Crewman 3rd Class Briza-Kar - Fight for Survival
Luxa Lorana
(( FOP Warrior Sports, Commercial Sector, Beta Module ))
It wasn't that Breeze was immune to stress. He got stressed when expected to talk in a room with more than three persons present. The thought of piloting another fighter would spur a fit of hairball coughing and some mild vomitting.
He just didn't get stressed about battle. Probably genetics. Probably that he was prepared for it.
Ever since the do-good (many!) foster families realised the bundle of fur they'd agreed to look after wasn't always going to fall over adorably he was left to his own for a long time.
He drifted a lot. A person without a home, then he'd found himself a mercenary. Gun for hire they called it.
He was a mean big link, and oftentimes his very presence in the room was useful. That's why they called him Breeze.
He didn't need to do anything. Be quiet. Just be a breeze in the room.
That might have been enough for him but he loved the craftsmanship of weapons. Which led him to learn more.
Then when he seen what they could do in the wrong hands, he wanted to stop it. Which led him to Starfleet eventually.
Now, that was what he done. He stopped the bad guys with the weapons. He protected those who used to fear him.
And he never got stressed about that.
Raga: They’ve taken over half of the station, but no key areas yet thankfully. We’re still cut off from the Gamma module, Epsilon, Prophet, and Zeta teams are still holding but barely. Chief, any word from the units sent to break through?
Kiran: Response
Raga: Damn, alright. We need to break through for the sake of the wounded. ::He turned to regard T’Fearne:: Ensign, were you able to confirm whether or not the Alliance has set up their own FOP in the Observatory in Alpha Module?
T’Fearne: Response
Raga: Well, that’s something at least. We’ll have to see what personnel we can direct towards that. ::To Valo:: Were you able to redeploy those force field emitters to the breach points in the promenade?
Valo: Emitters are set, Commander. Hopefully they buy us some time.
Raga: Understood. Breeze, what’s your assessment of their position? Do you think we can counter assault their forward foothold and push them back out of the promenade?
Breeze almost choked when Raga addressed him directly. He felt a hairball come up and resisted the urge to hack in Raga's face.
He could see them look at him as he stumbled to find the words.
Briza-Kar: Uhm … Yes … We could :: his eyes grew wide as they waited for more :: Ensign T’Fearne has already given us an idea. Both species have … well they aren't like us … this makes them hard to kill but it also means … they have a weakness … if we can use sound or temperature… maybe … I think that might force them back? They'd adapt of course but not after we've been given an advantage.
Breeze waited. His feline features would appear calm and almost vacant to anyone that wasn't also felinoid, yet underneath there was a storm of anxious energy brewing as he waited for them to respond … which never came …
Singh: =/\= Snowball to Raga...we're targeting the boarding craft nearest your location. Advise you to keep your heads down, decompression warning. Twenty seconds to strike. =/\=
Raga: =/\= Raga here, Snowball. Please do, it’s bad enough they’re beaming in whenever the shield’s buckle. We had to give up on Docking Port two hours ago. When you’re done with that, think you could hit the airlock near the Mebay on the Gamma module? We can’t break through because they keep reinforcing their lines there from that airlock. =/\=
Singh: =/\= Understood Commander, we'll make that our secondary target. Larger Alliance vessels are keeping a perimeter and they're trying to attrition down the stations defenses. We've lost fifteen percent of our fighters and several runabouts but we've knocked down at least five times that number. They just keep coming and we're running low on ordinance. =/\=
Raga: =/\= Copy that, Snowball. I owe you and all your pilots ice cream and drinks when this is over. =/\= ::He quickly tapped the LCARs in front of him for a station wide alert. =/\= Raga to all hands, incoming friendly strike on Docking Port 2, brace for impact and decompression. Ten seconds. =/\=
Singh: =/\= Snowball copies, strike inbound. =/\=
The station shuddered around them, he heard some cries of fear, his webbed ears pricked at it.
Somewhere deep inside his primal brain he registered it as the fear of prey and not for the first time he had to calm his battle instincts.
Singh: =/\= Good shooting Scuttles. Snowball to Raga, target destroyed. They won't be using that airlock again. What's your status? =/\=
Raga: =/\= We’re in one piece, but we’re getting hit hard here. The Alliance has taken half the station, but nothing critical yet. Keep up the good work. We just need a little more time. Our ship is coming and when they do I expect you and yours to raise hell with them. =/\=
Singh: =/\= Response =/\=
Raga: =/\= Understood, Raga out. =/\= ::He looked at those around him:: Everyone alright?
Valo: Good to go. ::He rolled his shoulder, showcasing the use of his arm:: It’s just a scratch.
T’Fearne/Kiran: Response
Raga: Good, hopefully that will reduce the reinforcements they can reinforce with…
Before the commander was able to finish the brief recess abruptly ended. The battle had resumed with the roar of weapon fire as the alliance had returned to the perimeter.
Raga: Dammit, to the barricades.
Breeze followed as they ran in pace with Raga as he charged toward the door. Weapon up and ready.
T’Fearne/Kiran: Response
When they got to the upper balcony, they had a good view of the barricade and the attacking forces.
A mass of Tholians and Sheliak were driving hard to take the junction.
Raga: Hold the line!!! ::He shouted while opening fire on the front ranks:: They’re not breaking through.
Breeze took the Betazoid ensigns lead and sprayed bursts of deterrent fire into them.
Briza-Kar: Good thinking Ensign.
T’Fearne/Kiran: Response
Raga: Don’t let them get to the upper level!
A Tholian climbed its way up one end of the balcony. A brave warrior, a fierce determination glowed in the aliens eyes.
Valo sprinted to meet it, firing his weapon as he moved. The Tholian took immediate damage to its front appendages and fell from the edge of the balcony and was lost in the throng of his fellow combatants.
Valo: Another climber on our nine!
Breeze looked to the area that Valo indicated at the other side of the upper level.
Briza-Kar: On it.
T’Fearne/Kiran: Response
Breeze ran at full speed along the balcony almost mimicking the young ensign from before. He aimed and fired at the Tholian but the angle was unclear and both shots only hit the railing.
The Tholian then noticed the large overbearing Kzinti come and let off several shots. The first missed his head, the second hit the felinoid in the shoulder as he fell back against the wall he growled fiercely.
Breeze lifted his own weapon and forced the butt of the handle into the Tholians head as it tried to climb upwards. It fell backwards, but managed to grip with its back appendages to remain positioned on the balcony.
Then from across the balcony he heard.
Valo: We have to find a way to slow them down!
It was beginning to get desperate. The Tholians ability to scale the walls and reach the balcony in the numbers they had was overwhelming them.
T’Fearne/Kiran/Rage: Response
Several more Tholians began to climb up and over. Breeze blasted one with his rifle, and it fell out of view. Then another he struck with the rifle again before firing several more shots.
Valo: oO Cool Oo
Valo: I’m no engineer, but if these guys like it hot, our fire suppression systems are likely to at the very least make them uncomfortable. Is there a way we can trigger them indirectly?
Breeze looked to Rork, he had been an engineer when he had arrived on the Ronin and he thought he might be best placed to put this plan into action.
T’Fearne/Kiran/Rage: Response
He continued fighting as the smart officers made the plans, he just hoped they'd be quick about it.
He tore at a Sheliak with his claws, as he fired off another volley of fire into the climbing Tholians.
They were almost suicidal in there persistence. He almost admired the stubbornness if it wasn't so deadly.
Briza-Kar: :: nodded :: Understood sir. I'll provide cover, they won't get past me.
Breeze grunted as he struck another Sheliak. Most had reverted to fighting hand to hand as the battle closed in around them.
The group moved along, the console that would provide access to environmental controls had three Tholians around it.
T’Fearne/Kiran/Raga: Response
Briza-Kar: Cover Rork!
T’Fearne/Kiran/Raga: Response
Tags/TBC
Crewman 3rd Class Briza-KarLieutenant Luxa Lorana
Science Officer (Astrometrics, Meteorology, Xenology)
USS Ronin
A240004LL2