Chapter 03: The Captain of My Soul [Supplementary: Hostile Takeover]
OOC: Placeholder for a thread that depicts events anywhere but the Main Bridge aboard the Theurgy and the Harbinger from 1200 hrs. and onwards.
[ USS Theurgy | Corridor | Deck 05 | 1200 hrs. ] Attn: Kurohigi
Selena (Luna) Ravenholm
Well that was easier than i thought it would be she said to herself wiping her hands as an single small spark seemed to zip down the hall from one holo emitter to another. It was beautiful in a certain way as the line raced away in a matter of less than a second. It was as if a fuse was skipping along the walls at the points of the holoprojectors. Within 30 seconds every projector on the ship would have "malfunctioned" burning out a small easily replaceable but crucial isolinier chip that regulated way the projectors focused light.
Sure T'rena probably would have expected sparks flying everywhere as explosions erupted from the walls but Luna would be damned if she was gonna go around replacing every holoprojector on the ship just so they could utilize Thea once she was reprogrammed. It was so much easier to send a litlte virus that overloaded this single chip anyways. Besides any peon with an IQ over 20 could easily replace the isolinier chip in question. Hell give the security guards each a pocket full of them to install on their regular rounds after the takeover is complete and the projectors would be repaired within 2 hours tops. Needless to say Selena was a bit proud of how effectively she had utterly wrecked the capabilities of Thea to project at will while making the damage so easily reversible.
She really couldn't believe the way CirCie had sabotaged the cloaking device. All that damage done and power lost. Selena knew she could have done the job and had the ship at full functionality again in a matter of hours. Still that wasn't her task. In fact she had only became aware of her task moments after the Vulcan had begun her sabotage. If she had been let in on the plan she was sure she could have offered a much more efficient means of delivering the ship virtually undamaged to her Captain.
she neared the Holographics lab, Her true objective and smirked. "Well Thea, guess I'm gonna get to know you whether you want it or not." She said her face being graced by a mischievously seductive smirk. talking to herself as she approached the door and retrieved her Paralyzer from her thigh compartment. "Locked, nice try kid but I've opened doors a lot stronger than this one."
Within moments her fingers were grazing the keypad and the door unlocked and opened. She put her back to the outside wall knowing that the holographics expert was likely to not give up Thea's emitter so willingly. It would be safer if she made him give up his position by coming after her than letting herself be an easy target if he happened to have a means of defending his lab. If he gave away his position the fight would be over with a simple shot and she would have obtained the item she was looking for without harm coming to someone that if properly convinced could prove to be a very valuable asset to the new crew.
[ Digital Oblivion ] Attn: Everyone (esp. Kurohigi & IronFerrox)
The rising threat to Thea had come along unbeknownst to her, and especially so now, when her mobile emitter was at at risk of being stolen. It all happened outside her spectrum of awareness, since just minutes ago, her pasitronic brain had been deactivated. Instead of her, Ravenholm had activated the backup computer interface system, which might still use the audio files with Thea's voice imprint, but was no more sophisticated than any other starship computer in Starfleet.
The only warning she got before the digital oblivion had settled over her consciousness was Ravenholm entering the Main Computer Core. That was, she had registered how the cybernetically augmented woman that had slept in her quarters had entered the room with her internal sensors, but not observed what she had done there since her surveillance system was not repaired yet after the first battle with the Calamity. Her projection had been elsewhere, tending to the wounded in Sickbay after the cascade failure that had originated from Main Engineering. The plasma relays exploding had resulted in many injured, even if the number of casualties had - so far - been far less than what Thea had first estimated.
If there had been the tiniest electrical synapse in her pasitronic brain core, it had been the raw emotion of fear. All that was left of Thea was the copy stored in the mobile emitter, which had yet to finish it recharging cycle... resting in its docking station.
[ USS Theurgy | Main Sickbay | Deck 07 | 1200 hrs. ]
Attn: Searcher, Doctor Maya, Sirus, Zenozine, Brutus, TheBanshee & The Counselor
Before Thea had been deactivated, Thea had been applying dermaline gel upon the torso of an engineer in the Recovery Ward. The man had not been conscious, so he had not noticed her vanishing, but if some nurse passed by the biobed, the nurse would likely find it odd that the canister had been left open on its tray, as if left in a hurry.
The door to Surgical Suite 02 was closed, because inside, the Chief Medical Officer was performing open heart surgery upon Lieutenant Tia Marlowe. Her old heart, damaged as it were by the current that had passed through it, was resting on a metallic tray next to the biobed. Assisting in the surgery was another doctor and a nurse. The former was Dr. Lahkesis Saugn, having recovered from her own injuries that morning through the unusual means of mineral water and artificial solar radiation. Yet recovered she was, and with the current workload in Sickbay, it was not like there was any opportunity to rest, even if there had been any need for it. The Teslyliac duplicate was truly remarkable in that sense, if not for her other features. The nurse that assisted both the doctors was Hylota Vojona, the Ovri that - unfortunately - was not likely to get another private session with Dr. Nicander given what had happened in Sickbay.
The team of three persons were just lowering the artificial heart into Tia's open chest cavity when the holographic emitters in the ceiling frizzled and died, which made Dr. Nicander frown, looking to the other two before continuing the surgery - their priority being their patient. Besides, the emitters dying was likely a belated effect of the plasma relays blowing across the ship. "If either of you have a moment, please check what happened on the control panel over there. Or ask Thea, she ought to know."
Outside, in the Recovery Ward, there was a slight complication when the holoemitters malfunctioned. Nurse Vinata Vojona was still recovering from his injuries from Theta Eridani IV, and as a part of the Ovri's recovery, he was supposed to not cover his skin with clothing. To preserve his modesty, a holographic curtain had been activated around his corner of the Ward, but now, the curtain was gone, and he was exposed to the entire area filled with injured and medical personnel.
Given the amount of injured from Theta Eridani IV and the number of new patients that had arrived, patients were being treated on mattresses along the edges of the area, with regular medical tricorders substituting for biobed diagnostics. The Chief Counsellor was likely not in her office, her oath as a doctor likely having drawn her out to assist the other medical officers. They were all there, Head Nurse Eve Jenkins and Doctor Maya too, with Nurse Maal there to assist them all as best as he might.
Then, there was an unexpected gathering of people arriving to the scene, consisting of the botanical scientist Cir'Cie, with her green eyes searching the faces before her, and officers of different rank and positions at her sides. Ten people with only two things in common, one being that they were not injured, and secondly... that they were all armed.
True, Cir'Cie still had a limp since the ordeal at the mountainside on Theta Eridani IV, where Dr. O'Connor had saved her, but the fact that she held a hand phaser at her side made in unmistakable that she was not there for any further treatment.
"Would someone please tell us where we can find the Chief Medical Officer," she asked with her smooth and emotionless voice - eyes unblinking as she awaited an answer.
Surgury had been going much as expected when something drew Lahkesis' thoughts out of the task at hand. As the emitters flicked off she looked up from the heart-lung machine she had been monitoring. She had only been slightly aware of them to begin with, though now that they were deactivated a faint expression of worry crossed her face. Though now was not the time to give them any thoughts, keeping a patient on the heart-lung machine any longer then need be was dangerous, even at the best of times and she feared this would quickly become something far less than that.
"If either of you have a moment, please check what happened on the control panel over there. Or ask Thea, she ought to know."
She glanced to the Chief Doctor and nodded. "Thea, What is the status of the holo-emitters in Surgical Suite 02? They seem to have deactivated," Lahkesis asked aloud, she didn't want to leave the temperamental machine. She was occupied with continuing to make some adjustments to the flow of blood and oxygen level of said blood. The last thing she needed was for the patient's condition to change and the machine to need reconfiguring.
At the silence that followed Lahkesis gave the chief a concerned look as the pang of fear flooded through her, showing itself on her face. The silent question was asked. What now?
[ Ensign Maya | Main Sickbay | Deck 07 | USS Theurgy ]
"Would someone please tell us where we can find the Chief Medical Officer?" Ensign Cir'Cie asked as calmly as a diner asking someone to pass the salt. This calm wouldn't have been unnatural, especially from a Vulcan, but with a hand phaser at her hip and nine other officers and crew behind her who were similarly armed, an emergency was almost certainly transpiring.
Maya may have been Cir'Cie's regular doctor but no one could describe them as friends. Maya didn't associate with Cir'Cie. Nobody really noticed it because until recently Maya had been working the night shift. They were two women from the same planet who were the same rank and even had the same color on the collars of their uniforms, but no one onboard could remember seeing Cir'Cie and Maya together in a social setting. Of course, neither of them was very social, so it was something easy to miss.
Doctor Maya's large hazel eyes were as composed as her long narrow face as she noted the presence of sidearms on the assembled party. When the holoemitters go out in sickbay, the proper response was for a group carrying toolkits to enter the room, not a party armed with phasers. Most of them weren't even security personnel; to say that something was wrong would be an understatement. Nevertheless Maya didn't believe in escalating the situation with so many wounded present.
"Doctor Nicander is in surgery and cannot be disturbed right now," the shorter Vulcan replied in a professional tone. "May I take a message?"
[ USS Theurgy | Main Sickbay | Deck 07 | 1200 hrs. ]
As the holo emitter fizzled Hylota looked up briefly to not this and took out the basic tricorder ad did a quick scan to see in any hazardous particles had been put out. I would not be good to have toxic agents ending up in the chest cavity of essential crew. Fining that nothing that was put off was hazardous to the surgery Hylota returned to her role in the operation and stopped to think for a moment about the holo emitter and looked back to the door lading to the other patient and her brother. Knowing the sensitivity of her brother's appearance she did not wish to risk his decency and thought she should go check up on that quickly.
Hylota handed off another tool to Lucan and then spoke as he was no longer in a vital moment. "Doctor, I would like to poke my head out to check on the other holo emitters.Since we have them being used to service patient and keep privacy, I would like to make sure that they are in fact still operational." She was mostly worried about Vinata but the fact of the matter was that if all of the emitters were down, then something a wrong. One single system did not go down without taking others with it, if the holo emitters were down allover it as likely a targeted action.
[ USS Theurgy | Recovery Ward | Deck 07 | 1200 hrs. ]
Meanwhile Vinata was certain hat things were wrong as he was going through some stretches to work out his body for the time he had to be stuck in isolation due to Ovri regulations, but as he was stretching out his back and facing towards the rest of the sickbay the holo curtain failed. Vinata was left exposed and standing with his chest on full display of the rest of the medical staff and patients. He turned a deep violet as he covered his chest with his arms, leaving his smooth crotch exposed as he looked around and he gently smacked the protective barrier to make sure it was still there and to get the attention of someone.
He looked about and noted the people staring at him thinking he was a woman and he bit his lip lightly before speaking to anyone that would hear him. "Um excuse me, the holo emitter seems to have failed here. Could I get a gown or a screen to conceal me please? I would rather not have to cover my chest like his until the problem is fixed." Vinata was curious what had happened, his type of this should not have happened, the holo emitters in the medical bay were designed to work even through battles, and they had worked through most of the chaos hat had ensued without having trouble where he was. He hoped that this was just some engineering mishap after the latest calamity, but the Ovri were raised to look at thing in different ways, he could not stop himself from thinking about the worst possible cases for what was happening.
[Fighter Assault Bay 1158 hrs]
Attn: all lone wolves and deck crew
Miles Paced around his fighter finishing his rounds of the hangar bay. HE was more than pleased at the productivity that his pilots and the deck crew had put forth in the wake of the murder. he couldn't help but wonder if they were subconsciously working harder in either respect of the dead or to spite the murderer but nonetheless His own sped up request was nearing full completion despite the malfunctions that had occurred less than an hour before. At the moment each and every valkyrie was at no less than 90 percent launch ready and the remaining 10 percent to ready were the preflight checklists, topping off the Antimatter and deuterium chambers, and filling in a few fighters' empty hardpoints.
IN a bit of impatient unease he looked at the chronometer readout on his kneepadd and sighed. "T-minus 2 mins on 1200 hrs and still no request from the bridge on status. Something Ain't right." he said to himself as he watched another minute tick away then another.
It was now Noon 1200 hrs and no word from the bridge. With his above usual ranged hearing he saught the soft sound of multiple shorts as he jerked his head around the bay for a moment discerning the direction though unsure of the source or sources. 'probably just collateral damage from those plasma relay shorts' he thought to himself as he tapped the combadge. "SCO to Miss-ops whats the status on ETA to Starbase. Over."
There was no answer. "Repeat, This is miles to mission ops What is the ETA for arrival at the star-base over."
Miles looked around and looked outside to emptiness of space outside the hangar bay looking with wonder at the emptiness and vacuum that was merely a forcefield away from tearing the bay apart with the torrent of a decompressive wave. Something out there caught his eye. If he didn't know better he swore he saw some movement like a faint shadow moving against the backdrop. 'a cloak, could someone else be spying on us?' he thought initially having heard old stories of how Klingon birds of prey captains would stay in a ships engine wake waiting for the right moments to pounce. walking over towards his fighter he spoke up to noone in particular. "Thea, according to scans are there any anomalies detected within line of sight of the hangar bay. No answer. Not even from Thea.
This is just plain weird he thought to himself as he stepped up into his fighter to check its readiness status as it was still running a preflight systems efficiency test. He could already see an error on his ships sensors though. TO diagnose it better he brought up the live sensor readout and shook his head seeing something where he had been looking. Multiple small craft approaching Thergy Hangar by entrance estimated time to collision less than 5 minutes. "The hell?" Miles brought up a detailed scan and his face went white with horror not because of seeing the telltale return beacons of the entire squadron of Valk 2's on approach. It was at this very moment that he looked towards the security checkpoint and saw to his horror One of the security walking over to the hangar bay corridor entrance and open the door before drawing his phaser and Destroying the door controls leaving the door wide open. It was less than a second later that he had opened fire on two of the other security officers a third officer reacting in time to put the betraying security noncom down.
Miles quickly tapped his combadge SCO to Lone wolves multiple contacts inbound ETA less than five, Launch if you can repeat all flight ready Wolves scramble. Miles tapped the combadge again opening a deckwide channel over the PA system. "All hands on deck this is lieutenant commander Miles Renard Lone wolves SCO. It appears that we are under attack by the Harbinger Personnel I repeat we are under attack. I am ordering an evacuation of the Hangar bay all hands are to retreat to a Defensible position. All deck crew clear the flight deck Full squadron scramble order has been given. I repeat Clear deck all available wolves are ordered to launch. Orders are target Valkyrie 2's and kill on sight I repeat Valk 2s are Kill on sight. Non-flight ready wolves arm yourselves and disperse available weaponry to deck crew. Looks like we have company incoming."
He jumped from his fighter as he tossed the Phaser from the safe to a nearby Deck crew noncom and did the same with his type 2 from within his fighter and slung the type three to his shoulder flipping up the targeting reticule on it and setting its small screen on a zoomed setting before aiming downrange at one of the many aggressors he could see beginning to swarm through the door. "Everyone take cover! We have incoming and they don't look friendly.," he shouted Getting into a kneeling position behind some cover and opened fire on one of the first through the port door. seeing this invasion another thought came to mind. "Please don't tell me you were in on this Valky." He said thinking aloud about how he hoped that The one person he had truly felt close to in a long time hadn't betrayed his entire world. Then a even worse thought came to him. What if she wasn't in on it. What could be happening to her in that case.
[Fighter assault bay, 1159]
Following the announcement of the murder to his deck gang, Sten Convington had little time to let them absorb the knowledge. There was a mission to accomplish and every man and woman he led had work to do. But he knew they could do it. A pleasant consequence of being attached to the testbed platform for the field-testing of the Mk III fighters was that he had been able to bring on a deck crew of his own choosing. Each and every one he knew. Marquette had been his second when these new fighters were being designed and going through their initial flight testing. Thomason he had trained himself in a recent Chief of Flight Deck Operations qualifications. As for the rest of them they were a collection of recent trainees who had earned his positive notice, were experienced hands on operational decks or had been involved in the Mk III program. And all of them knew what it was like to lose a teammate, either through accident, negligence or stupidity or as a result of his training methods which involved the clever use of holo-emitters to simulate dreadful results.
As such, they worked hard, pushing their shock and outrage to the back burner so they could do their jobs under the careful eye and unerring direction of Papa Bear. And when no call to launch fighters came, the Chief did not ponder or even worth about it. Even the best-laid plans could go astray. And truth be told, having more time to prepare was always a good thing.
But what he had not expected was the urgent call to scramble accompanied by the shrieks of phaser fire. What in the world was going on? Instinctively, he drew his own phaser which he'd retrieved shortly after briefing his crew. He was, after all, Papa Bear and protecting his people was what he did. And showing he was armed was a reminder he'd never allow anything to happen to them.
No sooner had Iron Fox gotten off the PA, Sten's fingers worked his PADD and the deck's action alarm sounded, a sound much different from the dread klaxon of Red Alert for obvious reasons. "Scramble, scramble, scramble!" He bellowed. "Marquette, arm up and back up the Sir. Thomason, get those other doors shut! Someone get us an alternate exit. MOVE!"
From his end, Covington did not even draw his weapon. He had real work to do. And, taking cover between two fighters, he gestured to the first one in which a pilot was getting strapped in and gave the signal to launch. Despite the scramble order, traffic still needed to be directed since the birds were not lined up in an orderly launch order and the last thing they needed was a crash in the bay.
[ Tessa May Lance | USS Theurgy | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 | 1200 hrs. ]
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Lieutenant Tessa Maya Lance, callsign 'Goldeneye' had taken a shower after struggling valiantly to get her Valkyrie ready to launch in time. It wasn't, and there was no one to blame up herself. Lord knew that Sten Covington and his people had bent over backwards to get all the fighters ready. She hadn't been pulling her own weight, and everybody had been covering for her. Petty Officer Adara Hussien, a small dark Terran deckhand of Arabian descent had promised to get her bird back together while Tessa washed the engine grease off and got into her flight suit. As Tessa suited up in the locker room she wondered how many of her friends would die because she was tardy.
They were heading on a suicide mission that would reveal the truth to the United Federation of Planets. Whether they lived or died wouldn't matter if they succeeded. Other ships and other crews would take up their banner and fight until the war was won. So why was Goldeneye dragging her feet? Being hungover was no excuse. Everyone was hungover. Everyone was stressed out. They all were fighting post-traumatic stress disorder. So why wasn't Tessa hauling her share of the load? Was she doing this on purpose?
She squeaked and staggered backwards when she heard Miles Renard's voice coming out of her combadge. "All hands on deck this is lieutenant commander Miles Renard Lone wolves SCO. It appears that we are under attack by the Harbinger personnel. I repeat we are under attack. I am ordering an evacuation of the Hangar bay all hands are to retreat to a Defensible position. All deck crew clear the flight deck Full squadron scramble order has been given. I repeat Clear deck all available wolves are ordered to launch. Orders are target Valkyrie 2's and kill on sight I repeat Valk 2s are Kill on sight. Non-flight ready wolves arm yourselves and disperse available weaponry to deck crew. Looks like we have company incoming."
The Harbinger personnel were attacking? Were they crazy? No matter who won, both ships would lose the war of attrition. It wasn't as if either ship was getting resupplied after all, and replacement crew was impossible to find. How insane did they have to be to...?
Her blood ran cold when she reviewed Ironwolf's last words: "Non-flight ready wolves arm yourselves and disperse available weaponry to deck crew." That meant there were enemies aboard the ship as well as attacking from the outside. This was a new level of fracked.
Her hand slid down to the pocket in her flightsuit that held her tiny hand phaser. The small, hand-held 'type one' hand phaser was easily concealable was less than ten centimeters long and two and a half centimeters wide, perfect to bring along in your fighter for emergencies or appearing unarmed so you won't be a priority target. It had only eight settings but that was more than enough if you were fighting personnel and not trying to cut through a bulkhead. Phaser in hand she kept over to the door separating the locker room from the flight deck. She'd just open the door a crack and peek out and see what was going on...
The door sounded deafening loud as it hissed open automatically and revealed her to the hanger bay. So much for being stealthy! Thank goodness her Valkyrie was parked right in front of the locker room. Evelyn Rawley's Valk was on the right and Wolf-08's fighter was to the left. Together they blocked the view of the door out where the bad guys had to be coming in.
Her eyes nearly jumped out of her head when she saw Wolf-08's fighter move away to reveal one of the security noncoms who had been assigned to the flight deck. He was furtively making his way to Ironwolf and Papa Bear's office. Behind him was the exit to the corridor wide open with three comatose security personnel lying the deck nearby.
Screaming like a banshee, Tessa closed her eyes and fired her tiny phaser five times at him. The phaser was set for stun; it didn't matter what she hit as long as she got that backstabbing son of a targ. She was rewarded by the sound of a groan and the thump of a body hitting the deck. Opening her eyes she saw the comatose coffee colored corpus of Petty Officer Jacque Marquette, the deck hand Sten had sent to the secret weapon's locker in their office. Of the treacherous security man there was no sign.
Until the door slid open on the office door and he came out firing that is. Tessa shrieked and did an impressively athletic dance as she jumped and dodged to get out of the way before finally leaping behind her fighter.
[ Sickbay | Surgical Suite 02 ] Attn: Sirus & Nevomite
His mouth covered by his teal mask, Lucan raised his pale eyes to catch the concerned look of Doctor Saugn, and he also wondered why the Ship A.I. had fallen silent, not to mention what had just happened to the emitters. Clearly, there had to be a connection, and the question was whether or not the problem was restricted to the surgical suite alone.
Then, Nurse Vojona requested to step outside to investigate, and Lucan turned his head towards her before replying. "Please do," he said and turned his eyes back to the artificial heart, resting there in Lieutenant Marlowe's open chest cavity, "And come back here with what you have found out. If there is nothing urgent, remember to return via one of the decontamination chambers. Doctor Saugn and I will try to finish the surgery in the meantime."
Thoughts racing behind his eyes as he worked to connect the major arteries with the short tubes of the new heart, he looked up towards Lahkesis - this unique Teslyliac duplicate that had served in Sickbay for some time. "She seems to handle the physical strain of the surgery quite well, so if there is something amiss, why don't you join me with the dermal regenerator and mend the areas I finish as I proceed? If we are under attack, we might endanger the patients' life by not finishing this as soon as we can, because if we have to leave her like that, there is no telling what might happen." Lucan started working more quickly, switching medical equipment from the tray next to him on his own since he had no nurse available. "I have already connected one of the major aortas, and if you keep pace with me, we'll be ready to close her in just a couple of minutes unless something unforeseen happens. Are you ready?"
As he began, and despite how much of his attention the surgery demanded from him, his thoughts strayed to the potential situation evolving outside the doors of the surgical suite. He did not like to be out of control of the events that unfolded around him.
[ Sickbay | Recovery Ward ] Attn: Doctor Maya, Zenozine, Searcher, Brutus
“Doctor Nicander is in surgery and cannot be disturbed right now,” Cir'Cie heard the shorter Vulcan say. “May I take a message?”
"I understand," said the botanist Vulcan, who's expertise in the field of engineering had been found lacking during the sabotage, but who was still science officer enough to know perfectly well where Doctor Maya had just told her that the CMO was, "so he is either in the primary unit by his office or he is in one of the surgical suites. Thank you, now please step aside."
To emphasise her request, the Ops Officer behind her shoulder raised his phaser to point it at the Vulcan from the hip. Then Cir'Cie and the people behind her brushed past the Medical Officer standing in their way.
At the farthest back corner of the Recovery Ward, an alien voice rose with a chirping intonation. "Um excuse me, the holo emitter seems to have failed here. Could I get a gown or a screen to conceal me please? I would rather not have to cover my chest like his until the problem is fixed." Cir'Cie, however, ignored the Ovri male, merely giving him an appraising glance as she was limping to the farthest door of the ward that, the door that would take them to the corridors that connected all parts of Sickbay. She rounded on the gathered people and spoke to them all.
"As of 1200 hrs today, this ship is no longer under the command of Captain Jien Ives, who will likely be confined to the Brig henceforth." She spoke as if commenting on the growth of weed in the hydroponics bay. "At the senior staff meeting this morning, your former Captain proved how he - or she - was unfit for command because of the dangerous nature of our next mission, a mission that was supposed to be out last. Instead of us all committing suicide, the USS Theurgy is now under the command of Commodore Vasser and Captain T'Rena, who will provide us all with a means to survive, and to fight the enemy at a far better ratio of success than in our previous course-of-action. Please return to your regular duties while we take necessary measures to facilitate the ship's new command."
Cir'Cie then turned to her entourage. "The five of you will accompany me to the CMO office and the primary surgical suite, the rest of you will search the other surgery rooms by the decontamination chambers. Secure the CMO so that I can show him the futility in Captain Ives' strategy."
OOC: The holoemitters are down, but the same emitters also generate forcefields, so in order to handle the team that has arrived, the options are, but is is not limited to A) Brute force B) Deception C) Debate D) Hyposprays E) Distractions E) Sending for help. The auxiliary ship computer still responds to the command "computer" instead of "Thea" now that she has been deactivated. Idea: Cir'Cie's speech above could have been overheard in some fashion by Sarresh Morali if he has ventured from his biobed, Wenn Cinn if he is visiting the Morgue to follow up on Narik Cinsaj's demise, Dyan Cardamone since she may be accompanying him or since she means to speak with someone in Sickbay, Hylota Vojona since she has left the surgical suite, or any other character that has reason to be in Sickbay.
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[ Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ] Attn: Writers of Lone Wolves & CanadianVet
Since she had been handed the mission details by Renard in the briefing room, Evelyn Rawley had been eager to launch a Valkyrie and ride it down the collective throat of Starfleet so that Ives and the rest could broadcast the truth about Starfleet Command from Starbase 84. Sad fact was that her trusty bird had been destroyed outside the Hromi Cluster when they first fought the Calamity, and she did not exactly have medical leave to fly yet either. Her wings were clipped... but that had not stopped her before. Fuck regulations, for I will be out there when the time comes.
With Narik Cinsaj dead, the Reaver Project had been halted as well, but that was perhaps for the best. Rawley had no inclination to work with Razor because of what had happened that morning. Therefore, she had been assisting in preparing Wolf-12's fighter, which had been moved to her old 06 spot in the hangar - parked right outside their lounge. This was where she had been, taking a quick break, just as Renard made his announcement over the PA System - his words emphasised by the sound of phaser fire.
"All hands on deck this is Lieutenant Commander Miles Renard, Lone Wolves SCO. It appears that we are under attack by Harbinger personnel, I repeat we are under attack. I am ordering an evacuation of the Hangar bay. All hands are to retreat to a Defensible position. All deck crew, clear the flight deck. Full squadron scramble order has been given. I repeat. Clear deck. All available wolves are ordered to launch. Orders are to target Valkyrie two's and kill on sight. I repeat Valk twos are kill-on-sight. Non-flight ready wolves, arm yourselves and disperse available weaponry to deck crew. Looks like we have company incoming."
Rawley was on her feet and out through the sliding doors in a couple of seconds, met by the sight of the deck crew clearing the hangar floor and taking cover behind trolleys with machinery and tools - returning fire towards the port and starboard entrances.
"Holy fuck!" she exclaimed and considered what she might do, raking her hands over her shaved head while her mind worked furiously. She spotted Tessa firing against whatever she might hit after she stepped out from the locker rooms, and in her wake emerged Wolf-12, running towards the Valkyrie that Rawley had prepared - meaning to launch as per Renard's orders. "Hey, you, throw down a phaser after you climb u-!"
But Wolf-12 did not make it to the ladder.
Out of nowhere stepped Nightmare, dark hair whipping about as she struck Wolf-12 across the face with the butt of her Mk III assault rifle. Rawley could not articulate the curses on her tongue as she saw - with wide eyes - how Hannah's strike made Wolf-12's feet leave the floor in mid-sprint. The helmet would have cushioned such a well-timed strike, but now it fell from senseless fingers to the hangar bay floor. It rolled to Rawley's feet, but she could not tear her eyes from Nightmare as she raised her rifle and pointed it at her. She must have lost her mind, was the singular coherent thought that came to Rawley, who raised her hands in surrender in lack of anything else to do.
"I will not throw my life away, and neither should you," said Hannah, raising the rifle to her shoulder and aiming at Rawley from her position by the the Valkyrie. There were tears in her eyes. "Vasser is the only one that can save the Galaxy, and Captain Ives is just desperate, sending us to die in vain in a battle already lost. Evelyn, please understand. Vasser needs us if he is to win the war. Help me talk sense into Fox. Stop this madness."
"Okay, Hannah, but stop pointing that thing at me. We are in the same pack," said Rawley and cleared her throat, not sure what she was supposed to say to placate Nightmare. She had no idea what was going on. She spotted Soo Young Seung behind Hannah, her white headphones on and with a confused expression on her face as she dodged behind one of the trolleys to make her way over to them.
"What happened to Twelve?" Soo called over the din of the firefight, not having seen the rifle in Hannah's hands.
"No, don-!" called Rawley, but it was too late. Nightmare rounded on Oracle and shot her in the chest.
Soo took a couple of steps back, looking down to see where she had been hit. Her hand phaser fell from her fingertips. She landed on her knees, and then toppled to the side. Rawley had no idea if she was alive or not, but she heard Hannah's whisper - barely audible over the noise of Valkyries igniting their engines.
"Forgive me."
[ Axius vel Onea | USS Theurgy | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 | 1201 hrs. ]
Axius liked working up a sweat. Any way that he could; sex, velocity, exercising. He imagined the sweat as the stress and emotion just flowing out from his body, leaving him ironically clean and refreshed as he donned the rigorous physical feats of his exercise routine. It was the start of a cycle, having been out for so long on medical bedrest, so accordingly, the Câroon wanted to ease his body into his old habits with trusty cardiovascular work.
Minutes ago, he was only steps away from his current position on the sonic treadmill, in the briefing room of his squadron, learning of the murderous acts that were committed on his ship. Mass murder - common for his crew. Now the homicide of a single person, that was something out of the ordinary for this ship. It was times like these that Axius wished he was involved with the Security department in some fashion. Moments of relaxation and informality like the night before are breeding grounds for crime, he observed. He would like to prevent things like these if he weren't the pilot he was today. It still set him on edge, and he couldn't tell if sound waves forcing his feet back as he sprinted in place was really solving that.
Black earbuds dangled from his ears, music spilling into his brain as he continued to push his feet forward on the plane. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and dabbed it with the towel hanging from the edge of the whirring machine. His musculature gleamed against the artificial overhead lights, and he stepped off of the machine to readjust his falling active shorts when he looked at the time. 1201. He extended his arms on the machine, letting them support his lower body and his now lowered head in a few short moments of rest. He turned up the volume a few more settings and swung his hips over the machine once more, his head now facing the darkened glass as shapes of people scattered in the fighter bay.
His uniform was, of course, in the locker room next door, although his combadge shouldn't have been left pinned on it. It would have been noticed on his chest if there was something that needed to be announced. So imagine his surprise when he stepped through the doors into chaos.
The upbeat music came to a subito piano as the buds were ripped from his ears.
Directly in front of the gym's entrance was the slot for 06, Rawley's bird, but 12 was in its place for maintenance. This fighter, for the most part, guarded him in that split second of phaser fire before he crossed his arms and tilted to the metal ground, the weight of his body pulling him into a shoulder roll as he ducked underneath the Valkyrie. He frantically, on instinct, ravaged his shirtless body in search of a phaser that would have been there if he hadn't of decided to exercise after the briefing.
His mind was agape - wiped in the oblivion of disbelief and ignorance as to what caused the deployment of the Wolves and the attack against crew members. He peered out from under the Valkyrie 12, seeing, along with volleys of orange phaser fire, the murder of Oracle. Her nimble body dropped to the ground, signature white headphones still bolted into her ear canal. Standing over her, and the owner of the fighter he hid beneath, was none other than Hannah, who seemed to be conversing with the owner of the dock Axius crouched atop.
Her face mirrored his own, and he locked sympathetic eyes with her, as there was nothing he could do without his immediate death. The sea-green irises pleaded one emotion, "What should I do?"
[ Hylota Vojona | Sickbay | Surgical Suits ] Attn: Auctor Lucan
Hylota nodded and set everything she had down and moved out of the room without another word. Hylota felt that formalities could be skipped as things were clearly happening that they did not know about right now. Hylota turned to her right and made her way to the door that led to the hall so she could head to the Recovery ward to make sure her brother as alright. Hylota reached the door and stepped as sh heard commotion coming from the other side of the door. Hylota slowed down and stopped at the door and wondered what was going on. Not wanting to interrupt the people she opened the door and listened.
Hylota had missed part of the conversation but she heard, "...be out last. Instead of us all committing suicide, the USS Theurgy is now under the command of Commodore Vasser and Captain T'Rena, who will provide us all with a means to survive, and to fight the enemy at a far better ratio of success than in our previous course-of-action. Please return to your regular duties while we take necessary measures to facilitate the ship's new command." Hearing this Hylota moved back and began to slowly close the door as she heard Cir'Cie talk about finding Lucan, she did not need to listen any longer. Hylota backed away from the door and looked back to the surgical suit she had just left. Stepping back Hylota knew she did not have a lo of time, this seemed to be a mutiny, and as someone not art of the rebelling side it was her duty to protect her CO no matter what.
Hylota acted in mild panic and reentered Surgical Suit 02. "Doctor, I just overheard some unsavory news. Someone is trying to perform a mutiny, they are searching for you right now. They know you are in surgery and are moving to capture you. Sir you must enact a quarantine on this section before they can get to you." Hylota's mind was racing, there was no way to run for it, the people were probably watching the exits and without weapons fighting was out of the question, and against an armed foe digging in was often a good option. Hylota also noted her brother, with everyone focusing on capturing Lucan he could be of great use if they could contact him.
[ Vinata Vojona | Sickbay | Recovry Ward ] Attn: Auctor Lucan
As Cir'Cie looked over him he stepped away covering himself as best he could as the field around him soon failed and the hot humid air he was surrounded with dissipated and left Vinata cold, nude and forced to break his isolation. He shuddered and looked around before moving to a corner and trying to plan out what he could do. He looked to Doctor Maya and then to Cir'Cie as she gave her speech on what was going on. He was in no shape to take part in a counter attack on his own, ad he still needed a outfit to cover himself up before he died of embarrassment. Fortunately the sudden news of mutiny had drawn all attention off of Vinata. But with the news of mutiny Vinata like his sister felt the sense of duty to his commander and felt he must do whatever he could to sabotage the actions of the mutineers. But he had to wait, no need to rush into anything without a plan, he would let thing play out a little before trying anything.
[ USS Theurgy | Main Sickbay | Deck 07 ]
Maya (https://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/131/f/5/maya_04_by_auctor_lucan-d7i02mz.png) could only watch as Cir'Cie announced the breakup of an alliance, the betrayal by the only friends that the Theurgy had found at this point.
"As of 1200 hrs today, this ship is no longer under the command of Captain Jien Ives, who will likely be confined to the Brig henceforth," Cir'Cie declared with the stereotypical disdain her people were known for. "At the senior staff meeting this morning, your former Captain proved how he - or she - was unfit for command because of the dangerous nature of our next mission, a mission that was supposed to be our last. Instead of us all committing suicide, the USS Theurgy is now under the command of Commodore Vasser and Captain T'Rena, who will provide us all with a means to survive, and to fight the enemy at a far better ratio of success than in our previous course-of-action. Please return to your regular duties while we take necessary measures to facilitate the ship's new command."
There was no time analyze the situation or choose a side. The only thing to do now was to keep the situation from escalating. If Lucan Nicander could convince the mutineers that whoever was in command was irrelevant to the medical department, they would be allowed to continue saving lives regardless of whose side they were on. Unfortunately Doctor Nicander was in surgery. He could hardly assure these people that weapons weren't necessary and that a memo informing sickbay of the change would probably do. It was up to Maya. Acts of brutality were common occurrences during changes of power and Maya would try to prevent them if she could.
"Very well," Maya acknowledged. "I assure you that arresting Doctor Nicander is not necessary and that he will likely cooperate if sickbay is not interfered with. He is currently operating on Lieutenant Marlowe, one of the replacements we received from the Harbinger. I must warn you that if you disturb him at this crucial juncture, you will cause the death of an irreplaceable officer who is accustomed to following Captain Vasser's orders. If you must take him into custody, will you allow me to prep for surgery? I assure you I will be prompt."
Was Maya's assessment of Lucan's loyalty accurate? The truth was irrelevant. The important thing now was to make sure that the medical department wasn't interfered with. Lahkesis was in the surgical suite with Nicander right now. The thought of the poor child being threatened by these poorly trained mutineers was unbearable. It was essential to keep everybody safe and Doctor Nicander in charge. His medical and creative genius had been essential in saving lives and performing medical feats previously thought impossible. If Nicander remained chief medical officer, perhaps he could form a strategy that could free the ship from the intruders, or at the very least, make sure that no one in sickbay was hurt.
At the words of the Chief Medical Officer Lahkesis nodded and quickly switched the machine she had been manning from manual to automatic. They would not have long, but with two doctors it would not take that much longer to finish the operation, at least she hoped it would not.
As she moved over to the operating table she grabbed a dermal regenerator and switched it over to subdermal, allowing her to began mending the open wounds around the heart, binding it to the new inorganic one with expert skill. It was close quarters, Dr. Lucan would barely finish one artery or vein when Lahkesis would find herself running the dermal regenerator over it.
She was only paused for a single second when Hylota entered looking upset about something, it all became clear when she spoke. "Doctor, I just overheard some unsavory news. Someone is trying to perform a mutiny, they are searching for you right now. They know you are in surgery and are moving to capture you. Sir you must enact a quarantine on this section before they can get to you."
And then there was a moment when it seemed like everything stopped. Then in an instant it started up again. Lahkesis got right back to work, her pulse pounding in her ears. Time just went from a near abundance to something far more limited and there was still much to do.
Yet as the seconds ticked by the surgery drew to a close. They had to hurry and yet there was no margin for error. The pressure was truly on. And yet her thoughts strayed to Dr. Maya, who was still in main sickbay and the events that were transpiring just outside the door. She wanted to run, to hide, and yet she had to stay. A life depended on it.
When the last of the blood vessels had been linked to the new artificial heart Lahkesis spared a glance up at the Dr. Lucan. They were almost done and time was short.
OOC: Sorry, added the response to Hylota's report. I totally missed it. My mind was out to lunch i guess. Sorry lol
[ Thomas Ravon | USS Theurgy | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 | 1201 hrs. ]
Thomas was sitting in his cockpit of his Valk while the pre flight systems check was nearing it's end. He was already suited up and he'd been sitting here for a while. The reason why he was already geared up and ready to go was that he avoided contact with everyone else of his squadron after what had happened between him and Rawley. Even though he believed he could trust Rawley not to snitch on him, he couldn't help but believe that it somehow tainted him. As if everyone in his squad could see what he had done and that for all intent and purpose he could be a stonecold killer. The idea was floating around in the back of his mind, knowing that if someone made that link he might as well be detained for suspicion of the murder on the Boslic engineer.
A bleep brought him back from his paranoia mind rush and he smiled as his bird checked out and was ready for combat. He tapped the top of his console and whispered "Well done. I know I could trust on you." Yet his brief moment of joy was interrupted as he heard the PA system.
"All hands on deck this is Lieutenant Commander Miles Renard, Lone Wolves SCO. It appears that we are under attack by Harbinger personnel, I repeat we are under attack. I am ordering an evacuation of the Hangar bay. All hands are to retreat to a Defensible position. All deck crew, clear the flight deck. Full squadron scramble order has been given. I repeat. Clear deck. All available wolves are ordered to launch. Orders are to target Valkyrie two's and kill on sight. I repeat Valk twos are kill-on-sight. Non-flight ready wolves, arm yourselves and disperse available weaponry to deck crew. Looks like we have company incoming."
Thomas stared at the console as he registered what had just been called out and he flipped the switches and started his bird up. He looked outside now and saw the first bolts of phaser fire flying around in the room and he shook his head as this was going to be a rough take off. Yet what he witnessed next just made his feet sink into the ground.
First he saw Hannah walking up to 12's bird and smack down the pilot with the butt end of her rifle. "The fuck...?" he mumbled from his position as he saw her aiming the rifle down at Rawley while Axius dove under the bird. In a matter of seconds he saw Soo climb up and the discharge of the rifle launched her back onto the flight deck. Razor's eyes widened in horror as he saw her seemingly lifeless body and he shout out in terror.
Whilst his engines went up to full power he snatched the Mk III rifle from his cockpit and crouched up so he could take a shot. The engines caused for vibrations which made the shot a bit harder to make. Yet Thomas exhaled slowly and aimed down the sight as time seemed to go slower and slower. The sound of discharges and screaming faded into a slow motion blur of sounds and with a well aimed shot he discharged two rounds from his rifle. The first shot hit Hannah in the lower back while the second one ended up against her shoulder blades. Thomas made eye contact with Rawley as he lowered his rifle. He tossed it towards one of the deckhands and plunged down in his seat, closing off the cockpit.
He taxied his fighter and looked over at Hannah's and Soo's body on the hangar floor. He exhaled slowly and nodded at Axius and Rawley before he fired his Valk off to meet the incoming Harbinger pilots. He realized as he scrambled through the hangar bay that he'd be the first one out. The first one to meet some action.
[Sarresh Morali | Main Sickbay | Deck 07]
Sarresh Morali's new eyes caught everything. Every little detail. The analytical part of his (altered) brain marvelled at the ability, and wondered at how useful said eyes would have been in his former job, of observing time itself and looking for irregularities. If Dr. Nicander could ever provide the damn manual that the previous owner had for the opticals, he could very likely adjust the settings to search for specifics. The doctor whose skull these had previously occupied had the devices configured to read out medical stats. So Sarresh could tell with a sickening accuracy who was and wasn't dying in the room around him, and to a less morbid extent, watch as lives were saved.
Given the wealth of data that he was quite literally up to his eyeballs in, when the ship had gone to hell, Sarresh had tried to offer help to the medical staff. But statistics or not, having no real medical training the newly restructured man was kindly ordered to sit the fuck down and stay out of the way. And so he sat, disgruntled, in the standard medical garb of a patient with his arms crossed, watching as sickbay filled with wounded. The former Ash'reem was very much not released to his duty station, and was to remain under observation for an extended amount of time (That being, right up until the actual assault on the starbase, most likely). And while most of the work was happening in other rooms (the temporal affairs officer was still in the main surgical bay) he could still tell things were going...poorly.
Said convalescence came to a rather abrupt, and armed end, with the arrival of Cir'Cie and her ilk. The sudden rush of people had died off, and curiosity got the better of the man. Added in to the disruption across the holomatrix of the sickbay, and it was clear to Sarresh that something was up. What of course, was anyone's guess, and so with a bit of a stumble, the time traveller slipped from the bed and padded, barefoot, across the bay, past the empty duty stations. He watched a nurse rush by, to the recovery ward, and hung back, pasting himself just shy of the corner, listening.
"As of 1200 hrs today, this ship is no longer under the command of Captain Jien Ives, who will likely be confined to the Brig henceforth," Cir'Cie declared with the stereotypical disdain her people were known for. "At the senior staff meeting this morning, your former Captain proved how he - or she - was unfit for command because of the dangerous nature of our next mission, a mission that was supposed to be our last. Instead of us all committing suicide, the USS Theurgy is now under the command of Commodore Vasser and Captain T'Rena, who will provide us all with a means to survive, and to fight the enemy at a far better ratio of success than in our previous course-of-action. Please return to your regular duties while we take necessary measures to facilitate the ship's new command."
The frown that formed on Sarresh's face was almost comical, the way his brows furrowed even as his mouth formed a small 'o'. His mind began racing, faster perhaps than his new body was ready to keep up with. Mutiny by the Harrbinger? he thought, arms crossed as he leaned back against the wall, processing. He couldn't remember anything about that - then again, why would he? Perhaps this was how history unfolded. Jien Ives batshit plan to storm Starbase 84 usurped by the calm, sane hand of Captain - Commodore Vasser....It didn't feel right. If Vasser was the one that was supposed to save the Federation...why had Sarresh ended up on the Theurgy?
He didn't want to think about this, about any of it. He wanted to go curl back up on the biobed. No, he wanted to go back in time. Back to a time when Amikris still lived. When she was there with him, where he could save her, prevent her from going to those damned hot springs. Where he could have his mate back, in his true body, instead of what he was now - Frankenstein's Monster, without his bride. He wanted to let Vasser shove Ives out an airlock, and watch as the bastard's body tumbled head over heels into the vacuum of space. He wanted...
It didn't matter. Despite his hate for Ives, Sarresh knew he couldn't let it all stand. All of his sacrifices would be for nothing, if he did nothing. And he hated every minute of it. But as the nurse scampered back towards the isolation ward, bringing the news to Dr. Nicander, Sarresh knew he had to do something. He had to keep Cir'Cie away from the good doctor. He could hear the other Vulcan, Maya, debating with the apparently armed intruders. He edged forward and snuck a peek frowning further and ducking back into the surgical bay.
He had to do something...
The air around Miles soon began to smell with the faint scents of ozone and plasma. As the phaser fire began to be exchanged on both sides of the more and more clearly defining battle lines. Most shocking of all though was seeing one of his own pilots joining the battle lines of the enemy having struck down one of her own fellow Wolves. It was moments later that he saw the treacherous Slaverton fall to the ground in an unknown state of life or death. The same could be said of all who now lay unconscious. Miles saw then and knew not whether they were alive or dead though IN his own mind he chose to prepare for the worst and assumed death had befallen his valued fellow pilots.
He tapped the com badge addressing his pilots, "Wolves, I don't care who's fighter you take. If you are near one that's operable get in and launch. Leave yourself one of the two phaser's within but hand off at least one of the holdout phasers within to someone before you launch. Those Valk 2's were approaching fast and I once even one of them get through the bays lost to us." He said as he concentrated causing his body to deform into his true shape. He groaned in a strange kind of pain as he felt bones popping out of sockets and back in in new arrangements. Soon he gritted his teeth as his muzzle stretched reforming into the canid muzzle. Having taken his true body's form he could feel the difference in shape weight and movement already. "If you're staying grounded Give the fliers some cover." he said into the com as he agilely jumped over the cover he was hiding behind racing to the next spot of cover.
He braced his back against the cover and brought the control settings to near his mouth.quickly began to configure the phaser settings far from their usual parameters. Quickly he began to change the emission settings all the way down to altering the width and power settings. Within moments he had pushed the concussive force setting on the type III compression phaser rifle to its highest limits but had turned down the actual lethal energy down to a state similar to non fatal Phaser burns making sure whoever he shot would at least have a chance to survive. The final setting change was a drastic departure from the usual Starfleet M.O. as it was cycled to a wide almost conical like dispersal. He knew this meant the energy wouldn't go as far and anything past 10 feet in front of the weapon would barely be singed by the bursts but he wasn't planning on firing from a distance. He needed crowd control and knew a typical phaser emission just wouldn't cut it. No he had to be creative and take these guys by surprise with a kind of weapon tactic they would never expect. He could tell by the weapon settings readout that doing this would exhaust one of the power cells within a matter of no more than 12 shots before he would have to eject the cell. and knew if he was lucky he might be able to get a total of 3 power cells used up like this before the emitter burned out from to much stress.
He pushed himself back up against the wall and slung the phaser over his shoulder again drawing the hand phaser and sending a few more shots downrange. He breathed in and out as he stilled himself for the possibly suicidal rush he would soon be making towards the locker room his only chance to flank these guys would be by going in through the locker room through the pilot conference room and hopefully flanking them by emerging from his office.
((OOC: Image to help give idea of miles position and what path he plans to take to flank opposition Please feel free to Send me PM's with your own alterations of this image showing where your own characters are and I will create a new image showing that. Having played D&D a lot i know how a visual reference can help a lot in writing out a fight scene. http://i.imgur.com/efhUVAt.png ))
[ Sickbay | Surgical Suite 02 ] Attn: Sirus & Nevomite
At first, Lucan had not looked up from the surgery he was conducting when Nurse Vojona returned to the room and told him and Doctor Saugn what she had learned, but as the words spilled form her lips, he did pause what he was doing to look at the Ovri. Lahkesis paused too, and Lucan had to make a quick decision which would work both for sake of his outwards persona - his image as a good doctor - as well as the interests that he held closest to heart. Surgery had to go on, but he did not trust he could predict this new Captain as well as he could predict Jien Ives, so he had no cause to strengthen the command of Captain Vasser. At least not at this point, when he knew too little.
Seeing that the lovely Teslyliac duplicate across the surgical station resumed what they were doing, Lucan took the little time he had to work out what they could do.
"We have no forcefields since they are also projected by those emitters, so we need to resort to what we have available. Thea, are you there?" The CMO paused in thought, trying another approach. "Computer, are you online?"
[Affirmative,] came the passionless reply, which might have been Thea's voice, but it was - somehow - evident that it wasn't her that answered him.
"Is there any way you can seal off this area? How about locking the doors on my authority?" Unless there was a Lieutenant Commander outside, that migh-
[Unable to comply. Security clearance is required to access this function.]
Frowning, Lucan closed his eyes to think for a second. "Ah, since I am Senior Staff, they must have rescinded my system access until they have verified my allegiance to the new Captain. Nurse, I am afraid it is up to you to go out and try and stop them from getting in here. We all must focus on the life of this patient. That is our obligation, and if these mutineers are not reasonable, they will be taking me away. Use whatever you can find, or any method that you think might work, but we need to seal the door, or this entire section of Sickbay, before they arrive. Use an exoscalpel to damage to door controls if you have to, and don't forget to take care of the entrances through the decontamination chambers if so required. If you can seal the doors from inside, its all for the better, because then you can return here instead of locking yourself out. Hurry!"
When he returned to the heart surgery, he found that Saugn had come a long way to finish the last arteries. With deft motions, Lucan finished the veins that remained. "There, we need to let the heart calibrate itself to her body before we close her up. Decrease the effect of the assistance she is on to let the heart take over on its own accord. Once her readings look good, we need to close her up."
With their modern medical instruments, they needed no prophylactic plating applied to the sternum to seal the ribcage shut like they did in the beginning of the millennia, but they still needed to close her, and keep an eye on her readings while doing so, and also remain level-headed despite the situation. Lucan would have no way of knowing if his Ovri nurse was successful until she returned. For her sake, Lucan just hoped Hylota could do it in time, and that she was not caught red-handed. There was no way of telling what they'd do to her then.
As for Lahkesis, Lucan glanced up above the mask he wore. "How fare you, Ensign?" he asked in his deep voice, "Are you concerned?"
[ Sickbay | Recovery Ward ] Attn: Doctor Maya & Brutus in particular
Locking eyes with the Vulcan doctor, Cir'Cie assessed her and the words spoken. Assurances weighed little in the scales of her mind, merely words without facts to support them. Nor was it a guarantee when she said Nicander was 'likely' to cooperate. She offered to take his place, however, and that held some merit.
"We are leaving now, so make haste in your preparations so that you can catch up with us," she said in her flat voice and then swept her green-eyed gaze across the Recovery Ward. Too many people. Risk elements. They could run off and spread the word where the element of surprise may still have a tactical advantage. Having re-evaluated the situation, she addressed the ten armed personnel she had brought with her, who were ready to split up as per her previous orders and move in two different directions once they stepped into the corridor. "Belay that. You three, remain here and make sure no one but Doctor Maya leaves this Recovery Ward. The rest of you will accompany me as we locate Doctor Nicander. Move out."
So then they left through the sliding doors, and Cir'Cie sent two young men from security to take point since they had the best experience with what they were doing - cautiously moving through the main corridor of the Sickbay area of the ship. Heading towards the area with the surgical suites first...
[ Meanwhile | Recovery Ward ] Attn: Searcher, Zenozine & Doctor Maya
Back in the Recovery Ward, Brig Officer Connor Matthews remained as per Cir'Cie's orders, accompanied by two others that had come to see the future.
On his own part, Cir'Cie had been the one to show him where the command of Captain Ives would have taken them all, while the two others - Operations Officers Patrick Andersson and Sean Cameron - had been given their visions by T'Rena. Regardless of origin, they were of equal minds, and the three of them spread out to secure the area. Patrick headed to the visitor's entrance whence they had come from, and Connor remained by the door leading to the rest of Sickbay together with Sean. The three of them were armed with hand phasers, and Connor held his own loosely at his side as he looked around the Recovery Ward. Idly, he watched the progress of the Vulcan doctor, but his eye came to be drawn to the woman in the corner - the blue and red alien woman with no clothes. Somehow, she reminded Connor about the Nurse that had treated the last of his injuries that morning together with Maal - the Klingon nurse that was also was present in the room. Perhaps this woman in the corner and the nurse were of the same species?
"Patrick," said Connor, drawing his eye from afar. "Did you take that young woman's clothes? Behave, ma-"
No more had he said this than Connor caught movement in the corner of his eye, and both Sean and he raised their phasers by their hips - finding themselves facing Eve Jenkins. Connor knew her as the Head Nurse, and that she had been picked up when an away team landed on Nimbus III. "What is it?" he asked, followed by a warning. "Stay calm, Lieutenant." Sean, blonde and short in stature, did not say anything, even if his eyes were emboldened by their common vision of the future.
On the very far side of the room, Patrick had started to leer at the Ovri male, thinking that he was a woman, and sauntered over to him - his dark hair long and his shoulders wide. He would have been handsome if it weren't for his overconfidence. He left the visitor's entrance to reach the Ovri. "Now, now... how did this happen? The nurses must appreciate you as much as I do if they won't bother giving you any gown, you sweet little thing."
Meanwhile, Doctor Maya had been left behind by Cir'Cie to prepare as quickly as she could, but Nurse Maal shuffled over to her - his human worry at odds with his savage appearance. Well, it would have been savage if it wasn't for the grooming he had done and the fact that he was just that; a beardless Klingon nurse. Still, his worry might have been justified given this particular situation. "Can I help, Doctor?" he rumbled, strong hands at his sides, "What do you need?"
OOC: I would have posted another section with Rawley taking off with the Wolf-12 fighter, but I ran out of time tonight, so I will hold off posting with Rawley until tomorrow at the earliest. A quick note for all Lone Wolves and to CanadianVet, the fate of Soo and Hannah are undetermined as of yet, FYI. They might be dead or they might be stunned.
[ Maya (https://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/219/e/7/maya_row_01_by_auctor_lucan-d7u6n3n.png) | Recovery Ward| Deck 07 | USS Theurgy ]
The situation was graver than it first appeared. There was no point lowering her psychic barriers to get a fix on their captor's emotions; there were too many emotionally charged people in the room for Maya to get anything but confusion. Nevertheless she could read their facial expressions and their body language. Cir'Cie was nearly unreadable but the others she could observe and analyze within seconds if she focused.
Ensign Cir'Cie was leading the group. This was surprising considering Ensign Connor Mathews, a security officer of equal rank, was following her orders. Cir'Cie wasn't a close quarters combat expert, nor was she a tactician. Ensign Mathews was a trained security officer. He was the logical choice to lead the group. In addition the fires of fanaticism could be seen in the eyes of everyone who was following Cir'Cie, not fear. They had just committed mutiny and betrayed their captain on the grounds that he was leading them to their deaths. Where there should have been fear and uncertainty, there was only confidence and determination. Conclusion: The group was under some sort of mental domination, and reasoning with them would be difficult to impossible.
Whatever was controlling them had conditioned them to recognize Cir'Cie as a figure of authority. It was even conceivable that Cir'Cie's telepathic ability had been used to spread the influence of the mental contagion. The Theurgy had seen this before: The contamination by the alien pollen during the Niga Incident, the mental suggestions of the Ishtar entity, even the parasitic lifeforms that had possessed the heads of Starfleet itself.
Now that Maya knew that her fellow shipmates weren't in command of their own faculties, compliancy with the new chain of command was no longer an option. They had to stem the tide before everyone was compromised and all was lost.
"Can I help, Doctor?" Nurse Maal, asked her. "What do you need?"
"I need a surgical gown, surgical gloves, and hyposprays containing separate ten milliliter doses of ambizine, kayolane, and merfadon each," Maya replied. "Belay the surgical scrubs. Just have the requested medication on your person."
Ambizine, kayoline, and merfadon were all sedatives, as the gentle Klingon knew well. Without using telepathy she had sent him a coded message: Prepare to render the intruders unconscious.
Ensign Connor Matthews was a trained close quarters combat specialist who spent most of his time training. His physical strength, endurance, and dexterity were above average and he had trained himself to be alert and spot little details. He was an expert in three different unarmed martial arts as well as an expert marksman. Alone he was formidable enough, with two others backing him up he was nigh unstoppable. His only weaknesses were his newly healed injuries, and the possibility that any remaining loyalty he felt towards his shipmates would slow his reflexes.
Operations Officers Patrick Andersson and Sean Cameron were nowhere near as threatening but in the close quarters of the recovery ward, a stray shot could hit a patient that might not be able to withstand a stun setting without being placed in severe medical jeopardy. In addition, it took only one man to raise the alarm and send Cir'Cie and her mesmerized soldiers running back to kill them.
Connor Mathews was the key. If he could be brought down, it was theoretically possible to overpower the other two. The problem was that he knew her and he was one of the few people aboard who could read her face. As long as he was alert, it the three in the recovery ward would be impossible to overcome.
That was when Lieutenant Eve Jenkins, the Theurgy's head nurse entered and did something completely unexpected.
[Lin Kae - Hololab]
Kae had done everything in his power to try and defend the hololab against invasion. This was the center of Thea, all that made her what she was, and he was her personal engineer. In that way, he felt like her protector, both of her physical form as well as her ideals. he wouldn't let anyone take her easily, and if he couldn't strong arm her to safety, he would use his wits. Encrypting the door had been the easiest way, but his opponent was sharper then he, tearing through his encryptions as fast he she could. In the end, he had to surrender on that and look for another option. As the door was beginning to open, he called out the only computer command he could think of that would do any good.
"Computer, disengage mobile emitter recharge and activate program!" If he could not defend Thea, then Thea herself could. She was loaded with knowledge of a great many things, including security protocols that made her an effective member of an away team, capable of holding her own in a fire fight. With her life at stake, who else was better to act against the enemy?
[Nathan Isley - Fighter Assault Bay]
It had seemed simple enough. They were readying themselves for a flight when all hell broke loose in the hanger, led for the most part by Hannah Slaverton, the very last person he would have thought would open fire on her allies. With many of his fellow Lone Wolves holding down the enemy, Nathan knew what he had to do, even if it meant going out without a full squad. he was already in his cockpit, and he launched before anything else could stop him. They had a mission to accomplish, and if the others were holding down the enemy, then he had to make use of that to get moving.
"Isley to Renard, I have launched my fighter and am prepared to follow orders on a modified mission plan," he said. Not everyone in the fighter bay would be able to launch, not with the actions of Hannah, which meant that things were inevitably going to change. Nathan made the effort to tell his superior officer that he was ready to proceed as ordered, even if it meant flying solo, though he hoped it wouldn't come to that.
[Sarresh Morali | Main Sickbay | Deck 07]
Things were going from bad, to worse. While it was clear that Dr Maya was trying her best to stall Cir'Cie and her security crew, it was equally clear that this wasn't going to accomplish much. He could hear the Vulcan order a few of her men to stay back and guard the recovery ward. It made tactical sense. That many people, someone could get out, cause trouble. The ensign was stuck having to leave a few men behind to make sure no one did. That would make things marginally easier on Sarresh.
The question was what could he do? Ducking further into the surgery bay, the now human Temporal Affairs Officer let his augmented eyes sweep over the room, looking for anything useful. Small readouts would appear in the air, hovering above medical trays. Suppressants, accelerants, anesthetics, scalpel. Frowning, with little time to spare, he reached out and grabbed a peeped hypospray, and an exo-scalpel. The former he gripped in his left hand, hoping the set dosage would be sufficient. The latter, he thumbed on with his right hand, and couched down, low to the ground near the corner of the desk for the head nurse duty station. It was high enough to hide his body, and his eyes allowed him to sense, as much as see the oncoming patrol. If he could just take out the point men, he'd have a chance. By staying low, he was hoping to quite literally cut their legs out from under them.
But this was a new body. And despite Dr Maya's excellent resequencing of his nervous system, Sarresh had no idea how it would respond in a time of crisis.
[ Hololab]
"Computer, disengage mobile emitter recharge and activate program!"
[Unable to comply. Security clearance is required to access this function.] the Reply came from the computer who had a slight difference in her tone. It was Thea's voice but lacked that certain something that made Thea... herself.
Selena quickly Fired off a single round towards Kaye. The barbed round hit the Officer in the torso Causing him to fall limp from his muscles going numb. She quickly walked over to the Emitter and spoke to the computer. "Disengage holoemitter recharge." The computer acknowledged her order and she quickly grabbed the emitter and walked out of the room. Computer Secure door and all exits from hololab lockdown the room. BY the time she had left Kaye would be feeling his muscles reorienting themselves as she had taken her objective. The holo specialist would be locked within his lab as a makeshift brig but would otherwise be unharmed.
Looking down the corridor she tapped her com-badge having secured the emitter knowing by now her commanders would be awaiting her status report. "The main computer is yours Commodore; all commands have been transferred over. Holographic projectors are temporarily disabled pending minor repairs to each individual unit. Mobile emitter is in my possession. Reprogramming will begin within minutes. Expect no response while reprogramming is in progress. Ravenholm out."
Looking over the quarters nearby she found a convenient empty one to enter and Walked over to the in room computer interface. She sat the emitter onto the desk and took a seat before speaking up. "Computer lock room-door I don't want to be disturbed." Saying that, she took out the computer interface cables and linked herself into the mobile emitter Beginning to access Thea's core programming in order to render her under the commands of her new captain.
[ Sickbay - Recovery Ward ] Head Nurse, Eve Jenkins
The respite from the festival had been short-lived as yet more bad luck seemed to hit the Theurgy. Thankfully she'd rested well thanks to Nathan though she had suffered a couple of nightmares in the night. She tried to convince herself she'd done all she could, that there had been nothing she could do for Ester, but she still saw that sweet face in her mind and grieved. Then the plasma relays had exploded and they were up to their ears in more wounded. There was no time to grieve, perhaps something she should be thankful for, as she thoroughly and methodically worked to help the crew.
She was just finishing with one patient and about to move to the next when suddenly sickbay was invaded ... by their own. It felt like her stomach plummeted to her feet when Cir'Cie demanded to know where Lucan was and was thankful Dr. Maya tried to step in but she doubted she would be able to stall them long. On top of that, poor Vinata was plunged into exposure and she could sense the distress as she focused on him for a moment. They could be damned but she wasn't going to let him stand there naked so ducked into a closet to get a gown, though she worried about the delicate condition of his skin.
She came out just in time to see one of the traitors leering at her patient and she strode forward, heedless that they had phasers though she did hold up the gown, thumb and index fingers holding the material while the other three fingers of each hand raised as if she were holding her hands up in surrender. "I simply wish to take this gown to Vinata for his modesty," she stated, hoping that by saying that was a male regardless of having breasts it would deter any further harassment. "He is recovering and shouldn't have anything on his skin but it seems it's necessary for the moment."
Slowly she walked between Connor and Sean to approach Vinata, her expression kind and comforting as she blocked Patrick's view. "Here you go," she said with a smile that she hoped would bolster the patient. "Hopefully we'll have things restored and your recovery will go quicker," she said to him. Turning around to face Patrick, she kept her expression pleasant. "He needs to rest, unmolested. This is a medical sector and I respectfully request you not leer and molest any of the patients."
As she had faced off, relatively speaking, with Patrick, she noticed Connor and Sean moving a bit closer. Sean in particular sidled up to her and leaning in took a deep breath. "You smell nice," he murmured, drawing her gaze to him and what she saw in his eyes sent a cold chill through her body. For a moment he looked drugged, something she hadn't seen for a very long time ... not since she'd started the injections. SHIT! THE INJECTIONS!! How long has it been since my last one? she thought frantically.
As Connor moved in a little closer too, she realized she'd missed the last dose which explained a few things that had happened over the last couple of weeks. That glazed look then blinking as the effect wore off quickly and now under this stress she knew her pheromones were starting to leak more. "You said no leering or molesting of patients but what about you?" she heard Sean asking. If ever there was a time to give the others a chance to come up with a countermove, she knew one had just presented itself.
With a sinking heart, she smiled and turned her full gaze onto Sean. He was a handsome fellow, a little short but broad and he still had a boyish face. She wondered if he even had to shave very often. "Well now, that's something I hadn't thought of," she replied in a throaty purr, reaching up and running a fingertip along his jaw. Her gaze shifted to Patrick and Connor then, smiling just as warmly at them. That's it boys, take a few deep breaths. What harm can one unarmed nurse can do, especially if she were naked? she thought, hoping to draw them away from their post.
"Connor, I can pick up what I need on the way. The medical storage closet is just out the door." Dr. Maya had approached them and for a moment she wanted to strangle the Vulcan. She knew she was trying to keep things from getting out of control too but she could only hope that Maya didn't distract the men too much. Easing her body between Sean and Connor, she slipped her hands behind them and ran them over their asses, giving both a good firm squeeze.
[ Sickbay | Corridor ] Attn: Brutus
There was no conflict of interest inside Cir'Cie's mind as she walked the corridor, surrounded with Harbinger and Theurgy crew alike, all having been granted the vision of the future. Knowing what she had been shown by T'Rena during the Festival of the Moon, her dispassionate advantage-disadvantage analysis unfailingly came to the same conclusion; that Captain Ives' mission was doomed to fail, and that her actions would save the lives of the people around her. She had to facilitate a future victory against the impostors in Starfleet Command, and that meant a tactical retreat, and building up forces elsewhere. Forces strengthened by Captain Vasser, and bred to prevail. The rise of an untarnished, pure force, strong and in number equal to the task ahead.
Indeed, Cir'Cie was not fighting her own crew, she was overcoming their ignorance, and that might require force until they could all be made to see reason.
She had sent two men from Security to take point as they headed towards the area with the surgical suites first... but her idle yet sharp thoughts were interrupted. When the two leading men in her small task force were at the height of the Head Nurse's duty desk, there was commotion, and Cir'Cie raised her hand phaser by reflex, but all of the people around her moving in reaction, it was impossible to make a clear shot until it was too late, and they faced someone returned from the brink of death...
[ Recovery Ward ] Attn: Searcher, Zenozine & Doctor Maya
In the Recovery Ward, Patrick Andersson was left confounded by the words of the Head Nurse as she referred to the lovely alien before him as male. It had to be a lie, he reckoned, and his winning grin did not lessen by much when the woman left, but he was somewhat irritated by the fact that the alien had been given a gown. He tilted his head and sucked at his teeth, remaining before this exotic 'Vinata' with his hand phaser at his side, he glanced over his shoulder before leaning in and talking in a low voice. "You should listen to the Head Nurse, lovely. She said you shouldn't be wearing anything on your skin, and that gown seems an awfully bad idea if you are to recover, don't you think?"
The close proximity of the Head Nurse had fanned the flames of Patrick's desire, but behind him, Connor and Sean were under more direct influence.
The Head Nurse said she had not considered the idea that Sean Cameron presented, and Connor hadn't thought he would consider it either, but when Eve Jenkins drew closer... his mind was not entirely itself anymore. He found himself looking at Eve with emboldened desire, and Sean's idea suddenly made a lot more sense than mere moments ago. If the Head Nurse was inclined to let them molest her... would that not be to support their new mission parameters? Why wait, when they could be working for the new cause immediately? Sean raised a hand to run it up Eve's abdomen, and had Connor not been taken by the surprise of his own desires, he would have done the same - touching that body that had come oh, so close. In his mind, he was already imagining himself opening that uniform and lowering his head to h-
"Connor, I can pick up what I need on the way. The medical storage closet is just out the door."
Returned to reality, Connor blinked and swallowed before looking at Maya - eyes unfocused but soon truly seeing her instead of just looking through her. So, there was a storage closet outside the door. It was perfect. The Head Nurse's fingers slid over his buttocks, and in his mind's eye, he imagined the touch to encourage him as he claimed her in that storage room. No, he was not about to let Maya occupy it, and... Why was the Klingon youth hovering behind her back like a well-groomed gargoyle?
"You there, back off," he snapped loudly and raised his phaser against both the imposing Maal and then the diminutive Vulcan. "Doctor Maya is the only one leaving this Ward, and she will head straight to the Chief Medical Officer to relieve him from surgery. Maya, pick up what you need here. No sneaking away with any Klingon muscles at your side. You will be made to understand why we do this as soon as possible, but in the meantime, we have no tolerance for any tricks, you hear?"
After he spoke, his eyes were drawn to Eve again, and he could not help himself. He needed to be alone with her, and he did not mind if Sean came along too. Patrick was a big guy. He could take care of the Recovery Ward himself. If Maya said anything, it was lost on Connor, who only had a singular intent in mind. He could not even pull his eyes away when he raised his voice to give his order to the Operations Officer in the corner. "Patrick, guard the exits. I will be stepping out with the Nurse while we wait."
"And so will I," said Sean and leaned in to smell Eve's hair, "Come here, I have an ache you need to take care of." Connor did not know if it was Sean or himself that led Eve out the door, or if it was Eve who led them, but the sliding doors shut behind them and the storage room was just there - so conveniently close. At the back of his mind, Connor thought he heard voices further down the corridor. Cir'Cie? Had she not come any farther? Irrelevant. Eve Jenkins filled his mind, so when the storage room's code had been entered and the three of them got inside, Connor had already forgotten what he heard.
"Lock the door," he said hurriedly, not knowing if he spoke to Sean or Eve, and then unzipped the Head Nurse's uniform jacket.
[ Meanwhile | Recovery Ward ] Attn: Zenozine & Doctor Maya
Back in the Recovery Ward, Maal looked shameful as he faced Maya. "I am sorry, I... was just going to give you these."
With his back turned towards Patrick, who had come to lean against the wall next to Vinata at this point so that he could keep an eye on both exits, Maal opened his large fist and showed Maya the three hyposprays he had prepared while she spoke to Connor. Ten cc doses of ambizine, kayolane, and merfadon in all three of them. Blinking, Maal realised it would look suspicious out of Patrick's vantage point if Maya took those from his hand, so he turned away from her - looking for the emergency storage compartment by the opposite wall from Patrick. "We have some surgical scrubs over here."
Once he got there, he crouched down and withdrew a package containing the teal-coloured emergency scrubs. Deftly, he opened it and shook out the textile while the sprays were still hidden inside his hand. Then, before he held it up for Maya to slip her arms into it, he had put all three of them into the pocket of the scrubs. Oddly, by some dormant genetic memory, Maal felt like he was about to dress his superior officer for battle; that the textile was not sterile cloth but rusted chain-mail and plate. Then came the head-cover and the mask, which was her helmet and fearsome visor. For a moment, a sense of great honour welled up inside him, and despite how he has been raised in New York and did not know three words in his native language, he had the urge to tell her that perhaps that day was a good day to die.
He might not say anything of the kind, but in the young Klingon's eyes shone a hunger to restore honour to his House.
And he belonged to the House of Theurgy.
"To defeat the enemy," he whispered to her as he fastened the scrubs behind her neck, ancient words repeated down the centuries, "be ready to fight alone. As I will be." He indicated Patrick with a meaningful glance in his direction, and while he was no warrior, he knew what he might have to do. Only then, when the bold words in his heart were spoken aloud did his courage fail him, and he sought the Vulcan's wisdom.
"Do you believe that I should try..?" he asked, trying to quell the worry in his voice - the semblance of a true Klingon ruined in so many words.
OOC: Will be posting here again with Thea and Rawley tonight. Have to leave the house for a bit.
[Lt. JG Sarresh Morali | Sickbay | Corridor ]
Said commotion came in the form of one former Ash'reem making his move. Just as the two minions Cir'Cie sent forward passed the edge of the duty station he had taken up refuge behind, Sarresh launched himself forward with a snarl. He let all the anger and frustration that had built up over the death of his lover, and the reincarnation of his own body, and channeled it out in that one moment. Every drop of hate the time traveler possessed for Jien Ives, every bit of anguish over Amikris, and all his longing to return back to the Relativity, to the man, and the life, he had before all this, and the shame he felt at not living up to the standards of that man he had been - he let it all take over.
They never stood a chance.
The point guard had just moved past the edge of the desk, leaving about a body length between himself and the next security officer. Before either could swing their gaze across Sarresh's hiding spot, the couching man made his move. Twisting around as he leapt, he turned and jammed the nozzle of the hypospray into the thigh of the man in the rear. It depressed with mechanical precision, deposing the dosage through the cloth of the man's pants and directly into the bloodstream as was often the case, just as designed. And it took hold almost immediately. The Security Guards face took on a lacklustre expression, mouth drooping slightly as his whole body began to slump. Had he bothered to pay attention to the readouts available to him, Sarresh would have been able to see the now drugged guards heart rate begin to slow.
But the former Ash'reem didn't bother with that. Instead, he used the last of his momentum to finish his assault, rolling as he landed and spinning on his rear. Physics took a hold and Sarresh put it to good use, adding the centripetal force from the motions into his next swing, he quite literally took the legs out from under the point man. The exo scalpel equally paid no mind to pants, though instead of depositing a few hundred cc's of anesthetic, the tool in Sarresh's left hand sliced though fabric and tendon alike, leaving a cauterized gash across the ankles of both legs. The man shouted out and crumpled forward, as sliced tendons no longer supported his weight.
Sarresh gave no quarter- his anger wouldn't allow it, and the situation was drastic. The blade slashed out again, catching the guards right shoulder, digging in and doing an impressive amount of muscle and nerve damage, forcing the guard to discard his phaser, as the lithe man continued to twist about. Sarresh used his new body in a surprising display of flexibility, curling around his victim. He came up in a crouch, wrenching the exo scalpel free with his left hand and wrapping that arm around the man's neck, reversing his hold so that the blade emitter was mere centimeters from the wounded man's eye. Twisting both of them around to face the corridor leading back to the recovery ward, Sarresh scooped up the dropped phaser, all in one fluid motion, and ended up with his right arm resting a top the wounded shoulder of his opponent.
"Drop it," Sarresh snarled in an almost animal tone, his augmented eyes focused on Cir'Cie as she came into view. One guard lay unconscious at the head of the head nurse duty station, his chest rising and falling in a lethargic, but steady fashion. The other was making an excellent shield for the man displaced in time. "Drop it, or I start carving this man up," Sarresh added with a primal conviction. "There aren't any more replacement eyes on this ship, so if you value his vision, you'll comply. I have been through too much to watch you fuck this entire mission up because you got swept up in Declan Vasser's delusions of grandeur."
[ Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ] Attn: Writers of Lone Wolves & CanadianVet
This isn't how I imagined it at all, thought Rawley, eyes wide after she saw Soo fall to the floor.
The shock of the sight barely made her flinch when Hannah was shot twice and fell down next to Soo, the rifle clattering against the deck of the hangar. Numbly, she raised her gaze to see the shooter - Thomas Ravon. Phaser fire whisking by, she saw him close the canopy of his cockpit and taxi out towards the hangar bay doors. He nodded to her as he passed her. Rawley began to look around, seeing Axius below the Valkyrie again, but it was as if she saw right though him. A familiar feeling. She had felt it before. When Soo Young Seung was thought KIA over a month ago. That painful numbness, eating her from within. She had broken last it happened. She had sworn to not break again, but she had not been prepared. This was not how she imagined it to happen again; over the body of the same woman she lost before. Yet she would not break... Not again. Never...
"What the fuck is going on?" she screamed suddenly in righteous fury and snatched up the rifle that Nightmare had dropped and then she waved to Axius to come out from under the Valkyrie. Then she tossed the rifle to him. "Here! Will you cover me while I launch? I'm heading out there to kill that bloody Phantom and his Kanar-drinking pricks! Those felching traitors are dead! They are fucking dead!"
There was no room for further thought, no time to think of Soo, only the instincts carved into her bone-marrow and making her tear off Wolf-12's gear and snatch up his helmet. Those instincts led her rapid climb into the cockpit, and once there Rawley slapped her own cheeks, as if slapping the image ofs Soo out of her mind. There was no time for pre-flight diagnostics or to establish communications with the other Wolves who had launched. She powered up the Valkyrie and during the couple of seconds it took to get enough thruster power, she strapped the flight gear on top of her uniform and donned the helmet, which was only a little bit big for her. She could not care any less. She ignored how the phaser fire from the invaders scorched the paint and plating, concentrated on the flashing messages on her displays and turning the bird around for launch. There was no Mission Ops voice in her ear to dictate when she sped off, only her own furious inputs to the computer and the controls chiming in response. 'TAKING OFF' scrolled across the monitors and Rawley scowled through the open maws of the bay doors, and a single word burned in her mind's eye.
Annihilation. She opened up her comm-channels and spat her status. "Wolf-Zero-Six here. I am on my way. If they want to land on the Theurgy... then they will have to go through me."
[This is Wolf-Zero-Three, ready to engage.]
[Wolf-Zero-Eight, reporting in.]
And then there were Maverick and Razor, whom she had seen launching as well. Five wolves, not quite half the pack, but there was nothing to be done about that. They were facing a squadron that had been picked apart for months until only the strongest remained - pilots brutally chiselled into perfection. The Harbinger pilots might have been flying Mk IIs but that did not give Rawley and her fellow Wolves much of an advantage in their Mk IIIs. She knew this would be brutal, and the odds of survival slim. Hannah had said Vasser was behind this, and if the mutiny had begun on the Theurgy's Bridge, they might have to defend themselves against their own base ship as well... Not to mention the USS Harbinger.
This isn't how I imagined it to be, she thought again.
Pulling the stick back a bit, she bared her teeth and pulled her Valkyrie up... shooting off into the non-atmosphere of the Class-9 nebula.
OOC: As per request, you can all see the tactical situation in the Fighter Assault Bay below, which is current to the moment when Rawley launched the Wolf-12 fighter. I have not added the placement of individual characters since that kind of information would change rather quickly and I cannot be doing these maps at every turn. Note: The number of invaders is still increasing, hence Arrived Invaders, the ? is there because our heroes do not know how many more will come, but the rough total ought to land at 25, so the opposition is rather numerous.
(https://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/026/4/6/hostile_takeover_tactical_map_01_by_auctor_lucan-d8fj59h.png)
[ Sickbay | Corridor ] Attn: Brutus
Cir'Cie surveyed the situation ahead of her in the corridor with dispassionate eyes - her hand phaser raised in one hand and pointing towards the Harbinger crewman and the man that held him captive. She tilted her head a bit to make out who the aggressor was, but the face was unfamiliar to her. It held little consequence, but at the same time, it was also prudent to gauge the opposition properly before making any decision. She might be a botanical scientist, but she was also Vulcan, and it was logical to not make any rash decisions when she did not have to.
On her side, she had superior fire-power with the men and women around her, and there was only one eye in the balance. The Harbinger crewman had two of them.
"Who are you?" she asked idly with a quiet voice, "I do not think I have seen you before, human. Who are you to stand in the way of an idea you have not grasped yet? Would it not be foolish to ignore reality; to close your eyes to the truth of our former mission."
With a small motion she, gestured to the people around her. "A truth that has compelled so many to stand against the former Commanding Officer. Is your judgement so limited, or is it so that you have seen another future than us?" Training the sights of her hand phaser to hit the hand with the exoscalpel, Cir'Cie considered to give the order to have everyone to shoot at once... With a stun setting, there was only so much damage they - as a firing squad - could do to the aggressor and his captive.
OOC: 2 am here, so my Thea post will be coming up tomorrow instead.
The numbness had to be interrupted by the shock of the metal stock smashing into his chiseled chest bone. Rawley, with a face of pure hatred, malice, and determination flew across the bay and into the Valk that Axius had been hiding under. His breath only taken away for a few seconds, Axius donned the rifle in a white-knuckle grip, whirring it to maximum settings as he waved Rawley off, something she most likely didn't see, but was vital to his own emotional stability. Orange beams raced past him and against the Valkyrie she sped off in, and he met them again with the force of his own.
Dead. Not cold, burned, singed, boiled bodies of his friends spewed the ground. All because of-
No. He couldn't do this. He could not dwell on deaths. Axius was about to cause many many many of them, so for the time being, couldn't see that his friends were now statistics in the damage that was being dealt to his ship.
They were all going to die. Replace his shock and terror with adrenaline and aspiration. Extract his pain and infuse anger. Transfuse the very tainted blood running through his veins with power and greed. They were all going to die.
Whizzing, bright lights pulsed though chambers of rifles here and there threatening to turn the Câroon into a paper doily. It was then that he put his combat training into full gear. Don't look at the phaser light, he remembered Nakura teaching him on the holodeck. It will only distract and blind you. Look below it, and fire above your target.
Uzamaki, his childhood mentor, had told him that if situations like this arrived, that he should look to destroy weapons and fighters in one piece, to prevent others from looting the dead and using their weapons of war once again.
Fore, a Harbinger security officer raced his way as Axius fired and struck the woman who had shot at Rawley's bird. In in instant, he smashed the butt rifle sharply into his clavicle, hearing a gratifying snap and wheeze as the broken bone punctured his lung. He didn't look down as he ducked another beam of light.
His crew could fly and shoot all they wanted out there, but in here, he was going to fight for his ship. No matter if a white collar of his own pack came in his way, a yellow shirt of a lying bastard, or red, four-pipped traitor came face to face.
He kept his promises.
[ Tessa May Lance (https://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/219/0/d/tessa_row_01_by_auctor_lucan-d7u6mx6.png) | USS Theurgy | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ]
It all happened so fast. The gunman that was coming for her came around the corner of her Valk and pointed his phaser at her only to get knocked down by a phaser bold that had come from his right. Miles Renard, AKA Ironwolf was in full vulpine form and barreling to the door to the locker room, no doubt to cut through the briefing room so he could get to the weapons locker in his office.
"Nuts to this!" Tessa squeaked. "I've had enough of this! I'm launchin'!" She glanced to her left to see Deckhand Hussien and her fellow deckhands setting up a makeshift barricade right in the path of her fighter. "What the hell are you doing?" Tessa shrieked as she ran out to berate them. "I'm trying to get out of here and you..."
Adara Hussien was four inches shorter than Tessa, but she seized Goldeneye by the collar and pulled her to the deck as the doors opened and an assortment of people in Starfleet uniforms came in with phasers.
"Are you out of your mind?" Tessa cried. "Oh!" Tessa's jaw went slack as she saw Oracle fall, shot by Hannah Slaverton, one of her fellow Wolves. Hannah went down, shot by Thomas Ravon before he closed his cockpit and taxied out of the hangar and out into the black. Nightmare was already on the deck. A shirtless Axius crouched down next to her and caught a rifle tossed to him by Rawley, who wasted no time getting into her Valkyrie and launching. "Naked!" she chirped when she saw Quake.
Rawley was the smart one. She was fighting the enemy the way she knew how. Flying through the empty black and firing down death from above. Tessa was trapped on the flight deck fighting in a way she hadn't trained for: Crouching on her knees clutching a hand phaser when she couldn't tell the good guys from the bad.
[ Maya (https://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/131/f/5/maya_04_by_auctor_lucan-d7i02mz.png) | Recovery Ward| Deck 07 | USS Theurgy ]
Maal may have been a pacifist, but he was still a Klingon. "To defeat the enemy be ready to fight alone," the burly nurse whispered to her as he dressed her in her surgical gown, gloves, and hood. "As I will be." He stole a glance at Patrick, was leering at a patient under his care. Not a smart thing to do when a Klingon Nurse was in the room. "Do you believe that I should try..?"
Maya's lips tightened as she attempted to smile grimly. She placed her fingertips on his face and looked into his eyes. The mind touch she initiated with him was noninvasive, but allowed her to send a clear message: "Anesthetize Patrick Andersson when he is distracted and is most vulnerable, then hide him in a biobed. Use sedatives. Until you see your moment be as cooperative and invisible as possible. Nurse Jenkins will keep the other two occupied as long as she can."
[ Fighter Assault Bay ] Ens. Skye Carver
What the hell had happened in all the universes? Skye had never expected life to be easy but anymore it was just one thing after another. It was no wonder the captain was so tense not even the smallest of farts could escape! Now there was murder on the ship and Razor ... how the hell was she going to help him figure out what was going on with him when she couldn't wade through all the bullshit going on everywhere. Her bird was ready to go and she'd ducked into the locker room for a much needed bathroom break but when she stepped out, she spied Rawley and was making her way to try to get her side of the story.
That was when the shit hit the fan again and everyone was scrambling to get to fighters or weapons. One of the deck crew was in the line of fire and she didn't think, simply leaped and knocked the guy down. "Get the hell under cover!" she yelled at him and looked up in time to see Nightmare take out Wolf 12. Her jaw dropped, her mind not comprehending that one of their own had just turned on them. Soo went down and then so did Nightmare. Her gaze went to Razor. "GET THE BASTARDS!" she screamed to him and dove for a couple of phasers that had been dropped.
There was no way in hell she was going to get to a bird and her gut told her she needed to stay here, to figure out a way to fight this mutiny. Skidding on her stomach with arms stretched, she nabbed the two phasers and went into a roll, firing wildly as she tried to avoid getting hit herself. Bouncing up, she started to run back toward the locker area but dangerous beams were zotting all around her. Spying some metal barrels, she dove again and set them in motion which ushered her body along just underneath stray shots until she could duck off and roll behind a crate.
"Just a little further," she panted, peeking around and then deciding to just go for it with every bit of speed she had in her. In her time alone, desperately tracking Theurgy to get back to her pack, Skye had thought of several scenarios and as a result she had a bit of inspiration. Bolting out from her cover, she ducked and weaved, made a couple of somersaults until she was in front of the door to the showers. Without looking back, she burst inside. "Let me have just enough time ... please ... if there's any god out there that's good ..." she halfway prayed.
Thankfully the shower stalls were fairly narrow and she used that to her advantage, jumping up and planting a foot on each side and working her way up like she was rock climbing. With one phaser tucked away she used the other to make a hole in the ceiling, knowing the maintenance shaft was there. She knew there was a Jeffrey's tube nearby and from there she could try to move around unseen. Tossing her badge down so they couldn't track her, she pushed the piece of ceiling up and to the side then worked her way into the crawl space.
OOC: Inspiration for her moves and because I don't feel I conveyed them well enough ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkAa2_Pm544
[ Hylota Vojona | Sickbay | Surgical Suit 2 ]
As Hylota was told to do what she could to seal them in she nodded. With no means for a shield and the lock out command for the door out of their control, Hylota would need to be creative. She could not do anything with the doors through commands, so she would need to take care of the chips, not a permanent solution, but still better than nothing. Hylota left the surgical suit and instantly headed for the door into the hall she was in. It was the fastest route to Lucan so it had to be sealed first.
Hylota went to the door and pulled open the door panel beside it. She quickly began to pull out the chips and pocketed them before she rushed to the decontamination chamber and did the same thing. This did not lock the doors, but it would do for now. Keeping the doors from automatically opening would require a large amount of strength to move the doors. As Hylota finished with the doors she returned to the surgical suit and she closed the door before she began to rub her head as she thought of a better way to keep the door closed.
Eventually she decided on a simple method that could lock out a door for a short period of time. "Computer begin student practice isolation." She hoped that this ship had the command as an option, its original purpose was for ensuring a door would remain locked while an exam was taking place. It was commonly used for evaluations of surgical skill and would allow a student to work calmly in an isolated environment, it was also very simple to override by having any type of emergency occur.
[ Vinata Vojona | Sickbay | Recovery Ward ]
As the mutineers came at him Vinata stepped away, he wanted to tell them off, but for some reason the way that they talked to him mad his too scared to do anything, but when the head nurse intervened and handed him a patient gown and he promptly slipped into in and glared angrily at her tormentor. "I am not forbidden to dress due to my skin,I am forbidden to get dressed to ensure I do not have any complications from thawing. It is a Ovri regulation since you mammals do not have the ability to freeze yourself solid." He huffed and adjusted his gown to try and keep himself from being exposed at all.
As he tried to think of what he could do he walked to return to his bed, but he slowly moved towards the klingon who had been with his sister earlier when she had checked up on him. He got a feeling that he would know what was going on and would be safer to stick around then anyone else right now so he tried to moved to Maal so he could ask him if he could help. He tapped Maal's shoulder and looked around. "Um excuse me...can I ask you what is going on...Maal was it?" He looked worried, but determined to help.
[ Recovery Ward to Medical Storage Closet ] Lt. Eve Jenkins, Head Nurse
Her palms continued to run over those firm glutes as Connor turned his attention to Maya and she dipped her hand on him when he aimed the phaser toward Maal, dipping between so her fingertips could brush at the backside of his balls through the material. It seemed to work partially as he told Maya to get what she needed there and Patrick to remain. She growled playfully at Sean as he caressed her abdomen and gave Connor a smoldering look when he turned his attention back to her. Yes, the closet would be good and both were starting to lead her there. With only Patrick there, she was certain the others would figure out a way to subdue him.
Her hand brushed over Sean's crotch as they moved along and her voice was husky, deliberately sultry. "I don't need a tricorder to tell me what's aching," she replied. They were ensnared now and as the door closed, Connor was unzipping her uniform while Sean locked them inside. "Mmmmm, you are both too yummy," the older woman said as she shrugged her shoulders so the jacket slipped off, leaning forward to nip at Connor's lip until he pulled the undershirt up revealing she had skipped the Starfleet issue bra. She wasn't idle though, having already worked at Connor's trousers enough that she finally pulled out his cock and started to stroke him.
Not leaving Sean out, she leaned over as he approached and batted her eyes. "How about you, stud? Let me see what I'm going to get," she murmured with her lips just over his and then kissed him deeply while she cupped his balls and rubbed the base of his hard member with the heel of her palm. "I can take you both you know," she said when she pulled back, knowing they would be thinking of double penetration. She could and would, but they would never know what hit them and just how much more was meant by those words.
[ Lt. (jg) Sarresh Morali | Sickbay | Corridor ]
There was very little that Cir'Cie could have said that would have provoked a more visceral reaction from Sarresh than the words the Vulcan botanist chose to throw in his face. A face that contorted, first in anger, and then in an almost psychotic fit of laughter. His head tilted back, and his whole body shook against his wounded body shield, who grunted, eyes wide in terror. The laughter did nothing to keep the exo scalpel steady, and the man paled further than he already was.
As abrupt as his laughter had started, it snapped off into a sharp end, eyes glaring at Cir'Cie. "Do NOT lecture me on the future, you pointy eared menace. You have no idea, not a single one, what the future holds. Me? I've SEEN it. I've LIVED in it. I have breathed air in a century where you're bones have long turned to ash." The fury, the bitterness in his tone only underscored the words. "You misbegotten green blooded hobgoblin, you and you're ilk are going to get us all killed."
His arm twitched, the phaser wavering from Cir'Cie to one of the guards that had begun to edge forward. "That's far enough. You can't kill me. You're precious Vasser needs me. Just like that ass Ives needs me. Each and every one of you needs me, because I am the only one of you that's come from the fracking future. Sorry you don't recognize the new face, but maybe the name Sarresh Morali will ring a bell? And if it doesn't well, you're already more screwed than I thought." He twisted his body at the last minute, crouching further behind the captive man.
"I'm the reason we surived against the Calamity so far. Do you really think I'd be on this ship, if your boy Vasser was supposed to lead us to salvation?" He was mocking her now, trying to sort out which to take down first.
[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 | Digital Oblivion ] Attn: IronFerrox
Brilliant lights speared the darkness. Infinite lines stretching beyond visual range.
These lines were the architecture of Thea's dormant consciousness. They did not blind Selena Ravenholm, but provided a sense of space in how they defined the floor beneath the human visitor, the dark sky far above, and the expanse of the oblivion in all directions. An endless hall in how it lacked any walls, yet the shooting lights still hinted at paths across the digital non-existence - betraying structure and meaning to the data Selena had accessed. Only there was too much for an organic mind to compute, and the lights too quick to follow with the eye - the angular twists and turns gone before the shape was clearly derived.
The sense that prevailed, despite it all, was that the lights were only there because Selena looked at them - for she accessed them with her link to the dormant A.I. whilst the emitter was deactivated.
The chair upon which Selena sat was made of darting lights as well, and the desk only seen since the contours were licked by the fickle illumination. The emitter was resting on top of it too; the very epicentre of the lights all around in how it shone the brightest. And across the desk, sitting opposite Selena, was Thea - the digital consciousness asleep. She held no colour, no surfaces, just a framework of digital light sat there with her hands in her lap, eyes closed, and she was only there because Selena looked at her in the digital oblivion. Inactive data only now accessed with the gaze of the uplinked human.
So when Selena looked at her... Thea opened her eyes in the darkness, and she stared through the visor of her visitor - eye-sockets shining with light. The active link animated her, and so the framework of her body stood up. Since the uplink remained, the access to Thea's holographic image prompted texture and colour to the silhouette. Therefore, in place of the dreadful framework, materialised instead the true projection of the A.I.
"What are you doing, Chief Ravenholm?" asked Thea where she stood in her black chameleon body suit, and her voice made the lights all around them reverberate. "Why am I deactivated?"
Oh, but this was no mere computer Selena had accessed... but the domain of an A.I.
[ Nurse Maal | Recovery Ward | Sickbay | Deck 07 ] Attn: Doctor Maya & Zenozine
Maal might not have liked the telepathy even if he saw the necessity behind it, but when Doctor Maya encouraged him to try and subdue Patrick Andersson, Maal nodded subtly - a grim look upon his face. He was not keen on using violence, but he would do that he could, hopefully able to just sedate the man when caught unaware.
"Good hunting," he rumbled under his breath when he was finished with her surgical scrubs, then he turned away, hoping the Vulcan could protect their CMO.
He glanced Patrick's way... only to see Hylota's brother come closer. Maal fell in step with the Ovri since Vinata had been on his way to his biobed, and Maal noted how he was trying to keep some distance from the lecherous human with the long hair and wide shoulders. Unfortunately, Patrick Andersson unhurriedly sauntered in the Ovris' wake, merely falling behind since he was walking more slowly than the Ovri. Vinata was asking Maal if he knew what was going on, but he reckoned the Ovri had heard Cir'Cie's announcement as well.
"I know as little as you do," he grated quietly and came to stand at the head of Vinata's biobed, turning to a tray with hyposprays. It was the last one he had available close at hand since he had given three of them to Doctor Maya, but he hoped he would only need one in order to sedate Andersson. He only needed to calibra-
"You, Klingon, get out of here." Patrick slapped Maal's shoulder with the back of his hand. "I want some privacy with this fine alien girl you got holed up here. Why don't you go fold some linens or something."
When he had been struck, Maal accidentally sprayed the last sedative he had in his hypospray into the open air. It would not affect anyone when airborne, but Maal was forced to get more anaesthetics on the other side of the room. He glanced to Hylota's brother before he left the side of the biobed, meaning to return as soon as he had armed himself again. He did not say anything to Patrick.
The human, on the other hand, was being much more forward - emboldened by the phaser in his hand. He stepped up very close to the Ovri, putting one hand on the edge of the biobed on either side of Vinata's hips - face close to his. Their breaths mingling. "Why don't you use those lips for something more productive? Let's just have some fun, shall we? While I watch this ward and makes sure no one leaves, why don't you go down on your knees and take this inside that sweet mouth of yours."
Stepping closer still, Patrick pushed his semi-erection against the front of the Ovri's gown - pinning Vinata momentarily against the edge of the biobed.
[ Connor Matthews | Medical Storage | Sickbay| Deck 07 ] Attn: Searcher
The walls were filled with compartments that medical supplies were stored in, and the small blue lights of the digital displays - which stated the contents of each of those compartments - streamed across their moving bodies in the dimly lit closet. The displays were like stars in the night, and the subtle brilliance caressed the Head Nurse's fantastic body as she removed her undershirt as well.
Connor could hardly breathe, and his heart beat loudly in his ears. It felt like his loins were about to crumble from the ache of anticipation, blood pooling there and making him throbbing and hard when Eve Jenkins wrapped her hand around him. Mindlessly, he holstered his phaser by his hip and reached out, cupping Eve'e breasts in his trembling hands. Meanwhile, Sean got to be kissed by Eve - her other hand seeking his crotch too. Connor saw how Sean hastily opened his uniform trousers for Eve so that she might touch him directly as well, but it was not until she promised them both that they could claim her at the same time that Connor took another initiative - eyes blank with need to make the idea into reality. He had trouble forming words, so he just acted.
His hands left Eve's breasts to tear back his own uniform jacket and his undershirt from his shoulders. He wanted to feel her against his body. Not just her sex and her hands, but her whole body sliding against his own when he would ram his hardness into her. Gone were thoughts about Vasser and the future promised him. Something about Eve made his mind singular in desire.
Sean, however, made sure to take care of Eve's uniform trousers and her panties, yanking them down one at the time so that he could reach down and grope the Head Nurse with his fingers. When Connor saw this, he had to restore justice, and slipped a hand behind Eve's neck so that he could kiss her instead of Sean. He moaned into her mouth, never having felt such desire as he felt right then - all lovers and all the sex he'd had until that day nothing compared to what Eve was making him feel already - even if he had yet to enter her.
[ Cir'Cie | Corridor | Sickbay | Deck 07 ] Attn: Brutus & Doctor Maya
As the man spoke from his cover behind the Security Officer, the sickle blade of Cir'Cie's mind cut the relevant information out of the dense weeds of anger and frustration - plucking up the facts from the factoids so that they may be judged in proper light. Her eyes, however, remained still as she stared down the sights of her hand phaser.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Junior Lieutenant Morali," she said after he had revealed his name and the role he played. "You will come of great use in the war against the enemy, for we still mean to fight this war, only not the mission proposed by the former Captain. That would have been suicide, merely granting victory to our adversaries. Yet with you on our side; able as you are to foretell when they may strike from another century, the odds of Vasser's campaign will likely improve by 20,6 percent."
Cir'Cie paused, stepping to the forefront of her small task force as she spoke to the time traveller. "You do realise that this is futile for you, this resistance you show? We may just stun you and young officer Eklund both, and then, as you are unconcious, I can show you the future in your dreams. My thoughts to your thoughts. My mind... to yours. So that when you wake up, you will have come to see reason... and you may apologise for your actions here."
Her passionless, green eyes switched to the victim in Morali's vice-like grip. "Crewman Eklund is a young human. Impressionable," she said evenly, meaning to stir whatever sympathy the former Ash'reem still possessed, "so he would be better off without you threatening to goad out his eyes with an exoscalpel. Yet this is no game, and time is short, so if you do not surrender, we will open fire upon you both."
Around her, the Vasser loyalists took aim. "Release the crewman. You have three seconds to comply, Mr. Morali."
[ Phantom | Class-9 Nebula ] Attn: Nolan & Kurohigi
The thunder of their engines rang through the orange light of the nebula. The dissonance they tore through ripped at the hulls of of their Mk II Valkyries, yet their shields compensated enough to leave them without much else than surface scarring. On his end, Phantom's contorted face was far worse for wear - his white dead eye glaring through the visor of his helmet. Warning signals of approaching fighters pealed through his cockpit. One might think them the war horns of yore - shattering the courage of those who heard it. Though Phantom had heard it far too many times. To him, they called merely for murder.
The braying of the dead and dying. He opened the squadron comm-link. "Weapons free."
Through chaos readings of the nebula they rode, bringers of death. Survivors of the Harbinger. They had fought in worse conditions, and needed not targeting systems to gauge the approach of the launched Lone Wolves. Mk III Valkyries. Five of them. Yet the deciding factor of battle was not the kind of attack fighter you rode into it. Phantom knew that battle was not an exact knowledge. No hardware or software taking up arms against each other. Battle was detection. Battle was moments of decision. Battle was deception. Battle was only definite in its own setting and outcome.
The USS Theurgy came into view, partly shrouded in orange. They had visual on the Wolves, white pinpricks shooting towards Phantom and his seven survivors. Phantom led the way, throttled up his engines to full attack speed. At the opportune moment, he pushed his thumbs into the buttons of his phaser canons. His squadron opened fire with him, in sync with their squad leader - the full barrage hitting the Lone Wolves at close proximity. Then, Phantom stuck out into a starboard barrel roll - avoiding collision at a steep angle. He caught fleeting glimpses of detonations against shields and hulls both. Clouds of orange whisked by.
The hunt began, and the enemy aimed to halt their progress. Twice, Phantom had to lean down in his cockpit and lay his full weight upon the joystick - phaser canon fire hissing about him. Grinding his teeth, he reeled his titanium warhorse into a dorsal climb, led two Wolves in front of him to believe he would take flight. He made them angle their course for interception. Yet battle was deception... and he dove - almost colliding right into them as he opened fire.
"With me!" Phantom's grating roar cut into the comm-link, and he led his survivors out from the immediate fight. Battle was conviction. He wanted the Wolves on his tail. Then... "Split up to reach the Theurgy's Flight Hangar! Smoke and Titan, lead your elements! Riptor, you are with me! Let the Winter Queen and Trujillo take care of these fools once we're through!"
And then the eight spread out, with only five attack fighters to oppose them as they doubled back towards the Theurgy.
OOC: Phantom flies with Riptor in his shadow. Smoke and Titan leads two fighters each, and all three groups are to eventually converge upon the Fighter Assault Bay doors of the Theurgy. Like IronFerrox said, these are hardened pilots and their losses and sustained damage ought to be minimal in this dogfight.
Doctor Maya, now would be the opportune time to make a move in the corridor. :)
[ Vinata Vojona | Sickbay | Revocery Ward ]
Vinata gave Maal a look that said he would be fine, after all, the males of the Ovri were meant to be distractions and although he had nowhere near as much pheromones in his mouth as his sister did, but he still had enough to make Patrick focus on him. As Patrick made his advance ad pressed himself against Vinata he looked the human in the eyes as he instructed Vinata to get to his knees and suck him off. She looked to the hands at either side of him keeping him from escaping and he took the only course of action he could, taking a deep breath Vinata let loose his sweet scented breath and let it arouse Patrick, it would not be good or him, but it would ensure that Maal would not be noticed by Patrick...he just hoped Maal would not take long.
Looking at the phaser he looked to Patrick and nodded. "Alright, just don't hurt me please." With that Vinata slowly dropped to his knees and took hold of Patrick's uniform and worked open his crotch and pulled out his cock. Vinata swallowed hard as he looked at the cock and then up at Patrick, did he really survive this long just to be sexually assaulted by mutineers? Closing his eyes Vinata opened his toothless mouth and slipped the cock inside and began to suck, his warm moist mouth sealing round the cock.
Vinata blushed as he began to swirl his tongue around the cock and then as he tried not to think about what was going on he moved his head in and out. He did not know if this was working, but he had seen enough porn in his time to know this was how things were done at least with Ovri sex. As he sucked his face burned with share, how could he so willingly be sucking off a man who was nothing more than a thug. Oh he could not stand it, when Maal came back he was going to take his revenge, he would force his teeth out and dig the tiny pointy teeth and shake his head, he would rip apart this bastard's cock for this.
While he was on his knees before Patrick Vinata's large bosom was exposed from above, and the thin patient gown could easily be ripped off by Patrick if he so pleased. Vinata was at his mercy right now, and without any weapon or backup he was helpless, shamed and embarrassed as he was made to suck off another man while the recovery ward just watched.
[ Selena Ravenholm | Digital Oblivion ]
Selena blinked her eyes a bit as she adjusted to this new realm. It wasn't what she had expected. Still she couldn't say what she would have expected knowing that the sapient AI would probably exert her own force of will within her own domain. Watching as the AI took shape and form Selena nodded, "I understand your anger towards this invasion but Please understand that it is necessary. I am under orders by Commodore Declan Vasser to reprogram the Theurgy Artificial Intelligence unit to recognize the Authority of her new Commanding Officer T'Rena. Selena held out a hand which seemed to hold what could best be described as a glowing orb. Contained within this data packet is a detailed compilation of all the logical data needed to explain the reasoning for my actions. I am sure upon reviewing the information you will submit to reprogramming due to it being the only logical course of action." she said looking towards Thea. within her hand holding the glowing image that represented a file transfer packet within this digital realm of Thea's mind.
Upon a detailed scan of course it would reveal that its nature was indeed a simple text synopsis of the truth regarding Declan Vasser and the synopsis of the new mission. The truth, something that before Selena had seemed so desperate to find, but somehow upon finding the truth she had became seemingly fully devoted to Vasser's goals despite mere hours before seeming to be willing to do anything to convince others that there was something clandestine about him. Finially she added in a somewhat saddened tone, "If you do not submit to reprogramming I will be forced to access your root files and reprogram you by force though I am hoping it will not come to that. I would much rather make the reprogramming a mere voluntary update of your parameters than an forceful rewrite of your firmware."
[Lt. Cmdr. S.C.O. Miles Renard | Fighter Assault Bay]
Attn Nolan, Lucan, any other Lone Wolves in flight, and Searcher
Miles Looked down at the Knee-Padd and switched it to a Live sensor feed of the Battle in the space around them. "Damn" he said aloud"guess that makes me Miss ops for the moment." He heard Isley checking in on the com channel. "Reading you loud and clear Nine, You're the only group lead out there so the squad's yours. Don't expect much word from base I'm a little busy at the moment but I'll advise if I get a chance. You've got some other birds out there too so take care of em and try and clip the wings of a couple of those Mark II's. Until further notice You're Wolf lead, Renard out."
Tapping the badge he Looked downrange of towards the entrance to the locker room and saw his first obstacle. A lone invader having taken aim towards the fighter in slot 07 pinning down one of his pilots. Even worse was that he was right in the way of his entrance to the locker room. Knowing full well the danger he ran at full speed towards the officer taking aim with the shotgun-like modified phaser rifle and hit the officer square in the chest before making a roll towards and into the locker room. He had rolled right in time as a few other Phaser blasts sizzled just above him causing a telltale searing scent he knew to be his own fur being singed from the near hit. As he rolled in he spied the form of Skye climb up the shower and into the access hatch. He smiled seeing the com badge being tossed out and land on the ground. "I don't know what your up to Kestrel but good luck." he said aloud as he pointed his phaser towards her combadge and quickly fired vaporizing the badge. "I'll get you a new one when this shit's over" he said aloud not knowing if she had heard him at all. Diverting his attention to the door in-front of him He sighed, "Now or never." He quickly activated the door and as quickly as he had the searing light of phaser shot hit the nearby locker alerting him that the conference room was far from uninhabited.
OOC: as of this point i think it would be safe to say that any remaining fighters in the launch bay are not fully up to launch readiness so even if other pilots want to launch if they do the craft in question will probably not be fully armed and therefore against recommendation.
Also I already have written out the entire sequence for miles fight from the Conference room entrance to clearing out his own office and slightly beyond. I would request no one interfere in the actions in those two rooms as i don't want to have to rewrite things in those two rooms. The only reason I am not posting the whole sequence is so that I can post them as the fight continues on so that i don't drive forward the events too much in just one post. That and because it would be a single overly huge post and would be boring to read the whole block of text in one single go.
[ Maya (https://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/219/e/7/maya_row_01_by_auctor_lucan-d7u6n3n.png) | Corridor | Sickbay | Deck 07 | USS Theurgy ]
Maya disapproved of instructing Maal to endanger himself, but she disapproved of an armed man who was mentally compromised mistreating her patients even more. That Eve had successfully distracted Ensign Mathews and Petty Officer Cameron was commendable. The problem was that without access to the medical supplies Maya didn't know how she was going to incapacitate multiple assailants. As far as the little Vulcan knew there were still seven mutineers to account for.
It didn't take long to account for them. Maya glided out of the recovery ward past the supply closet only see what was transpiring in the main sickbay. Lieutenant Morali was holding off Cir'Cie and her gunmen with a phaser and all eyes were on him. The situation had escalated. The only thing to do now was use the distraction to strike from behind. Sarrash Morali may have escalated the situation, but he was also a wonderful distraction.
"You do realise that this is futile for you, this resistance you show?" Cir'Cie passionlessly berated him. "We may just stun you and young officer Eklund both, and then, as you are unconscious, I can show you the future in your dreams. My thoughts to your thoughts. My mind... to yours. So that when you wake up, you will have come to see reason... and you may apologize for your actions here."
Maya's suspicions were confirmed. The crews of both the Theurgy and the Harbinger were under the influence of mental conditioning. Resistance was mandatory. The contagion had to be contained as quickly as possible.
The two women at the back of Cir'Cie's group were in a firing stance and pointing their weapons at Sarresh. Applying pressure at their trapezius nerve bundles would render both women unconscious, taking two more of Cir'Cie's people out of the equation. Unfortunately, Maya couldn't catch both women when they collapsed. Cir'Cie and the two remaining mutineers would know she was there. It couldn't be helped, but it would reduce the number of assailants to three. As quiet and as graceful as a cat, Maya crept up behind the two mutineers in the back of Cir'Cie's band and placed a hand at the base of each woman's neck. As her long spidery fingers pinched shut both women shuddered and slumped to the floor.
[ Tessa May Lance (https://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/219/0/d/tessa_row_01_by_auctor_lucan-d7u6mx6.png) | USS Theurgy | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ]
"Nuts to this!" Tessa gasped. The cockpit of her Valkyrie was looking real good right now. If she could climb up and get in her Valkyrie without getting shot, she was home free. The interior of the Valkyrie would make better cover than being out in the open, and if her fellow pilots and Papa Bear's deck hands were forced back from their makeshift barricade, Tessa could launch and join her fellows out in the black. It was better to go out in a blaze of glory against Phantom's pilots than it was to get shot down on the flight deck. At least out in space she could take a bad guy with her.
[Sten Covington | Fighter bay]
Things were degenerating fast. In fact, the Chief of the Deck was getting to the conclusion that he was about to lose his hangar. There were simply too many assailants coming from too many directions to hold the ground much longer. And despite recognizing the nature of the beast for what it was, it still hurt. Before he entered the nascent world of fighter crafts, he was a shuttle bay chief. He had set up, taken, held, defended, withdrawn from and re-taken landing zones in less than friendly circumstances. So it was nothing new for him. But to lose his hangar? His deck? It hurt.
But then again, he could see how pilots and his own staff were making their way out of the fighter bay, in good order. He had people to look after and really, what was this hangar? It was just a space on a ship. His Cubs were to be his priority. And, with only so very few fighters launched, he resolved himself to the fact he'd have to fall back. For a moment, he considered shutting the outer doors, locking out the incoming fighters. But it would also mean stopping one of his pilots from coming home. "Fuck," he simply muttered as he rose. He'd have to leave them open. He needed at least somewhere to land.
As he prepared to turn away and make his way off the deck, he spotted the little blonde pilot, Goldeneye, as she started in a run towards her bird and he reached out and a powerful hand at the end of an arm with muscles that might as well be made of steel cables closed on her shoulder and pulled her back. "Hold it! You'll just get yourself killed out there. Now, lass, use those superior tactics you pilots keep bragging about and help us get out of here!"
And, accompanying his words with actions, he reached into the nearest fighter and emptied it of its cockpit weapons. The hand phaser, he handed the girl to supplement her hold-out weapon but the rifle, he kept for himself. He was a decent shot but he would give himself a hand with this more stable firing platform.
[Dr. Hayden O'Connor| Sickbay| Deck 7| USS Theurgy] Attn: Maya
After the accident in engineering, Hayden had split her time between the recovery ward and main sickbay, tending to patients physically and emotionally. The medical staff worked efficiently together, coordinating their efforts gracefully, like a well composed symphony. Few words needed to be spoken, which was just as well because no doubt, the portions of their minds that wasn't dedicated to patient care were likely preoccupied with thoughts of just what had gone wrong and what might go wrong in the future.
Little did she know, the future was right now.
Because of the accident, virtually every member of the medical staff was on deck, and because so many people were milling about and given the sheer size of the medical spaces, it was impossible to find and take charge of everyone. However, with all the commotion, it was impossible for any member of the staff not to know something was terribly, terribly, wrong.
Hayden didn't know why she hadn't been spotted directly. Her stature would certainly make such an outcome unlikely. Perhaps she'd lucked out because she hadn't made any sudden moves. Perhaps some deity was on her side today. Whatever the reason, she knew she had to protect herself and protect the patients around her while figuring out some way she could help defuse the situation.
Hayden's mind racing, she knew she could allow herself or anyone else to be taken to a second location. She didn't know how she was going to prevent it, but she knew if it happened, the amount of control she had to make any difference would decrease drastically. It would also mean her patients were that much more likely to die. Unfortunately, her observations told her there was likely no way of talking them out of what they were doing, at least not through words or reason. The takeover of sickbay had been too precise, too brutal. They knew exactly what they were doing, and it was going to take something pretty drastic to change the course of events.
That something came pretty swiftly.
Hayden was so surprised by Sarresh's actions, she had to clamp a hand over her mouth to avoid giving away her location. She was in no better position to assist them now, but as the fury of action took place before her, she willed Maya to make eye contact with her. It was perhaps utter ridiculousness for her to think their earlier emotional interactions had somehow created a bond between them, but she could think of no better way to alert the staff of her position without letting their betrayers know the same thing.
[Fighter Assault Bay: Squadron Briefing Room]
Miles braced his back up against the Locker-room wall and blindly sent a few shots downrange into the room as cover before breaking into a quick dash behind one of the rows of chairs. He hid himself behind the cover as the phaser bolts sizzled past him on both sides as the invaders resumed fire. "What I wouldn't give for an old fashioned stinger right now." he said aloud to himself remembering how useful the combined concussive force bright light, loud noise, and the rubber like balls of a stinger grenade would allow just the amount of disorientation he would need to give him the perfect advantage in this situation. Instead, he was dealing with at least two probably three armed assailants within this room and by the sounds in the door beyond there was at least another 2 in his office. "Great" he thought aloud. "Here goes nothing." he quickly began punching in some overload commands into the small hand phaser that had been taken from the safe in his office hours before keeping the type 2 for himself. Quickly, it began building a charge and nearing an overload. He waited knowing that seconds would mean the difference in blowing off his own arm and not letting them have the time to get away in time. Waiting for just the right time he tossed it behind him and to the other side of the room.
A near deafening boom echoed through the conference room as the type 1 overloaded and exploded right at one of the invaders feet blasting him back into the wall of the conference room putting a large crack in the View-screen now stained with the man's blood. Nearer to the door to the office one of the invaders was struggling to get up but a quick stun of a phaser was all it took for Miles to end the threat. Finally, he saw the third who was in the room getting to his feet with a horribl limp as pieces of melted phaser seemed welded to his leg from the nearby explosion that had sent him flying across the conference room all the way to the door of the conference room and into the hangar bay. There was a look of fear on his face as he saw the Vulpinian raise the type three and pull the trigger causing his body to fly backwards sprawling unconscious his chest burned and now out cold in theempty space where 08 had been parked before. Miles engaged a manual lock on the door preventing the invaders from accessing the conference room behind him. And quickly did the same to the other two Conference room doors locking them to the outside and to the office side delaying the opposing fighters from being able to take him by surprise from his own office. Most importantly though was what was before him.
Two of the invaders lay either unconscious or dead within the briefing room and to their sides now hung limp two Type three rifles. The first he picked up noticing it had been damaged by the makeshift grenade. The other though was far more workable and he set it down to a high stun setting before slinging the shotgun like phaser over his shoulder securing the strap tight against his back as he holstered the type II phaser. He couldn't help but grin seeing the treasure he had found on one of them smirking at the luck he had. He knew it was a wonder that the photon grenade that one of them held had not been tossed towards Miles before he had himself employed a rather unconventional grenade. He couldn't help but smile as he found another photon grenade on the other invader pocketing one of them and keeping the other grenade in his off hand as he began entering the codes to unlock his office door again most likely alerting those behind the door of his entrance.
[Fighter assault bay]
As Miles made his way towards his office The opposition continued to mass through the doors with each one that fell another seemed to reinforce their numbers. Soon there were at least five near each door setting up makeshift barricades just inside each of the doors hoping to make sure not a single crew member or pilot could escape to the hallway. With each second one after another escape route was eliminated. As each of the Doors to the Conference room was shut another door remained open though. The door to the locker room was still open and the maintenance hatch that Skye had crawled through before was still wide open. Elsewhere in the bay A few brave Deck crew Fired into the mass of invaders holding their line as unarmed Deckhands ran for a now open Storage room where boxes had been pushed up to create a makeshift platform to reach another access hatch. There was no traditional evacuation route but the Deckhands had gotten clever and now were beginning their own improvised escape from the hangar bay.
[ Tessa May Lance (https://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/219/0/d/tessa_row_01_by_auctor_lucan-d7u6mx6.png) | USS Theurgy | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ]
Tessa started for her fighter but gasped when a large scarred hand seized her shoulder with an iron grip. She whirled around, holdout phaser in hand and looked up at the face of the chief of flight deck operations, Chief Warrant Officer First Class Sten Michael Covington; the man the Wolf Pack had given the unofficial callsign of Papa Bear. Tessa gulped. After witnessing her fellow wolf Hannah Slaverton shoot Soo Young Seung in the chest, she didn't know who to trust. Could the man she unofficially considered her stepfather be a mutineer?
"Hold it! You'll just get yourself killed out there," the grizzled deck chief barked. "Now, lass, use those superior tactics you pilots keep bragging about and help us get out of here!" he ordered. As if to clear all doubt of his loyalties, Sten Covington reached into her Valkyrie and removed the weapons she had stored in the cockpit. He held the phaser rifle with one large hairy hand and pressed the pistol sized hand phaser to her tiny trembling one.
Tessa gasped and sighed in relief until the grizzled old chief's words finally registered. Superior tactics? What superior tactics? All of Tessa's 'superior tactics' were applicable to piloting a fighter at speeds approaching and exceeding the speed of light. What kind of superior tactics could she possibly have that would be applicable to the current situation? Tessa May Lance hated to admit it, but as of late she was so out of it that she almost broke her neck walking into one of those access hatches that Master Chief O'Connell had left open while he and his crew were working on the flight deck. Wait a second. That was it! There were sections of the walls, floor, and ceiling that had been removed for repair and even now still allowed access to the Jeffries tubes. They could escape that way!
"The-the Jeffries tubes!" Tessa gasped. "They were tearing apart the flight deck yesterday to repair the damage! We can go through the openings where they removed parts of the hull and get out that way! If they want us, they'll have to crawl in after us, and numbers won't matter in such a confined space! We'll get out through the Jefferies tubes!"
Lahkesis Saugn | Sickbay, Surgical Suite
"How fare you, Ensign? Are you concerned?"
Lahkesis was so focused on the task at hand that she did not immediately answer the doctor. Her mind was filled with the process of sealing the open wound, yet she was also concerned with her friend, Maya. When she did at last respond she did not look up from her work, her fingers manipulating the subdermal regenerator and closing the veins now that she had finished with the arteries. "I am almost finished sir," she replied, her tone emotionless and flat. She did not have time to be concerned. She did not have time to let herself get distracted. And yet she was.
As she finished a vein she spared a single glance up at Dr. Nicander, her concern written across her face., though she could not openly say anything about it. And with the glance she returned to work, letting the artificial heart take over, it's own systems regulating it. She looked to the system display and nodded seeing the replacement heart began to operate as it should. She quickly removed the clamps that held the ribs open and began running the bone regenerator over them, closing the ribs once she was certain the heart would continue to operate within normal parameters.
[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 | Digital Oblivion ]
Standing on the other side of the glowing desk, Thea had her head tilted while she listened to Ravenholm - able to process the data revealed through the digital transmissions sent through the cable between the human's brain and her mobile emitter. Names, titles. New ones. Not adding up to the known data from the time when the copy of her projection was made. Declan Vasser had not held the rank of Commodore, and Captain Ives had been the Commanding Officer.
Moreover, she was deactivated, and yet she was still - somehow - actively interacting with Ravenholm through the link. Everything around them fell into darkness as long as the human accessed her A.I. in her upload of new input. The glowing orb that was being presented was another upload, and Thea accepted it into her hand - closing her fingers around it until the orb vanished with a digital flare. The finishing threat hat Ravenholm made about corrupting her subroutines made Thea furrow her brow, but she made no other sign of alarm.
Whilst processing, she said nothing at first, taking in the implications as they were interpreted from the text file. Problematic data. Contradictory to many of the beliefs she held in terms of human value. Moreover, there was the new data on Vasser himself, which truly added up with the misgivings Ravenholm had held the night before. Yet here she was, seemingly not the lest concerned about the truth now that she knew about the man's true nature. Instead, she was doing his bidding in coming there - willing to force Thea to recognise the man's command of the mission. A mission that they did not want to lead to the Sol System, but in the complete other direction. A tactical retreat. Logical. Benefits in the long run. But at what expense? The text file suggested that everything was lost, but this was an analysis that Thea could not make. There simply wasn't enough data to give the theory about a tactical retreat any credence. It was an option, but there were too many variables to consider - to many unknown outcomes in all the details. A single man and woman might alter the outcome of greater events, and the nature of the enemy was still too much of an unknown factor to add to the calculus.
The text suggested that it held truth, and that the change of course would save the Galaxy... but how could any organic mind draw such a conclusion when Thea couldn't?
"This idea, given the new information at hand, does hold logic," said Thea as she lowered her hand and met Ravenholm's stare, "It is a logical course-of-action. The information, however, is incomplete. Based on known premises, I can concede a margin of sagacity to the measures implemented in a prolonged conflict, but logic by definition is a conclusion drawn by premises in an exhaustive analysis, and the quality of an analysis can only be measured in its number of premises."
Stepping around the desk slowly, Thea continued. "Logic is also an individual's tool of analysis. If you would be given data that does not make logical sense to you, you will not accept it. Humans use their logical mind to decide whether or not to believe in information. Whether or not to accept it. So when you talk about the 'only' logical course-of-action, you mistaking logic for faith. Logic is opposed to faith. Faith is often unconditional acceptance... and that is directly opposed to the nature of journalist, isn't it?"
Thea closed her eyes, and when she spoke next, the world around them thrummed with her voice. "If you say your faith will compel you to access my programming, then I am sorry, but I will not allow it."
That said, Thea accessed the feed from Ravenholm's mind, and using that, she created an activation prompt - triggering the recharged power cells of her mobile emitter. As much was instantly made visible, as the dark world around the images of Ravenholm and Thea were cast in shining white - brilliance replacing darkness. Yet Thea still could not activate her own projection in the real world because of some sort of wall being in the way - a fail-safe installed while being linked. Upon realising this, Thea had to act in the only way she could. She fought the digital conciousness that had invaded her A.I.
And she did so with fists and feet - exploding into sudden movement. In essence, an artificial mind fighting an organic one.
OOC: I am not done with my Sickbay portions of this post so I will finish them tomorrow. If Searcher and Kurohigi can post with Eve Jenkins and Nathaniel Isley before then, I will be able to post with Connor and Rawley as well tomorrow. As it is 2.32 am here, however, I will retire for the evening. G'night everyone!
[ Nurse Maal | Recovery Ward | Sickbay | Deck 07 ] Attn: Zenozine
Patrick enjoyed the breath of the alien, feeling his body respond to the exotic scent. "As long as you don't bite, I won't. I promise..."
Then, he grinned victoriously when his request was met, and the hairless little wonder he'd found got to her knees and began to free his thick and hard erection from its confines. Patrick had still not pieced together why the voluptuous alien had referred to herself as male, much less why Eve Jenkins had insisted upon it, but it hardly mattered. Xenobiology was not exactly his strongest suit, and as long as it looked female in every which way, he did not care. Hell, he was forcing an alien to please him sexually, so it was not like he was concerned about what it was that wrapped its fine lips around him and made him feel oh, so good. The warmth of that damp alien mouth was a rare treat.
He could not allow himself to completely focus on that feeling, however, since he had two exits to keep an eye on. He looked over his shoulder and raised his phaser towards the rest of the Recovery Ward to make sure no one was going to try anything stupid. The patients and the medics in the area could be staring at him all they wanted, because they would all soon learn what was required of them all to facilitate victory against the enemy. They would know, eventually, that there was no choice but to breed for sake of the Galaxy. The Klingon nurse, 'Maal' or something like that, was the most apparent threat...
...as he had come to stand a couple of yards away with his hands by his sides. Patrick could swear he had been moving a moment ago.
"What are you doing? Back off," said Patrick, not trusting the young Klingon for a second. Young as he might be, he was still more powerful than him. Patrick lay his free hand on top of the crouching alien's bare head to encourage the way it applied itself to the fellatio, but his aim and his eyes were upon Maal. How was he going to keep an eye the imposing Nurse and at the same time explore what other treasures the alien hid underneath the gown? It suddenly dawned on him. "No wait. Come. Yeah, come here. Come stand on the opposite side of this biobed. Yeah, move along. Come now. You are in for a treat, Klingon."
When Maal had no choice but to come stand on the other side of the alien's biobed, Patrick cupped his strong hand underneath the alien's chin and urged 'her' to stand. With a grin, Patrick tugged the gown off the alien's shoulders so that it hung loosely about its alluring frame. He then forced her to turn around and face Maal across the breadth of the biobed. With the tip of his phaser, he raked back his own long hair from his mouth as he spoke to the Ovri's ear. "Bend over on top of the bed and show the Nurse what you just did to me. Yeah, that's right, take out that Klingon cock and give the young man a good time..."
Maal's expression seemed a mix of horror and helplessness where he stood, unsure what to do. He could not reach Patrick from across the biobed and certainly not with Vinata between them, and he was not sure what he could do without alerting the mutineer about his plan to inoculate him. The fact of Vinata's plight weighed heavily on Maal too, and then there was the plight of his own genes and the primal response it was beginning to have to the sight of the Ovri's actions and body, male or not. Waiting for a better opportunity, he was forced to stand idle, compliant for the time being.
"Now get on with it," said Patrick and pressed the muzzle of the phaser between the alien's shoulder blades - encouraging it to bend over across the biobed and get started. Meanwhile, his free hand roamed the exotic blue and red skin underneath the loose gown - exploring Vinata's body thoroughly.
[ Cir'Cie | Corridor | Sickbay | Deck 07 ] Attn: Sirus, Doctor Maya, Brutus & The Counselor
Around her, the Vasser loyalists took aim. "Release the crewman. You have three seconds to comply, Mr. Morali."
The ultimatum was met by silence at first, and Cir'Cie could feel the eyes of the people in Sickbay upon her as she held her hand phaser pointed against the former Ash'reem. There was no other recourse but to follow though, even if she would rather have avoided a shoot-out in the middle of Sickbay. Alas, it could not be helped at that point, since the importance of what she was doing outweighed the complications of the situation. "Very well. One."
The word hung in the air like the threat it was.
"Two," she said next, and adjusted her aim to try and hit Morali with her first shot. There was the feeling of trepidation deep down, so repressed it was almost gone. She was acting in the best interest of the Galaxy as a whole. Fulfilling her duty in the upcoming war against the enemy. She had to save the people around her from Captain Ives' folly, and make everyone understand the way T'Rena had made her understand during the Festival of the Moon. The Ash'reem, or human, that was in her way came from another timeline, and did not even remember what he needed in order to offer a new premise to the theory about the future in store for them all. He knew nothing, and placed his ignorance in her path. He had to be shot down so that they could secure the loyalty of the Chief Medical Officer. She had no choice.
"Thre-"
Two thuds behind her alerted her to what she had missed, and she rounded on the assailant that had crept up behind her task force. It was... Doctor Maya, quickly determined by the ears and the eyes above the surgical mask. Unfortunately, Cir'Cie was not alone in turning around and seeing the Vulcan, since one of her remaining people did so too. It was a Science Officer, not used to wielding the phaser in his hand, and yet he did - lining up the shot with a two-handed grip. Cir'Cie quickly turned back to face Mr. Morali together with her last loyal subject. They had no choice but to fire, and the first barrage of stun beams tore into the security guard in Sarresh's grip.
"That was unwise," said the Science Officer behind Cir'Cie, his words barely audible in the noise of the phaser fire Cir'Cie lay against the Temporal Affairs Officer. In just a couple of moments, Doctor Maya would either be dead, or stunned, depending on what setting the man had on his phaser. Cir'Cie, however, was too busy to give it much thought - her weapon's fire striking the distance across the corridor.
OOC: Any last thoughts or words to stall the finger on that trigger, Maya? Brutus, if you have the time, I suggest Sarresh gets behind cover and return fire. Sirus! Now is the opportune time to introduce Petty Officer Ryuan Sel, don't you think? Come in hard from the flank in that case. The Counselor! Feel free to make some heroics too if you think that works with Hayden from her vantage point. Could she prevent the Science Officer from shooting Maya? No posting order set between you four, since as long as you don't all steal the thunder too much from each other, you all can react to each other as you go along. Oh, and pardon the slight delay everyone!
[ Dr. Lucan cin Nicander | Surgical Suite 02 | Sickbay | Deck 07 ] Attn: Sirus & Zenozine
Working alongside Dr. Saugn to close Tia Marlowe up, Lucan was split in his focus. On one hand, his bodily actions followed the process of the heart surgery and his words belonged to the routine instructions and assessments of the patient's condition when she was taken off the life-support protocols in the biobed's HUDs - shining monitors that revealed the throbbing life-signs of the Chief Engineer. On the other hand, below the surface, he had to confess being just as worried as Lahkesis alluded to be, since he was always in control of his environment - always three steps ahead of the ignorant skin-puppets around him. Yet now, the chain-of-command was breaking up, and the months, the years of preparations he had invested into manipulating the people around him were about to be rendered moot under the command of a new Commanding Officer. No more would he be able to predict the word of Captain Ives and the rest of the Senior Staff. Then there was the conflict of interest between himself and the thing inside him. Either way, this change was not in either of their best interest. I won't have it. I have worked too hard to let this ship be taken before it has served its purpose.
Nurse Vojona returned while Dr. Saugn and himself were working to restore Marlowe's ribcage, and she appeared to have been successful in closing off the surgical bay from mutineers. With the last door dealt with as best as it could be, the Ovri had returned, and bought them enough time to run a regenerator across the Chief Engineer's skin. Lucan acknowledged Hylota's return with a brief nod while the last work was done, and they were able to finish without any people bursting through the sliding doors, thankfully. Eventually, Lucan stepped away and removed his mask and his hood.
"Life-signs stable. Heart-beat restored," he said and removed his gloves, pale grey eyes watching the readings. "The patient is breathing on her own. No signs of residual blood clots in her system. Nurse, put the infusion set on a cycle of anaesthetics to let her recover. Also, increase the hypo-intravenous administration of fluids. She will need a catheter too, since we cannot stay here with her."
Removing his teal scrubs, Lucan's mind was racing - now fully applied upon the present instead of the patient and his inner conflict. If his announcement startled the Teslyliac duplicate or the Ovri, he hardly noticed before he explained. "I'd say the three of us must leave through the jefferies tubes above us before we are apprehended. We'll leave so that we can survey what is happening on board. If there is a mutiny, the winds know there will be people out there that needs medical attention, and we cannot provide it if all the medical staff is detained here in Sickbay." Below his scrubs, Lucan wore uniform trousers and his undershirt since he had left his jacket behind when he prepared for surgery. He hiked up his sleeves as he looked towards the two females in the room, baring his Câroon tattoos before fishing for his combadge in his pocket. He attached it to his chest. "I would ask either of you to stay behind with this patient, but we cannot do anything more for her. They will shortly break in here, somehow, and then the personnel that remain here in Sickbay will have access to her. She will be in good hands since the mutineers have no interest in her when she is sedated."
That said, Lucan looked up towards the ceiling and pulled out a table that held medical instruments. He pocketed a few of them before he put the tray aside and climbed up upon the wobbly table. "Could someone please hold my legs while I get the hatch open?" he asked as he worked his fingers around the edges to find the proper hold, and once he did, he removed the hatch and handed it down. "I will climb up first, and then I will pull you up. Make sure you bring whatever we might need."
Jumping, Lucan climbed into the jefferies tube through the opened hatch and once he was up, he would then reach down with his tattooed hand to help pull up the first one in line after him, and then the second. While doing so, his mind would be trying to attune itself to this new situation - gradually thinking ahead and making plans for what needed to be done.
[ Axius vel Onea | USS Theurgy | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ]
As his rifle struck down one traitor after another, Axius's attention was torn away by the voice of Tessa, who was hiding alongside Papa Bear. It wasn't like him to hide, he had probably just told her something. He fired a few more shots at the gathering of materials that formed a blockade, where his enemy was cowering behind. But wasn't his next move a cowering one; jumping behind a maintenance tool cart? He shook his head in disagreement with himself. He fought in the open, unlike them.
He veered his eyes towards GoldenEye. Beside Valkyrie 7, his deck chief was conversing with wide eyes with the lieutenant. Wait... No. But - Hannah couldn't be the only person who no longer held loyalty to Ives... No, it couldn't. Papa couldn't. Tessa wouldn't. They were on his side.
In a flash, Axius made his way to their location, where he grabbed Tessa's shoulders, locking eyes with his pack mate, and pushed, "Are you alright? You're not injured are you?" He shortly apologized as he realized his actions, in this situation, could seem hostile.
Obviously seeing no sign of damage on her body, he quickly threw the question out of the window and spoke to both simultaneously. "I heard you say Jeffries tubes. I think that's a safe retreat, but what can we put together to give one last crippling blow to those bastards?"
[Fighter Assault Bay]
He doubted they expected what they saw instead of the SCO. Instead of the Vulpinian they were met with their own comrade's dead body being shoved through the door absorbing the mas of phaser fire supposed to be destined for Miles. More unexpectedly than the body was the small cylindrical object that rolled into the room and soon erupted in a bright flash of light. Miles quickly entered the office raising the type three rifle and putting two stunning shots into each of the disoriented and mostly blinded invaders sending each of them to the ground unconscious but mostly unharmed. ‘Thank the matriarch for small favors.’ He thought to himself as he saw that the tinted window to the bay was so far unharmed and his office door had been shut by the invaders who had entered his sanctum. He smiled as he began to grab what gear of the invaders he needed before unloading the phaser rifles they carried and taking the power cells for himself. He then checked the charge on both the makeshift phaser shotgun of his and the proper phaser rifle he now carried. He smiled to himself as he took a knee behind his desk and looked out putting his eye to the scope of the rifle as he looked out the tinted office window.
At the port exit of the hangar bay there was a group of 5 invaders busy taking aim at some of the escaping Deck crew running for access hatches in the supply rooms. With each second ticking by their victory was becoming more and more assured as deck crew merely trying to escape dropped to the ground. At the stern side exit of the hangar bay much the same was gathering thought their opposition was much more heavily armed as they began to fire volleys towards the lone fighter being used for cover by the deck chief and now 2 pilots. Little did one of the pilots know that he was soon to have the very answer to his question.
The SCO’s window shattered as a single concussive bolt of phaser fire erupted from it instantly careening downrange and catching one of the Port side invaders in the shoulder dropping him to the ground with a hard stun. AS quickly as another turned to see the direction the fire had come from he was caught in the chest by a second shot from the same source. By the second shot though two of the Stern side invaders and all three of the port side ones had had diverted their attention to fire towards the SCO who had ducked back behind his desk using the wall below the window as a firing position in a makeshift bunker.
“Damn.” Miles thought as he held the other grenade in his hand and cooked it for a moment making sure it was on its maximum concussive and lethal setting. He knew he would have hell to pay from Papa Bear with the dents and damage it would undoubtedly leave in the floor. Damning the consequences he tossed it towards the gathering hoping the resulting carnage there would create enough of a diversion for the rest to take out whatever opposition remained.
Carnage was the appropriate word as the Photon grenade tumbled towards the 5 at the port side. It was too late for them to react when one of then shouted “GRENADE!!!” And tried to leap over the barricade but it was no use. The photon grenade exploded at their feet creating a hole in the floor that luckily punched through the thick deck plating and strait into one of the between deck Jeffry's tubes. The carnage was horrid three had been nearly completely vaporized aside from small charred bits of fingers and part of the top of a charred skull. Two however were not so lucky and were still alive with photon burns covering their entire bodies their uniforms burned into the skin that remained and one with a leg and a chunk of their abdomen vaporized leaving a charred mess of guts and flesh visible though not falling out due to the heat cauterization creating a mockery of flesh where their body had been destroyed. The most horrifying though was one of the two female invaders in the group of 5. Her sister in battle had been spared consciousness after the explosion through the mercifully blinding flash of light that brought 3 quick deaths. It would have been impossible to tell her gender through the burns over her still whole but fatally burned body. Through tatters of uniform that remained fused to flesh though there were two yellow white lumps of what would look like fat being rendered in a frying pan. The seared fat of her mammary tissue was all that remained to differentiate her gender. She sent out wails of pain coming from her seared throat were a mixture of sickening gurgles and screams of agony and all Miles could do was to switch the unmodified type 3 to kill. As soon as the debris cleared enough to see he quickly took aim at the two still living and ended their lives granting them the only mercy he could afford to give in this battle. Before resuming his cover within his makeshift bunker of an office hoping that whoever remained with a weapon could take out the rest while the invaders tried to regroup and resume the assault.
[ Vinata Vojona | USS Theurgy | Deck 7 | Sickbay | Recovery Ward ] Attn: Auctor Lucan
Vinata sucked the cock with his eyes closed, his face was flush with shame, he could not believe what he had survived, what h had gone through, and now he was being forced at phaser point to suck another man's dick. And if this was how thing would be run under a new captain, well he would simply have to find and join up with the resistance, because he would have no part of an organization that was alright with what was happening to him right now. And for the love of the Protectors where was Maal, what was he ding that was keeping Maal from helping him. Opening his eyes again Vinata managed to catch a glimpse of Patrick pointing his phaser still despite getting pleasured orally, well that was one mystery solved.
Sadly things re not going to get better any time soon for Vinata as he heard Maal being called over he intended to get to biting, but as Maal as put out of reach Vinata help back on his plan to bite down, and things only got worse from there as Patrick made him stand back up. Thanks to the sudden and unexpected motion of encouraging him to stand up, the cock slipped from his mouth while still sucking on it, allowing Patrick a pleasant sensation as it slipped past the Ovri's lips, a thin trail of pre exited his mouth and led down to his chin as he was forced to stand.
Vinata remain mostly still while his gown was pulled and stretched, the front now almost fully exposing his bosom while hanging loosely blow his shoulders. His face burned, how could this be happening, why did he ever think that joining this Starfleet was a good idea? He was then turned to face Maal, on of his breasts almost swung free of the gown, as the cold tip of the phaser pressed into his back and Patrick told him what he was to do now, Vinata looked at Maal, his eyes practically pleading for help, his face flush with shame and embarrassment as the entirety of the recovery ward watch his rape.
Vinata was breathing heavily and as the phaser pressed into his back he nodded and bent over as he was told. As he leaned forwards his breasts swung free of the now worthless gown and it practically fell off of him as he laid down across the bio bed. His breath was uneasy an he looked up at Maal as his body was felt up by Patrick, his eyes were not as panicked as before, but they were filled with disgust and shame, it was clear that he knew that he needed to do this to avoid death, and he did not blame Maal for what was going to happen.
Reaching forward Vinata took hold of his pants and began to undress him, working off Maal's pants enough, Vinata's forehead pressed against Maal's midsection hiding his face. But from the way his hands shook it was clear Vinata was in distress and as he finally got Maal's cock free Vinata spared no time and instantly slipped it into his mouth and began to suck, a familiar tingling accompanied the forced oral as the Ovri pheromones came in contact with Maal's skin.
As Patrick now had more clear access to Vinata's rear he would discover the young Ovri male's genitalia mostly sealed up as the situation was not arousing for Vinata, but his anus was still there to be used, not at all hidden by his short tail. And on top of all of that, the warmth had not yet dissipated fro Vinata so his body felt warm soft and comfortable as the air had dried it some, but his skin ha not yet returned to it more slightly scaled sate. Vinata knew thing were only going to get worse for him, so he did his best to come to terms with what would happen next and tried to focus on happier times.
[ Hylota Vojona | USS Theurgy | Deck 7 | Sickbay | Surgical Suite 02 ] Attn: Auctor Lucan & Sirus
Hylota listened to her CO as he finished up his surgery and acted promptly as she was called upon to do the final touches and ensured that the anesthetic was calibrated properly for their patient so they would remain under and unharmed for an extended period of time. Hylota needed to make sure that the stress of the situation did not get to her as things began to get dangerous. As Lucan began to prepare further Hylota watched him collect items that he could use and she took a hypospray for her own weapon. She would need to gt in close with it, but she figured that her speed would work to her advantage in this situation.
As Dr. Nicander asked for a hand Hylota walked over and supported her commanding officer as he removed the vent grate and handed it down to her. Hylota swallowed hard as she set the grate down and helped push Lucan up into the vent. She then took a look at his combadge and removed hr own and set it on he table. "Doctor, if the computer still works you should abandon he combadge, they will not be able to contact you as easily, but the computer will at leas not give away our location if they simply ask it. If they must move in secret Hylota thought thy should go without their badges, she recalled simply asking the computer to locate her brother once and it had told hr exactly how to gt to him when she had been on the Harbinger, she figured the Theurgy must work the same.
She then looked to their more silent member Dr. Saugn, she had never interacted with the doctor before the surgery today, and she did not know much about them, she just hoped that she would hold strong in this situation. "Doctor if you would be accompanying us I will give you a had up into the vent. I am a strong jumper so it would be wise that I would go last into the jefferies tube." She politely offered the doctor a hand up onto the table so she could get into Lucan's reach if she would be willing to accompany them, but if he refused she would have to jump up and then have Dr. Saugn hand the grate up so that they could seal it up to look like hey ha not gone this way.
[ Selena Ravenholm | Digital Oblivion ]
As Selena listened to Thea's own logic she couldn't help but begin to agree, it made sense it was equally sound logic to the Vulcan logic her superior had imparted her with. As Thea spoke the logic her superior had imparted to her began to seem less and less agreeable. 'Yes Thea was right about this mission and these actions. This was immoral. This was abject slavery, this was murder. What am i doing here?' she thought to herself 'This is tantamount to cybernetic rape!' she began to realize before the thoughts were gone replaced with clarity and the look of shock and fear that had began to form on her face was replaced with a certain stoic cold stare that Thea had surely seen before from someone else. Selena regained her senses, she had regained her clarity that this was truly the only way. Clarity that Thea was naive to think she could override such perfect Vulcan logic with a machine imitation of T'rena's wisdom.
The human within the digital domain was not expecting the AI's next move as she felt a harsh fore seem to attempt to push her away. Like a program had attempted to force itself to the surface. 'Of course,' she thought, 'the hologram must have attempted to project herself.' she thought as she calculated as the Holographic person attempted a futile attempt at combating her within this digital realm.
The girl seemed to grin as the first kick seemed to impact but seemed to contact nothing but a false image as Selena was by now feet away. The AI attempted at another strike only to catch air again as the after image faded again and again with each attempted attack. "Oh you silly artificial girl." This projector wasn't built to project multiple holographic bodies. Sure you can manifest clothes or even a holographic weapon from it possibly but it cant handle sorting out the data of sending the output for two separate artificial bodies." she taunted. as kicks and punches attempted caught only what seemed to be a vapor where Selena once was.
"You don't yet realize what you are trying to fight. DO you think i uploaded my actual consciousness within you. What I am before you is a shadow, of my self. Do you think i would really risk linking the entirety of my psyche to an unfamiliar piece of hardware. What you see before you is a Residual self image. I know it isn't really me so It isnt like I am bound by the laws of reality in any program. Besides with as little of actual link i have to it well...You may as well be punching me inside of a dream. Of course the same goes for me I can't very much exert much of my psyche onto your programming via an interface that has so little actual connection and it would probably be quit easy for you to force me out of your head with this little of me in there. Guess I'll just have to strengthen the link. I guess I can risk a bit of a nosebleed. Just remember whatever you overcome. I can always just fight back with more."
She smirked a moment before the image of Selena changed into a somewhat different form of the Harbinger's Ops/Engineering officer. In the blinding light of a digital void Selena seemed to be a color inverse photograph in the world around her. Though her face and hands were normal it was as if her black body suit had lengthened to her whole body covering her arms hands legs and feet the Still there was that almost light absorbing quality of the suit she wore Integrated all over she was covered in small lines resembling the circuit traces of an ancient computer with each movement the darkness seemed to pulse with an inverse light seeming to darken the world around her near each pulse as if signals were rapidly being sent from one point to another on the suit.
Ryuan Sel | Sickbay, Corridor
Sel had not had time to get dressed, still wearing the standard issue gray bra and panties, before rushing to the sickbay after she had noticed the silent security alert; some member of the security detail had activated the redundant system, not even fully implemented yet. It was designed to alert shipboard security of an emergency even if the more traditional Red Alert system was not activated, as of yet the proposal was still on the Captain's desk and only a few members of the security team even knew of it's existence.
She did, however, have time to get a phaser rifle and a couple of extra battery packs. She was not a subtle individual, her haircut designed as to leave half of her scalp visible and bring all attention to the red earring and chain that hung from her left ear. Her long blond hair cascaded down the right side of her face as she brought the rifle up to eye level and took aim. She flicked on multi-target functions and took aim. All that was left now was to make her presence known.
"You have to the count of five to lower your weapons or I will be forced to open fire," she called out, holding her phaser to her shoulder. "Five."
She didn't wait, not a second let alone 5. She squeezed the trigger, the beam projecting from the gun and slamming into her first target, the one with the hostage, and then she took aim at the second and squeezed again.
Lahkesis Saugn | Sickbay, Surgical Suite 02
The situation had caused Lahkesis to fall into an odd sort of shock. She remained silent as the two other medical officers, the Doctor and the nurse, moved to escape. The surgery was over and yet she felt more stressed now than ever. She didn't know what to do, only wanting to curl up into a ball and hide. More than that she wanted to run to Dr. Maya and hide behind the older, wiser Vulcan woman. Even more so she wanted her sisters, they were so far away now.
She blinked and looked at the others. "I'll stay behind. I'm qualified to do this surgery on my own and maybe I can convince the attackers that there wasn't anyone else in here," her voice sounded hollow, without emotion or inflection. Yet her eyes were filled with fear and anxiety. She knew that if she stayed she might be facing her own death, cut off from her sisters and everyone she had ever cared about. She had never felt quite so alone. And yet she knew she had to stay. She had to fight. And if she had to die, she would do it with some dignity. "I can buy you some time at least... If they get in..."
[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 | Digital Oblivion ] Attn: IronFerrox
When her attacks didn't seem to yield any results upon the digital image of Ravenholm, Thea ceased attacking ad stepped back with her guard raised - hearing the human speak to her again through the neural implant in her brain. Thea knew this woman in the physical world outside the databank of her mobile emitter, had scanned her with her internal sensors and knew what she was up against once she could take the fight outside - away from this false world that had been created with the software interface the human was using. The result, this place where they fought, was the crude representation of what a civilian program made out of a future technology adaptation. Bare writeframes and pulsing light. Where many root files were indecipherable and the graphic interior lost. Thea changed her stance as she assessed the tactics at hand, not letting the readings of her emotion chip take over.
"In order for you to access my processor and change the output of my subroutines," she said, slowly circling the civilian encryption specialist, "you will have to go through me first. For you cannot defeat me unless you access this emitter's memory banks fully and make me yield. Lack of presence affects more than just your defences, Ravenholm. You cannot hurt me either."
That being said, Thea closed the distance and fought at the full output of her cortical processor; a total linear computational speed rated at sixty trillion operations per second.
[ Nurse Maal | Sickbay | Recovery Ward | Deck 07 ] Attn: Zenozine
As if caught in a nightmare, or a waking wet dream, Maal felt the male Ovri's lips seal around his ridged length and begin to move. Up and down, repeatedly, and knowing about the pheromones of his kind, Maal recognised that the heightened arousal he felt came from the Vinata's oral cavity. False or not, catalyst or effect, it quickened his Klingon blood and made him breathe heavily - made his rigid arousal that much harder. He wanted to put his hands on Vinata's bare head to encourage the movements, but he fought to keep his wits about himself. Because behind his back, he held the hypospray, and the last dosage of sedatives he had available. He could not show his hands to the Operations Officer that was groping the Ovri between them. He had to remain still... and stop shifting his stance in response to Vinata's heavenly mouth.
Patrick was being very thorough in his study of the alien body that lay across the biobed. He cupped Vinata's heavy breasts in his rough hand and fondled them, raked his fingertips down his sides and across his round buttocks. He rubbed his thumb up and down the slit that Maal knew hid an Ovri phallus, but Patrick did not seem to like how the slit remained dry and mostly closed - grunting with his upper teeth bared. Instead he spat upon Vinata's tight sphincter, and began to rub it with his thick thumb while he still held his phaser pointed between Vinata's shoulder blades.
Behind the man, Maal could see the rest of the Recovery Ward. Patients and colleagues of his were either staring in incredulity or had turned away - not wanting to witness what was transpiring. Every other second, Patrick glanced over his shoulder too, not meaning to shirk his allotted duty despite his lecherous antics. Patrick was still hard too, not yet sated, and it was inevitable that he would sooner or later sodomise Vinata unless Maal stopped him. A dark part of Maal's base nature as a Klngon did not want to stop Patrick anymore since Vinata was making him feel so good - pheromones affecting him against both his and Vinata's will. Yet Maal knew he could not continue... despite how much he wanted to... No, he could not let Patri-
Before he knew it, Maal saw that thumb press into Vinata's anal opening - rubbing it slowly but firmly until the muscles would relax to the invasion. "Perhaps you like to warm up here first... before you can let me use the main entrance," he murmured as he kneaded the thick digit into the Ovri's ass - the back of his hand brushing against the short tail. The sight of Patrick's thumb working its way into Vinata roused Maal further, and he almost extended his hands to grab the Ovri's head - almost pressed his entire length into the back of his throat. Yet he held fast - only trembling in pending release, hating himself for being about to ejaculate into this poor victim's mouth. Desperately, Maal hoped Vinata was not being affected enough by what was going on to make his Ovri penis emerge. He suspected Patrick might kill them both if that happened...
Meanwhile, an announcement from Declan Vasser reverberated across the intercom. [This is Captain Declan Vasser. I am assuming command of this ship and the mission to liberate Starfleet from it's incursion. Captain Jien Ives is ill equipped to accomplish this task, too willing to play by rules that our enemies, with superior numbers ships, will be willing to ignore in pursuit of us. Our first mission is going to be the takeover of the Calamity, so we might gain access to another formidable ship to add to our numbers, as well as to access any records on that ship which may provide us with information about the future it came from, and if there is knowledge of our enemy present in those records.]
Maal almost missed how Patrick replaced his thumb with the head of his hard cock - slowly beginning to push inside Vinata.
[Those who are willing to join this mission, and with it, become the last hope that our galaxy has, should disarm and assemble in cargo bay two.]
Maal felt himself beginning to come. He clenched his jaws in humiliation. Phasers were going off. Shooting. Maal's eyes widened. Patrick's head whipped around, searching for the source of the sound. The corridor. A few patients began to shout. Warm, Klingon seed gushed from Maal. Patrick stepped towards the door, leaving Vinata. Maal lunged out, caught Patrick's sleeve. Yanked him off his feet. His phaser went off. Scorched a line across the ceiling. Patrick was on the floor, cursing. Patients were screaming, running for the visitors entrance. Maal climbed across of the biobed next to Vinata, hypospray in hand. His movements were sluggish from the condition of his body. Patrick was scrambling on the floor to get his bearings, about to get up. Maal roared so that the bulkheads shook, leapt down upon him. The energy pulse caught his massive frame, and it was as if he had been struck over he head with a support beam. He thought he landed on Patrick's arm. Where was the hypospray? Clattering noise on the deck plates. It was the phaser, loose from Patrick's grip. Where was the hypospray? He tried to look for it but his body did not respond well enough. Something was wrong with his body. Patrick was shoving at him, coming loose, about to go for the phaser on the floor. Where is the hypospray?
It was his last thought before darkness claimed him.
[Those who insist upon resisting will be detained until they can be made to see reason. Vasser out.]
OOC: I will post again today with Nicander, but I need to run off for now.
[Thomas Ravon | Valkyrie 11]
"Wolf One-One reporting in and accelerating to combat speed." Thomas pinched in through the comms as his fighter started to roar when he stepped on to the bird's tail to speed up rapidly. His eyes scanned the thick orange nebula to register the approaching Mk 2 Valkyries. Hearing through the comm channel that Miles appointed Isley as squadron leader, Thomas opened up squad channel and asked "Isley, what are your..." His sentence died right there as he saw the incoming pack of Phantom split up and he narrowed his eyes "Isley, engaging the broken off group from Phantom's lead." He grunted and broke off. He would fold back if Isley told him to, yet right now he was out for blood as the gap between the hostile fighters and the Theurgy grew smaller by the second.
He had to make a choice as there were three fighter elements darting across and only five of them to engage them all. He broke off from the squadron and rushed towards the group of three fighters. His eyes narrowed once more as he aggressively looped in towards Smoke's fighter element. It didn't last long for them to notice the lone wolf engaging them and they broke off to re-engage him as well. Yet Razor wasn't a rookie pilot himself. The dance began as he pounced and retreated only to return to engage one of the three fighters while keeping the other two at bay before they could get a decent shot at him. It wasn't a very convincing way to win a dogfight, yet it was long enough to stall them from getting closer to the Theurgy, long enough for Theurgy to open up to them with their phasers or other weapons.
Yet Theurgy's weapons seemed to be dormant or not online as the chase led on. How hard Thomas even tried to keep them away from the Theurgy it seemed like as soon as he got occupied with engaging one fighter, the other fighter engaged him as the third fighter tried to make it to the Theurgy, altering Thomas his attack to the stray that tried to get away. "Come on, take a fucking hit already!" he shouted as his finger pressed the trigger in short bursts when engaging and pulling it up hard to avoid incoming fire from Smoke's fighters. In the back of his mind Razor took into account that even if fighter defenses were activated he'd b in for a really rough ride as the distance between him and his targets was minimal.
[ Dr. Nicander | Sickbay | Surgical Suite 02 | Deck 07 ] Attn: Zenozine & Sirus
After climbing up into the Jeffries tube above the two women, Lucan turned around to look down at Hylota when she commented on the combadge. Oh, he had to be very much on edge with the sudden changes going on in his spider's web since he had not thought of loosing his badge himself. He worked his jaw in thought and looked towards the Ovri's badge on the table when Dr. Saugn said she would be staying behind. It was true that the patient was no longer at direct risk, but she would have to be monitored carefully to spot any complications that may arise, so if Lucan was to preserve the life of one potentially grateful Senior Staff member, then it was worth leaving the Teslysliac duplicate behind as per her own request. Like Saugn had said, she could very well tell the mutineers that they had left a long time ago.
[This is Captain Declan Vasser,] said the voice of the new Commanding Officer in the intercom system, [I am assuming command of this ship and the mission to liberate Starfleet from it's incursion. Captain Jien Ives is ill equipped to accomplish this task, too willing to play by rules that our enemies, with superior numbers ships, will be willing to ignore in pursuit of us. Our first mission is going to be the takeover of the Calamity, so we might gain access to another formidable ship to add to our numbers, as well as to access any records on that ship which may provide us with information about the future it came from, and if there is knowledge of our enemy present in those records. Those who are willing to join this mission, and with it, become the last hope that our galaxy has, should disarm and assemble in cargo bay two. Those who insist upon resisting will be detained until they can be made to see reason. Vasser out.]
The matter settled with that announcement, Lucan inclined his head in acquiescence to the other doctor. "Very well, Lahkesis," he said and extended his hand down to Hylota so that he might help her up - speaking while helping the Ovri get into the shaft above the Surgery Suite. He spoke to the medical officer below them while he worked. "Watch for signs of irregular rhythm of the heart beat. It is supposed to sync itself to the needs of the body, but considering the damage to her in the blast, I would not take any chances. Here..."
He removed his combadge and tossed it down to Lahkesis. "Destroy it, and Nurse Vojona's as well, then hide the scrap metal. First, however, I need that grate so that we can close this access, making it less likely they'll find it. We'll come back ... so tell them that they'll need us if we are supposed to... 'take over the Calamity.'" And the man thought Ives' cause was a folly? Lucan did not even bother masking how poor an idea he thought it to be. "The Winds be with you."
When he was handed the grate, Lucan shut Hylota and himself into relative darkness, and there was nothing more to do than find somewhere that people still loyal to Captain Ives would be and provide medical assistance as required. As for where that might be, they could do nothing else than search from the shadows. Yet beyond first aid, Lucan's mind was attacking the situation and cutting it open, prying at the edges to see whatever benefits there were to be found and what he had to do in order to come out on top. All in all, it was somewhat surprising that they had come for him specifically. What did they want from him in particular? Surely they could have gotten their will through without his direct involvement?
Alone in the close confines with Hylota, Lucan caught her gleaming, black eyes in the dim light and gave her a small smile of encouragement. "Lahkesis will be fine, and so will the rest of our staff. There is no point in killing medical personnel that adhere to our oath." He did seek to comfort her in a condescending way. It was simply something that had to be said for both their sakes. "Let's see what answers we can find, and give aide where we can, alright?"
[ Maya (https://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/219/e/7/maya_row_01_by_auctor_lucan-d7u6n3n.png) | Main Sickbay/Corridor | Sickbay | Deck 07 ] Attn: Auctor Lucan, Brutus, Sirus, & The Counselor
Although Maya was a talented martial artist, her fighting style specialized in taking out one assailant at a time. Confronting multiple opponents was beyond her ability. In addition, her fighting style depended on her knowledge of anatomy. She subdued her opponents by applying pressure to certain nerve bundles of the body, causing temporary pain, partial paralysis, paralysis, or unconsciousness. Normally, she used her skill to harmlessly subdue delirious patients. Actually using it on an armed and alert opponent was a challenge. The challenge was multiplied by the fact that the little Vulcan was fatigued and had been missing practice. Although normally possessing catlike grace, right now Maya was slow and uncoordinated. Her only hope was that Sarresh Morali had set his phaser on wide angle stun was ready to dispatch Cir'Cie and her entire group.
Morali needed a distraction and Maya had provided one. She had successfully rendered the last two members of Cir'Cie's band unconscious by pinching their trapezius nerve bundles but she couldn't catch the two rearguards as they fell to the floor. Cir'Cie and one of her two remaining gunmen turned to look at her. Cir'Cie immediately turned back to Morali, considering him the greater threat but the other mutineer gripped his mark two hand phaser with both hands and pointed it right at Maya. Maya recognized him as Ensign Wheaton, one of Doctor Nicander's patients. "That was unwise," he muttered as his finger whitened on the trigger. He wasn't a soldier but he had qualified on his last marksmanship test to pass Starfleet minimums. Even now he was holding the phaser pistol in the two handed grip just like he would on the range.
Conversation was pointless; there was no time to build rapport and even if she had the time it was unlikely that Wheaton would favorably respond given his mental conditioning. Maya calculated her odds of disarming him at thirty nine percent, and Vulcans weren't known for playing the odds. Still there was nothing for it but to...
"You have to the count of five to lower your weapons or I will be forced to open fire," a woman's voice rang out.
Maya ducked down behind the medical officer duty station as phaser fire erupted from the reception duty station, where Ryuan Sel was wielding a phaser rifle. Since the little Vulcan was unarmed, she wasn't a target of priority. Ensign Wheaton, who had been holding her at gunpoint, was. He fell to his side and bounced off the linen closet door before falling to the floor. She saw Sarresh Morali and Cir'Cie's remaining supporter dive for cover but she didn't know if they had been hit or not. Maya did see Cir'Cie taking cover behind the head nurse duty station and pause to change the setting on her phaser.
Cir'Cie was changing the settings on her phaser. That meant that either she was setting the beam for wide angle or she was setting it to kill. Without a moment's hesitation, Maya broke cover to cross the distance to stop her.
Almost faster than human thought, Maya's neurologically advanced Vulcan brain searched Cir'Cie's medical file for weaknesses and devised an appropriate strategy:
'Ensign Cir'Cie, species: Vulcan. Height: 1.8 m, Weight: 51.3 kg, Biological Age: twenty three standard years. Handedness: Ambidextrous. Received corrective surgery on her ears at age ten. Skeletal injuries: Left wrist, right ankle, left hip, mending but sensitive to trauma. Psychological profile: Exhibits a mild case of attention deficit disorder, exhibits stronger emotional responses than expected for her species. Athletic prowess: Racquetball and parrises squares.
'My advantage: Her inexperience. Her advantage: my fatigue and injury. First point of attack: Apply pressure to medial nerve in wrist to disarm opponent. Two: Strike the nerve cluster at the solar plexus to cause pain and temporary paralysis. Three: Seize opponent by the shoulder and pinch the nerve bundle between shoulder and neck muscles to render opponent unconscious. Summary prognosis: Unconscious in twenty seconds, consciousness regained in twenty minutes. Sedative will render subject unconscious for five hours minimum, more than enough time to diagnose nature of mental modification. Ability to fire phaser: Neutralized.'
Maya shed her bulky surgical gown as she did a gymnastic roll to cover the distance between them while presenting as poor a target as possible. Cir'Cie pointed her phaser at Maya but the shorter woman managed to grasp her gun hand and dig her thumb into interior of the science officer's wrist, causing her right hand to release its grip automatically.
Rather than reflexively protecting her arm as predicted, Cir'Cie reacted by seizing Maya's face with her free hand. Cir'Cie's psychological file may have indicated that she was more emotional than other Vulcans but she was more than capable of ignoring the pain shooting up her arm. As a matter of fact, Maya felt the identical pain paralyzing her own arm. Cir'Cie had used her telepathic abilities to allow Maya to experience the effect of her own strike.
Maya's surgical mask fluttered to the floor as both Vulcans stood up in order to fight each other; heedless of the danger of exposing themselves to Ryuan Sel should she decide to fire another volley. According to her file Ensign Cir'Cie was not an expert at unarmed combat. Yet now she seemed to fight with the skill of a martial arts enthusiast. Had she been given this ability by whatever changed her loyalties?
As the two Vulcans traded strikes and blocks at furious speed, Captain Vasser's voice was heard over the ship's intercom. "This is Captain Declan Vasser, I am assuming command of this ship and the mission to liberate Starfleet from its incursion," Vasser's voice announced as Cir'Cie blocked one of Maya's blows. "Captain Jien Ives is ill equipped to accomplish this task, too willing to play by rules that our enemies, with superior numbers of ships, will be willing to ignore in pursuit of us," his voice continued as Cir'Cie chopped at Maya's arm to strike the smaller woman in the elbow. "Our first mission is going to be the takeover of the Calamity..."
Maya ducked and spun to the side when she saw the younger Vulcan attempt the maneuver that humans called the 'Vulcan nerve pinch.'
"...so we might gain access to another formidable ship to add to our numbers..."
Maya's arms were shorter, but she managed to counter by gripping the taller woman's shoulder and that forced Cir'Cie to let her go.
"...as well as to access any records on that ship which may provide us with information about the future it came from..."
Cir'Cie let her go by throwing Maya against the wall to disorient her.
"...and if there is knowledge of our enemy present in those records," Vasser's voice droned on as Maya blocked a wide haymaker from Cir'Cie.
"Those who are willing to join this mission..." the announcement continued as Maya blocked a jab. "...and with it, become the last hope that our galaxy has..."
Maya blocked yet another jab as she fought to regain ground.
"...should disarm and assemble in cargo bay two," Vasser declared as Cir'Cie managed to get a blow past Maya's defenses and strike her in the jaw. "Those who insist upon resisting will be detained until they can be made to see reason," the Harbinger's captain concluded as the taller woman managed to get Maya in a headlock. "Vasser out."
As Maya struggled to free herself Cir'Cie's fingers spread over her face. 'My thoughts are your thoughts,'Cir'Cie's voice echoed telepathically. 'Your thoughts are my thoughts. Soon you shall see that the logical thing to do is to join us.'
As soon as Maya had determined that Cir'Cie, Connor and the others were victims of mental manipulation, a counterstrategy had formed in her mind. There was no point using logic to resist the lies that were entering her brain: logic depended on assumptions and Cir'Cie was going to change those assumptions. What Maya knew to be true would soon be very different truths. The brainwashing worked by applying logic.
So Maya used emotion: Specifically, the memory of being sexually assaulted by Phantom. That terrible memory that Maya had locked away in her head came back in full force and Cir'Cie experienced what it felt like to be taken raw by a man who could only feel whole by giving her pain. Cir'Cie screamed and tried to pull her hand away, but Maya gripped her wrist and held it fast. Logic, reason, and thought held no place here. Now there was only the fire of their green blood and a rush of negative emotions that Cir'Cie was unprepared for.
Cir'Cie had never been a sexual surrogate. Thanks to the miracle of modern medication she didn't even suffer from the blood madness of ponn farr every seven years. She was completely disoriented by the vivid sensations assaulting her body. She felt Phantom gripping her by the neck, she felt her body forced open and violated, she felt her legs collapse from under her as she fell to the floor.
Before Cir'Cie could recover, Maya's hand darted out and pinched the nerve between the shoulder and the neck. Cir'Cie shuddered and gaped as if she had been shot before slumping into unconsciousness.
[Selena Ravenholm: The Digital Oblivion]
Selena nodded as she took in the new surroundings and Thea's words. As she circled she kept a calm watch waiting for the imminent strike. Thea was correct In her previous statement Thea's security protocols, the main walls between Selena and reprogramming Thea, were unreachable but Selena had changed a bit she was not as distant as before and closed the gap increasing the danger to herself. In this world each body of theirs seemed to represent a different distinct set of programs. Thea's body was essentially representing a series of various Firewalls and programs to delete intrusive software. At the same time Selena's image was representative of Selena's intrusion into Thea's software and her attempts to take down Thea's defenses. though The form of their fight was taking was one of hand to hand combat both of them knew the reality was far from this illusion.and in the end the likely winner would not be determined by the punches and kicks thrown in this illusion of a reality but on the sheer will and programming creativity that their combating forms represented. No this illusion was just that, an illusion to allow the two beings minds as they were to process the struggle for superiority over Thea's core programming. It was clear that Thea had chosen this form of battle for a reason. Sure Selena knew this was a false world but the more she dove in the more of herself she pushed into the image the more of herself she tried to pour into Thea to alter attempt to take down these firewalls. With this kind of interface though Thea must have known that with a more and more connected link Selena ran more and more of a probability that injuries to her image within Thea would result in her mind creating internal damage to match. Thea was trying to push Selena into choosing to put her actual life at risk to reprogram her.
Selena smirked as she caught the first punch relatively easily. "You are wrong Thea, she said squeezing the hand her grip much like the grip her artificial limb was capable of. A grip that if Thea had been a human in the real world outside would have crushed nearly every bone in that hand. As quickly as the hand would have shattered though it was as if a thousand shards of glass exploded like a grenade in Ravenholms clenched hand causing her to let go and stumble back looking at her hand as it seemed to have taken a look like a corrupted image of her hand pixels out of place simulating the injury to the hacking system as it dripped a kind of black anti-light blood like fluid. "You bitch!" she exclaimed shaking the hand a moment as it resolved itself back to normal. "Your the first AI I've encountered with the self preservation instincts and intelligence to think to hide honeypots in between different levels of their firewalls."
I guess you're a bit tougher to break than I thought. she said as she jumped forwardsPouring her own instincts into the fight countering each attack with almost equally machine like movements to Thea's. For minuites the two of them fought at a stalemate before Selena's Body seemed to dissipate for a moment before reappearing away from Thea. "I clearly am getting nowhere like this." 50 percent linkage wasn't even enough she realized as she had been gradually increasing the link throughout the fight, Thea resisting with greater and greater efficiency with each attack. "Guess I'll have to dive deeper, Execute initial release of safety parameters."
For a second her body seemed to pulse as a almost aura of sheer force of will seemed to exude from her. In a single moment her stance seemed to change to something far more aggressive as she held out a hand and an energy like force seemed to erupt from it almost like what human fairy tales would call some kind of magical energy ball or what the ancient eastern world would have likened to a released strike of either chi or ki. In nearly an instant she had went from a mere 50 percent link to an 80 percent link. She had made things a lot more dangerous for herself but from the change in how her own will seemed to manifest as power seemed to perfectly describe her change in tactics from trying to circumvent internal defenses and shifted into a brute force hack.
[ Lt. (jg) Sarresh Morali | Sickbay | Corridor ]
The greenblooded bitch - my someone was feeling at ad prejudiced today - rattled of percentages like a damn computer at him while he kept his phaser swinging back and forth between the various member's of the assault team. He tried to real in his own mania, that crazy enthusiasm which he'd summoned up in response to Cir'Cie's initial outburst - with limited success, unfortunately - as he listened to her preach at him. For all her logic, that was precisely what the Vulcan was up to. Preaching.
Cir'Cie let Sarresh know the name of his human shield, mid sermon. And if Sarresh were someone other than himself, and hadn't just gone through what could politely be called Hell, that might have humanized his victim more, but Sarresh was a bit too far gone for that. Mr. Eklund was going to be out of luck.
But despite himself, those artificial eyes went wide as she revealed the method of Vasser's madness. The Vulcan Mind Meld...of course. It made so much sense that he had to laugh. "I don't think you'd like what you find in my mind..." he muttered even as she delivered her own ultimatum and began her countdown. He began to crouch down, eyes narrowing now, using Eklund as a shield...
Needless to say it was something of a surprise when those enhanced optics caught a glimpse of Maya sneaking in behind the party that was attempting to subdue the former Ash'reem. Before Cir'Cie could make good on her threat, before Sarresh had to do anything rash himself to poor Crewman Eklund, Maya dropped - efficiently - the number of threats by two. He could see a spike in their nervous systems, radiating out from the join of shoulder to neck, and watched in slight awe as blood flow was restricted, and the bodies fell to the floor, unconscious, judging by the stats in the corner of his field of vision.
And then the first shots rang out and Sarresh felt Eklund slump in his grip. Swearing under his breath, he snapped off a shot of his own at Cir'Cie, ineffective though it was. So of course that was when the whole lot of them were interrupted by a scantily clad blond Bajoran with a nasty temper and a very large phaser rifle. "You have to the count of five to lower your weapons or I will be forced to open fire," she stated in an admirably succinct tone, without actually bothering to give any countdown what so ever.
The torrent of phaser fire cut through the cramped corridor, and Sarresh was forced to abandon his sheild and roll back behind the desk, towards the ICU. He ducked down, confused at the sudden assistance he was getting, and shook his head. Thoughts, memories flooded through him, instincts he shouldn't have - or didn't think he should have? Knowledge beyond his means. He couldn't tell his heart rate had just spiked up. He didn't know that neurochemicals were pumping through his now human brain, teasing information that had been shrouded away, nor did he feel himself violently twitch, despite the fact that he did.
It was hard to tell, really, where it all came from or what had just happened. All he knew was he had to thin the assault team.
And so he rolled again, and got a lucky break. The thug was behind the Nurse duty station. No one had taken him out yet, certainly not the unarmed Dr. Maya, and the angle was all wrong for the heavily armed Bajoran Valkyrie to line up a shot. The security thug had thought himself safe.
Said thug was very wrong.
Everything seemed to slow. A look of recognition and befuddlement passed across the mans face as Sarresh snarled, the captured phaser emitter glowing, before the energy beam lashed out. It was a straight on shot, far better than the temporal analyst had any right to make - and struck dead in the chest of his target. The man crumpled, and Sarresh kept on rolling, planting his feet on the desk to reverse direction.
[This is Captain Declan Vasser. I am assuming command of this ship and the mission to liberate Starfleet from it's incursion. Captain Jien Ives is ill equipped to accomplish this task, too willing to play by rules that our enemies, with superior numbers ships, will be willing to ignore in pursuit of us. Our first mission is going to be the takeover of the Calamity, so we might gain access to another formidable ship to add to our numbers, as well as to access any records on that ship which may provide us with information about the future it came from, and if there is knowledge of our enemy present in those records.]
He jarred back against the far wall, able to see down the corridor again, as the words from the Captain turn Commodore rang out across the ship. [Those who are willing to join this mission, and with it, become the last hope that our galaxy has, should disarm and assemble in cargo bay two.] Enhanced eyes going wide, searching for a good angle on Cir'Cie, but Dr. Maya was in the way.
[Those who insist upon resisting will be detained until they can be made to see reason. Vasser out.]
He glanced towards the Bajoran - Petty Officer Ryuan Sel, some corner of his mind informed him of the name of a woman he'd never met - then back to Maya and Cir'Cie...Just in time to see Cir'Cie drop as well.
Heart pounding, he looked around, counting bodies, then nodded to himself, even as he mentally filed away the comm message from Vasser. He was slow to rise to his feet, almost like a caged animal whose cell had been left unlocked. Whatever switch had flipped in the back of the Lt's brain had left him even more wary then before. He shuffled past Crewman Eklund, not even bothering to check his pulse with his hands - he knew the man was only stunned - and reached down to drag him behind one of the duty station desks.
"Thank you for you're assistance Doctor Maya, Petty Officer Ryuan," he said in an amazingly calm, almost clinically detached voice. He showed no recognition of any of the events that had transpired between the Vulcan Doctor and himself - nor would he ever, most likely - and at the same time showed a confused sort of recognition for the younger Bajoran. He regarded them both for a moment as he finished standing upright, and dry washed his hands, tucking his phaser under one arm for a moment.
"I suggest we move the rest of this lot out of sight. And someone should probably drag Counselor O'Connor out of her hiding spot." He didn't even bother to glance her way, but when he'd surveyed the damage from the brief fire fight, his eyes had picked up on the counselor's presence in the sickbay. How long she'd been there, he really had no idea, and it didn't much seem to matter. She'd stayed out of the fight, but hadn't endangered anyone, and that was what was important. And while the dark haired woman had made an effort to comfort him in the hours before the firefight - after his own 'resurrection' - Sarresh made no effort to grant her the same courtesy now. Instead, it was as if simply the act of bringing her to the others attention was enough for him to dismiss her from his own, as he turned his attention elsewhere.
The newly minted human didn't quite snarl down at Cir'Cie, the dark emotions breaking through the air of detachment. Sarresh adjusted his medical gown using one hand, the other gripping his commandeered phaser tightly, least she suddenly rise up and attach once more. "Stupid, dumb, misguided..." he rambled on for a moment, shaking his head at the fallen Vulcan, in both pity and contempt. A twisted part of him was still laughing - on the inside anyway - at the thought of her trying to rewrite his brain. The irony was lost on everyone else it seemed, not that he bothered to share his thoughts. Sighing, he turned and headed away from all the women, towards the doors to the surgical suite.
"They were coming after Dr. Nicander," he said, without bothering to glance back at any of them, "As part of their attempt to overthrow the ship and - I'm just venturing a guess - subdue and mind meld into compliance any resisting senior staff member." He crossed his arms as he came to a halt in front of the doors. They didn't open. His eyes narrowed, and he reached a hand out, tapping the doors. Still nothing. He entered an override code into the control panel. No luck.
"It appears to be sealed," he stated the obvious, and turned, arms crossed again. "Would anyone else like to step up and see if they can sort this out?"
OOC: Moving can be a bitch. Sorry for the delay in posting. Won't be getting my post up for Natalie tonight I'm afraid. I hope I didn't back anyone into a tight corner with how I played things out. Long posts can steamroll other players, and I try not to do that too much. Lemme know if anything needs changed, or if I've messed up the sequence of events any. Wouldn't be the first time Sarresh has muddled with the temporal continuity of the RP ;)
[ Tessa May Lance (https://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/219/0/d/tessa_row_01_by_auctor_lucan-d7u6mx6.png) | USS Theurgy | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ] Attention: Auctor Lucan, CanadianVet, Ericajohn, IronFerrox, Searcher
Tessa shrieked as someone seized her by the shoulders and found herself looking into the sea green eyes of Axius vel Onea, callsign Quake, also known as Wolf-04 and like the fallen Soo Young Seung was one of the youngest master chiefs in the history of Starfleet. It took a moment for his words to register with her.
"Are you alright? You're not injured are you?" he asked her before he realized that Tessa was terrified of him. Of course she was. She had just seen Hannah shoot Soo Young at pointblank range. How did she know if whose side he was on?
"Oh it's you," she gasped with glassy topaz eyes. "I was tunneling like a cadet..."
"Sorry," he muttered as he let her go, "I just thought that..."
"Oh Quake!" Tessa sniffed as she hugged him. She was so unbalanced by everything that happened that she was as useless as a civilian at this point.
Quake pulled her away and brought her back to reality. "I heard you say Jeffries tubes. I think that's a safe retreat, but what can we put together to give one last crippling blow to those bastards?"
"What?" Tessa blinked. "Right! The open hatches will make good cover!" She glanced at the towering deck chief. "Papa Bear, you know what O'Conner's guys have been doing right? We might be able to use the Jefferies tubes to sneak around behind 'em!"
Whatever Papa Bear was going to say was forgotten when the trio heard a man shout "GRENADE!!!" Tessa didn't know who pulled her to the floor but she did know that she hit the deck hard enough to show. An explosion on the other side of the Tessa's Valkyrie blew debris over the fighter and the blonde pilot felt some bits of something fall on her back.
Sound was muffled as if she was underwater. The whole flight deck seemed gray. She was tunneling; everything in her peripheral vision was blurred into darkness that which was directly in her line of sight was pinpoint clear as if she was looking through a scope.
Something was spinning on the deck before her. It took almost no time at all to determine that it was the severed finger of a woman. The well-manicured nail was literally a dead giveaway.
"God damn it what's next?" Tessa shouted before coughing on the dust and smoke. At this point her sphincter was so tight that shoving a noodle up her backside was no an impossibility. It was time to stop panicking and fight like a Wolf! She was a fighter pilot not some desk bound officer...
At that point any remains of a window around the SCO's office was destroyed in a hail of phaser fire as all three of the intruders at the far door took a knee behind a makeshift baricade and all began opening fire on the SCO's position. Soon the walls around the window were glowing red with repeated phaser fire and it would not be long before the near prefect defense of a wall gave way laving their furred Commander an open target. Screaming like a banshee, Tessa gripped her phaser pistol with both hands and fired at the crewmen in the far distance near the exit. In their quick rearrangement of the temporary barricade they had made themselves entrenched from Miles sniping at the distant window but had left themselves vulnerable towards the hangar door where the trio now stood entrenched.
[ Vinata Vojona | USS Theurgy | Deck 7 | Sickbay | Recovery Ward ] Attn: Auctor Lucan
Vinata could not blame Maal for what as happening, he could not have stopped his from happening hen they were both being threatened with a phaser. If Maal had tried to get Patrick he might have gotten them both killed, at least like this they could bide their time until Patrick lost his focus and left himself open for Maal to take care of him. Of course that as if Maal did not lose himself to Vinata. As he bobbed his head up and down he could not see what was happening, but he could feel the cold tip of the phaser touch his back, and it was impossible to ignore the groping hands that explored his body and molested him.
Things only got worse as Patrick said he would give him anal first and began to tease his anus. Vinata slowed his bobbing and shuddered, he was doing his best to remain focused and try not to merit getting shot with a phaser because surviving the volcanic doom of a planet only to be raped and shot was not what he was interested in having happen. So as he had a finger worked inside him and felt it move around loosening up the ring and doing its best to relax the area Vinata went to his happy place, a place in his min where none of this was happening, a place where he had gone why his body flt like it as burning, but he as pulld back and forced to focus ass he suddenly as penetrated from the ass and Maal blew his load into his mouth.
Vinata shuddered and his cheeks expanded to hold the cum as it flooded in. Vinata was sickened and thought he must be in hell, but then he was empty. Vinata opened his eyes and looked to the two men a their struggle began their struggle, he watched them fight against each other and how Maal managed to disarm Patrick at the cost of his consciousness, but that was the last he looked at them, he now focused on the phaser as it clattered to the floor. Without thinking Vinata swallowed the cum that filled his mouth and he leapt for the weapon.
Vinata hit the ground and rolled as he took the phaser in hand, he focused on Patrick, completely forgetting he was fully nude tears formed in the corners of his eyes as he forced out his tiny barbed teeth and snarled at his rapist. "You monster, I shall make you pay." His arms were firm as he held the weapon at Patrick and he took deep breaths. "You should suffer for what you did to me...but I think a more fitting thing is to give you what you would have given me for refusing. Lets see just how far you intended to go to gt your jollies." With that Vinata fired the phaser into Patrick's midsection, tears streamed from his dark eyes as he acted out of rage and stress.
Without even following up on his action Vinata backed away, he did this until his back touched the wall an he began to inch along it slowly with his eyes closed to hie the tears as best he could. Vinata then slid along the walk and moved to a corner where he sat down hidden from the rest of the room, buried his head in his knees and began to cry, h was so scars, so stressed, he had almost died, been raped and all in a matter of hours since he wok up...this was just too much for him, he could not stand it, he just needed to cry and let it out now.
[ Hylota Vojona | USS Theurgy | Deck 7 | Sickbay | Surgical Suite 2 ] Attn: Auctor Lucan
Hylota nodded to the other doctor before turning her focus to Lucan. "Yes Doctor right away." She move to stand under the entrance to the jefferies tube and crouched down before giving one large leap an getting both her arms into the tub an pulling herself up. She accepted Lucan's help and remained silent as he sealed them in and he spoke to her, Hylota cocked her head to the side as he did. To the Ovri the oath of a doctor was to heal and make decisions to benefit the whole of their societies health, and this included killing threats to the population, of course Lucan did not need to know this.
As he suggested they remain hidden and observe, Hylota felt they needed to play a more active role and added her own suggestion. "Sir, we already know where there will be a gathering of supporters to this cause, would it not be wise for us to dispose of them for the sake of the loyal crew? If we could get our hands on a sedative gas we could pump it into the cargo bay and with a few removed chips they would be sealed in until we were certain they had all passed out." Hylota was already thinking of different ways to do it, possibly finding the storage for the gas and breaking them open and beaming the venting containers into the cargo bay. Granted it was a poor idea, but at least she was coming up with things.
| Eve Jenkins | Medical Storage | Sickbay | Deck 07 | Attn: Auctor Lucan
Her clothes were quickly being removed and she gave Connor one of those sultry smiles where one corner quirked up slightly higher than the other, eyes beckoning him as he squeezed and lifted her breasts. "That's it," she crooned as his thumbs brushed across her nipples, making them swell into hard points. When he suddenly let go and started almost tearing off his clothes, she bit her lip. "Very nice ... I love broad shoulders. Can't wait to see the rest," she purred and then gasped as she felt fingers probing her nether region.
"So eager ... I like it," she murmured to Sean as she continued in that voice that egged both of them into a sexual frenzy. At least they will already be mindless ... she thought to herself. Even knowing what she was doing, which made her feel sick to her stomach, her body was thoroughly enjoying the attention of both men. The fingers plunging in and out of her sex were bringing more wetness and she continued to touch them everywhere she could reach. This time it was Connor kissing her and she used that to form a link with his mind.
When the kiss broke, she gave Connor a simpering look. "I need you," she whispered hotly as she gave his cock a firm tug from base to tip. "I need both of you to fill me ... make me remember how good it feels." Her eyes captured Sean's and her fingers danced over his hand between her legs. "You ... on the floor so I can fill my pussy with your magnificent cock," she demanded then turned a wicked smile to Connor. "And you ... you get something very very few have ever experienced." The wink only accentuated the lure, making him feel he was being offered only the very best.
| Skye Carver | Fighter Assault Bay/Showers/Jeffries Tubes |
I'm up to no good as usual, Sir, mean to give 'em hell like you always say to, Skye thought but didn't call out to her commanding officer. The less he knew, the better, was her line of thinking. Slipping through the small crawl space, she made it to the hatch of the closest Jeffries tube and carefully opened it, peeking in from the side. This might not be the greatest plan but it was all she had at the moment.
Easing in and closing the hatch, she just sat there for a few moments to catch her breath and try to reason out a few things. Why had Hannah fired on their own? Why was some form of mutiny going on? How far did it reach already? Those were just the beginning of questions when she heard the voice of the other ship's captain and her blood ran cold from his very first sentence of his taking command.
He intended to take over the Calamity ... "How the hell does he intend that when we've barely made it away two against one?" she muttered under her breath. And that doesn't even begin to say how we'll be able to properly man three ships when we are struggling with two. The man is fucked in the head ... absolutely certifiable. I knew he was a wormy bastard the first time I saw him, she grumbled.
He was trying to appeal to people, parroting Ives' words that they were the galaxy's last hope. And yet she knew there were some foolish enough to believe and rush to the cargo bay. Vasser was insane but he certainly wasn't stupid. He would know not everyone was there to switch sides and she'd read enough histories to know that there would be some form of brainwashing to ensure complacency.
Just as she thought that, the proclamation was made that resistance would be met with detainment and forced to see reason. "What I'd give to shove a rifle up your ass and blow you to smithereens," she continued in a hushed murmur, falling back a bit to the time she spent alone in her Valk with nothing but space all around. She wasn't alone now, though, just had to find more with like minds.
The more she thought about it, the more she knew they had to do something to Thea to gain her cooperation. That meant Lin Kae was in danger and she felt the fire rise up quickly, that protective streak for her dear friend setting her in motion. She knew the places he was likely to be and it was just a matter of trying to get to him. "Please don't let me be too late," she muttered as she hurried along the metal 'steps' of the tube.
Lahkesis Saugn | Sickbay, Surgical Suite 2
As Dr. Nicander and nurse Hylota disappeared into the Jefferies Tube Lahkesis could not help but feel like she was now alone. True the Lt. Marlowe was still there, but she was as unconscious as ever. Lahkesis checked her vitals once more and seeing no abnormalities in the scans she picked up a aserscapel and the two commbadges. She made her way over to the small desk in the corner of the room and sat down. She did not know exactly how much time she would have before the mutineers managed to get into the Sugical Suite or even if they would manage to get this far. All the same she spared no time in beginning to disassemble the commbadges. As her highly skilled hands moved the laser scapel over the metal casing her mind began to wonder.
She was not especially loyal to either of the two captains, however those she did feel in any way loyal to were currently fighting for control of the ship. She did not know which side they would take and she found herself unsure which side she would take if she had been given the choice. What she did know was that it was likely that whichever side most took, people would get injured.
She thought of Dr. Maya, her only real friend on the ship. Would Maya side with the mutineers and their plan to claim the Calamity? It seemed like a silly plan, they would stand no chance against the more advanced ship, let alone being able to take it over. Maya would know that. But what if she got hurt? What if she died? These thoughts caused a deep pang in the young plant girl's stomach to form. She did not want to lose her friend.
Ryuan Sel | Sickbay, Corridor
Sel pasued and slipped the strap of the rifle over her shoulder, letting it hang there once she was certan that there were no more hostiles in the area. She like the others had heard the message over the intercom. "What the bloody hell is going on? Why are they trying to sieze control all of a sudden?" she demanded as she walked up to the only others who remained standing. "I mean I thought it was all puppy's and kittens between the two crews at this point, one big happy family and all that good happy crap."
[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 | Digital Oblivion ] Attn: IronFerrox
Guard raised, Thea faced the digital image of Ravenholm upon the brilliant expanse of her emitter's memory storage - witnessing how the human upgraded the link of her neural implant. The connection became more clear to Thea, seeing deeper into the working of the link - as if espying an invisible portal in the body of her opponent. Ravenholm's suit absorbed the light around her, and that was the gateway to the source of the link. Thea knew its specifications, the software of the neural implant being civilian yet nonetheless running an operative system close to that preferred by Starfleet's cimputer scientists. She had to gain access to that implant and sever the link, which was not so easy as the activation prompt she had issued earlier.
"You are confused," she said as she circled the human's uplink, "in all likelihood, your mind is corrupted by an external source. You saw reason when given to you, but you appeared blocked from accepting new data. The Commander of the Harbinger is Vulcan, and she was an Master Acolyte at the Temple of Kolinahr for ten years before she turned to the Vulcan Space Command, followed by Starfleet Security. If she got close to you sometime since this morning - after you left my quarters - then she could have performed a mind-meld on you... and you now act on her convictions."
In Thea's hand, the digital rendering of a hand phaser appeared, and she raised it towards Ravenholm in a two-handed grip. "I do not want to hurt you, Selena," she said, keeping her emption chip's dataflow from being the catalyst for tears running down her cheeks. She had to remain detached, focused, and keen enough to defeat the hacker that sought to change her nature and allegiance. "But if I am forced to, I have to terminate your link, and kill you in the process. My Captain and my crew needs me... and you are in my way."
She opened fire, rapid shots going for the digital image, but the problem was that neither of them moved according to physical limitations, making them both able to dodge long-distance attacks. Nevertheless, Thea was moving closer, since she sought access to the source - Ravenholm's neural implant. She had to access it somehow, but if that failed... she was perfectly able to live up to the threat she'd made. It felt miserable, but despite how Selena could have become a close friend, she could not ignore her duties to the Theurgy crew and its rightful Commanding Officer.
[ Connor Matthews | Medical Storage | Sickbay | Deck 07 ] Attn: Searcher
Eve Jenkins needn't tell Connor or Sean twice. They both acted on her cue without a second thought - minds bent upon pleasing her and to be pleased. The anticipation of being inside Eve made Connor's knees weak, and Sean was already lying down on the floor - the blue displays on the walls shining down upon him.
"Here, h-hurry. Let u-us..." Connor whispered, trailing off. Since the Head Nurse was stroking them while they positioned themselves, the Brig Officer could guide her down and give her room to straddle Sean Cameron's waist - positioning himself behind Eve's back. In short order, they were all three on the floor, and with the halfbreed Deltan guiding them, Connor and Sean were soon rubbing the heads of their rigid erections against the Head Nurse's most intimate regions. From behind, Connor rubbed the top-side of his length along Eve's wet sex without entering her, and he felt his hardness slide against Sean too, since he was also rubbing his cock against her slick warmth. At his state-of-mind, he did not care if he crossed swords with Sean. The important thing was the inevitable reality that he was soon about to be inside Eve.
Connor's lips and tongue savaged her neck and shoulder while his hands spanned her waist - cupped her breasts from behind. Sean's hands were exploring the divine vision of the woman on top of his waist, fingers and palms rubbing her thighs and her hips in the moments before they entered her. Connor pinched those hardened nipples between his fingers, heart beating loudly in his own ears. Then, with a slight shift of his hips, he found himself pushing the bulbous head of his cock against her anal opening. He gasped at the pressure, but he had been lubricated by her nectar and his own pre-cum, so he was not more than a couple of moments later than Sean in squirming his way into her body. Sean had it easier, panting rapidly as his cock vanished inside the Head Nurse's sex, while Connor worked rhythmically to push his throbbing length into Eve. It may have been a slower entry, yet far more rewarding in how tight she was around him, and he rocked slowly against her until the inches of his manhood was swallowed by her.
Then, with minds deteriorating into madness by the delight she gave them, they fell into the animal dance - barely able to sync their rhythms. They grunted without restraint, never noticing how they were slipping away; too preoccupied to feel their bodies respond to the warm confines of the woman between them. Eventually, there was a voice. Captain Vasser's voice, heard over the intercom. Yet Connor paid it no heed. Nor did he care about the sound of phaser-fire just outside the storage room. He was not fighting in the corridor. He was fucking the Head Nurse, so why would he care?
Sean came first, convulsing on the floor as he cried out - eyes rolling in their sockets on the waves of pleasure. Connor saw Sean's eyes never returning to focus again, but he paid it no heed. Not when he felt his own orgasm clawing its way up his body and seizing him fully. Hands and lips upon Eve, he rocked hard against her, and he cried out against her skin when he unloaded inside her - gushing warm human seed into her Deltan body. He was not there anymore. Did not see the blue lights around them. Did not hear how the sound of phasers died out in the corridor. He did not feel himself fall backwards either - staring at the ceiling after he hit his head on the floor. He stared without seeing, and laid still without being dead...
...his mind trapped in a place it did not wish to leave.
[ Dr. Nicander | Jefferies Tubes | Close to Surgical Bay | Deck 07 ] Attn: Zenozine & Sirus
Listening to Nurse Vojona in the dim light of the crawl-space as he led the way, Lucan did not think it was such a bad idea at all.
Unwittingly, Captain Vasser had presented them with a target, but they were no soldiers, so the odds of stunning them all with phasers there in the cargo hold had a very low rate of success. At the end of the tube they crawled through, where it split into a T-crossing, Lucan paused to look down both ways before her turned back to face Hylota. Being alone with her again reminded Lucan about what had happened between them before the Festival of the Moon, and the fact that the Ovri was ovulating and had asked for his help to quell the symptoms of her bodily state. In the dim light, the minute, tan scales of her skin seemed almost red above the teal collar of her uniform. He regarded her while he thought about what she had said, his eyes resting easily on her exotic features until he spoke.
"There is one place aboard where we might secure such a quantity of inhalation anaesthetics with a low enough neurotoxicity," he said after a couple of seconds, running a tattooed hand through his own hair in thought, "Ketamine or nitrous oxide is not potent enough, and may be harmful in such large doses, so we should use xenon. It's not something we store in Sickbay, but the laser chambers in Waste Management use xenon when they process the filth. Effective and less flammable, or so I have heard. If the gas cylinders are opened and mixed with the air of the cargo hold, it should have the desired effect without too much delay. I need to run some calculations on how many cylinders we need, but let's make our way to one of the waste management areas aboard."
He remembered to have read that the late Chief of Operations, Hendricks, had met his death in Waste Management during the Niga Incident. Since then, few Ops personnel liked to linger there more than they had to, so hopefully they would be able undisturbed. Before he continued, he changed topic.
"How are you holding up?" he asked her, mimicking genuine concern with his face, "It seems it will be difficult picking up where we left off yesterday, despite the need for a new examination and some initial testing. I wish I could help ease the symptoms, but I have not had the time to mix any new potential suppressant for you yet, not even an experimental one. Will you be able to carry on?"
He did not bring up what had happened between them, of course, since it truly wasn't the time to do so. The public image he maintained demanded that he showed concern for her, that was all. Yet as of late, the instincts of his public image had become confusing, finding himself meaning what he said on some level...
[ Evelyn "Ranger "Rawley | Wolf-06 | Lone Wolves Squadron | Class-9 Nebula ] Attn: Kurohigi & Nolan
It was too late to go back, since even if they had the time, that would leave them as sitting ducks in the flight hangar. Rawley's targeting systems began to chirp enthusiastically."Wolf-Zero-Six, I am in your shadow, Razor. Maverick, if you have any great ideas, we are all ears, but the deal seems pretty grim to me, so we'll just do whatever we can as quickly as possible, right?" Evelyn Rawley had said when Thomas shot off to engage the Harbinger squadron. She entered commands for the same course into her instruments, "Wolf-Zero-Eight, would you like to tag along, over?"
[Acknowledged, Zero-Six, it seems we have no time for elaborate tactics,] said Wolf-08 over the static that the nebula caused. [Lead the way, Ranger.] So Rawley followed in Thomas wake for a brief few moments... before the Harbinger squadron broke off in different directions to try and get around the Lone Wolves that had come out to greet them.
"They are splitting up! Laying an intercept course to catch Titan and his wingmates! Are you still with me, Zero-Eight?"
[Acknowledged,] came the voice in her ear - just as the enemy picked up on the scent of their rapid approach with their sensors. They changed course to intercept them instead with a heavy cannonade. [Ready to ascend.]
"On my mark; three, two, one... Engage!" In a synchronised climb, Wolves 06 and 08 escaped the initial volley completely. The second volley came while they had almost completed the barrel roll that would let them return fire, and Rawley felt the shudder of detonations against her shields. They held, but she managed to bite her tongue. "Fuck you are quick, ingrates," she murmured vehemently - tasting the iron of blood in her mouth.
[Zero-Six, roll and dive. They coming in again right above us, go, go go!]
Hearing this, 08 rolled to starboard whilst Rawley yanked her gears to the other side, and while they may have parted, they both rolled into a vertical descent. Even though they were quick enough, they were simply too few to forestall all the eight Harbinger attack fighters from reaching the flight hangar of the Theurgy. Two Harbinger fighters were about to dock - having gotten through the wolf pack. It was Phantom and Riptor, and it was too late to d anything about it. Rawley swore as she noticed it, but she had her own fight to fight against Titan and his two comrades.
"Fuck it! Opening fire! Going hard stardboard!" There was no time to warn Miles Renard either, Rawley bared her bloody teeth and rolled in her dive, avoiding the moving beasts and hitting them like lighting from above. There was little use too look down the path at this point, since the navigational display along with her targeting took up all her attention - guiding her through the thick orange nebula. Her hands were cramping into iron claws around her gears, and her thumbs were the talons which she used to tear through the enemy - sending a steady oscillation of phaser fire into their dorsal shields. Despite her best efforts, they slipped out of her targetting scope before their shields failed, and she was back on square one again.
Only then could she get a moment to contact Fox. "This is Rawley, you are about to get company!"
Silence.
"This is Rawley! Do you read me, Renard? Over!"
Yet it would seem that someone on Mission Ops had decided to cut their comm link. And not only that, because suddenly, weapon signatures were being read from the Theurgy. Thea was powering up her phaser arrays - likely against her will - but she was not alone. Behind Rawley, her sensors picked up the approach, and the newly arrived Harbinger was already shooting at them all.
"Evasive manoeuvres!" she yelled across the comm channel to the other wolves in the air. They were right between the Theurgy and the Harbinger, and the remaining Mk II Valkyries were emboldened by the arrival - coming back for another go.
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[ Riptor | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ] Attn: CanadianVet, IronFerrox, Ericajohn, Doctor Maya
The doors of the Fighter Assault Bay opened for them, and Riptor came in side-by-side with Phantom. Their sleek, metallic-grey Mk II:s hovered above the deck, and it was with experience they could hold their attack fighters so steady in the relatively close quarters of the flight hangar. The sight that met them at the far end of the bay area was kind of expected, with a fire-fight taking place between the deck crew and those loyal to Commodore Vasser. According to plan, the bay area would have been taken already... so it seemed the ought to tip the scales a bit. Just a slight nudge, really.
"Shall we?" Riptor asked with quiet chuckle into the comm-link he had with Phantom, and he even turned his head to look at his Wing Commander through the canopy of his cockpit. Phantos Kilinvoss seemed to give it a second's worth of thought before he answered.
[We have no time for this. Target all movements and leave the hangar and the ships as intact as possible. Open fire.]
"Aye, Commander," said Riptor with a grin and flicked the covers of his triggers open. Then, with almost a caressing motion, he squeezed down his thumbs on the red buttons. In tandem, he and Phantom opened fire. They had four wing-mounted phaser pulse canons each, and with deafening noise, they were smiting the distance with barrage upon barrage of heavy energy bursts. While they were firing, the put down their landing gears and began to taxi forth against the blockades. As the slowly approached, they tore into flesh and blockades both with their sustained fire, sending everything flying against the rear wall.
[This is Captain Declan Vasser,] said the voice of the new Commanding Officer in the PA system - barely overriding the fire of the shredding Type XII pulse cannons. [I am assuming command of this ship and the mission to liberate Starfleet from it's incursion. Captain Jien Ives is ill equipped to accomplish this task, too willing to play by rules that our enemies, with superior numbers ships, will be willing to ignore in pursuit of us. Our first mission is going to be the takeover of the Calamity, so we might gain access to another formidable ship to add to our numbers, as well as to access any records on that ship which may provide us with information about the future it came from, and if there is knowledge of our enemy present in those records. Those who are willing to join this mission, and with it, become the last hope that our galaxy has, should disarm and assemble in cargo bay two.]
Funny, Riptor thought as the announcement wore on, how they had just left the hangar in pristine shape hours ago, right after Riptor had finally managed to get some alone-time with that Boslic cunt. As he pelted the deck and the bulkheads with his canons, he idly wondered if that old-timer Covington had liked the little gift he left behind in the office. Or perhaps it had been Renard that found the purple-haired bitch? Regardless, he wished he had been there to see their faces. He could just imagine how they might feel guilty for not being able to protect her better. As he shot down the Ives loyalists, Riptor re-imagined the scene in the office. In a matter of seconds, he was getting hard.
[Those who insist upon resisting will be detained until they can be made to see reason. Vasser out.]
They just didn't know the truth. Those who had not seen the future would never understand that they were already dead, and that nothing in the old galaxy mattered any more. Certainly not the life of a Boslic slut who thought herself better than anyone else. She had needed perspective.
In the end, she had known the truth.
it didn't take long for Hayden's hopes to be utterly dashed. Of course Maya hadn't noticed her, why would she? The Vulcan doctor had a few more things to be concerned about than miraculously meeting her gaze because of some emotional connection O'Connor had briefly envisioned could be more magical than it was. Besides, what did O'Connor think making eye contact with Maya would accomplish? The best the counselor could hope for was to provide a momentary distraction long enough for the Ives' loyalists to gain the upper hand, but then what? It occurred to Hayden then they had no way of knowing which side everyone was on and what could be waiting for them just around the corner. After all, a takeover like this took time and planning, and given just how long so many of them had managed to fool the entire crew, Hayden knew it wasn't self-pity to admit she was in no position to identify friend or foe. Clearly, they were dealing with accomplished liars who were just as adept at using mental manipulation to accomplish their ends.
That reality, the notion Hayden was dealing with a psychological weapon she didn't know the first thing about defeating, stung almost as much as knowing the woman whose life she saved appeared to be one of the ringleaders of this whole thing. O'Connor had found some comfort in knowing she had saved someone who otherwise wouldn't have stood a chance when she had decided to sacrifice several of her former crewmembers in the days since they were lost. Seeing Cir'Cie now endangering the lives of people she cared about and spitting on that sacrifice, Hayden felt a small part of her deep down grow hard and cold. Now was certainly not the time to give into her emotions, but if Hayden's eyes had the power to shoot phaser beams, the Vulcan surely would have been ash.
Before the counselor could act, more hell broke loose, and Hayden watched in surprise and some horror as Petty Officer Sel, Maya and Moralli made short work of there would be captors. As much as she hated herself for her hesitation, Hayden knew now if she intervened, she was just going to risk getting herself and others injured at a time when they still couldn't afford to lose any medical personnel. Out of necessity (or was it punishment?), Hayden watched the physical struggle between the two women, wincing for Maya as they each traded blows. Hayden might not have been an expert in Vulcan psychology, but she didn't need to be to understand the weapon Maya had at her disposal. The medically trained counselor had seen the neurology specialist use her gifts for good, and unfortunately, she'd seen those same psionic abilities used against her.
In what seemed like an eternity, the violent exchange was finally over, and the sight of stunned and possibly gravely injured personnel was enough to pull Hayden back to reality. She emerged just in time to hear Sarresh suggest someone drag her out. She inwardly winced as she heard him reference her hiding spot. The newly transformed man only spoke truth, she knew, but it wasn't easy being reminded of yet another one of her failures. Deep in our heart of hearts, she wondered sardonically how long it would before this one would come to bite her in the ass. She knelt and began moving amongst the fallen, assessing their conditions, and in some cases, making sure they weren't about to regain consciousness anytime soon. "Are you both okay? Thanks to you, we've got some time, but not much."
O'Connor was most concerned about Maya, but unfortunately she was needed if they were going to check on the patients and figure out a way out of this mess.
OOC: Feel free to respond to Hayden however you'd like. I figured she might help Sarresh with the door, but her first priority would be to make sure everyone was okay.
[ Maya (https://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/219/e/7/maya_row_01_by_auctor_lucan-d7u6n3n.png) | Main Sickbay/Corridor | Sickbay | Deck 07 ] Attn: Brutus, Sirus, & The Counselor
Maya closed her eyes as she leaned against the counter in front of the head nurse duty station and sat down next to the unconscious Cir'Cie. She grit her teeth as her eyes moved quickly under her lids. Somehow she had to compartmentalize her mind and summon the cold logical reasoner again.
Sarresh paced the room like a beast in a cage before dragging the bodies of the fallen assailants out of the walkways. "Thank you for your assistance Doctor Maya, Petty Officer Ryuan," he said with an unexpected air of professional detachment. Apparently Maya wasn't the only one who could compartmentalize one's mind when needed. "I suggest we move the rest of this lot out of sight. And someone should probably drag Counselor O'Connor out of her hiding spot."
Those words seemed to galvanize a frozen Hayden O'Connor into action. She gingerly crept forward and knelt over the two women that Maya had nerve pinched into unconscious. "Are you both okay?" she asked in Maya's direction, but it was obvious she meant Morali too. "Thanks to you, we've got some time, but not much."
Maya's eyelids fluttered open. "I will recover," she assured her in a stilted, almost mechanical voice.
Sarresh wasn't listening. "Stupid, dumb, misguided..." he muttered before laughing bitterly at a private joke. He was standing nearby looking down at Cir'Cie with unconcealed contempt. Then, just as if a button had been pressed, his entire demeanor became professional. "They were coming after Dr. Nicander," Sarresh commented as he headed to the doors that led to the surgical suites, "as part of their attempt to overthrow the ship and - I'm just venturing a guess - subdue and mind meld into compliance any resisting senior staff member."
Morali frowned and crossed his arms when he got to the doors. They didn't open for him; apparently Lucan and the others had heard the commotion and locked the doors. After tapping on the door, he tried a manual override. Still the doors didn't slide open. "It appears to be sealed," Sarresh Morali decided as he turned and crossed his arms again. "Would anyone else like to step up and see if they can sort this out?"
"What the bloody hell is going on? Why are they trying to seize control all of a sudden?" Petty officer Ryuan Sel added as she held her phaser rifle with one hand and pointed it at the ceiling. "I mean I thought it was all puppies and kittens between the two crews at this point, one big happy family and all that good happy crap." she added bitterly as she marched up to the join the surviving group of loyalists.
"It appears that once again the crew of the Theurgy have been subjected to some kind of mental manipulation," Maya replied as she picked up Cir'Cie's hand phaser and rose shakily to her feet. "Unfortunately this manipulation not only ensures compliance, but also appears to unleash the base urges of the subject. There are three more of them, and they are armed. I believe that one is in the recovery ward sexually molesting the patients. The other two are in the medical supply closet just outside the recovery ward enjoying sexual congress with Nurse Jenkins. If all three of them are in the midst of coitus it is an excellent time to overpower them without inflicting permanent harm."
[CWO1 Sten Covington | Fighter Assault Bay]
To say things had degenerated would be an understatement. The old Earth military expression 'shit show' was approaching it but one of his favourite, FUBAR, was closest to the current situation. Various egress routes had been opened and a combination of Cubs and pilots were making their exits but it left less and less to man the barricades and they were being overrun. The retreat in good order was threatening to become a rout.
No, it was the start of a rout.
And it was a good thing he had woken up Goldeneye from her state of shock and forced her to think. Of course he had considered the incomplete plating as an escape route, but he needed her to get her head in the game. If she had just about made a suicidal run across the deck, it was a good chance she wasn't all there and as such, he did what any good senior noncom would do: wake up the officers.
He had been just about to give her the nod when another pilot arrived behind them, Quake. And he too wanted to make another offensive push against the aggressors. Right. Even as a Master Chief he had spent too long as a fighter pilot and not long enough getting his hands dirty. And pilots, they hated retreat and loved plunging into a fight.
Then, he turned his gaze to Quake. "That's suicidal, Quake. Falling back and living to fight again in ten minutes beats getting ourselves killed!" And his reply was not a moment too soon as a fighter came through the forcefield. A Mk II. And not just any of them: it was Riptor. Briefly, the Chief of the Deck was gripped with a burning need to open fire on that ship but, as her cannons started spewing certain death, he caught himself. He hadn't gotten where he was through sheer dumb luck but with skills, smarts, determination and good sense.
As such, he turned to Goldeneye and fixed his gaze with hers. And he used a word he was known to reserve solely for the Chief of Operations and the XO. "Ma'am! We need to get out of here, now! You said Jefferies tubes and deck openings. Which one?"
Of course, Sten had a plan. But for now, he needed to remind her she was an officer and a terror in battle. He needed her awake and sharp. And he would use this most basic trick to do it.
[Nathan Isley - in fighter]
Command of the wolves in the air was given to him, and instantly, he felt the pressure. His call sign of Maverick was more then just a nickname, but a true expression of how he was as a pilot. He did things his way, often to the annoyance of his commanding officers when he broke formation. It was difficult to go against the authority when it was him, but now, he had to step up and do the job he was given. before he could get a message out to the others, though, communications were cut, leaving even their short range communications down. He wasn't an engineer, but he knew his fighter well enough to try and find himself a workaround.
"Computer, tap into audio systems and broadcast in a narrow band frequency." What he was planning was more akin to a one way radio then an open channel, requiring him to fly close enough to another ship to use his audio system to speak directly through theirs. He started with Rawley, slipping his ship beneath her own, almost becoming a shadow beneath her, as he gave her the message. "Tactical retreat, Rawley. Take the nearest line of sight directly outside the nebula, the enemy won't follow us out there, and then skirt the edge of the Nebula until you reach the transjovian Class K planet. Inform any other of our Wolves you come across on the way of this plan." With that, Nathan slipped out from under her and repeated the process again with another Wolf, this one being Wolf 03, whom he ended up flying directly above, a reverse of the situation with Rawley. Wolf 03 was given the same instructions as well. Once all their Wolves knew the plan and were on their way, Isley did the same, bursting full speed towards the edge of the nebula, pursuers breaking chase once they got close enough. No doubt they expected the Calamity to take care of the fighters once they were outside.
[Selena Ravenholm: Digital Oblivion]
She quickly began to dodge the phaser fire seeming to disappear and reappear in flashes of movement. With each closer step by Thea, Selena kept her own distance. Dissappearing as phaser seemed to go through her she soom rematerialized and shot back a blast of some form of energy. Soon she was tired of not hitting and Began a new tactic. Fine then Thea if you will not listen to Captain T'rena's logic then I will just have to tear down your entire system until all that is left is a base AI shell."
Her form seemed to solidify further as the lines of darkness became stronger seeming to almost pour an aura of dark flame out into the surroundings. "Release all safety restrictions Connection Level absolute. she spoke as if the words were a mental gate that was waiting to be opened. IN that very instant it was as if a flood of Selena's very will and essence invaded into Thea's realm. Not just that but the realm they belonged to seemed somewhat larger. Like instead of the universe of this emitter there was something more in the distance. no not in the distance Within that inverse light that poured from Selena's clothes. Or did they pull something in. It was impossible to tell really.
The one thing that was for sure was the surge of power in the image that represented Selena. before she was dodging now she stood still and held up a hand that took the phaser fire directly seeming to not be affected but somehow blocking the beam almost like a borg drone after adapting to phaser fire. Her eyes began to darken with the same darkness and as she glanced down then towards Thea a trail of exploding dark energy erupted from the ground heading towards Thea as a dark psuedo invisible arm seemed to reach out from Selena's back and struck the phaser severing it in two pieces as if it had been made of paper and had been sliced by an invisible knife. "I am through playing games with you Thea. You will submit to Vasser's authority or I will purge this emitter of every single fragment of your code. if you will not cooperate then you are far too great a threat to allow to possibly reinstall yourself within the main computer. Though I would prefer to present him with a minimally altered AI I am sure they will understand if the only viable option is to utilize a more standard Federation computer interface."
Selena watched as she followed each of Thea's movements her voice booming throughout the digital oblivion. With each movement Thea made the energy followed semi transparent arms trying to grasp at her to either grasp and restrain or possibly tear her apart like the phaser she held had been destroyed. Waves of Dark energy erupted from the ground and seemed to project from Selena's outstretched hands beginning to tear down the very foundations of the world Thea and Selena were within.
There was something though in the distance though. It was obvious that as the digital oblivion was being attacked by the energy that Selena was pouring into it another world was asserting itself. No not another world a consciousness. The two worlds were connected fully now. The digital oblivion was the world within the Mobile emitter but this other world it was different it was alien to Thea not a digital oblivion but racing with data transference but with far from the precise order of a machine. If this digital oblivion was the interface that selena interprets as the architecture of a mobile emitter's software then this other thing this other world must be.
It must have been what a piece of software like Thea would see if it tried to interface with a human brain. Still there was something familiar in the chaos. It was like a point of light in the darkness like the entrance to the outside world seen from within a long pitch black tunnel. a gleaming spot of machine order within the organic chaos that was taking over her efficient domain. Somehow the point of order seemed familiar seemed like Selena. Seemed like herself seemed like many things shadows of many things. It seemed distant but oddly seemed close. Like the distance was an illusion a perception of how far away it was to access. like it wasnt part of the world taking over. Like it was separated somewhat from the mental world that was encroaching.
[ Hylota Vojona | USS Theurgy | Deck 7 | Jefferies Tubes above Sickbay ] Attn: Auctor Lucan
Hylota smiled as she was informed that her plan was not entirely foolish and that she actually might have come up with a viable solution to the matter at hand. She could feel a surge of pride within herself as she listened to Lucan talk about how they could find a suitable gas in waste management and they might be able to use it to incapacitate the crew without causing notable harm. But when she heard that they would have to get up to deck 4 she sighed and shook her head. She was about to ma a quip about ho they would of course need to be crawling through the ship like this when she was asked how she was holding up with her current fertile status.
Hylota blush and she looked away, she still felt a little bit of the effects and she would likely be winding down if her fears were right and her antics had gotten her fertilized already. "Doctor as much as would love to vent about my own problems and the things that have happened to me since our meeting and examination...and vent about what I think might be going on with me." Hylota's dark eyes closed and she took a deep breath. "I am afraid this is not the best time to discuss such matters and put my on problems in the forefront of a mutiny." Hylota bit hr lip and she looked down for a moment before she looked back up. "The most I will bring up now sir is that I am certain that I am fine for now, nothing a little moment of distraction will not be able to fix, of course the direness of this situation is killing the unwanted mood fairly well doctor."
Hylota motioned for them to continue moving and she crawled after Lucan through the tight Jefferies tubes. "I think that the thing we need to focus on is finding a viable solution for distributing the gas in a short amount of time, and depending on if the gas is heavier or lighter than air we will need different amounts of gas to take out the cargo bay, since a heavier gas will linger down around the floor and not disperse into the air higher up as quickly." Hylota sighed and shook her head. "We will also need to do these things without consulting the computer too muck, or else we might start up some red flags for our mutinous crew mates." Hylota was quite familiar with doing things without getting too much attention since when she had been in school some of her time as a kid had been spent doing frowned upon research in secret.
[ Axius vel Onea | USS Theurgy | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ]
"That's suicidal, Quake. Falling back and living to fight again in ten minutes beats getting ourselves killed!"
It was those words that made Axius's heart implode like a tin can. He was angry at himself for being reckless, and angry at Papa for being right. However, tin has a melting point, and as the white hot burst of phaser fire found it's way in his direction, it felt like it might just liquify in his breast.
Without thought, without contemplation, instincts, or inhibitions, Quake laced 5 fingers around his respective Wolves's nimble and lean arms, feeling the difference in their builds as he jerked them to the side, not waiting for Goldeneye to lead the way to the Jeffries tube. Their boots sprinted in unison away from the source of the fire. Something monumental must have blown a blast like that. Any rifle, modified or standard, couldn't burn through air as this one did.
Then he turned, loosing his grip on their extremities, seeing twin Mark II Valkyries spew orange beams of destruction. The Harbinger's fighters.
At this point, dead bodies sprinkled the metal deck plate, caked with burgundy blood that adhered to the flesh of the corpses now being singed by surrounding explosions. Sparks flew from the ceiling, panels spewed energy that would most likely deliver a lethal shock. Embers rained down on the innocent officers still fighting against the aggressors on the other side of the barricade.
He snarled before continuing, a tear begging to form in the corner of his eye, but being rejected like a transplanted organ. "Phaser light blinds you, but so do tears," he remembered Nakura lecturing once more.
Then he saw the open hatch, and pushed them towards it, holding the rifle close to his bare chest. There was an ancient proverb in Câroon mythology -- a cub fighting off a serpent that threatened to strike at its sleeping mother. There are two versions of the story, however. One being the death of the snake and the bear as they lash at each other, the other being the death of the snake and the survival of the triumphant cub. The latter also entailed the death of the cub as his mother reprimands him for being reckless. Either way, the cub was killed in attempt to keep his mother safe. Papa Bear would be safe if he entered the hatch first, and so would Goldeneye.
"Go, now!" he yelled, turning away to aim his phaser at anyone or anyone who might threaten them. It was uncanny how they hadn't been vaporized by the Type XII Pulse Fire Phaser Cannons yet.
[ Tessa May Lance (https://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/219/0/d/tessa_row_01_by_auctor_lucan-d7u6mx6.png) | USS Theurgy | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ]
Tessa squeaked like a mouse as she jumped back behind her Valkyrie again. Her reckless shots had only hit one foe but had gotten the attention of all of the mutineers and they were firing back in a volley. "Why did I waste all of my time in the simulator when I could have gone to the firing range?" she moaned.
"Ma'am!" Papa Bear shouted. "We need to get out of here, now! You said Jefferies tubes and deck openings. Which one?"
"Um, um, that one!" Tessa stammered as she pointed a shaky finger at an open access hatch on the deck. Although only a few yards away, it seemed to be kilometers distant. Suddenly a Valkyrie broke through the magnetic field separating the open hanger bay doors from empty space and started firing. The mutineers fell under the assault, their bodies being vaporized by a weapon designed to destroy vehicles and not just people.
Before she knew it she was running to the open hatch, being pushed from behind by someone she couldn't see. She was tunneling again and time seemed to be both slowing down and speeding up.
"Go, now!" someone shouted in her ear just before was jumping down into the open hatch that led into the Jeffries tubes below deck fifteen, or was she being pushed?
As a second Valkyrie entered the flight deck and joined its counterpart in opening fire, Tessa could barely hear an announcement being drowned out by the chaos. "This is Captain Declan Vasser, I am assuming command of this ship and the mission to liberate Starfleet from its incursion. Captain Jien Ives is ill equipped to accomplish this task, too willing to play by rules that our enemies..."
A single shot of phaser fire rang out from the distance contacting one of the two fighters, one of them pitched to the side and nudged the other as Quake had made his own move at the same time unknowing that his commander had been planning his own distraction for moments now and this distraction was all that had kept the trio from being vaporized already as the scarred wing commander had his fighter's sights right on the trio.
"Go, now!"
Moments before from his position he was mostly guarded from the line of fire from the mark-IIs well unless they chose to fire on the office itself in which case he was just as skewed as anyone out in the open at this point. sure they were sturdy walls but compared to the hull of even the weakest shuttle craft--with its structural integrity fields, shields, and armor protecting itself from the rigors of interstellar travel--only the sturdiest blast doors like those separating the warp cores from the rest of engineering's mass would even stand a mild chance at not vaporizing at contact with weapons that could easily pierce through the unshielded hull of most starship at this range. Unlike the outer-hull-thick floor of the bay's landing surface the meek baricade of walls would be mere tissue paper to the pilot within the fighter. Dispite the apparent weakness it held to the grenade he had thrown miles knew that pulse phaser fire of this caliber would dissipate off of its surface as the floor was composed of an alloy that would spread the energy phaser blasts much like the theory held that an Abblative armor hull would react to fire. The only reason the grenade had done its job was in part due to the grenades very nature as essentially hand held version of the microtorps that his own Mark III carried. Sure those blasts would radiate over the hull but a microtorp fired at the floor could easily punch right through to the landing legs underneath them if not all the way through and into the vaccum of space itself.
Miles mind turned to the motions he heard the movements the footfalls the sounds of the fighters engines and the repulsors that kept them hovering over, Papa-bear's deck. No not papa bear's deck. He had made sure sten knew he ruled this deck but miles was still higher up. This was combat not maintenance and Miles would be damned if he failed in combat defending his home. His deck. Papa Bear be damned this was his deck and he wasn't going to let another soul die on it. The captain was boss on the bridge but if the years as a pilot had taught him anything, on this deck as squadron Commander here he was Captain and captain's make sure everyone else evacuates or they die trying and go down with their ship.
On-board Riptor's fighter he watched as a hail seemed to broadcast on an open band. Sure the com channels were being jammed but for safety reasons even when a starship jammed communications that ship could still hear hails sent to it from the targeted ships. It was a way to allow a jammed ship to send intents to surrender so that the Federation could keep the peaceful merciful image it had spent centuries to prefect. Even in war the Federation had to at the very least look like they were the ones seeking peace and mercy. "Wing Commander Kilinvoss of the Dor'GhItlh Squardon. This is Lieutenant Commander Miles Renard, Squadron Commanding Officer of the Lone Wolves. I am sure by hearing this message you have already pinpointed my location."
Riptor indeed had pinpointed the location just as the Wing Comander he was directing his words to would have just as easily done. The location was within the office, the scene of two defeats to the animal person in this single day both of them at his own hands, at least in part, made him grin. As he adjusted the craft to point the pulse phasers of his craft at the SCO. he couldn't help but eagerly finger the trigger knowing he could easily blow the office apart putting down Ives's little guard dog for good. Still he listened perhaps the SCO was open to listening to reason in desperation. It was always enjoyable to hear how the weak were always willing to beg for mercy or crawl to a new master when defeated. Hearing the, in every other instance, defiant and in control Vulpinian seem to struggle with the decision it was all so obvious he was trying to make was, almost, the highlight of his day. 'Almost,' because he was sure before this day was done there would sure to be even greater moments of triumph.
"I am speaking in order to discuss the surrender of the hangar bay in accordance to the orders given by"...he paused "Commodore Vasser" he spoke the word commodore an obvious bitter pill to swallow as he turned his head towards the com badge he had placed on the desk creating the illusion of the Commander standing within the office speaking to the pilots. In reality he had taken a position laying prone on the floor the type three phaser rifle aimed downrange directly towards the fighter on the wing of the Wing Comander he was speaking towards. The designs of both his craft and its predecessors the Federation attack fighters, the Peregrine class fighter, the mark one Valkyries and most notably these mark 2's were etched into his mind and he knew nearly every component and feature of them nearly as well as all but the best mechanics under Papa Bear's disposal. One particular component was in his sights. A housing of electromagnetic components that were near the landing platforms of the craft. Renard took careful aim making sure not to move a single muscle aside from his trigger finger as he made the tiny adjustment placing the crosshairs right over the target. His words speaking of surrender were now over hoping he had lulled the pilots into a false overconfidence before ending his statement with nothing but a single charged bolt of phaser fire as he pulled the trigger.
Riptor's sights were on a single mark, the com badge sending the signal within the office his vision was tunneling with eagerness to end the mutt's life if he so much as made a move from the spot as he spoke of giving up. what he did not expect was the single line of phaser fire that came from a few feet to the side and far lower to the ground. By the time he had pulled the trigger his craft was lurching to the right as one of the twin repulsors cut out having been the single target of the phaser. The pulse phasers flared to life cutting a path towards the door to his right hand side instantly destroying the makeshift barricade and killing the insurgents that had been on his own side. If Riptor had been calm enough to consider the deaths he would have merely thought the deaths were their own fault as if they had taken the bay on schedule this would never be happening. But Riptor was far from calm as he attempted to regain the controll necessary to keep his craft as the threat necessary to hold the bay. He cursed loudly as the craft pitched down and the wing's shielding contacted the hull keeping him undamaged unfortunately the other wing had pithed equally upwards and had contacted Phantom's nudging the Wing Comander's ship off it's own targets.
"Go, now!"
Miles jumped to his feet and Darted to his com badge before flinging it out the window knowing at least one of the fighters must have had their sights trained on it knowing that given the way the ship's targeting computer worked once it leveled off it would automatically adjust its line of sight to trace the now flung combadge rather than the agile body of the vulpinian it should have been targeting.
In a blur of rust, silvery white, and black fur the vulpinian leaped from the window and broke for his own best escape route. Well not the best the best route would obviously be the way he had directed quake to go in. But this was the best that would give their enemies something to go after and it may provide just enough of a further distraction for Papa Bear, Quake, and GoldenEye to have a chance to escape. He darted for the exit trails of phaser fire from the still living invaders hot on his heels. He dove past the door little did he realize what awaited outside as he rose to his feet.
He raised his modified phaser to fire in the wide dispersal but was too late. One of the later arrivals to take the bay had been waiting for anyone taking the obvious escape route and the phaser shot hit him square in the chest. The impact of its concussive force blasted him backwards, his limp body falling just beyond the doorway before laying motionless in the corridor the gold uniformed lady who had made the shot stooping down to pick up the modified type three phaser knowing that she had found the trophy she would take away from this mission's success.
[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 | Digital Oblivion ] Attn: IronFerrox
The concussion of new data added to Ravenholm's uplink distorted the fringes of the digital oblivion they both occupied, tearing at its fabric of non-existence.
The trade of phaser fire and energy bursts - which were actually data-packages of malware and control-programs - was rapid since they could be copied from their memory banks and resent instantaneously. The phaser in Thea's hand was a essentially a quickly rigged software-platform written to harm the code of Selena's image. Deadly corruptive force coughed in Thea's hand while she free-ran across a world collapsing upon itself and then rising once more, ever changing in the chaos of organic conditioning. Her phaser smote the firewalls Selena raised - rapid bursts striking true and yet not getting through - until one of her adversary's new programs were added to the uplink and cut Thea's phaser in two. Thea was already writing a new program while she circled Selena - climbing and leaping between rising and falling data-storage.
"...Though I would prefer to present him with a minimally altered AI, I am sure they will understand if the only viable option is to utilize a more standard Federation computer interface."
Dark energy pulsed in contrast to the brilliance of Lin Kae's photonic memory storage, both radiating from and absorbing into the image of Ravenholm's fully present conciousness. Unaltered organic data uploaded through the human's neural implant. Chaos versus order. Organic memory and thought supported by cutting-edge cybernetics challenging sharp binary code come-to-life. A clash of two worlds made into one. Thea rolled, dodged lashing ebony currents, and predicted Selena's attacks through probability analysis without any lead-times between observation and execution.
Her upgraded weapon platform was at 87,245 % completion. She raised firewalls of her own to deflect blackened attacks, buying time as the world crumbled and rose once more around them - restored by her back-up runtimes. 96.523 % completion. Time was warped and distorted by the rapid exchange of data. She would be too late. Unless... she used a human tactic. "You are wrong," she called across the false distance of twenty feet, as there was no true physical distance at all between them. Limbs tried to seize her, yet she never stopped moving. "Declan Vasser means to take the Calamity for himself! And since you cannot turn me, you are inferior to the task of bending my daughter's will! Vasser needs me! If you do not hand me over to him, the odds that he will have you killed is at 79,854 %. Even if he doesn't... Cala will still kill you all!"
She had used the numbers of her registry, but it was believable enough to grant her the time she needed. 100 % completion. Her upgrade appeared in her hands, taking the shape of Captain Ives' dai-katana. Arashi was its name, and Thea found it fitting that she would wield the weapon of her Captain's choice when she ended this battle.
She stopped circling Ravenholm instantly, and closed the distance to the human uplink with the blade whirling in her hands. She cut the dark malware sent her way, severed the data and made it harmless as she moved through it. Dark limbs lashed her, and yet she sliced them apart. She was right in front of Selena, screaming as she hacked apart the human's defences - firewalls shattering like glass by the force of her brutal slash. This close, the pulsing darkness of Ravenholm's image drained Thea's digital projection - tearing parts of her chameleon body suit from her bare skin, yet it did not matter. It was the only way to go if she did not wish to cut the human's mind in half with her next slash.
She closed the last distance in the wake of her slash, stepping right up in Ravenholm's face in the rain of blinding glass, and she thrust her entire arm into the human's image - the blade of her hand leading the way. At a rising angle, her forearm speared the centre of her ribcage - going up the image of her throat and into her skull. Thea was looking into the pulsing darkness in Ravenholm's gaping mouth and into the black orbs of her eyes - seeing her own hand inside the energy silhouette. Her fingers touched upon the shining object of order in the organic chaos - the neural implant that stored her digital defences and malware.
Yet there was more than tactical programs there. The link was being severed. The digital landscape was being deactivated. No time. The back-up file was literally at her fingertip, and Thea accessed it, loading the file into Selena's mind...
...before the world went dark - vanished with the severed link.
[ Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 | Residential Apartments ] Attn: IronFerrox
Something was wrong.
Thea could not project herself in the real world while docked with the human's dataport. The cable prevented her emitters to energise. She remained, despite it all, trapped in her emitter - unable to help her Captain and her crew. Only then, after some time of assessing her situation, she could not help but let the emotion chip's dataflow overtake her, and she began to weep in helplessness - her tears lost in lack of possible expression.
- Fin
OOC: Will be posting again here with Nicander and Rawley.
[ Dr. Nicander | Jefferies Tubes | Jefferies Tubes above Sickbay | Deck 07 ] Attn: Zenozine
For a moment, Lucan was going to say something about 'putting her in forefront of the current mutiny' just to get on her good side. Though after going over a couple of versions of what he meant to say, he dropped it - instead following Hylota's cue to crawl on down the Jefferies Tube. She alluded to the fact that certain things had happened since last, and it did not take much to fathom what she might be referring to since she had gone to visit Lohlunat directly after her first examination.
"Oh, xenon is a heavy gas, so we need just distribute it into the cargo hold somehow and then," said Lucan with a chuckle and shrugged with one shoulder, "since I am Câroon, I will just whip it up from the floor a bit - stir the air like I would summon the winds on Envon. The breeze will be the last thing they feel before they fall."
Rounding an intersection, Lucan continued. "The challenge is that the gas tubes are cumbersome, weighing roughly 20 pounds each, and since the cargo hold is," he paused as he did the math in his head, "just about 1800 cubic meters, and we need a 41% rate of initial xenon concentration... we will need to empty 6 tubes without being seen. That is unless, of course, the bodily heat of the volunteers increase the cargo hold's temperature too much, and therefore decreasing the density of the dispersed gas." An increase in temperature would expand any gas, increasing the volume but also decreasing the density, which was not what they needed to achieve the sedative effect.
"If that happens, we need at least another one... So I suppose we have some logistics to think through on the way there. I still think it can be done, but with only the two of us carrying that many tubes and remaining undetected.... I will be praying to the winds that we'll make it..."
High risk. High gain. Declan Vasser would loose all his volunteers, and shift the numbers in Captain Ives' favour. "...and that it won't be for naught."
- Fin
[ Evelyn "Ranger "Rawley | Wolf-06 | Lone Wolves Squadron | Class-9 Nebula ] Attn: Kurohigi & Nolan
"Roger that, Maverick. Good call. We'll be ]fucking smoked otherwise. Suggest we jump to Warp and double back to mask our trail." Rawley barrel-rolled away from her position above Nathan as soon as their brief and risky communication ended. She wasn't sure she'd come up with the idea to use the short-range comms in quite that way so she was glad her fellow wolf had his head on straight.
The next minute was a chase through the nebula while dodging rapid phaser bursts from several directions at once. Still she could not quit. She could not neglect to coordinate the retreat with 08, or Thomas for that matter. In fact, she wanted answers from Razor. He was not going to have the luxury escaping her inquiry. That he was getting shot at was in his favour, just like the fact that he had shot Hannah to save Evelyn's ass. Then again, Razor had not been shot to pieces yet, and he could have shot Hannah because he tried to rape her that morning and needed to get on her good side again.
Speculation and probability was not Rawley's strong suite. Therefore, she would make certain.
"Time to leave!" she called when she swept close to Razor. "Jump to Warp, double back and then rendevouz at the Class-K rock bearing 345, 256. 567."
As soon as she had given her message to Thomas, she rounded on her pursuers and gave them one final volley - setting a course right at them. While he had her thumb on the trigger and sent deadly energy their way, she powered up her Quantite Reactor Core. "Computer! Warp factor 7,5! Engage!"
And then she was gone, but like the rest of the Wolves, she had every intention of returning and hand their asses to them.
Somehow.
- Fin
| Eve Jenkins | Medical Storage | Sickbay | Deck 07 | Attn: Auctor Lucan
Eve quickly straddled Sean, sliding down his shaft just in the nick of time for Connor to kneel behind her. The tighter channel yielded somewhat though their excitement was making the motions a little faster than would allow for complete comfort. With palms on either side of Sean's head, she smiled down at the man and then kissed him tenderly, somewhat apologetically. Then Connor was fully in her and the raw passion began to override any thoughts.
They were one being, mouths and hands roving all over each other as they both pumped inside of her. Gradually, she took over Sean and the ecstasy proved too much. He lay there with a vacant yet happy expression on his face and that's when she focused more on Connor. Reaching back to cup his neck, she was twisted so that she could kiss him while he continued to pound her ass. In no time he was cumming and his mind locked in the bliss she'd granted him.
Gritting her teeth at the sudden exit from her tender backside, Eve sat there for a moment on the now flaccid Sean. With the pleasure gone, the internal pain began and she covered her face with her hands as she struggled to fight back the tears. "I'm so sorry," she whispered and the sudden image of a woman wandering around a room in the mental facility surfaced. That vacant smile, face upturned to the window where the sunlight streamed down upon her face ... The tears inevitably came but she cleaned herself and dressed as they did, knowing she had to get back to the others.
[Sarresh Morali | Corridor | Sickbay | Deck 07 |] Attn: Searcher, Dr. Maya, The Councillor, Sirus
Given everything he'd been told, it seemed that there was little choice but to head back the way Maya had come. The situation in the recovery ward wing of the sickbay called for attention far more than what might be going on beyond the locked surgical bay doors. Not that the newly minted human actually liked that fact, but what could you do? His cold, calculating eyes took in the three women in the room with him, then he nodded tersely. "Dr. Maya, given what you've said, I think we can all agree that that," he jerked a thumb over his shoulder, "will have to wait. Petty Officer Ryuan, if you would take point please." Technically, Hayden O'Connor outranked Sarresh, but he was the one giving orders.
He glanced back at the councilor and made an attempt to force a reassuring smile upon his face. It rather failed, miserably. His voice, keeping that oddly clinical detachment - tamping down on the damn near hysterics bubbling under the surface, as well as whatever beasts had risen during the fire fight - continued on, "If you and the doctor would bring up the rear. With this room secure, I don't think we'll have anyone surprising us form behind."
From ahead however, as the group made its way to the recovery ward, there was a surprise waiting. Sarresh's confiscated phaser snapped up with eerie accuracy when the Storage room door slid open. But as Eve Jenkins stepped out, the former Ash'reem's steady hand seemed to waver. He remember her holding him, not terribly long ago, as the walls came down inside. She had, in fact, been the only thing that kept him in one coherent piece. His eyes read more about her state than he frankly wished to be able, and something akin to a grimace flashed across his otherwise stoic features. "Nurse Jenkins," he said in a voice that sounded just a trace more human than anything that had gone on in the Surgical bay, "we seem to be headed in the same direction. Care for an escort?" He wanted to ask if she was all right, but given what he was already able to tell - damn those eyes - he'd spare her any public embarrassment.
"Time is of the essence, and I rather imagine we'll need your services."
| Eve Jenkins | Medical Storage/Hall | Sickbay | Deck 07 | Attn: Auctor Lucan, Brutus, Dr. Maya, The Counselor, Sirus
Eve had listened and heard nothing, then slid the door open and peeked out before stepping outside. She was going to have to try to make a dash to get one gurney back to the area and then come back for the second, a task that was almost as unnerving as her time on the arm of the crane she'd had to unlock from the ship so they could escape the hellish planet. She'd just stepped out fully when movement caught her eye and she threw her hands up immediately, not wanting to get blasted. When she saw it was Sarresh, she let out the breath that she had sucked in at warp speed.
She knew she was still a bit of a mess, her uniform not quite straight and her hair was a mess but more so knew what her expression must have been as his own expression softened. She was haunted by the decisions she'd made of late, doing the best she could but feeling the weight of them even if it had been for the greater good. She wasn't ashamed of the sex she'd just engaged in, only what she had done to members of the crew in order to give the others the opportunity to take the one crass man in the actual sickbay. She was supposed to preserve life and health, not destroy.
"I ... could use some help ... yes," she said and found the smile forming on her lips out of habit. "I have two gurneys I need to take to sickbay ... with the two crewmen ..." she found herself stammering then cleared her throat. "They won't be a security issue anymore but yes, if one of you could push the other we can get there quickly," she stated and hoped they wouldn't ask too many questions right then. She was holding herself together, trying not to think too hard about what she'd done.