Commander Ava Munro - They Done Good
Ava Munro
(( Exterior Afalqi Project Complex – Meranuge IV ))
Huddled behind crates, containing goodness knows what, while a phaser turret fired at you was not Ava’s idea of a good way to relieve tension. Thankfully, it didn't offer much time to think too much about anything except how to get herself and the two officers out without too much damage.
A plan had been formed within seconds. Tarsan got the privilege of overloading a phaser, essentially creating a grenade. The oft spoken, almost legendary trick that most cadets speak of in their first combat classes. Only a few of them got the chance to actually do it… and they usually got themselves drummed out of the fleet quickly. There was no place for recklessness within Starfleet.
Yet, she now found herself in a situation where the very real likelihood that the very thing that had proven the end of many a career could save them all … and the man in charge of that endeavour was a fresh faced recruit on his first official mission from the academy.
oO I really hope we survive this to tell that story Oo
Munro: Ready!
Ava fired the first shot at the turret, it spun round and targeted her quickly, and as planned Roy did the same. The turret reconfigured itself. The turret was an older model, less efficient. The kind of thing you left behind to cause confusion and chaos.
Then things got worse. From her peripheral sight she saw the grey skinned brightly coloured hair of the Da'al security officers, instantly recognisable in their neon red uniforms. Clearly they had been drawn here by the commotion.
The turret readjusted and shot at them, hitting one of them in the chest before anyone could react. The woman went limp and folded into herself as she fell backwards.
Bancroft: ::to the Da’al:: Get her to cover and get pressure on that wound! I’m a doctor – but I can’t help her until that turret is down!
Ava stuck to the task. The only way Roy could help the woman quickly was to take out the turret. The turret spun.
Bancroft: ::to Munro:: Taking cover!
Ava fired again.
Tarsan: Ten more seconds…
Munro: Roy, hang on! Nearly there! I got you covered.
Ava fired again, the phaser whined as it spun around. The grind of the metal began to sound like it's warcry.
Bancroft: ::to the Da’al:: Tear a strip from your uniform – apply pressure properly! Hands alone won’t cut it! Elevate her legs – she’s at risk of going into shock! ::to Tarsan:: Gavrin, this would be an excellent moment to justify that engineering degree – we’re on a clock!
Tarsan: ::triumphantly:: It’s ready it’s ready, I just need a break in the firing!
Munro: Two seconds.
Ava didn't have time to look to see what was happening with the security officers. Her focus locked on the turret. She would get Tarsan that break. Sliding away from the officer she created some distance, knowingly exposing herself and placing all of her trust in Tarsan. A man she barely knew. A new recruit.
oO I must be mad Oo
Such was her faith in Starfleet training.
Bancroft: My turn again, Commander!
Tarsan: ::loudly:: Fire in the hole! Take cover!
The turret spun again. A moment's hesitation in its precision. Too many targets. Too many threats. Just enough time.
Tarsan revealed himself and threw the phaser towards the turret before retreating back to safety. He covered his ears and Ava rolled backwards and followed suit.
Bancroft: Response
There was a screech, a loud bang and the hot breeze of energy, and a strange smell in the air. Success. Kind of.
The turret had been disabled but not completely. It's legs had been disabled. With a pathetic end it toppled over. Rendered useless. For now.
Tarsan: Turret down! But it’s still live, be careful!
As Tarsan made his way to the turret, she joined Roy at the downed security officer. The woman was the shade of her grandmother's ancient porcelain figurines.
Munro: :: to the security officer :: Get help! Medical personnel! Now! :: to Roy :: Can we move her?
Bancroft: Response
Ava allowed Roy to work and returned to Tarsan, her eyes moved towards the containers, just as he kicked the turret. She smiled. She was sure she'd hear the percussive maintenance joke, a popular one from the engineering crews she'd worked with over the years.
Tarsan: It’s offline, we’re good! I’m uh.. Sixty percent sure that there’s no booby traps.
Munro: Considering it's not trying to put some holes in me right now. I'll consider that a win. But let's just run a scan to make sure, ensign?
Bancroft: Response
Gavrin scanned the turret with his tricorder thoroughly, checking it and the surrounds for anything that might be set to go off.
Tarsan: Ninety-five percent sure. How’s that security officer doing, Doctor?
Bancroft: Response
It was then the other security officer returned, along with more neon red uniforms and some neon green uniforms that she assumed were medical personnel.
She took a step back, and watched as they worked on the woman. A stretcher was laid out and she was carried off. Just like that they were left, along with two Da'al security.
It was quiet. As if the events of the last minute had never even happened in the first instance. That was the thing about violence. It was quick, it was brutal and it always ended with an unnerving silence.
She inhaled a breath.
Munro: Good job, Roy. If she survives, it's because of you :: to Tarsan :: And you, Tarsan. Great work, Ensign. We do have to work on that throw though. That wrist movement :: tsk tsk :: You need to bend it more.
Ava laughed and placed a friendly hand on the Ensigns shoulder to let him know she was joking.
Tarsan/Bancroft: Response
Ava turned to the security containers and then looked to the Da'al security officer.
Munro: :: curious :: What are these? Is there anything you can tell us?
The Da'al security seemed reluctant, he pulled at the corner of his uniform. Ava could tell that he didn't like being questioned. Was that because she was an alien, Starfleet or did he have something to hide?
Da'al Security: :: shrugs :: Dilithium storage? I don't know. That's the engineers responsibility. We don't interfere, that's not our orders.
A look passed between the two of them. It could've been nothing but the general secretive nature of the Da'al people. Interspecies relationships were always tricky and she knew not too read into every slight too much but she knew that there was something these men were reluctant to share with her.
Ava sighed, then removed her tricorder and scanned the turret. Her eyes widened as she showed Tarsan and Bancroft the results.
Tarsan/Bancroft: Response
Munro: Klingons? :: she shook her head :: Ever known a Klingon to hide the spoils of their battles? Steal ships without claiming glory? Something doesn't feel right about that. Lets try and find that jamming device.
Before the words even left her mount she had a sinking feeling.
Tarsan/Bancroft: Response
Munro: The turret was the jamming device? The turret we just destroyed?
Tarsan/Bancroft: Response
TAG/TBC!
