Lt. Commander Samira Neathler - No trespassing allowed
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Samira Neathler
Jul 12, 2024, 5:07:51 PM7/12/24
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((Corridor - Deck eleven - USS Gorkon))
She rubbed her shoulder for a moment and the duffel bag lay motionless on the ground as the ship still shuddered beneath their feet. Samira wanted to know if the ship’s weapons had any effect on the Borg cube but she’d have to find out another way. The green carpet and the red emergency lights darkened the usual bright corridors. An ominous voice sounding through the speaker added that little extra.
Borg Cube: =/\= Resistance is futile. You will be assimilated. =/\=
There it was. There they were. How many Borg housed on a cube? And yet here they were through the ship’s speakers, talking as one voice, demanding in their own way that everyone on the ship surrendered, gave up their life and became Borg. Something that would be tempting, if they all didn’t have families and friends to return to. How they would return was not answered yet but it didn’t matter for the Gorkon crew. They had no intentions to be assimilated.
Reynolds: =/\= Reynolds to Neathler. How are the preparations going? =/\=
Samira stopped and quickly tapped her combadge.
Neathler: =/\= Almost done handing out the melee weapons, sir. What’s the status of the shields? =/\=
Farvor / Taelon / Finley: =/\= Response =/\=
Reynolds: =/\= The shields are holding, but they only need to drop for a second to allow some Borg in, and we might not get chance to warn you. Keep a sharp eye out. =/\=
Samira nodded. If the shields held, that would make things easier. But they had to be prepared for anything. They’d come to the decision that every security officer should carry a phaser from now on, which they did. But with what they knew from ‘their’ Borg, melee weapons could give them the upperhand.
Farvor / Taelon / Finley: =/\= Response =/\=
Neathler: =/\= Will do, keep safe. =/\=
Another tap on the combadge closed the comlink. She took a deep breath and looked at those around her. Three new faces who shouldn’t be in this timeline, nor should she, with only one task: keep the Borg away from the crew if they succeeded in boarding the ship.
And even though her place was on the bridge, trying to keep the admiral, the commander and the ship safe, she was here in the corridors doing the same task as Aegam but at another part of the ship. The appearance and attack of the cube had hastened a few things. After days filled with meetings, plotting and planning, enough melee weapons had been replicated but the distribution hadn’t happened yet. And that’s what they were doing, providing the security/tactical crew with another means to defend themselves.
Neathler: Only a few decks to go.
Taelon / Finley / Farvor: Response
She started moving again, slinging the duffel bag over her shoulder, ignoring the weight of the bag and the pain in her shoulder. Some of the crew carried their own set of knives, especially the species known for their weapon skills but others trusted on their phasers.
Neathler: In case they succeed to board us, keep in mind to keep your tricorders running. We need all the information we can get as we don’t know what technology they have already obtained.
Aegam’s department had been briefed about this but with Taelon in their midst it didn’t hurt to repeat the instruction. And with his background he probably was eager to obtain as much info about the Borg as possible.
Taelon / Finley / Farvor: Response
They reached another group of security officers. The Andorian already showing them their ushaan-tor, Samira gave them a quick nod and gave a dagger to the other officer before she moved further into the corridor. Somehow she was now grateful for the lessons Pira had given her in Andorian weapons. Though if it would be sufficient only the future could tell.
Neathler: What would be your tactic when you find yourself in a close encounter with the Borg?
Surviving was the first thing that came into her mind. But she was more interested in the skill of the others.
Taelon / Finley / Farvor: Response
She rubbed her shoulder for a moment and the duffel bag lay motionless on the ground as the ship still shuddered beneath their feet. Samira wanted to know if the ship’s weapons had any effect on the Borg cube but she’d have to find out another way. The green carpet and the red emergency lights darkened the usual bright corridors. An ominous voice sounding through the speaker added that little extra.
Borg Cube: =/\= Resistance is futile. You will be assimilated. =/\=
There it was. There they were. How many Borg housed on a cube? And yet here they were through the ship’s speakers, talking as one voice, demanding in their own way that everyone on the ship surrendered, gave up their life and became Borg. Something that would be tempting, if they all didn’t have families and friends to return to. How they would return was not answered yet but it didn’t matter for the Gorkon crew. They had no intentions to be assimilated.
Reynolds: =/\= Reynolds to Neathler. How are the preparations going? =/\=
Samira stopped and quickly tapped her combadge.
Neathler: =/\= Almost done handing out the melee weapons, sir. What’s the status of the shields? =/\=
Farvor / Taelon / Finley: =/\= Response =/\=
Reynolds: =/\= The shields are holding, but they only need to drop for a second to allow some Borg in, and we might not get chance to warn you. Keep a sharp eye out. =/\=
Samira nodded. If the shields held, that would make things easier. But they had to be prepared for anything. They’d come to the decision that every security officer should carry a phaser from now on, which they did. But with what they knew from ‘their’ Borg, melee weapons could give them the upperhand.
Farvor / Taelon / Finley: =/\= Response =/\=
Neathler: =/\= Will do, keep safe. =/\=
Another tap on the combadge closed the comlink. She took a deep breath and looked at those around her. Three new faces who shouldn’t be in this timeline, nor should she, with only one task: keep the Borg away from the crew if they succeeded in boarding the ship.
And even though her place was on the bridge, trying to keep the admiral, the commander and the ship safe, she was here in the corridors doing the same task as Aegam but at another part of the ship. The appearance and attack of the cube had hastened a few things. After days filled with meetings, plotting and planning, enough melee weapons had been replicated but the distribution hadn’t happened yet. And that’s what they were doing, providing the security/tactical crew with another means to defend themselves.
Neathler: Only a few decks to go.
Taelon / Finley / Farvor: Response
She started moving again, slinging the duffel bag over her shoulder, ignoring the weight of the bag and the pain in her shoulder. Some of the crew carried their own set of knives, especially the species known for their weapon skills but others trusted on their phasers.
Neathler: In case they succeed to board us, keep in mind to keep your tricorders running. We need all the information we can get as we don’t know what technology they have already obtained.
Aegam’s department had been briefed about this but with Taelon in their midst it didn’t hurt to repeat the instruction. And with his background he probably was eager to obtain as much info about the Borg as possible.
Taelon / Finley / Farvor: Response
They reached another group of security officers. The Andorian already showing them their ushaan-tor, Samira gave them a quick nod and gave a dagger to the other officer before she moved further into the corridor. Somehow she was now grateful for the lessons Pira had given her in Andorian weapons. Though if it would be sufficient only the future could tell.
Neathler: What would be your tactic when you find yourself in a close encounter with the Borg?
Surviving was the first thing that came into her mind. But she was more interested in the skill of the others.
Taelon / Finley / Farvor: Response
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