MSNPC Bel-Hoc: Savages (Columbia)

[Jona ch'Ranni]

((Deck 12, USS Columbia))

::Bel-Hoc and his men were assigned to take control of an area of the ship that their Shanshuri operative's intel called "Sickbay". The small group of infiltrating commandos crept forward with silent steps. As they rounded a corner, Bel-Hoc called for the men to stop in place. A group of the aliens stood in the corridor while one, a small female with dark hair, finished speaking into her communication device.::

Kano: =/\ Yes, sir. No one will get past us. =/\=

::Bel-Hoc let out a hearty laugh and spittle flung outward from his gaping jaws to the waiting floor. As he deactivated his personal phase-cloak and shimmered into view, he marveled at how wrong she was.::

::The look of horror at Bel-Hoc's appearance on the faces of the enemy crew spoke volumes to him about how close-minded they really were. Bel-Hoc believed he was quite handsome for one of his species.::

Kano: =/\= We've made... =/\=

::One of Bel-Hoc's men behind him let out a barrage of disruptor fire from his energy stave, causing the enemy soldier's to scurry for cover.::

Kano: Return fire!

::Beams of yellow and purple energy crisscrossed the corridor in a blinding firefight. Bel-Hoc could feel his glands pouring neurotransmitters into his blood, heightening his awareness and bloodlust. Still, discretion was important. He ordered his men to fall back to cover.

Kano: Keep up, they're moving back.

::Bel-Hoc smiled at the misplaced confidence she expressed. He let out a shot that threw the yellow-collared alien next to her backwards with a smoking streak acorss his chest. The glowing purple edges of the burn were a clear warning to the enemy that the Ya-Grhan meant business.::

Van-Derk: Over-Lieutenant! The Vak-Sharr is receiving scans that this ship is undergoing an imminent warp core breach!

::Bel-Hoc cursed under his breath. These savages would rather kill themselves? He wondered if it was incompetence on the part of the aliens or intentional.::

Bel-Hoc: So be it. Return to the ship. Let them do our righteous work for us.

::As his group fell back to the opening carved into the Columbia's hole, he reactivated his phase-cloak. Just before he stepped through the portal connecting the two ships, he turned back and looked at the scorched deck and walls of the intruding vessel.::

Bel-Hoc: Farewell, enemy. 

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Over-Lieutenant Bel-Hoc
Phase-Cruiser Vak-Sharr
3rd Expeditionary Force
Ya-Grhan Consociation

as simmed by

Lt. Jona ch'Ranni

Assistant Chief of Operations

USS Columbia (NCC-85279)

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