[SE] LtCmdr Sky Blake, "Casualties."

[Deliera Jay]

((Shadow's Edge))

Blake: I guess we know where the rest of those EM pistols have gone.

Sands: I see that!

Blake: Do you have a visual on them?

::Despite her attempt to look over the cover she'd taken behind a pop-up stand, one arm keeping the two Romulans down and back from danger, she'd been forced to collapse in a heap. A shot had narrowly missed her, meant for passerbyers behind them. The Veritas' new Security officer had pulled up a phaser.::

Sands: Four.  Three males, one female.

::At least she could see them.

::Sky had her head rested against the stand as Sands took off, firing her weapon. Taking the opportunity to finally raise her head, the Brekkazoid laid down what normally would feel like an insufficient amount of cover fire. The stun bolts fired from the Aquila weren't going to do any superficial damage, but at least it gave them something to look out for.::

::Sands had, without any hint of hesitation, fired at one - no, two - of the assailants.

::If Sky hadn't been freaked out by the sudden display, she might have been impressed.::

Sands: Two down.  Two to go.

::She'd been too stunned to react - weird for her, seeing as for the last couple of months she'd been acting mainly out of investigation and instinct when placed against threats. But now, here she was, a freakishly capable security LtJG placed by her side taking out person by person without even a look in.::

Sands: One left.

Blake: She's doing a runner.

::With an expert heel, too, now taking off into the smog that was Cheshire's Run. But not before the plasma pistol overloaded and blew in her hand.::
 
Sands: Just not your lucky day…

::Sky blinked, pistol still well in her hand as she crept foward cautiously, glancing at Sands and then back at the severely injured woman with her hand being eaten away by plasma.::

Sands: Looks like medical will be needed.

Blake: At this rate? We'll need a whole clean up crew. =/\= MC Medical Services, there's been an incident in Cheshire's Run - we require emergency medical assistance. Three males, stun-induced injuries. One female, severe plasma burns. =/\=

Medic: =/\= Acknowledged. =/\=

::The Brekkazoid turned back, looking at the weapons each assailant used.::

Blake: Plasma pistols.

::It was as she'd suspected.::

Sands: Response?

Blake: Here I was hoping that they'd just be misplaced collectors items. These are fully functioning, upgraded weapons that could have resulted in multiple casualties.

Sands: Response?

Blake: We got lucky.

::Incredibly lucky, by the looks of what now remained of this area. Sparks flew where the weapons had struck lighting and signs - some people were wandering around injured due to the debris, but thankfully so serious injuries save from the woman with mush for a hand.::

::She paused, glancing back at Sands.::

Blake: Where did you say you were last posted?

Sands: Response?

Blake: Remind me to pull up your file. I've only seen a handful of people pull shots like this before. Myself and one strange Romuvulc included.

Sands: Response?

::She'd almost tapped her combadge again when a display monitor, having been showing the news, switched from news of their firefight to a text display noting "Attack at Governor Giannakos residence".::

Blake: Carrero was supposed to be with Giannakos tonight.

Sands: Response?

::Cormac had told her of where every Veritas officer was this week - Carrero (or what she'd allowed to be publicized to her crew given that she didn't exactly like the idea of everyone knowing who her drinking buddies were) was included. The Veritas was long gone from SE space, trailing a lead, so senior officers left on Shadows Edge still had to coordinate everyone left - which was only a handful of officers. Carrero, Sands, Blake herself, Shrmoa had taken a couple days respite in the main colony, and Elis was running a training schedule for some of the colonial officers. There were at least three others hanging around for various reasons.::

::The Strat Ops officer pulled off her combadge, attaching it to the display to hear the actual report.::

Reporter: ...have not yet been identified. Among the casualties is one Starfleet Captain Rosa Carrero-

::Sky ripped off her combadge, launching into action as she marched away towards the nearest public transporter.::

Blake: =/\= All Starfleet officers check in *immediately* - get me communications with the Veritas *now*. =/\=


Tbc . . .

LtCmdr Sky Blake
Strategic Operations
USS Veritas

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