PNPC 1st Lieutenant Abryl Brynn - The Roar of Cascading Water

[Karen Morris]

(OOC: I thought now might be a good time to create and introduce a new PNPC - Abryl Brynn.  She's a Trill serving in the company of Marines stationed at SB118.)

((Narendra, Deck 15))

Abryl, Mek'leth in hand, made her way, step by cautious step, through her small, appointed section of Deck 15.  The Marines had been deployed to each of the decks.  Deck 15, which housed Impulse Engines, Impulse engineering, and Tactical sensor integration, was guarded by a larger amount of Marines, each stationed at the junction of different corridors or around other sensitive areas.  

She paced in front of the most prominent of the entrances to Tactical sensor integration.  For a while, it had been eerily quiet.  Quiet, however, is a two-edged sword.  If it’s quiet, nothing is likely out of the ordinary.  The problem is that you can guess but you don’t KNOW if anything is amiss.  On the other hand, If there are noises identifiable as a skirmish, you know that something is going to come at you.  In that case, at least you know where the skuffle is and you can be more ready for it.

The echoing quiet lasted for what felt like years; while in reality, it was only a matter of minutes.  Then an initial crackle, as the start of fissure in a dam, rang in her ears.  And just as a fracture, in a dam, would grow, the silence split apart at an alarming rate from a crack, to a cravasse, to a roar of cascading water through the breach.  

As hard as it was for her, the Marine stood her ground amidst the cacophony of phaser fire, crashes, screams, and loud thuds.  Returning to her post directly in front of the door, her eyes vascillated between the direction from which the noise came toward her, and the other direction that was still filled by a ponderous silence.  But, First Lieutenant Brynn, ever wary and cautious,  didn’t plan to be taken by surprise.

The sounds began more and more to emanate in her direction until she saw a body turn the corner toward her at the junction.  With the man’s eyes still fastened on the ensuing onslaught, he called over his shoulder.

Unknown Marine:  They’re coming.  Get ready.  We’ve lost Simmons and Hardrin.

Abryl recognized the voice as 2nd Lieutenant Nila - a Bajoran in her company.   Nila started backing toward her step by step, but once she was around the corner, she headed to Abryl’s side.  

Nila:  We can fight better if we can have each other’s backs. ::Glancing down at Abryl’s Mek’leth.::  I’m wishing I had made a choice like that at this moment.  They’ve adapted to our rifles and I only have my knife.

The Trill’s eyes were still fixed on the corner, watching for the first signs of movement to accompany the raucous noise.

Brynn:  Remember, If we encounter any crewmembers, try to incapacitate…

But concurrent with her admonition, the action finally spilled around the corner as a waterfall crashes over the rockface toward the doom of those at the bottom if they are caught in its wake.  The two - a Bajoran and a Trill - stood ready to take on the rush.  One of those headed their way was another of the Marines.  He was wounded but still fighting.

Oo  At least that makes three of us. oO

But after that, there was no more time for thoughts, training took over.  There is a reason that combat Marines train for hours a day.  Their movements become axiomatic.  And in preparation for this encounter, they had been battling the Borg in simulation after simulation.  

Abryl knew what she was doing.  The first Borg who came at them wasn’t someone she knew from their ship.  To that woman, she showed no mercy, severing head from body.  However, when she angled herself to get a better swipe at the next Borg, she saw one of her friends, Lieutenant Simmons, only at the very last second was she able to adjust her strike so that it missed her midsection and instead sliced through part of Simmons shoulder rendering that arm useless.  Now knowing who she was dealing with, she brought her mek’leth around again and strike the hilt against the side of the Borg’s head with a sickening crack.  Brynn could only hope that the woman wouldn’t suffer permanent damage.

But there wasn’t much time else.  The fight intensified.  It was as if this batch of Borg’s sole intent was to get into the Tactical sensor room.  Blades clashed, severed, and worked their deadly damage.  

Ten minutes later, bloodied and injured, two of the three - Brynn and Nila were still standing.  Some of the Borg were still alive, but damaged in such a way that unless one stepped up close to them, they couldn’t do any harm.

Brynn:  =/\= Medical, we have wounded on deck 15. But be aware, there are some incapacitated Borg among them, and some of those Borg are even our shipmates.=/\=

But at that moment the two battered Marines heard.

Korras:  =/\= All hands, brace for impact.=/\=  

Brynn and Nila headed the warning.

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1st Lieutenant Abryl Brynn

Marine

SB118

As simmed by

LtJg Sasch Kreshkova
Helm
SB 118
OPSO240103SK2