Lt. Silveira: The World ends with a whine.
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Jun 10, 2025, 4:46:54 PM6/10/25
to USS Artemis-A – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Central Government Building, Starfleet Guest Suite – Kobyar Capital, Galaris IV))
Sam had broken something from the piece Imril had recovered from the Tactical Drone.
He frowned. Well at least they still had something. But he wanted to get more than that before calling Zie.
Silveira: OK, still sounds circumstantial but I think it will have to do.
Richards/Imril: Response
He again looked at Sam and Imril.
Silveira: Now let’s get back to work
Richards/Imril: Response
He pouted and looked away. Taking a deep breath he looked outside, through the window, setting his mind. Vitor hoped the others had also got something to do, and couldn’t help to think how Nan, with Zie and Bergmen, were finding the exercise the Major had set up for them.
He looked away and casually glanced at the holo display. Now it was set fully in Federation Standard, certainly courtesy of the retina scan reading they had taken.
Vitor took a second to read the headlines, as he walked back to his team, not many details over the military operations, traffic reports, something that looked like sports news.
He was about to address Imril and Sam when something got his attention. They were running a live news feed, from the plaza they had crossed before. It looked like a small crowd was gathering and for a moment he wished he could pay more attention.
The reporter was interviewing some bystanders and they were being questioned about Starfleet’s arrival. The sound was too low for him to understand, and as he was about to turn to his team something got his attention. As the reporter made her interview, the camera panned out and they could see the buildings. That was clearly the plaza they had crossed, but his trained eyes saw something else.
A drone was falling. Like a mosquito hit mid flight, in the background right against a building.
Vitor raised an eyebrow at the scene, surprised and kept his eyes on the screen as he called the others.
Silveira: Look, there’s something going on in the plaza we passed by…
Richards/Imril: Response
The drone impacted against the building. It caused a small explosion, impressive but hopefully not enough to do some damage.
The cameraman took notice and focused on the burning building, as he gestured to catch the reports attention. Vitor wrinkled his forehead. An accident?
Silveira: I don’t like this…
Richards/Imril: Response
Instinctively he began raising his hand to his combadge, when suddenly a low flying drone came from behind the buildings that the camera crew was filming.
But those weren’t drones. They were too big, the design and lines were much more crude than those from the Koybar. And they were diving down. Vitor knew what was going to happen next.
Those were definitely not drones. Those were gunships.
And in the next millisecond they began spewing fire at the amassed people in the plaza.
The live feed became a confused mess, as the camera turned, the Koybar holding it certainly running for his life. There was no alert, no warning. Only fire from above. The cameraman kept filming as the people around the plaza panicked and ran in every direction.
Vitor was glued to the screen, surprised, shocked. Running in front of the camera Koybar of every age and sex were looking desperately for cover, only to be gunned down. He turned to Sam and Imril, one hand reaching for his combadge the other for his phaser.
He shouted to them to move away.
Silveira: We aren’t safe, get clear of the windows.
Richards/Imril: Response
The warning had come too late. Hovering up like a menacing beast one of the attacking ships had just reached the window of the building.
It was a stark contrast to any Koybar design. It resembled the helicopters from ancient wars of Earth. The canopy was transparent and had two seats, one in front and the other in the back. Slightly raised.
Vitor could clearly see them. Grunden.
Two Grunden with their wolf-like distinctive look, were flying that ship wearing just a sort of headset. He raised his phaser aiming at them.
They looked surprised. Vitor wasn’t sure if they could see him or not.
They shouldn't, right? He was behind a window and they couldn't see him inside…
Or could they?
A metallic whinnying sound began to echo.
Certainly it was something else, but Vitor's brain processed it that way.
Returning back to action Vitor turned to Sam and Imril, racing in their direction.
He needed to cover them.
Silveira: RUN FOR COVER…
Richards/Imril: Response
TAG/TBC
Lt. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
Sam had broken something from the piece Imril had recovered from the Tactical Drone.
He frowned. Well at least they still had something. But he wanted to get more than that before calling Zie.
Silveira: OK, still sounds circumstantial but I think it will have to do.
Richards/Imril: Response
He again looked at Sam and Imril.
Silveira: Now let’s get back to work
Richards/Imril: Response
He pouted and looked away. Taking a deep breath he looked outside, through the window, setting his mind. Vitor hoped the others had also got something to do, and couldn’t help to think how Nan, with Zie and Bergmen, were finding the exercise the Major had set up for them.
He looked away and casually glanced at the holo display. Now it was set fully in Federation Standard, certainly courtesy of the retina scan reading they had taken.
Vitor took a second to read the headlines, as he walked back to his team, not many details over the military operations, traffic reports, something that looked like sports news.
He was about to address Imril and Sam when something got his attention. They were running a live news feed, from the plaza they had crossed before. It looked like a small crowd was gathering and for a moment he wished he could pay more attention.
The reporter was interviewing some bystanders and they were being questioned about Starfleet’s arrival. The sound was too low for him to understand, and as he was about to turn to his team something got his attention. As the reporter made her interview, the camera panned out and they could see the buildings. That was clearly the plaza they had crossed, but his trained eyes saw something else.
A drone was falling. Like a mosquito hit mid flight, in the background right against a building.
Vitor raised an eyebrow at the scene, surprised and kept his eyes on the screen as he called the others.
Silveira: Look, there’s something going on in the plaza we passed by…
Richards/Imril: Response
The drone impacted against the building. It caused a small explosion, impressive but hopefully not enough to do some damage.
The cameraman took notice and focused on the burning building, as he gestured to catch the reports attention. Vitor wrinkled his forehead. An accident?
Silveira: I don’t like this…
Richards/Imril: Response
Instinctively he began raising his hand to his combadge, when suddenly a low flying drone came from behind the buildings that the camera crew was filming.
But those weren’t drones. They were too big, the design and lines were much more crude than those from the Koybar. And they were diving down. Vitor knew what was going to happen next.
Those were definitely not drones. Those were gunships.
And in the next millisecond they began spewing fire at the amassed people in the plaza.
The live feed became a confused mess, as the camera turned, the Koybar holding it certainly running for his life. There was no alert, no warning. Only fire from above. The cameraman kept filming as the people around the plaza panicked and ran in every direction.
Vitor was glued to the screen, surprised, shocked. Running in front of the camera Koybar of every age and sex were looking desperately for cover, only to be gunned down. He turned to Sam and Imril, one hand reaching for his combadge the other for his phaser.
He shouted to them to move away.
Silveira: We aren’t safe, get clear of the windows.
Richards/Imril: Response
The warning had come too late. Hovering up like a menacing beast one of the attacking ships had just reached the window of the building.
It was a stark contrast to any Koybar design. It resembled the helicopters from ancient wars of Earth. The canopy was transparent and had two seats, one in front and the other in the back. Slightly raised.
Vitor could clearly see them. Grunden.
Two Grunden with their wolf-like distinctive look, were flying that ship wearing just a sort of headset. He raised his phaser aiming at them.
They looked surprised. Vitor wasn’t sure if they could see him or not.
They shouldn't, right? He was behind a window and they couldn't see him inside…
Or could they?
A metallic whinnying sound began to echo.
Certainly it was something else, but Vitor's brain processed it that way.
Returning back to action Vitor turned to Sam and Imril, racing in their direction.
He needed to cover them.
Silveira: RUN FOR COVER…
Richards/Imril: Response
TAG/TBC
Lt. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
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