[Stardate 57714.5: May 12th, 2381]

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

October 20, 2025, 10:08:56 PM

[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.