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[Stardate 57714.5: May 12th, 2381] - Boldly they rode...

[CPO Dominic Lau | Romulan Runabout | Battle in the Triangle] @Ellen Fitz

The scene from the viewport held a macabre fascination for the intelligence operative as he waited for something to indicate his services were needed somewhere. He stood, hands linked behind his back as he watched space explode in energy and fury ahead of him.  So far they'd been lucky or unlucky depending on one's view of the circumstances.  They had arrived, transmitted the clearance with Theurgy, then simply began to wait.  It was a tense, gnawing game and they weren't in intel, they wouldn't be used to simply waiting.  He could hear the buttons beeping as Cheung used the ships limited sensors to parse out and feed data to Theurgy and the Klingons.  She was also still working her way through the Romulan security systems to see if she could hack anything from the ships, but with the less powerful computers on what amounted to a runabout, there was little hope in that area.

The rest of the the pickups were nervous.  Even the security types.  He was sure they'd been expecting to see combat, but not at this intensity and not so soon. A few were already dead, and they hadn't even made it to the ship.  He supposed he was going to have to be the one to create the letter of condolence.  He filed the thought away for the tenth time and stared at the battle while ignoring the urge to pester his crew.  Bessir was amusing himself with tossing a knife in the air and catching it at just the right angle as he sat at another bank of consoles and kept his feet on the edge.  He claimed it helped to keep his senses and intuition sharp.  At least it served to distract him otherwise he'd have to find other ways to keep himself entertained.

"Hey Klaudia"  Bessir.  The sniper called as the knife went into the air.  He didn't even wait to see if the woman was listening. "Don't you wish Knox was here?  I bet he has the skills to be the most amazing masseuse in two quadrants."

Klaudia growled. "Shut up Bessie, I'm busy in case you hadn't noticed." She snapped back as she focused in on her console with even more apparent intensity.

The Bajoran-Cardassian hybrid kept on going.  "I mean think about it.  All that oozing liquid titillating about like a what was that term?"  He snapped his fingers dramatically after a moment. "Right, that human scientist.  A non-Newtonian liquid."  The tech muttered under her breath for him to shut up. "He'll be able to massage, caress, knead every muscle the body has."

"Can it." Chief Lau ordered. "Go check on the rest of the passengers."  Bessir grumbled but caught the knife that he hadn't stopped tossing while needling Cheung and headed out the door.  Cheung said nothing as she turned her attention back to the computers.

A few more moments passed and Bessir came back before seating himself back in his chair and tapped on a few buttons to see a tactical map of the battle.  He let out a low whistle.  "Glad I was never given a ship board assignment.  Hate to be in the middle of all that."

A few more moments of nothing, then Cheung stopped what she was doing as an anomaly caught her attention. Lau and Bessir didn't appear to notice, but the team had been together too long and their ears metaphorically perked up waiting to hear what bit of news was coming through.  There was another series of beeps from her computer, then a quiet "Oh Shit" escaped her mouth.

That was enough of an alarming statement that the Chief and the Sniper turned to their comm tech and she knew it as she began speaking out loud without looking away. "It's chaos. Donatra's forces are firing on all sides.  The Imperial forces are doing the same.  Theurgy is under heavy assault and the Klingons are responding in kind to all the Romulans."  Her fingers manipulated the computer as the other two absorbed a situation that had suddenly become far more complicated. "I don't see an end goal, but Donatra seems to have lost it and is stating she's willing to use the Thalaron weapon"  Lau's eyes widened at this declaration, espeically since this Romulan had been so instrumental in making sure the original version hadn's been used in in the first place.  Bessir let out a long drawn out "what the fuuuuuckk?" as he looked wide eyed at Cheung like she'd happily agreed to have Knox use his shape shifting abilities to fuck her silly while giving him a blow job and stripping off her clothes in front of him.  Which was even more weird since she was known as a dyke.

Cheung sat there oblivious to the looks she was getting as she continued to pull in data.  "The Klingons are definielty not happy about this.  The battle chatter is getting really aggressive and more fire is being directed at Donatra's flagship, but she's a tough bitch and a really good ship handler.  They can't seem to keep her shields down.  Maybe they've got multiple generators cycling."  The tech surmised as she focused her attention and the sensor feeds she could see on the flagship.  The two men looked at each other as they began working angles and possible solutions on what could be done about the crazy mad woman in the midst of the battle.

"I think the Klingons are going for glory in this one.  Several ships were destroyed too easily and there was an odd power spike from them.  I thought that initially their power cores were hit, but it looks like as soon as an opening in Donatra's shields appeared, they tried to transport troops over.  That's what this piece of garbage circuity is calling the energy spikes anyway. Except the new shields came up too quickly and the cycle was aborted.  It left those ships vulnerable and boom."

Chief Lau turned back towards the window and rubbed his chin as a plan formed in his mind.  It was foolhardy and ridiculous, but it might be the battle's only hope.  "Klaudia, open a channel to Theurgy and the Klingons. I've got an idea, but I need a well timed tachyon burst to make this work.

Re: [Stardate 57714.5: May 12th, 2381] - Boldly they rode...

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[Lt (JG) XamotZark zh’Ptrell (Lt. Zark) | Security Centre | Deck 7 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] @Ellen Fitz @P.C. Haring @Pierce @Hans Applegate

Lieutenant Zark stood in front of the main display in the security lounge as she gave the briefing on the situation. It made for a grim briefing.  Her armour was an after thought though she did leave her helmet on a table while her rifle was anchored to her back.  Several armoured figures were sitting at tables in the lounge, drinking coffee or eating while they had the chance.  Being pulled in for a private briefing was a sure indication that the shit was going to hit the fan.  Many were sure that it involved the well known Chief Diplomat who now sported an away mission uniform and body armour.

The Andorian continued the briefing. "Most of the ship is free of Romulan boarders at this point.  The majority throughout the ship are surrendering since the fleet action has decisively swung in the Klingon's favour.  Lieutenant zh'Wann is leading the cleaning out of the main penetration on Vector 3."  She paused for a moment to bring up the schematic of the Scimitar class ship based off the information that had been gleaned from the Enterprise's encounter with the ship a while ago. The Andorian's eyes flitted to the only non-security person sitting at the side.  The bruised and bloodied brunette looked exhausted as she continued to look at a data chip that seemed to contain the weight of the quadrant's future in it.

"We're on standby till there's a break in Donatra's shields and we can beam in.  Our mission is to bring Lieutenant Madsen to Donatra so she can present her information and hopefully bring an end to the fighting.  We'll beam in on a perimeter and when we've determined the TZ is secure, Chief Prince and Crewman Lewis will take the lead.  I'll remain close to Lieutenant Madsen as we make our way to a terminal to locate Donatra."

Zark paused as she took a moment pull up an incomplete internal map of the Scimitar class ship.  "Before I go on to loadout and priorities, Lieutenant Madsen, can you give us an overview of your intentions and the rules of engagement?"

[CPO Dominic Lau | Romulan Runabout | Battle in the Triangle]

There was a long pause that simply involved more waiting as all the sides slugged it out.  There was a silent horrified fascination with the spectacle that defied description or conversation explosions torn people and ships apart.  And all they could do was wait. The operative stared out stoically and thought about asking if there was any news yet, but he knew that his tech would tell him as soon as something showed up, and one did not survive Intel operations by being impatient.  The only real anomaly had been the appearance of an antiquated constitution class ship that was probably deemed too weak to be a real threat, so was ignored.  That had brought a mental scoff since the technology in the ship might be old, but a photon torpedo was still a photon torpedo, and last he checked, those ships had at least two launchers.

It was still more waiting though as he waited for his opportunity.  Chief Lau had rotated everyone through the gear prep.  Everyone was out of their standard uniforms, and now in field gear with body armour, rifles, and the other sundry equipment that went with their particular departments away missions.  They had portable computers, med packs, grenades, and rifles.  It wasn't what these people had signed up, but it was going to be what they got.  There were few protests about something not being their specialty.  The demand to keep Thalaron weapons as part of the Romulan arsenal was a horror to terrible to contemplate.  All that was needed was someone made like Shinzon and no where in the galaxy would be safe.  It was decided, they were either going to destroy the Thalaron weapon themselves, or do something that would allow the Klingons to destroy the ship.

The moment did arrive eventually as the battle shifted about.  The old Connie had decided it had enough of life and made a beeline for Donatra's ship.  The explosion was spectacular and a glowing debris could was soon expanding from the impact.  The Intel Chief grasped at instinct. "Bess, head for the Romulan flagship, max speed!  Cheung, stand by to transmit friendly IFF."  The two acknowledged the command and Chief Lau strapped himself into the co-pilots seat as Bessir red lined the impulse engine.  The half Cardassian, half Bajoran's heritage came into play as he'd taken in odd bits about his homeworld, such as what chilies to use in a particular style of hasparat.  Other useful bits included how Deep Space 9 had managed to move itself from Bajor's orbit to the wormhole, and the mechanics of it out of sheer morbid curiosity. The internal hum of the runabout's systems took on a distinctly odd persistent twang as the pilot/sniper manipulated the subspace field and the intertial compensator began to whine as the acceleration curve kicked past what it was normally designed to handle.  Everyone felt themselves pressed back into their seats as inertia pressed them back into their seats.

The Chief could hear his tech struggling behind him as her muscles pushed against force itself to activate the IFF. With final grunt, a key chimed and the code was sent.  Hopefully the code she'd managed to dig out would cause the systems to look the other away while giving them priority access.  At the very least, it should avoid having them blown up right away.  The Tal'Shair code could be decidedly fataly worse.  Lau watched the ship grow preposterously large in the viewport very quickly and he held his breath as they reached the shield perimeter.  The sensors said they were down, but they could snap back into being and the runabout would pancake itself against the energy barrier and that would be it for his life, to say nothing of his career.

Then the moment passed and Bessir metaphorically slammed on the brakes as he killed the war engine modification. Everyone was thrown forward and a few people yelled in surprise as they were tossed from their chairs.  There wasn't time for an ass chewing though as the pilot engaged the magnetic clamps to lock the runabout to the hull of the warship under them.  Bessir didn't wait as he began to shut down all the unnecessary systems looking to avoid any more sensor contact and slip under the radar.  The team chief looked at the pilot as he continued pressing buttons. "That was insane.  You know that right?"  Bessir stopped what he was doing to look up and smirk. "Yeah, but it was done with style." It had worked, so it was hard to argue with.  Bessir decided to press his luck. "No harm no foul eh?"  Chief Lau stood up and smacked the sniper in the back of the head the way an elder smacked a young'un to show he was getting uppity.  The sniper obediently owed his acceptance of the rebuke.  Cheung broke in with a timely update. "I've got a low level dampening field up around us, so we should be well hidden."  The Chief stopped his ass chewing to look at Cheung and nod.  "Good. See if there's a transporter you can hack to get us inside.  Hate for us to have to move this crate or go EVA to find an airlock.  Cheung nodded her agreement and got to work finding the group a way in.


TZ = Transporter Zone
 
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