly ripping out the opti-cables as he stumbled.

“Chief, you’ve been hit!” Somebody shouted.

“I’ll be fine”, he responded with a dismissive wave.

“I need two people to get on the back and aim this”, he instructed the handed the tricorder to one of the security officers, “there’s your targeting reticle, that’s how you fire, and that tells you if you are going to overload it.”

The security officer took the tricorder. Lok felt exhausted, his eyes were having trouble focusing, and the din of battle sounded miles away. Everything started to get dim as any sound at all was replaced with an excruciating ringing noise. A strained, “shit”, was all Lok could muster before losing consciousness.

Of course while he was going through all of that, his comrades had noticed how badly he had been hit and were already trying to get him taken care of with the primary issue being that he was over two meters tall and weighed 167 kilos.

“Holy shit, he weighs a ton”, one of the crewmen grunted as she and another crewman pushed the large unconscious cat onto his side enough to get a look at his wound. A rather large disruptor burn on the right side of his back that had gone pretty deep exposing muscle tissue; but more worrying was the fact that Lok was bleeding, A LOT, either the disruptor had an anti-coagulative property to it, similar to Jem’Hadar weapons, or something to do with kzinti anatomy meant that his blood would not coagulate. A large puddle of deep crimson had already formed under the Chief and the back of his coveralls were badly stained. Someone ran over with a medpack and immediately applied a bandage over the wound but it quickly became saturated with blood.

“We need to get him to Sickbay or he’s going to bleed out!” Begam shouted to the group who were not medics and seemed to have no idea what to do. “Are the emergency medical transporters working?”

“I don’t know, comms have been screwy for us”, the nearby security officer responded.

“Hopefully they work”, Begam murmured and tapped his combadge, [Emergency medical transport, lock on my badge.]

For a moment it seemed like nothing would happen but then the familiar shimmer surrounded Begam and Lok as they faded away.

This left Petty Officer Hussein in charge for the moment, but the defense was holding. As for the cannon, it took a few tries to get it working. While the drama with Lok’s injury was occurring several other deck crew messed with the weapon’s setting until finally it came to life. The Starfleet personnel turned it on the Romulan attackers and fired the first shot, which missed and struck the starboard side fighter operations room, shattering the glass and destroying some equipment inside. Even this near miss, though, gave the Romulans a moment of pause. Adjusting their aim, the crew fired again, this time hitting one of the portable barricades and taking out a handful of Romulans, but the impromptu piece of artillery proved finicky outside its natural habitat and immediately stopped working. The skilled deck hands went to work to get it operational again.

[Sickbay | Deck 11 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy]

The duo shimmered into existence in the packed receiving area. Lok’s bandage was already too soaked in blood to be useful as he started to bleed out on the floor of the Sickbay.

“He needs help!” Begam shouted to anyone in the vicinity.

Nurse Kitty was there within moments as she pushed Begam out of the way, “I’m gonna need strong hands here, this is a big one!”

Several unwounded crew and nurses rushed over to assist her in lifting Lok onto an anti-gravity stretcher. Once he was on, face down so his back could be properly examined, Kitty removed the bandage to expose the wound, rather gnarly, it depth had exposed muscle tissue and scans with a tricorder indicated the burns extended to his lung tissue as well, but what was a bigger concern to her was the bleeding that did not seem to stop. He would need surgery most likely, but in the meantime there were some things she could do to slow the process.

“Get me a hypospray of Sangualoft and another of Cuastaline”, she ordered.

The drugs came quickly. First she injected the Sangualoft, a drug to stimulate blood production until proper transfusions could be given; next came the Cuastaline, a simple drug to help blood coagulate properly; hopefully both would slow the rate of blood loss until Arven could stop it all together and heal the injury. Before they moved the large cat, she suddenly remembered this patient from the other day, he tried to beam Arven in the head with a PADD, but in the notes Arven left there was mention that kzinti needed to be injected in multiple places in order for drugs to take proper effect. Diligently she made two more injections of each drug.

“Ok, let’s get him into surgery.”

The stretcher was pushed past the throngs of wounded and into one of the unoccupied surgery suites. With as gentle a heave as they could, the nurse and her assistants dragged the big cat onto the surgery bed and started to cut away his coveralls, apparently Lok’s only clothes, to prep him for surgery. The fur on his back, normally a healthy glossy black, was saturated with blood and matted down where much of it had dried. It actually proved rather difficult to remove some of the shredded coveralls without ripping out any of the fur but the nurses attending to it were quick but gentle. Kitty left to find Arven, V-Nine was already busy in the other suite so was not available for the moment. She rushed back out into the corridor and found the good Doctor in a conversation with someone over comms but did not catch what was happening due tot he commotion of the ward.

“Doctor, you are needed in Surgery 2, kzinti, dorsal wound, heavy bleeding, no coagulation.”

OOC:

-Beyond interactions with Arven and the medical staff, Lok is out of the action for the moment.

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH2: S [Day 2 | 2315 hrs] For all the blood-tainted stars...

Last post by P.C. Haring - August 20, 2025, 03:13:32 AM

[Lt. Reggie "Gemini" Suder | Wolf-13 | Cockpit | Valkyrie | Local Space] Attn: @rae‍ @Pierce‍ @Dumedion‍ @Stegro88‍ @Havenborn‍ @Eden‍ @Krajin‍ @ob2lander961‍ @Dree‍ @joshs1000‍

Reggie shook her head, trying to clear the ringing from her ears. One of the Valkyries, Wolf-04 she thought, had managed to take one of the pursuing stalkers down. From there, it was a simple matter of breaking formation and taking out the one pursuing Wraith while he took out the one pursuing her. They had then regrouped to help out Wolf-04, but Janus had beaten them to it.

Calling the battle "chaos" was an insult to the organization of chaos. It was a fucking blood bath and fortunately much of it belonged to the Romulans.

Another wave of boarding shuttles on route to Theurgy

"Gemini to Theurgy, tally twelve more shuttles inbound. Wolf-14 and I are engaging."

If there was an acknowledgement from their ship, she didn't hear it. For his part, Wraith responded to the report as the order that it was, formed, up on her as they settled into attack postures and made their run un-hindered. She found it odd that the stalkers had not tuned to engage.

The proximity alert screamed at her and she jumped with a start as a Valdore class cruiser de-cloaked directly in front of them.

"FUCK!"

Instinct took her and she rolled hand to port, evading the larger ship as it bore down on her. She turned, bringing Wolf-13 about to take on the cruiser, but one sight of it told her, that battle was already over. It's starboard nacelle was destroyed and green plasma spewed from the breach.

"Status, Wraith?"

[Lucky shot Gemini! Damn thing startled me that I accidently fired a torpedo. Must have slipped inside the shield perimeter before they were brought up. You okay? That was awfully close!]

Reggie find her phasers into the plasma stream, igniting it and sending a chain reaction of explosions up the wing. The warbird did not explode, but as the cascade traveled down the broken wing, destroying the port nacelle and the ship went dark. she knew it was out of the fight.

"Never better," she replied. "Form up. Lets get those shuttles."

Wordlessly they maneuvered

"Targets in range, they're accelerating their approach. Fire"

The swarm of Micro torpedoes loosed free from both Valravyns and streaked across the void. before scattering towards their victims. The Romulans broke formation in a vain effort to evade, but the smaller warheads stayed true to their course and served their purpose with Borg-like efficiency.

By the time Gemini and Wraith overflew the shuttles positions, all that remained was debris.

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: EP2 BTS | D03 | 0003 hrs] Flammis Acribus Addictis

Last post by rae - August 19, 2025, 05:18:38 AM

[ Lt. JG Nysarisiza “Nysari” zh’Eziarath | Battle Bridge | Deck 8 | Vector 2 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @joshs1000 @RyeTanker @chXinya @tongieboi @Ellen Fitz @Dumedion
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…The cannon fired a beam directly into the Praetor’s body, and the woman fell limp.

“Praetor Tal’Aura,” Captain Ives spoke evenly as the woman slowly came to, “I am Captain Ives of the USS Theurgy. Do not be alarmed. We mean you no harm.”

“Then…why am I…where am I…” Tal’Aura shook her head from side to side, blinking Ives into focus. “What have you done to me?”

“We have exposed you to a device that works to subdue the parasite that was implanted within you.” Ives gestured toward Lucan. “You are not alone in acting as an unwilling host. But let this moment serve as hope that you need not continue to be used against your will.”

Tal’Aura glared at Lucan, quickly noting the forcefield with a lip curl of distaste. Returning her attention to Ives, she squared her shoulders. “I am myself, captain. Do they still need to hold me like a prisoner when you have just made claims that you mean me no harm?”

“Are you aware that a fleet of Romulan ships is presently speeding towards the Romulan-Klingon border to break through the Neutral Zone and commit an act of war against the Federation?”

Tal’Aura gathered her robes and rose to her full height, shorter than Ives, yet still managed to stare down her nose at him. “By whose orders?”

“Yours.”

“How is that possible?”

Not for the first time in her life, Nysari praised the Federation’s obsession with record keeping. Starfleet was particularly adept. The Allegiant had monitored Tal’aura from the moment the Praetor beamed aboard to the moment of her death. A rather gruesome death, one that Nysari hadn’t been present for, and wasn’t planning on adding to her initial transmission. She wanted Tal’aura’s forces to understand that they were fighting a war for nothing, and sending them a video of the Theurgy officers killing their praetor wouldn’t help, no matter what the transmission showed inside her.

She’d seen a similar video on Qo’nos, which was what had given her the idea in the first place. Even though she knew what was coming this time, watching the parasite die in another unwilling host was just as profoundly disturbing. So while the other officers on the battle bridge fought the battle outside, the boarders inside, or kept the ship functioning in the midst of both problems, she had quickly scanned through the Allegiant’s surveillance until she had the best clip.

Nysari only paused when someone handed her a phaser. She knew it was only a precautionary measure, hopefully the boarders would be subdued long before they reached the battle bridge and she could return the weapon without ever firing it. But she still hated having one again. She’d been armed more during her few weeks on the Theurgy than her whole life before it.

After strapping it to her side, she reconfigured her console to a communications array, and started looking for ways to punch through to the Romulan ships. “Commander Cross, permission to send a transmission to Tal’aura’s forces? I want to show them that they are not acting under the former praetor’s orders, but rather the parasite inside her.”

[ Lt. Azrin Ryn | Main Engineering | Deck 25 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy ]
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“Shields, shields, shields, shieeeeeellllllldddddddddsssssssss,” Azrin whispered to herself, turning the words into a little song. She wasn’t much of a lyricist, and she was fairly certain that she was stealing the tune. Not that it mattered, because no one was listening anyway. Even if she was shouting, they would still have trouble hearing her over the noise. Besides, the impromptu ditty was keeping her focused, and Frank wanted her to work on the shields.

Luckily for everyone, Azrin really could rewire the ship in her sleep. She’d had a lot of practice these last few weeks.

“No one is supposed to transport here. The transporter room is one deck up,” she complained idly while remotely cycling a port shield generator. Hopefully it worked from the console, or someone would have to go crawling through the jefferies tubes. Azrin recognized the new sound instantly as a transporter, but she did not realize what was happening, instead thinking that the coordinates had slipped en route to Transporter Room 5. “Gotta have someone check that. Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to transport right next to the warp core? If you’re off by a thousandth of a decimal point… boom!”

The generator’s readout flickered back to green. “Huh, didn’t expect that to work.” Her life was never that easy. “Hey, someone needs to go up to the transporter room and–” she turned to offer a tricorder to whoever was next to her – if she was taking them, might as well give them the tools – and found herself facing a Romulan. “Oh. That makes so much more sense.”

Facing a Romulan disruptor, the sounds of physical combat finally reaching her ears, Azrin did the first thing that came to mind. She threw the tricorder at him and immediately ducked. She hoped that she’d hit him in the eye, but she wasn’t about to stick around and find out.

Azrin was not a fighter. She’d passed her mandatory phaser training with a minimum score. Her main physical activity was crawling through decks of the ship. Even in action holodeck programs, she preferred to solve problems with engineering solutions rather than physical combat. When someone pointed a weapon at her, her immediate instinct was to run away. Or crawl away, in today’s case. It wasn’t dignified. She could hear a deep throated roar that could only be from Frank, and she was certain that the big engineer was leading the counterattack as a department head should. Azrin rolled beneath a console, pulled open the nearest panel she could reach from her hiding place, and took a quick look at what she had to work with.

“Shouldn’t have picked this one. Other way. Next time there’s an invasion, duck between his legs! There was way better stuff under that console. But this will…” A few taps of various buttons, a swapped isolinear chips, then one more flip of a switch and…

The artificial gravity in main engineering turned off, and suddenly everyone was floating.

“That’s not what I meant!” Azrin shouted, reaching to turn it back on, and sending everyone back to the ground with a crash. Then she was scurrying out to a new hiding place, staying low to the ground as disruptor and phaser bolts crashed overhead. “I shouldn’t have wiped that modification from the fire control systems. That would have been perfect.”

OOC: Thought it would be more fun to draw out fighting the boarders with quick engineering modifications for a few posts. Take bets on whether or not she effects the whole ship next time.

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: EP 2 S: [D3 | 0015hrs] If You Want Blood, You Got It

Last post by Stegro88 - August 18, 2025, 04:35:33 PM

[ CPO Mickayla MacGregor | Corridor | Deck 11 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @RyeTanker @Dumedion @Ellen Fitz @Tae @rae @Brutus @joshs1000
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Green blood pulsed out of the wound in the Romulan’s chest that Mickayla’s D’k tagh had left behind when she withdrew it. She looked down at the pointy-eared intruder, her face blank as she watched the life leave his eyes before falling backwards onto the deck at her feet. She lent down and wiped the blade clean on the corpse’s clothing before retrieving her dropped phaser pistol. Straightening up, she looked around at the remains of her security detail as she sheathed and holstered her weapons.

“Report,” she directed, already knowing the result wouldn’t be to her liking.

“Zakay is dead and Menzies took a disruptor bolt to the bicep,” her second responded, holding out her discarded phaser rifle.

“Have him head to sickbay,” Mickayla said, taking the weapon and checking the charge on it out of habit. She moved a little way off as he breathing began to settle from the firefight. “Thea, please log the location Zakay’s body for later funeral rites and could you put me through to Lieutenant T’Less.”

“Understood,” Thea answered curtly. There was the sound of a channel opening.

“T’Less here,” the Vulcan’s voice sounded out. “What is it Chief?”

“We just took out a group of Romulans that were guarding a hatch between Decks 13 and 14,” Mickayla explained evenly. “Permission to advance onto 14?”