MSNPC Bel-Hoc: Know When You're Wrong (Vak-Sharr)

[Jona ch'Ranni]

((Demarcation Deck, Phase-Cruiser Vak-Sharr))

::Bel-Hoc felt the deck shudder under his feet and the massive drill at the far end of the demarcation deck began to whine as it initiated its power sequence. A small smile split his face.::

Bel-Hoc: The time approaches. Stand ready.

::He opened his jaw once again to taste the air and believed for a second that he could smell the fear of the intruding aliens. None had stood before the Ya-Grhan before and today would be no different.::

::The Ya-Grhan soldier turned at the sound of the metal hatchway opening and he spotted Narr-eth, the Vak-Sharr's second in command, enter the room. Bel-Hoc was careful to keep his expression neutral. He did not particularly like Narr-eth and he wasn't sure why. Something about the man's mannerisms smacked of hesitation.::

Bel-Hoc: oO And hesitation can kill. Oo

::As his superior approached, Bel-Hoc and his men stood at respectful attention.::

Bel-Hoc: Commander, what are your orders?

Narr-eth: ?

Bel-Hoc: Of course, Commander.

Narr-eth: ?

Bel-Hoc: What tactics do you suggest?

Narr-eth: ?

Bel-Hoc: It will be done.

::His attention was momentarily diverted as the drillhead began to spin, gaining speed. As the large assembly was positioned, the military officer could feel the thrum of vibrations in the deck plating. It was now only a matter of time.::

((Time skip))

::After what seemed like an eternity, the Vak-Sharr was able to bring down the enemy's  defenses to a point where the offensive drill could be used directly against their hull. Through the screeching of metal on metal, Bel-Hoc watched as a pathway to the other ship's interior was slowly formed. After puncturing their flimsy armor plating, it was a simple maneuver for the drill's center to iris open and create a secure boarding path for the troops.::

Bel-Hoc: Forward!

::He slapped the device at his wrist and phase-shifted into nothingness. Determinedly, he stepped toward the waiting opening.::

((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.::

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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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