General Trampis Osben - never say die
Noelle Motuelle
((Meranda VII - USS Casanova Sr.))
Osben: =/\= Then die. =/\= ::he growled.::
When the comm officer on his ship reacted too slowly to what he thought should have been instant, he pulled his phaer and shot the woman without a second thought. Someone else ended the commline.
Osben: Evasive maneuvers, charge weapons ::he panted out.:: Give me a report! I want to know everything about that damned ship and its ::insert fowl word here.:: weaknesses. Don’t let the ::insert another bad word here.:: thing get away.
And so the game began.
The enemy’s ship began to move, taking up one of the many evasive maneuvers he had come to know. The perk of stolen equipment. There would be no hesitation, no quarter, no mercy. All he had to bring back was the ship. The rest could get explained away. And that's how he fought.
Osben: Fire photons, take out the bridge.
He oozed himself up out of the small seat he occupied, a loud groan and more panting left him. It could almost be said that one could feel the floor give under the oversized, towering man’s step.
One thing that didn’t happen for Osben, was chaos on the bridge. No actually it was all very simple. He gave an order and everyone followed it. Only the most important information was shouted out in the heat of the moment. And anyone who had worked with him for a day knew that there were very few things that he felt were important. Trampis didn’t care about life support or lost plating on some deck. He didn’t care about how many were sent to sickbay or dead.
Only how the enemy ship fared after each shot mattered. He had limped more than one ship back when needed.
They fired at the bridge, one volley after another. Direct hits that worked to weaken the head of the snake.
They were fired upon also. The ship before them twisted and sent out a truly impressive wave of photon torpedoes. Their ship rocked and moaned at the shock wave beneath their shields. A series of alarms sounded at the consoles, including the one at the captain's chair. Trampis had to catch himself on the nearest chair, which hated him for it as it took everything for the bolts to not give.
Officer: Shielding is down to 43%, port side.
Trampis slobbered his lips together as he huffed back into the throne-like chair in the center of the bridge. He thought for a moment.
Osben: What’s their target?
Officer: Warplines -
The lights flickered and anything not secure fell. But with the bridge not their target, there was nothing catastrophic. Not yet anyways.
Osben: Reposition us then!
Trampis fought like an animal. Keep their back away from the offending ship, keep low and protect the vitals. It was also where his unpredictability came from. The fight till the death, and even the chewing off of limbs when it came to it.
Officer: They’re firing again -
Osben: Fire back! Target their shielding and engineering, ::he face pudgy, turned red with excitement.:: fire righ’ up their a**.
Again they went to blows. His ship groaned as they moved in tight quarters.
Officer: We’ve lost aft shielding - ::one could tell the man didn’t want to say that.::
Osben: Reroute power from everything we don’t need. Fire at the bridge, four rounds, then aim for their engines, lay everythin’’ we’ve got at them - well most everything.
The last part was more to himself. So if the gunny didn’t hear him and destroyed the ship, he had a scapegoat. He wanted to just destroy it. Someone like Trampis didn’t get an ugly pedigree by playing nice or actually following orders.
Osben: Don’t let them out of your sight and don’t let up.
The pilot, and crazy broad who worked with Trampis for a long while, bent the ship to its max making sure that their weak spots were kept from direct view. She didn’t need to be told. He liked her for it, and would use her for as long as she was useful. The ship slugged though.
Officer: We’re leaking plasma -
Osben: Fire again, keep us moving - call engineering - tell them to cover the leak. Open comms
Officer: comms open.
Osben: =/\= Last chance Starfleet mutts, surrender now.=/\=
Dal: =/\= ?
TBC/Tags
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General Trampis Osben
Terra Prime
--Lieutenant Commander Nijil
First Officer
Starbase 118 Ops
USS Narendra
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