Lt Alex Storm - For Whom the Bell Tolls
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Karen Morris
Oct 18, 2025, 10:00:28 PM10/18/25
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((OOC: I know Bruno has had two brutal weeks at work.
I spoke with Liv and she told me to move things forward. So what I do below, I do with her permission.))
(( Border of Caspia District - Boraxian Cityship ))
Storm: Sil, I think I found a back way into the district!
Morgan: Could be a better way to get in without drawing too much attention…
Silveira/Imril/Bancroft/Bergmen: Response
Once again, a deep reverberation echoed throughout the entire dome, and with each echo, it asked another question - which lives would be claimed, which people would be spared, who would come out victorious, who would feel the heaviness of losing, and how would they move forward from this?
Cole: Orders, Sir?
Sil seemed to be momentarily caught off guard.
Silveira: Response
Morgan: We can’t just leave them. Should we split up, or should we all keep going?
Alex opened her mouth, but before she could speak, she heard the chirp of a combadge.
Bancroft: =/\= Bancroft to Artemis – medical emergency. I have a pediatric civilian patient with signs of internal trauma, stable enough for transport but not for field care. Prepare for emergency beam-in: one child, three adults who are injured but non-emergent. Energize on my mark. =/\=
Bancroft: ::slowly, steadily:: He’s stable. You’re all going somewhere safe now – stand close together.
Alex opened her mouth to say something … to the mother oO He'll be okay. Roy promised. Oo To the unconscious child. oO You’re in the best hands possible. Oo To the others, oO You’ll be safe. Oo But there was no time.
Bancroft: =/\=Energize =/\=
Her throat tightened, but she forced a slow breath through it — no time for softness now. There was a bigger picture to consider. As the group dematerialized in an iridescent light, Alex turned to the others.
Imril: I can rig my communications booster to send out signals inverse to those of the observation scanners. Use the rocks surrounding whatever passage Lt. Storm found to reverb and strengthen the interference. Andoren will still know we’re coming, but not when.
People kept talking like standing out in the street, exposed, was no big deal. The Betazoid wanted to interrupt, but she refrained, her phaser unholstered, her eyes darting every which way.
Bergmen: Hm… yeah…that can work.
Cole: Sounds like a solid plan.
Storm: Let’s get moving inside. We’re too exposed.
Morgan/Silveira/Bancroft: Response
Imril: Boraxian scanning tech is significantly different to our own, in terms of energy wavelengths utilized. I can block them while still letting us use our communicators. Among our teams, at least. I can’t speak to any interference that Commander Jovenan’s team may be dealing with by now.
Bergmen: Which means we will just need to rotate the frequencies, so we get through the possible hard brute countermeasures they used against us once before.
Cole: I’m glad we’ve got a plan to mitigate that. That’s something I’d rather not get an encore of. Too bad we can’t make them think we’re in multiple locations.
Alex’s voice didn’t raise a decibel, but the earnestness with which she spoke gonged as loud as the earlier bell.
Storm: Everybody move. There was an apartment two doors in on the right. That’s where the stairs are. If we have to talk, let’s talk there.
Morgan/Silveira/Bancroft: Response
Bergmen: We need to move. We can fix problems as we go.
Alex stood sentinel beside the door as the team made their way inside. Just as the end of the entourage was closing on the building, the Betazoid saw a glint from across the main street. Her voice cracked the air before she even registered drawing breath.
Storm: DOWN!
Three things happened simultaneously. Some people crouched down. Alex ran to the other side of the cross street, and a shot rang out from the second story opposite. The Betazoid had seen exactly the spot that spat out the beam, and Alex returned fire in the blink of an eye. A thud was followed by raised voices nearby.
Storm: Inside!
Quickly, while watching for another shot, keeping low, she sprinted across the open area and into the apartment complex, slamming the main door to the building shut and locking it. oO Guess they didn’t get the memo about hospitality. Oo Everyone seemed to find the apartment she had been talking about, and the Boraxians seemed to be frightened enough to remain in their own abodes. The tactical officer took ten steps down the hallway, glanced over her shoulder once more, then slipped into the apartment. Storm exhaled — the sound halfway between a laugh and a sigh. Looking from person to person, she asked …
Storm: Is everyone in one piece?
Morgan/Silveira/Imril/Bancroft: Response
Cole: Once we’ve established the corridor, We can coordinate with any Boraxian units responding. If we keep them moving and calm, that’s one less ‘win’ for Andoren.
Storm: Good idea. Sil, with your permission, I think we should split up. I’d suggest Morgan, Cole, and Bergman stay here. If one family made it out this way, it’s likely that there will be more. And we will try to use this to get as many people out as possible. They may also need medical attention. Cole, you’re the gatekeeper. The people shooting at us from across the main street may come looking for you. Keep them safe.
Morgan/Bergmen/Silveira/Imril/Bancroft: Response
Alex’s eyes moved from person to person. She was the newest of all of these people to the Artemis. Was she overstepping her bounds? Was she worth following—or would her confidence crumble the moment it was tested? But this was what she knew - what she did. Never comfortable, yet always willing.
Storm: Sil, assuming you agree, that would leave you, Imril, Bancroft, and I to go down through the tunnel and stop Andoren. We should have been there thirty minutes ago, but maybe we can use the delay to our advantage. Any questions?
Silveira/Bancroft/Morgan/Bergmen//Imril/Cole: Response
Storm: Sil, you okay with bringing up the rear? ::She looked not to her department head, but to her friend.:: I’ll take point. Bancroft and Imril behind me.
Silveira/Bancroft/Morgan/Bergmen//Imril/Cole: Response
Alex made eye contact with each of her group - her eyes lingering a breath longer on Roy’s. oO We're all going to be safe, Oo she wanted to assure him. oO If something does happen ... tell Cassie. Oo But these words weren't to be spoken. Instead, she turned.
Despite her clunky boots, the tactical officer descended the stairs in near silence, while the bell was still echoing somewhere inside her chest.
~*~
Tags / TBC
~*~
Lt Alex Storm
Tactical Officer
USS Artemis
O240103SK2
(( Border of Caspia District - Boraxian Cityship ))
Storm: Sil, I think I found a back way into the district!
Morgan: Could be a better way to get in without drawing too much attention…
Silveira/Imril/Bancroft/Bergmen: Response
Once again, a deep reverberation echoed throughout the entire dome, and with each echo, it asked another question - which lives would be claimed, which people would be spared, who would come out victorious, who would feel the heaviness of losing, and how would they move forward from this?
Cole: Orders, Sir?
Sil seemed to be momentarily caught off guard.
Silveira: Response
Morgan: We can’t just leave them. Should we split up, or should we all keep going?
Alex opened her mouth, but before she could speak, she heard the chirp of a combadge.
Bancroft: =/\= Bancroft to Artemis – medical emergency. I have a pediatric civilian patient with signs of internal trauma, stable enough for transport but not for field care. Prepare for emergency beam-in: one child, three adults who are injured but non-emergent. Energize on my mark. =/\=
Bancroft: ::slowly, steadily:: He’s stable. You’re all going somewhere safe now – stand close together.
Alex opened her mouth to say something … to the mother oO He'll be okay. Roy promised. Oo To the unconscious child. oO You’re in the best hands possible. Oo To the others, oO You’ll be safe. Oo But there was no time.
Bancroft: =/\=Energize =/\=
Her throat tightened, but she forced a slow breath through it — no time for softness now. There was a bigger picture to consider. As the group dematerialized in an iridescent light, Alex turned to the others.
Imril: I can rig my communications booster to send out signals inverse to those of the observation scanners. Use the rocks surrounding whatever passage Lt. Storm found to reverb and strengthen the interference. Andoren will still know we’re coming, but not when.
People kept talking like standing out in the street, exposed, was no big deal. The Betazoid wanted to interrupt, but she refrained, her phaser unholstered, her eyes darting every which way.
Bergmen: Hm… yeah…that can work.
Cole: Sounds like a solid plan.
Storm: Let’s get moving inside. We’re too exposed.
Morgan/Silveira/Bancroft: Response
Imril: Boraxian scanning tech is significantly different to our own, in terms of energy wavelengths utilized. I can block them while still letting us use our communicators. Among our teams, at least. I can’t speak to any interference that Commander Jovenan’s team may be dealing with by now.
Bergmen: Which means we will just need to rotate the frequencies, so we get through the possible hard brute countermeasures they used against us once before.
Cole: I’m glad we’ve got a plan to mitigate that. That’s something I’d rather not get an encore of. Too bad we can’t make them think we’re in multiple locations.
Alex’s voice didn’t raise a decibel, but the earnestness with which she spoke gonged as loud as the earlier bell.
Storm: Everybody move. There was an apartment two doors in on the right. That’s where the stairs are. If we have to talk, let’s talk there.
Morgan/Silveira/Bancroft: Response
Bergmen: We need to move. We can fix problems as we go.
Alex stood sentinel beside the door as the team made their way inside. Just as the end of the entourage was closing on the building, the Betazoid saw a glint from across the main street. Her voice cracked the air before she even registered drawing breath.
Storm: DOWN!
Three things happened simultaneously. Some people crouched down. Alex ran to the other side of the cross street, and a shot rang out from the second story opposite. The Betazoid had seen exactly the spot that spat out the beam, and Alex returned fire in the blink of an eye. A thud was followed by raised voices nearby.
Storm: Inside!
Quickly, while watching for another shot, keeping low, she sprinted across the open area and into the apartment complex, slamming the main door to the building shut and locking it. oO Guess they didn’t get the memo about hospitality. Oo Everyone seemed to find the apartment she had been talking about, and the Boraxians seemed to be frightened enough to remain in their own abodes. The tactical officer took ten steps down the hallway, glanced over her shoulder once more, then slipped into the apartment. Storm exhaled — the sound halfway between a laugh and a sigh. Looking from person to person, she asked …
Storm: Is everyone in one piece?
Morgan/Silveira/Imril/Bancroft: Response
Cole: Once we’ve established the corridor, We can coordinate with any Boraxian units responding. If we keep them moving and calm, that’s one less ‘win’ for Andoren.
Storm: Good idea. Sil, with your permission, I think we should split up. I’d suggest Morgan, Cole, and Bergman stay here. If one family made it out this way, it’s likely that there will be more. And we will try to use this to get as many people out as possible. They may also need medical attention. Cole, you’re the gatekeeper. The people shooting at us from across the main street may come looking for you. Keep them safe.
Morgan/Bergmen/Silveira/Imril/Bancroft: Response
Alex’s eyes moved from person to person. She was the newest of all of these people to the Artemis. Was she overstepping her bounds? Was she worth following—or would her confidence crumble the moment it was tested? But this was what she knew - what she did. Never comfortable, yet always willing.
Storm: Sil, assuming you agree, that would leave you, Imril, Bancroft, and I to go down through the tunnel and stop Andoren. We should have been there thirty minutes ago, but maybe we can use the delay to our advantage. Any questions?
Silveira/Bancroft/Morgan/Bergmen//Imril/Cole: Response
Storm: Sil, you okay with bringing up the rear? ::She looked not to her department head, but to her friend.:: I’ll take point. Bancroft and Imril behind me.
Silveira/Bancroft/Morgan/Bergmen//Imril/Cole: Response
Alex made eye contact with each of her group - her eyes lingering a breath longer on Roy’s. oO We're all going to be safe, Oo she wanted to assure him. oO If something does happen ... tell Cassie. Oo But these words weren't to be spoken. Instead, she turned.
Despite her clunky boots, the tactical officer descended the stairs in near silence, while the bell was still echoing somewhere inside her chest.
~*~
Tags / TBC
~*~
Lt Alex Storm
Tactical Officer
USS Artemis
O240103SK2
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