Commander Toryn Raga - Insulting Timing
Rameses
((ooc: Solana was sent out of the FOP along with Osiris so I’ve removed her tags. Didn’t want y’all to have to deal with three of me at once for too long. xD Also, there will be a brief timeskip to push us into the actual assault on the station.))
((Warrior Sports, Promenade, Commercial Sector, Beta Module))
He heard three sets of bootfalls on approach and looked towards the entrance of their little outpost to see Valo, Kiran and Solana.
Raga: Good, you’re all here. ::He whistled softly to draw the attention of those in the room and tapped an icon on the LCARs for the primary console in the room, opening a line to all Security personnel and a single fighter outside the station:: =/\= This is Raga, I regret to inform you all that our little ploy to bait the Lattice Alliance hasn’t gone as planned. The Ronin and Khitomer engaged them, but it’s safe to assume what they engaged was a decoy of their own. The Lattice Alliance is on its way here, now and it’s clear they left a while ago. Less than an hour you said, Major? =/\=
Singh: =/\= Response =/\=
Kiran: ::mainly to himself:: Things are about to go pear-shaped..
T’Fearne: Response
The Al-Leyan gestured to the holographic image above the table beside him as the data from Snowball’s ship came through. Letting everyone see the large sensor contact on its way.
Raga: =/\= Thank you Major. Get your people back here on the double and plan your defense based on the new data. Until our ships can return, you and your pilots are the only thing keeping them outside. =/\=
Singh: =/\= Response =/\=
Raga: =/\= Good, all teams if you haven’t finished your assigned tasks then double your efforts and get to your positions. Raga out. =/\= ::He looked to those in front of him:: Solana, you’re on quick response with Epsilon squad. Osiris, grab Bekka and T’Van, you three are on overwatch.
The Orion and Worene both nodded curtly, then rushed out of the room to do as ordered.
Kiran: ::looking at Osiris and Solana:: Happy hunting.
Valo: What can we do sir?
Raga: Easy. You four are with me. We’re Seiuri Squad. We’ll hold the FOP but also are a quick response force if needs be. ::He gestured to the back wall lined with temporary weapon racks:: Ensign Valo, take your pick.
The Al-Leyan picked up the rifle that had been leaning against the primary console installed in the center of the room. He quickly inspected the modified Type 204 SOSAR, particularly he made sure that the underbelly grenade launcher was loaded with a flash grenade. He slung the strap over his head and one shoulder then cinched it tight until it was comfortable around his torso.
Valo: A 33 feels appropriate. ::A barely perceptible smile:: Besides, they are especially suited to combat in tight quarters. They were instrumental in the retaking of DS17. Plus, the stock is really great for smashing…::He looked up and shifted self-consciously.:: Um, pumpkins?
Toryn noted the Chief pat his own phaser rifle in solidarity with the young Ensign.
Kiran: Nice choice ensign.
T’Fearne: : Giving the Betazoid a Vulcazoid eyebrow rise at the comment:: Here are the spare power packs. :: Stepping over to him and opening a supply case of rifle power cells and passing spares to the Bajoran and Raga::
Raga: The Sheliak and Tholians are both silicon based lifeforms. Heavy stun won’t have as much of an effect on them as they would on us. So, be sure to set your weapons to setting six. To that end, be damned careful what you shoot at. We’re going to have a hard enough time not losing anyone as is without friendly fire. Understood?
Valo: Aye sir.
Kiran: Aye, aye Commander.
T’Fearne: Acknowledged Commander.
Raga: Good. Questions or concerns? ::He looked to the two Ensigns:: Chief Kiran and I have been through this a few times together and separately, we know what to expect, so now's the time to show your fears and worries so we can temper them with experience and hope.
Valo: I’m sorry to admit this sir, but I’m feeling a bit unprepared for the battle at hand. ::He looked to the group as a whole.:: Who exactly are we dealing with and what sort of combat tactics are they likely to employ?
This was precisely why he’d prompted them to ask questions. He recalled well how jarring it could be when you went from the Academy, were assigned to a posting and thrown immediately into the avalanche.
Kiran: ::grim::The only thing you need to know, as I’m sure the Commander would agree, is that neither the Tholians nor the Sheliak takes prisoners.
T’Fearne: :: To Raga:: On that note, given what you mentioned about their tactics, if they breach the station, they won’t be aiming to stun or take prisoners. What are our protocols for dealing with prisoners in this scenario?
Raga: The Chief’s correct. Neither side will bother to take prisoners, we’re inferior beings to both their species and some of them consider many of us to be a plague on the galaxy. ::To T’Fearne:: It’s grim, but simple, Ensign. Shoot first. We’re keeping our weapons at levels we know will hurt but not kill them. The equivalent of a stun. But, worst case, we’re to hold the line until we have to scuttle. We’re buying time for the evacuees, ourselves and the Ronin and Khitomer. They’re bound to notice the assault and come back if they can.
Valo: Commander, if the plan is to destroy this station as a last resort, and both supporting vessels are unavailable for evacuation…
Toryn understood the sentiment and the Chief got to the kid first, an arm placed on his shoulder in comfort. The Al-Leyan nodded compassionately.
Kiran: ::hushed:: There’s always a plan B, this one just happens to include explosions…
T’Fearne: :: Holding a PADD that she had been running scenarios:: Could we take some of their ships if we needed to? Lure them aboard the station into a trap, take their vessels?
Raga: Quite. We still plan to evacuate as well, we’re just making sure there’s nothing left behind for the Alliance to claim as their own. ::he looked at the PADD in her hand and raised a brow:: Intriguing idea, though I’m not sure how feasible. We’ll want the shields to stay up as long as possible and to transport to them they’d have to come down. Ideally, they’d never set foot on board. Since that’s highly unlikely, we’ll have to settle for defending what we have. ::He added:: They’re not likely to send everyone from their ships on board in any event and from my understanding their natural environments are rather uncomfortable, or even inhospitable for carbon based life.
The Chief inspected his fear while Toryn settled his own on his person and let his rifle hang from his right side, slung over his chest.
Kiran: ::turning to Raga:: Do we have the standard fallback points located yet?
T’Fearne: : Giving a slight shrug:: My other ideas are a bit more far-fetched, consisting of moving the station somehow or transporting a few teams onto the enemy ships. Get everyone off station, blow it up as they arrive to confuse their fleet so our vessels can escape.
Again his brow raised. He liked the idea of counter attacking the enemy, but could they pull something like that off.
Raga: Hmm. I’m not versed with the station enough to know if it can be moved. Boarding parties could possibly beam to their ships to cause havoc, though at the moment with what we have on hand to defend the station I don’t know if those would be more than one way trips. ::To Kiran:: Yes. First line is the docking ports. Fallback points are at every fortified position on the promenade with the final one being here. If we’re pushed back to the FOP then we fall back into the tubes, blow the charges in the room and head for the Command Center. If that falls, we evac an blow the station.
Toryn could feel the tension in the room and Chief Kiran felt it to and beat him to the punch, a rousing, if war veteran like speech.
Kiran: Listen, folks, we’ve got a job to do. It’s time to stay frosty and watch your teammates back. Most enemies don’t fight fair and don’t expect the Alliance to be any different. Remember your training, it will serve you well in the hours to come.
The Al-Leyan swinebacked off the Chief’s words and added his own.
Raga: This isn’t a fight to the death. We’re not there yet. Our strength lies in each other. Never forget, we’re Ronin strong but it’s more than that. I mentioned it not long ago to our colleagues from our sister ship and the station’s CO. Today, we’re Starfleet strong.
Toryn paced slightly around the room and met the gaze of everyone present, his reflective eyes offered reassurance that no matter what he would fight as hard as he could for all of them.
T’Fearne/Valo/Rork: Response
The command console chirped loudly and he hurried back to review the alert.
Raga: Good news and bad news. Good news, Commander Stregis just sent a distress call and the Ronin and Khitomer have turned around and gone to warp. They’re on the way here.
T’Fearne/Valo/Rork: Response
Raga: It’ll take them several hours to get here at maximum warp. Until then we hold the station. Buy as much time for the civilians to evac. You can do this. As the Chief said, trust in your training and trust in each other.
T’Fearne/Valo/Rork: Response
((Timeskip - Forty Minutes))
Raga: They’re late. It’s almost insulting.
The Al-Leyan commented while he stared at the monitors around the room which showed the external view of the station. A few million kilometers away one after another, the Lattice Alliance starships dropped out of warp. The sleek angles of the Tholians and the boxy hulks of the Sheliak. Cruisers, frigates, a couple of corvettes and so many smaller strike craft that it looked like dozens of new stars had just filled the sky. What was more worrisome is that off all the ship signatures he didn’t see a single Juggernaut or Dreadnaught among them.
T’Fearne/Valo/Rork: Response
The enemy ships closed fast and within minutes of their arrival the station shook from incoming weapons fire. Disruptors and torpedoes slammed against her shields while the scant defenses the station possessed fire back with mixed results. A resultant chorus of cheers erupted around the room from those present as Snowball’s pilots, the full arsenal of support craft from the Ronin and DS33 engaged the enemy. Danubes, Volgas, Argos, Valkyries, Peregrines, Type 9s, 11s and even a couple of 10s and a 7 went out to meet the enemy. Toryn also noted a handful of non Starfleet vessels that must have had enough armaments to warrant their inclusion in defense rather than standing by for evac.
A handful of smaller Sheliak and Tholian ships broke through the picket line and he had to stumble back from the impacts against the station. The lights flickered briefly as well but the shields seemed to hold for the moment. Five transports escorted by fighters were engaged by some of their own but two of the transports managed to get through the defending fighters and split up.
Raga: Damn, they’re not wasting time. =/\= All teams, enemy transports are inbound to docking ports one and two. Prepare to repel boarders! =/\=
Toryn triggered an alert so Stergis and those in the Command Center would see they were rallying around the docking ports. They already had two dozen security at each with another twenty in several smaller teams ready to move where they needed to as the battle shifted.
T’Fearne/Valo/Rork: Response
Though he was the one in command of the security teams protecting the station he was not one to just sit by and dole out orders while people he cared for and who served under him did the fighting. This wasn’t a case of being on the bridge, they would likely end up fighting all over the station at some point depending on the winds of battle.
Raga: Looks like the larger transport is heading for docking port 2, so that’s where we’re going. ::He looked back at the lone Kzinti in gold within the room:: Breeze, I need you.
Briza-Kar: Response
He smiled at the Kzinti and gestured at the command console with the sensor data from the station’s internals as well as their own independent setup. Of the many performance reviews he’d had slide across his desk since launch Breeze’s had often noted how observant the felinoid was. And he needed that now.
Raga: You’re going to be our eyes. I keep hearing about how observant you are and we’ll need that. Let me know where the threats are boarding and moving to if they can’t lock them down quickly enough.
Briza-Kar: Response
He smiled at Breeze and then looked to Kiran, Valo and T’Fearne.
T’Fearne/Valo/Rork: Response
Without a further word the Al-Leyan rushed out of the FOP with his Type 204 in hand, a quick run towards the entrance vestibule on deck 6 of the main compartment.
The sounds of heavy weapon’s fire could already be heard by the time their group arrived and before he even reached the port side defenses for the vestibule dozens of disruptor bolts peppered the wall opposite the doorway that a half dozen security personnel had blocked off and used for cover.
Three wounded were off to the side while a corpsman tended to them. Toryn immediately got into the fray, dove behind the heavy cover that blocked the door and opened fire into the center of the vestibule where two dozen Tholians and Sheliak had breached the inner docking port door and engaged the twenty or so Ronin security personnel. Some of which had already been forced to fall back further into the vestibule.
Raga: We’ve got your backs! ::He announced to the defenders:: Keep them pinned and bottlenecked by the docking port.
T’Fearne/Valo/Rork: Response
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Commander Toryn Raga
First Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
Writer ID: A239410TR0
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