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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Topic: Ch 3 : The Hunt is On [ Day 1 | 1530+]
Last post by Eirual -
[Kelistina Kavat Droga | Hallway | Deck 04 | Vector 01 | “Helmet”]
ATTN:  @Brutus  @Nesota Kynnovan @Ellen

Kelistina Jumped back when something, or rather someone, tumbled out of the ladder tunnel and fell at their feet. Looking down at the female in confusion and fear at first. She recognized the female as one she had seen at the fancy party earlier and relaxed somewhat.

“Ja-ya said brain core target,” Kel said reaching out a hand to help Enyd to her feet, “You know what is it? I tell might get… stuck in tunnel. But I go too.” After Enyd was back on her feet Kel held out the phaser, “I not use this, you take?”

Considering that Kel wasn’t a Starfleet officer, it was unlikely the weapons would have even worked if she had fired it. “It from others not breathing now,”she said sadly, pointing back towards where they had found the murdered officers, “much saddness.” She finished slowly shaking her head before taking a deep breath.

She looked between Enyd and Jaya, “We go now?”
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: EP 2 S: [D3 | 0015hrs] If You Want Blood, You Got It
Last post by RyeTanker -
[IRS Vas'deletham | A few moments earlier.....] @Brutus @Dumedion @Ellen Fitz @joshs1000

It had taken longer to setup than Commander Borroso had hoped to set up the attack, but the Romulan ship master was a pragmatic man and he'd done what necessary bring his plan to fruition.  The carrier had taken some more damage and was trailing a small amount of plasma from one of the impulse engines, but the plan had worked as the lumbering ship sped away from the Starfleet ship while the more nimble Valdores brought themselves about for another run on the ship identified as Theurgy.  She was trailing smoke and atmosphere now, and like hunters going after a wounded prey, they were going to pounce. 

The only aspect of the plan that upset the carrier commander was the fearsome losses the fighter group had taken and his lips had to give a begrudging grin since the target had put out an incredible amount of firepower that had smashed fighters left and right in the attack run. It had all been worth it though as the gap he needed in the ship's defences had been created.  "Commander Borroso to boarding party, remember, I want that ship as a prize. Good luck.  Transport and launch Shuttles." The Commander solemnly intoned as 40 Romulan Marines beamed over to the Federation ship and shuttles carrying another 80 launched themselves into the maelstrom.

[Shohlogh G'gedh | Deck 6 | Vector 01 | The Helmet | USS Theurgy | In the present....]

The maintenance tube shook and the sound of weapons fire impacting vibrated through the very structure of the cursed ship as the team of Klingons shimmied their way through towards what the schematics were calling an auxiliary engineering room. At least that was the guess of the team leader since the most amount of energy being output was in that direction.  The timing was too good and any discomfort the infiltrator felt was a minor inconvenience.  The crew would be distracted in trying to keep the metal skin around them intact.  Nobody would notice.  Soon.  Soon, vengeance would be his and the thought tasted sweet in his mouth.  The group just needed to get through the junction up ahead and then there was a small access hatch into the engineering deck.  "I look forward to this day brothers.  We should savour this moment when we burst amongst the cowardly voles.  Starfleet. Hah!"  Shohlogh laughed derisively.  "Nothing but a bunch of prettied up technicians."  He concluded. 

"Quiet!"  The leader called back as he took a moment to turn back and deliver a deadly glare.  "Give away our position, and you'll never get a chance to sink metal into the enemies flesh.  They may be cowardly, but a phaser blast will kill just as surely as a blade."  The team leader turned back to crawling and keeping somewhat steady as the ship shook while Shohlogh cursed derision under his breath.  While there was wisdom in the team leaders words, it seemed too gutless.  Maybe he'd keep an eye on his 'leader' and if presented the opportunity, give him a coward's death.  It would be a vindication of his abilities before he went to Sto-Vo-Kor.  Shohlogh's canines became visible as he smiled at the potential of the situation.

The team lead stopped to take a moment and sit up in the cramped tunnel as he listened and watched to make sure their exit wasn't trapped.  His hand came up suddenly, stopping the other Klingons as the sign of impending danger arose.  Hurried boot steps could be heard coming down a ladder.  The clunking got closer for another 3 or 4 steps when the leader leapt out of the tunnel with a snarl and grabbed an alien by the back and flung him onto the deck.  The human screamed for a second then yelled as he landed hard and clearly in pain.  The Klingon was on top of the stunned witless human and drove a powerful palm strike at his quarry's face.  The human grunted as his head was smashed into deck, sending blood flying as he was dazed.  Another man yelped in surprise and scrambled to ascend the ladder with haste.  The leader silently cursed as he pulled his disruptor and fired at the fleeing human.  The first shot missed and scored the bulkhead with an ugly black splotch.  The second shot caused the engineer's foot to shatter in a cascade of leather, bone, and flesh.  The man screamed first as the pain smashed through his nervous system, then as he lost his footing and fell to the deck.  The leader brought his pistol to bear on the gap the engineers had emerged from checking for any more interlopers. 

This was his chance.  Shohlogh quickly exited the maintenance tunnel and put the stunned engineer in a headlock with a thrill.  The rush of power over his helpless for was intoxicating as the human began to struggle for air, hands clawing at his face for any sort of purchase and release from the massive arm that was choking the life out of him.  It was not an even to be enjoyed for too long as the team leaders words came through quickly and harshly.  "End it, we have a mission to complete."  The infiltrator quietly sighed as he pulled his d'k tahg and held it aloft, long enough that he was sure the human saw the implement of his own end before driving it with all his might into the human's chest.  The human screamed and Shohlogh moved to cover his mouth as he twisted the metal inside the human's body.  "Quickly now, the humans could have heard us, we need to go to maintain out advantage." He finished before diving headlong into the final tunnel before their objective.  Another infiltrator sliced open the other engineer's throat.  "At you will had a quick death instead of life as a cripple."  He finished before following the leader.  Shohlogh sneered as he regarded the two fallen before him and spat thick globules at each of their bodies.  "Far better since your deaths were at least honorable."  With that final indignity, dove in after everyone else to glory.

[Lieutenant Ida zh'Wann | Deck 6 | Vector 01 | The Helmet | USS Theurgy]
Fights were breaking out all over Vector 1 and the situation was definitley becoming hectic as Lieutenant Zark's voice became shorter and more clipped as she managed the battle from the Security Centre on Vector 2.  The secure comms flowed with information as the chaos flowed in. "Hull breaches dorsal Vector 1.  Fires and plasma leaks on decks 2 through 5.   Vector 1 transport inhibitor is non responsive.  Repeat, Vector 1 transport inhibitor is non responsive.  System shows destroyed. Romulans beaming in decks 1, 2, 6, and 10.  They're going for the bridge, main computers, engineering, and shuttle bay.  Automatic defences on the bridge are responding.  Friendly forces on decks 2 and 10 are engaged. Ida, hostile Romulan forces are coming up from behind you and we have Klingon weapon fire near engineering.  Kino, finish your situations and head to the shuttle bay to repel boarders.  Hirek, head to deck 6 to reinforce engineering."

Shelat. Lt. zh'Wann thought to herself as she made her way towards engineering, going from a steady clip to a full out run, armoured boots thundering on the deck.   "Zark, do you have an exit locus for the Klingons?"  The pause was tense as the other security officer's mind worked.  The tension didn't last long though. "Port side, either the storage room or the power relays." Ida mentally nodded. "Understood."

Lieutenant zh'Wann reached engineering and noticed the two guards posted outside the door were missing as they headed in. She hoped they would be enough and she could move on to other trouble spots, but hope was not a plan and she heard a pair of loud bangs inside the compartment followed by disruptor fire and screaming.  The door whooshed open at The Deputy's approach and her face went hard as chaos greeted her. Smoke and sparks mingled with engineers scrambling to find cover as one of the two guard's was screaming and writhing on the deck, grabbing his smoking abdomen. The other one was covering behind a support beam and firing back with her rifle. This was a lot less effective than it looked since she was also trying not to shoot her crewmates.

The Klingons had no such constraints and one of was using the body of an engineer as a shield against return fire while blasting away practically indiscriminately. Another engineer tried to get away and screamed as a mek'leth slashed his back and spun him towards his assailant. His suffering became much worse as the wicked blade came back up with practiced ease and plunged into his belly, eviscerating him. Another member of the engineering staff tried to tackle the sword holder and a quick flick of the Klingon's shoulder sent her flying into the railing surrounding the warp core with an audible thump. The Klingon smiled as he raised the short sword and prepared to plunge it into the defenceless woman.

Ida was faster as her phaser rifle snapped up to her shoulder and the sight picture in her exosuit helmet aligned with the target's back. A quick flick of her thumb raised the power setting from 3 to 6 and she pulled the firing stud. Three orange energy bolts sped across the engineering compartment, barely missing someone trying get away from the fighting. The sword holder had no such luck as his body arched from the impacts for a moment and he let out a silent death scream as his innards were fried. It was his last act standing as his legs gave way and he fell on the woman he'd tossed earlier, pinning her to the deck.

The hostage holder roared hatred as his comrade went down and he turned the pistol towards the Andorian.  Ida grunted as she a disruptor bolt hit her pouldron and spun her around while she fell.  Damage codes flashed on her HUD, and she didn't know where her rifle was, but all indications showed her armour was still in once piece and she rolled over as she pulled her pulse pistol from its holster.  Pulling herself back up against he master system control, the Zhen leaned up against the console and turned towards the other security guard who was pinned behind a bulkhead.  The ship shook from a hit and the console behind the guard exploded sending her sprawling to the deck, back filled with shrapnel. Clearly the situation was spiralling out of control.  They didn't have time for this and The Deputy took a breath before shuffling to the edge and taking a quick look around the corner of the control station.  The corner sparked as a shot came in her direction and she pulled back just in time.  Taking one more quick breath, the Andorian turned around knelt. She made a quick check on the power level of her sidearm before springing up and spraying phaser fire at the Klingon and his hostage.  The hapless engineer yelped as he was clipped in the shoulder by a level one phaser bolt and went limp.  The Klingon was also hit and the sudden loss of sensation forced him to drop his weapon.  He was so intent on holding on to his body shield that the suddenly unconscious engineer dragged him towards the deck.

Lieutenant zh'Wann quickly exited cover and moved towards the Klingons.  She covered the distance in a few strides and set the phaser to maximum stun.  Another Klingon was exiting and she fired at him, hitting him in the shoulder and head, bowling him back into the storage room.  She took one moment to pause and fired a burst of stun bolts into the downed infiltrator, sending into sleepy land for a long time.  Still, there was the rest of the room to clear and she moved quickly towards the storage room.  Her sensors told her there were a few more infiltrators inside and she fired at the door to cover her advance.  The left hand dropped to her stored grenades and she activated a stun grenade before tossing it into the room.  A whine burst through the room followed quickly by the sound of a couple of bodies falling.  Incredibly, someone was still inside and The Deputy charged in looking to take advantage of her momentum.  It was not to be as her quarry had been well hidden behind a crate and he practically threw it at her.  Ida grunted as she was knocked backwards and her pistil went flying.  Her instincts took over and she rolled then leapt up in case the Klingon tried to jump on her.  Instead, she found herself facing a grinning opponent who had pulled a d'k tahg.  "Finally, a real opponent, not these cowardly rats." Shohlogh challenged.  Ida didn't have time for this, but her pistol was no where to be found.  With choices running out fast, she pulled her combat knife and reversed the grip as her legs settled into a ready stance.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 2: S [Day 02 | 1630hrs] Cat's in the Cradle
Last post by joshs1000 -
[CPO Avandar Lok | Pilot’s Locker Room | Fighter Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Krajin

Valkyrie 8749 - RCS total replacement…
Sweep again for debris…
Rotate T’Pret and Austin…
Reports for Commander Cross…
Memorial for the dead…
Recalibrate deck tractor beams…
Reports for Commander Cross…
Valkyrie 8748 - RCS total replacement…

The chorus seemed endless in Lok’s racing mind, too much to do, not enough time, and too exhausted to do it. Not enough time, he repeated to himself and reached out to tap the panel of the shower once more for just a bit more water pressure to perhaps blast away the aches and pains from his muscles. Lok had semi-clandestinely snuck into the Pilot’s Locker Room in order to get cleaned off and take a moment to relax, he would have used the Deck Crew’s showers but the detonation of the torpedo from Ghost’s fighter had thoroughly wrecked them. All the pilots seemed to be away or getting a bit of rack time before what was supposed to be yet more action later, so he figured nobody would come in for a bit, at least that is what he hoped. He sighed again and adjusted himself to lean against the far wall of the shower as the water ran down his front and slicked his black fur down, giving it a lovely sheen in the blue light and revealing every one of his powerful muscles.

Lok finally opened his eyes for the first time since he had started this whole ritual. He smirked and lightly chuckled to himself as he realized he had totally forgotten to close the opaque door to the shower, guess it’s a good thing nobody came in. Rather than close it though he just left it open, he was about to get out anyway and the interaction of the hot water and cool air had formed a bit of draft that felt kind of nice. Sighing yet again he forced his body to stand upright, need to get done and get back to it, he chastised himself but first a few more things needed to be cleaned. He reached back and grabbed his tail, lathering and stroking the length of it to get any dirt or grime out of his fur, then came his ears, and next his intimates, which he of course handled more delicately. As he lathered his sheath the thought came to him of perhaps “relieving stress” in a more carnal way but he reminded himself, once more, he didn’t have the time. Once all that was taken care of he rinsed off and stepped out of the shower.

A large pile of folded towels sat on a rack nearby and Lok grabbed most of them, his fur would take a fair deal to dry off and since he was in the locker room he couldn’t exactly shake all the water off like he normally did. He got to work with the first towel, giving himself a once-over to get the majority of the water off. Once that towell was thoroughly soaked he started on the next getting some of his thicker areas of fur. The next towel was for his tail. As he went about the task of drying himself he started to hum a Betazoid pop song, the name of which he couldn’t remember. He picked up the final towell threw it over his head and started to rub it all over to get the last of the water out, specifically from his ears. So enraptured was he that he didn’t even realize someone had entered until a familiar voice asked.

“Enjoying yourself in there?”

Lok yelped a little and threw the towel off in surprise, He blinked several times to let his yellow eyes adjust to the sight of Dom by his locker, staring at him with a smirk.

“Lieutenant!” Lok responded in a bewildered tone.

Discipline and over a decade of service however took hold and rather recoil in embarrassment he automatically stood at attention in front of the shower alcove. This of course put him on full display for the officer, his muscular form stood poised and tall, chest pushed out, every muscle tensed and flexed as he stood still. His black fur, now mostly dried, was a bit unkempt, he would need to brush it, but it still looked attractive in a sort of “just rolled out of bed” kind of way. It only took a few seconds though for Lok to regain his sense of reality and the fact that his hefty, even for a Kzin, furry testicles and plump sheath were on full display. He moved his large clawed hands to cover his shame as best he could and glanced at Dom with a nervous grin.

As Lok further regained his senses he felt oddly excited underneath all the nervousness of getting chewed out. Perhaps he had wanted this to happen, his mind had suggested that certain stress relief earlier; his ears suddenly burned and folded back as he felt a twitch of response under his hands at the naughty thought. He had been eyeing Dom up when he could the past couple days, the two were both empathic, his feelings and desires were not hard to figure out, maybe they both subconsciously drew each other here. Hard to say.

His hearts pounded as he waited to see what would happen next
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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 -
[Romulan Strike Craft | Dogfight Near the Triangle ] Attn: All Involved in Fighter Combat @P.C. Haring  @Stegro88 @rae  @Pierce @Dumedion @Krajin 

The burning wreckage of what had once been a wingmate spiraled past her canopy, the green aurora of a ruptured singularity core still flickering violently as it trailed into the void. The pilot swore under her breath in the clipped, guttural Romulan dialect of her home province, fingers tightening on the controls as her strike craft dove hard beneath the dorsal arc of a Federation Valkyrie.

*How were they this good?*

She had fought Andorians in skirmishes along the shattered borders of the Velorum sector, danced against Klingon raiders testing the nerves of the divided Empire. But these Theurgy bastards flew like predators—coordinated, brutal, fast. And unlike her own half-panicked wingmates, the Federation pilots didn’t just react—they *hunted.*

Her sensor grid flared with another contact loss. A Mogai-class wing support had just vanished in a pulse of light. She grimaced, banking starboard, trying to shake the lock the human pilot had on her. Plasma bursts flicked past her cockpit, lighting the narrow space in pulses of orange and white. A momentary break in the crossfire let her breathe again.

"Maintain squadron formation!" she barked into the encrypted combat net, but there was no answer from her flight leader. Just static and screams.

And yet, through it all, her targeting systems were a mess. Her lock-on sequences refused to hold—*jamming? no, too precise*—as if the Starfleet fighters were dancing one heartbeat ahead of her every attempt to fix a torpedo track. Her fists slammed into the side of her console in frustration.

"This should not be happening. We *outnumber* them!" she hissed.

But then… something even stranger.

Her HUD pinged a contact ahead—a Romulan shuttlecraft, one of the newer Peregrine-pattern retrofits—but instead of banking into the expected defensive arc, it fired. *At another Romulan vessel.*

"What in the Elements…?"

Her eyes darted across the tactical feed. Two, no, *three* more strike-craft were peeling away from their defensive screen and engaging the tail end of the carrier wing. Green disruptor fire lanced across the void, hitting *Romulan hulls.* Was it a malfunction? Sabotage?

Or something darker.

*Have they turned on us? Who gave that order?*

Her confusion clouded the moment. A warp-sheer ripple narrowly missed her port nacelle as a passing fighter spun through the wreckage of a broken Valravn. Her focus snapped back.

And then—*yes.*

Her targeting grid flared emerald green. A lock. Clean, stable, undeniable. A Federation fighter—angled just right, its electronic countermeasures lagging half a second too long. Her weapons primed automatically.

"Target acquired," she whispered, a slow smile spreading across her lips. Her finger hovered over the trigger. “Time to even the score.”
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: EP 2 BTS | D02 | 2300 hrs] Turning Into the Wind
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[PO1 Vinnie "Fury" Ferris | Fighter Bay | Deck 15 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: ATTN: @rae  @Pierce @Dumedion  @Stegro88  @Havenborn  @Eden  @Krajin  @Tae @P.C. Haring @ob2lander961  @Dree @Krajin

The shriek of klaxons was almost drowned out by the pounding of boots and shouted orders echoing across the flight deck as PO1 Vinnie Ferris emerged from the corridor, helmet tucked under one arm and flight harness slung partially over his shoulder. His pace was brisk, but there was a calm in his movement—equal parts muscle memory and practiced urgency. The red lights flashing across bulkheads painted the Kestrel’s tail fins in shades of crimson and shadow.

Fury was already dressed for launch, and despite his RIO station still being in limbo following Devyrie’s death, he was assigned to back up several pilots for launch readiness and emergency fill-in. He’d been rotating between simulators and real seat time ever since, keeping sharp, staying useful.

His sharp eyes swept the deck and immediately caught sight of the two Kzin—Lok’s distinctive striped frame sprinting across the deck, shouting orders and rallying the crew, and Dominic already hauling himself into Wolf-10, like a great beast climbing into a war chariot. It was chaos—but it was controlled. That was good. Theurgy didn’t need hesitation. She needed teeth.

Ferris quickened his stride past the line of Valkyries being fueled and armed, nodding to the ordnance team as he passed. “Make it sing, Warrant,” he tossed over his shoulder to the munitions tech loading photon torpedoes into Wolf-07’s belly. He reached the access ladder to one of the standby Valravns and paused, watching Lok at the top of Janus’s ladder, running a function check like a man trying to plug every hole in a sinking ship before takeoff.

He respected that—respected *him.* He'd only been awakened recently and yet the other Kzin worked like a man possessed, but there was calculation behind his chaos. That was what made the difference between surviving a battle and just being another smoking crater in someone’s kill report.

Ferris tapped his earpiece, catching the tail end of the Flight Ops call.

“—Wolf Squadron to your spacecraft!”

His own Valravn, Wolf-11, gleamed beneath the hangar lights. It had been stripped down and refit twice since their last engagement. No one wanted to put it in the air until now. But desperate times. Fury gave a grim smile and jogged over, climbing the side with the fluid grace of someone who’d done it a hundred times before.

The cockpit canopy was cold to the touch as he dropped into the RIO seat—not his usual role now, but if called, he’d be ready to fly solo again. He ran the checklist like muscle memory: life support, ECM, shields, pulse phaser control, warp field modulator sync. One after the other, green lights swept across his display.

He opened a comms link to Flight Ops.
"Wolf-11, RIO Fury. Preflight complete. Bird’s green across the board. Standing by for launch clearance or reassign if needed."

As he waited, he glanced across the canopy toward Janus’s fighter, seeing Lok finally drop from the side and stride toward the other crew chiefs. A low chuckle escaped him.

“Damn right,” he murmured. “Let’s whoop some ass.”
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Topic: Ch 3 : The Hunt is On [ Day 1 | 1530+]
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[Lt. Enyd Madsen | Jeffries Tube Junction | Deck 4 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Nesota Kynnovan  @Eirual

A muffled thud, followed by a flurry of motion, announced her entrance before Enyd even had a chance to speak. One boot slipped on a crossbeam, sending her tumbling forward with an undignified grunt as she landed squarely in view of Jaya and Kel. Her disheveled braid swung over one shoulder, a stubborn streak of conduit grease decorating her cheek.

“Don’t shoot,” Enyd coughed out, lifting one hand in half-hearted surrender while awkwardly regaining her footing. “Unless you really didn’t like my last diplomatic report.”

Her grin faded into urgency as she adjusted her posture, brushing herself off with a quick sweep of her palms. “I heard something earlier—crawling, shifting metal—back in one of the auxiliary tubes. Thought it might’ve been someone in distress or, worst case, sabotage. So I followed it. Got turned around just in time to hear about the frontal assault on Engineering over comms.”

She nodded toward the route ahead. “I was already heading that direction when I ran into, well… gravity.” A slight gesture to where she'd fallen. “I’m guessing you two heard something?”

Her gaze sharpened, scanning their expressions for unspoken tension. “I don’t think that attack on Engineering is the *real* problem. It feels too loud, too direct. My gut says it’s a distraction—something nastier is crawling its way in through these tubes.”

She unholstered her phaser, the gesture crisp and practiced, voice dropping slightly. “Suggest we stick together and keep our weapons ready. If I’m right, the next threat’s going to come from behind, not in front. Meaning the core itself is likely at risk.”

With a firm nod to Jaya and Kel, Enyd moved to take point beside them, expression grave despite the remnants of her earlier fall.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 4: S [D01 |1830] Second Station from the right and straight on till its over
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
@Eden @RyeTanker @ob2lander961 @Tae

They never landed quietly.

From the moment their warp signatures blinked into the system, the tension had sunk in like cold metal—tight and merciless. The Savi station loomed ahead, quiet, shadowed, monstrous. Designed without empathy, devoid of warmth. It felt less like approaching a base and more like flying into the belly of something ancient and cruel.

The shuttle ride was rough. Hull plating groaned under errant flak from auto-defenses, and one of the team took a hit—nothing fatal, but enough to raise the stakes.

Once inside, they split up briefly to move faster. The corridors were an eerie kind of clean, sterile enough to make your skin crawl. It wasn’t long before they encountered the experiments. Things that were once people—Federation, Klingon, even Romulan—splayed open, reconstructed, rewritten. Science, they called it. One chamber had held something worse—alive, barely—but they couldn’t save everyone. They had to move.

One one tier they found a conduit and began the download, taking anything they thought could be of use in the coming days.

It was in the lower medical tier that they found them: survivors from the Cayuga, emaciated, weak, but alive. They’d clung to each other in silence, scared to hope. The pilots had to burn their way through a sealed bulkhead to get them out.

It cost them another injury. More losses to note if they survived the day. But they didn’t stop.

By the time they got back to the shuttle, the station had gone from unsettling to hostile—alarms screaming, drones rising. The extraction was ugly. One pilot took a disruptor graze, another got slammed into a bulkhead by a drone—but they made it.

The hatch sealed, engines roared, and they left that cursed place behind.

There would be questions. Reports. Nightmares. But they had the survivors.

And for now, that was enough.

FIN
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: EP 2 S: [D3 | 0015hrs] If You Want Blood, You Got It
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[Hirek tr’Aimne | Corridor | Deck 6 | The Helmet] Attn: @Brutus  @RyeTanker  @Dumedion @joshs1000

There were many things Hirek tr’Aimne excelled at—manipulation, seduction, subterfuge. Moving with grace in an over-engineered Starfleet exo-suit? Not among them. The damned thing made him feel like a battle-scarred mollusk dragging a torpedo casing.

Still, he adapted.

He stood now, boots braced on the angled deck, the scent of scorched conduit biting through the filters. One arm still cradled the pale-haired Romulan—Jaeih, apparently—whom he'd helped to her feet after the sudden decompression and containment seal locked them into this corridor of chaos. Whatever he’d expected from their mission today, being body-checked into Kino Jeen mid-stride certainly wasn’t on the list.

A smirk tugged at his lips. “If I’d known you wanted me on top of you, Lieutenant, I’d have arranged more flattering lighting.” Although he'd known Jaeih had been the one to use his bulk as a weapon against Kino, Hirek couldn't resist the opportunity to make her squirm in annoyance.

Pushing himself up with a grunt, just in time to see Jaeih draw her blade and level both it and a disruptor at their teammates. What a surprise...or rather, not. Hirek narrowed his eyes. He didn’t trust her. No right-minded Romulan would, not yet. But he understood her. Anyone playing a long game inside the Tal’Shiar’s snake pit that was Romulas earned a certain measure of wary respect. And, even more, she'd been working directly with the so-called Empress. That took great skill to survive.

Still, they had no time to debate philosophies.

And predictably, their argument was interrupted by the universe attempting to kill them again. The deck exploded in heat and light as Klingons burst from the adjoining corridor with bloodlust in their eyes and bat’leths high. Weapons fire blazed. Agans and Falvar moved to intercept, but one Klingon broke through fast—

Falvar stumbled—then screamed.

Jaeih spun in, her blade a whisper of motion. The Klingon’s roar became a gurgle as her blade slipped through his midsection, then twisted savagely. She shoved the body aside without a word, already scanning for the next threat.

Another Klingon crashed toward Hirek. He lifted his weapon—but not fast enough. A shot cracked. The warrior’s head snapped sideways, armor splitting. He dropped like a sack of wet meat. Glancing over his shoulder, he caught Kino's eyes just as she moved the end of her rifle away, already scanning for her next contact.

A third Klingon suddenly leapt from cover, barreling toward Agans. The human tripped as he sought to evade, phaser scrambling uselessly from his grip.

Hirek charged. No time for grace—just brutal instinct. He ducked the swing and drove his fist into the Klingon’s throat. Cartilage crunched. The enemy fell clutching at the crushed mess that had been his windpipe.

The last Klingon made to retreat—but not fast enough. Falvar, still bleeding but mobile, let out a bark and fired. The heavy stun dropped the warrior mid-step. At Hirek's questioning glance, Falvar gave a half-shrug.

“Alive,” Falvar muttered. “We’ve got questions.”

Jaeih wiped her blade clean on the last body and glanced toward the bulkhead. Her earlier warning still hung in the air: the true threat was already moving. As if called forth by the very thought, a Commander Al-Zaheer spoke through the comm system. Knowing he'd not met everyone onboard, Hirek didn't pay much attention to the man's name, just took note of the location of the thread and sighed. He doubted it was going to be an easy approach.

Hirek looked at Falvar. The injury wasn't fatal, but he'd slow them down if he continued. Presuming on behalf of Kino, Hirek gave the man a half-smile before moving past him in the corridor. "Don’t let our new friend pass out before he spills everything.”

Agans moved to help Falvar, dragging the limp Klingon into a secured niche. Above, the lights flickered as the ship trembled again.

Jaeih met Hirek’s gaze before turning her attention back to Kino. “Do you believe me now? Or do we need to risk more before your inferior mind sees the truth?”

Hirek doubted Kino was going to take kindly to name-calling, especially not after one of her men was injured. “Ladies,” Hirek drawled, casting a glance at both women beside him. “Try not to fight over me while we save the ship.” Better they both be annoyed with him than at each other's throats.

And with that, he turned and ran, stumbled, recovered with a grunting chuckle, and resumed course towards engineering.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH2: S [Day 2 | 2315 hrs] For all the blood-tainted stars...
Last post by Krajin -
[ Dominic Winters | Wolf 10 | Local Space | U.S.S Theurgy ATTN: @Dumedion @rae @Pierce @Stegro88 @P.C. Haring - All Wolves.


Flying in this battle, evading incoming energy weapons, and engaging targets at varying ranges with the tools he had at his disposal. The Phaser emitters on his wings fired at pursuing individuals who got onto Dom’s tail or tried to do so. This battle felt like he was back in the Dominion War. Klingons and Federation on one side and a technologically superior enemy on the other. In this case, it was the Romulans, their cloaking technology was second to none and their disruptors were not a weapon to underestimate. There was so much going on in the battlefield that he had switched his comms to his current squadron and coordinated with Theurgy’s different sections, Ranger, and Helmet. Everything else was fed through to one of the side displays.

He maintained a chillingly calm demeanour in the chaos of this battle, for his culture as far as he understood a battle like this would bring great honour to the warriors who fought in it. For victory was most certainly not guaranteed, and within a moment, a life could be snuffed like a candle in the wind from a stray energy blast or by being the unexpected target of a foe getting the tactical edge over you. 

Having been seperated from his pack by a swarm of Stalkers, Dom weaved around the wreckage of a Mogai while trying to track his way back when he got the call from Shadow. “Wolves, Shadow – tally on the Helmet, she’s under heavy fire. Three and Four are engaged, anyone else in range to assist?”

“Wolf-04 this is Wolf-10 I read you. Coming in hot from Starboard side of Helmet. Target in sight.”

Came his quick response as he dove out from the remains of the Mogai and crested over the dorsal section of the Helmet. The shields were ablaze with energy discharges from the assaulting D’deredix Warbird as it got utterly hammered by the enemy. He had a quick think about such a ship and from old simulations that he and his old crew had done on a hypothetical of taking down something this large.

“Wolf-10 to all. I have an idea. Target the engineering bay along the ventral base of the head. Target data will be coming. I have two hounds, when I drop one and wreck the shields, lay in torpedoes. All we need is one good hit to disrupt the Singularity and watch a D’deridex suck itself. I’ll be danger close on the pull out, so watch the aim!”

He plunged his fighter into a tight dive down the front of the warbird, passing briefly through its Cone of Vulnerability and narrowly avoiding a blast of disruptor fire while his phaser emitters delivered some inaccurate blasts against the face of the craft. As soon as he cleared the nose, Dom swung Wolf-10 around and deployed the Cannon. Its particle laser painting the target and firing pulse-phaser blasts while his computer transmitted the targeting telemetry towards the others. As soon as he was in range, Dom initiated his pull up and dropped the Hellhound at the same location. A spectacular explosion rocked the shields of the D’deridex Warbird and now, it was in the hands of Shadow, Goldeneye and their Klingon Allies to punch a torpedo through the severely weakened shields and into their engineering section.

If done right, it should cause a cascade failure that would disrupt the stability of the microsingularity and cause the ship to implode or explode.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: EP 2 S: [D3 | 0015hrs] If You Want Blood, You Got It
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Cmdr. (3rd) Hassar al-Zaheer | Corridor Outside the AI Core | Deck 2 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Brutus @Dumedion @RyeTanker @Ellen Fitz
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The battle had been going on for some time now, an hour at least if Hassar’s chronometer was working properly, and other than a bunch of heavy jostling and the occasional power flicker it was quiet by the AI core. Around the ship though things were in chaos and Hassar knew he had already lost at least one Marine and another wounded from those attached to the Starfleet security teams. While his job was to defend his current position he couldn’t help but feel impotent, he wasn’t in charge of the ship’s internal defense, having only just arrived the day before, and had to leave the fates of his Marines in the hands of a people who eschewed direct combat in favor of diplomacy. He trusted the Spirits though and if it was their time to go hopefully they would find comfort in the afterlife; yet his frustration still lingered. Rather than think on that topic more he instead returned to the thoughts of defense of this vital part of the ship, the AI core, a miraculous piece of technology, so miraculous to Hassar it seemed like magic, however that could apply to so much Starfleet technology. He spoke with the AI, Thea, it called itself and took the guise of a human woman using holographics, it seemed pleasant and like a real person, nothing like the crude AI systems that the Vaharrans had brought with them from the old world. Thea’s realness was perhaps what solidified the importance of the mission to defend her for Hassar and his Marines, beforehand it just felt like any number of standard system defense protocols, defend the reactor, guard the armory, and so on.

There was a sudden shock that sent the entire security team tumbling to the steel deck. The lights flickered and then were extinguished to be replaced with emergency lighting. Hassar rose to his feet and helped up one of the Starfleet security officers that were with him while another broke out her tricorder device and started to scan the area. Even without the scan Hassar and the others could sense something was wrong, the communications equipment, both his own and the Starfleet issued combadges, were spotty and filled with static and the air felt heavy as the scents that accompanied broken equipment wafted down the now dimly lit corridor. Finally the security officer with the tricorder reported in, “there’s been a major hit on our deck, a hull breach, decompression of a section, the turbolift is down, shields are down in this area but are reassembling.”

“Are we going to lose oxygen?”, Hassar inquired.

“No we should be fine, the emergency force fields have sealed the damaged section.”

“Very well, let’s get some respirators on han-”

“Wait!”, he was suddenly cut off by the security officer, “I’m detecting transporter signals and Romulan life-signs, they’ve beamed a boarding party onto our deck!”

No sooner did she report this a metallic sphere was tossed by someone down the corridor in their direction, the defense team did not waste time as everyone made another acquaintance with the steel deck as the sphere bounced a couple times before rolling to a stop near the barricades to almost immediately detonate with a ear splitting noise and a blinding flash of light. Hassar was partially caught by this stunning device which left his ears ringing and temporarily unable to see in his right eye as he had not covered it in time. Most of the rest of the team were in not much better shape except for the two Marines by the portable barricades who scrambled back into a fighting position just in time for four Romulans in combat gear to round the corner intent on rushing the position while everyone was stunned. The lead two attackers were killed almost immediately before they could get a shot off, the first was hit in the neck and chest and slumped to the ground dead while the other was hit square on the right side of their forehead spraying their comrades in green blood and brains. The two following behind immediately took as much cover as they could and opened up with their disruptors but by now the rest of the combination Vaharran and Starfleet alien security force had recovered sufficiently to engage as well.

Hassar, still partially deaf, gestured for Al-Ahnad to get firing with the KP-100 while he himself crawled to the barricade. The heavy machine gun opened up as more Romulans down the corridor joined in the escalating fire fight, its deep pow pow pow was thunderous in the confined space of the ship as it sent its twenty millimeter rounds down range; its tracers and massive muzzle blast lit the corridor as did the sparks of its rounds slamming into various wall panel, shredding them to pieces. The two Romulans part of the initial assault tried to flee but were gruesomely mowed down. The Marines at the barricades along with Hassar contributed to the cacophony of noise and bullets as they kept the Romulans, probably taken aback by the destructive weaponry being used against them rather than a more civilized Starfleet phaser, took their own shots but with the level of bullets heading their way it was difficult to get a clear shot as disruptor beams struck bulkheads and barricades but were unable to hit any of the defenders directly. Sensing that the Romulans were sufficiently warded off from making another rush on their position Hassar ordered the firing slackened to conserve ammunition for another big push and with his hearing recovered enough to actually hear himself talk he attempted to reach out to his other Marines via their radios but could not get through and so switched to the Starfleet communicator.

[Security teams, this is Commander Al-Zaheer, we are under attack at the AI Core on Deck 2 by a large Romulan boarding party, numbers unknown possibly a dozen, we’ve got them held in place for now, be aware that the lift for this deck is non-functional, Al-Zaheer out], he reported to whoever was on the channel; he didn’t need reinforcements yet, but it was best to let those around know the situation. With that taken care of he popped out over the top of the barricade and sprayed a few rounds down at the Romulans to rattle them a little.


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-Hassar will for the moment be defending Thea's AI core during the battle but that may change based on events. Feel free to add a Vaharran NPC to your security squads if you like, just let me know if you have any questions about what gear they are carrying and how they fight.

-Refer to this post that details Hassar's arrival to Vector 1 with his Marines.
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