Ensign T’Fearne - Silicon Plasma Mantis Climed Down The Water Spout
Teayl Thorn
(( Muster Point 4, Deck 6, Main Compartment, DS33 ))
Briza-Kar: I’m Breeze. I like guns.
Ensign T’Fearne blinked, momentarily thrown by the sudden shift in conversation. The tall feline NCO’s enthusiasm for firearms was evident, and with his marksmanship skills, it was clear he was quite proficient. She made a mental note to perhaps seek out some tips from him at the range later. Returning her focus to the task at hand, she offered a small smile and tried to refocus on her train of thought.
T’Fearne: Can we play something through the station’s announcement system? Maybe a sound or frequency they’d dislike, be confused by… or even one they might be attracted to?
She caught the raised brow Raga tossed her way and threw one of her own back. Hoping the suggestion might be helpful.
Valo: Are there any mobile holographic emitters we have access to? Even visual stimuli they might respond to.
Kiran: ::checking gear belt:: Sorry, there are no holo emitters here. Great idea, though. ::turning his head to the XO:: Commander, I'm sure you’ve got thoughts on this.
Raga: Sadly we do not, but we do have several portable force field emitters. If we can block off that corridor it’ll buy us time. We can have them deployed here to shore up the defenses, assuming we can hold this position.
Briza-Kar: Anything is worth a try.
T’Fearne::: snapping her rifle up again:: They are crawling up the walls! We are going to need the forcefield emitters if they can maneuver in the vertical plane.
As the Kzinti fired another round, T’Fearne joined in, adopting a less precise but more indiscriminate approach to cover their position. The full Betazoid landed roughly after his squad’s volley and peered over the barricade with a new idea.
Valo: There’s a bulkhead just over the corridor, it looks like it was damaged in the explosion. If we can give it just a bit more coaxing, it could block their advance. Maybe not for long but, it could buy us time. ::He looked to Kiran and offered a mischievous smile:: What do you think, old man?
Kiran: ::turning to Valo:: I like where your head is at, kid. A couple of three-round bursts should bring it down and provide some cover. What do you think, commander? Bring down the bulkhead around their ears? Well if they have ears…
Raga: I concur with the Chief’s sentiment. Good eye, Ensign. ::He turned to Kiran:: Yes. We can wait until their next push and drop it on them for a bit of a psychological impact.
T’Fearne: Sounds like a plan. Ready to execute on your signal.
Briza-Kar: Looks like they may have tired of being the target in practice? :: nods towards them :: They’re setting up a defensive position for now. Or plotting their next move.
The tall feline NCO inspected a Tholian’s carapace. It looked as though it had just self-combusted. She wondered what could cause more of them to do that and caught herself, choosing not to wish death on soldiers of an unknown cause. It was bad enough that dealt was being dealt at her hand. She casually brushed a tiny spider off her arm, she assumed it had repelled from the supports of the ceiling above. The creature could be a miniature version of the Tholians, making her skin crawl.
While the alliance troops gave them a brief reprieve, T’Fearne checked her weapons and cracker her rifle power cell case. She pulled out the overheated power cell with her bare fingers and blew into the recess to cool the connection before snapping a fresh power cell in.
Valo: ~Hell of a first day~
She felt a familiar tingling sensation at the back of her neck and glanced up to zero in on the new ensign, Valo, watching her with a look she recognised and a small smile.
Having only a vague idea of what he might have been trying to say telepathically, she smiled back as she let a thought rise to the surface of her mental barriers like a slow soap bubble until it popped.
T’Fearne: oO At least I’m not the new ensign anymore Oo :: slipping her weapon back on with a shrug::
Kiran: ::mostly to himself, running a hand through his salt and pepper hair:: No one told me Tholians explode, I mean…? They were nasty alive, but even more so after death,
Raga: It’s unexpected, and will make them even more dangerous in close quarters. So everyone be mindful when you’re fighting them hand to hand. ::He looked at them all:: We’re falling back to the FOP for now. I doubt this lull will last for long.
Valo: Bittersweet. The longer our reprieve the more time they spend preparing an offense.
The Vulcazoid noticed the increasing sweat glistening on the Bajoran Chief's brow and felt the heat intensifying. She flexed her shoulder blades against her uniform, enjoying the warmth that seeped into her muscles and nerves.
T’Fearne::: Musing to herself:: You all seem to be perspiring more than expected, even for battle conditions. The current increase in temperature appears to be having an uncomfortable effect. Could the environmental controls have been damaged?
As the commander issued orders, T’Fearne snapped back into her guard position, ready for action. The deck shuddered beneath them again, and she took a deep, steadying breath. She hoped for the swift return of the Ronin and her sister but knew the fates were unpredictable. Despite the rising heat, a chill ran down her spine. She rarely sensed emotional auras without direct contact, but now, it felt as though Death’s scythe loomed over the fragile life tethered to the station, floating suspended in deep space, its edge poised to sever the threads of their fate.
End of Act 1 for T’Fearne
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Ensign T'Fearne
Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
R240107T14