PNPC Shiarrael - Company?

[John Nugra]

(( Corridor - Deck 6 - USS Athena ))

:: It had been the shock of impact and the ringing that it had produced which woke up Shiarrael from her hangover stupor. With lightning reflexes, she had rolled out of bed only in her tank top and underwear ready to strike out and kill whatever threatened her. ::

Computer: Attention. All personnel on Deck 6, Section 12 through 19. Begin emergency evacuation immediately.

oO Oh, that's not good. Oo

:: Taking only a split second to wiggle into a pair of shorts, Shiarrael grabbed her comm badge and affixed it to her sand colored tank top and entered the hallway where it was filling with a mixture of Starfleet personnel and civilian families. Accosting a Lieutenant, she made sure her eyes spoke of no-nonsense when she posed her question. ::

Shiarrael: What's going on?

Jennings(NPC): Not sure. Hull integrity compromise from a collision or something.

:: At that moment, the ship rattled again and this time she felt it. Something hit the hull really hard and many stumbled. ::

Shiarrael: Alright. Go, get the civvies secured.

:: He did not argue but took off. She quickly returned to her room and retrieved her disruptor and holster, then fastened it around her waist. The cold synth-leather strap stung her skin as the tanktop did not stretch the whole way down. Ignoring the desire to put on her uniform, she exited again finding the hallway mostly clear. It was the scream that got her attention. ::

:: Charging down the hallway, Shiarrael came to a halt as she saw four armed aliens of either a reptillian or aquatic evolution holding a trill woman by her hair. ::

Rekel: Look at this thing? I doubt we could fetch anything on the market for it.

Borzuk: Don't be picky. Anything will help the empire.

:: A cold feeling washed across her and like a switch, her mind switched over. Shiarrael could feel the woman she was slipping into a safe, cozy corner of her mind as the killer took over. ::

Shiarrael: ::coldly:: Hey.

:: They looked over and she was quickly able to put a disruptor round in two of their face's before the two others scrambled for cover. The Trill woman ran over and Shiarrael grabbed her and shoved her around the corner. ::

Shiarrael: Go!

:: The wall beside her exploded as metal projectiles bounced and cut through the cloth overlay. The computer screens lining the walls sparked as they got hit. Shiarrael returned fire finally catching one in the arm. For the most part, they were suppressed in the hallway. ::

Shiarrael: =/\= Shiarrael to security. Intruder alert on Deck 6 section 15. Four confirmed, two down, one wounded. Armed with projectile weapons so I recommend flak vests if you got 'em. =/\=

Danara: response

Anyone who might pick up the call:  response

PNPC Tribune Shiarrael
Liaison Officer
Romulan Republic

As Simmed By...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lt. Commander John Nugra
Risk Assessment Officer
USS Athena, NCC-97780
V238008N10
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~