Commander Toryn Raga - Spicy Parting Gift
Rameses
(( Corridors, Deck 1, Main Compartment, DS33 ))
As soon as the flash grenade was tossed in the direction he intended to fire he closed his eyes and counted. As soon as his ears rang with the stinging sound of the flash and sonic explosion he slid along the wall to near the corner and opened his eyes. Sheliak and Tholians by the stairwell reeled from the non-lethal munition’s debilitating effects. Toryn leveled the weapon on his shoulder right towards the center of the group near the stairs, one eye looking through the targeting reticule on the side, at their cannon nearly in place and squeezed the trigger.
A large purple energy bolt shot from the end of the barrel towards the recovering Sheliak and Tholians and detonated right in the middle of a dozen or so. The resulting explosion a moment later caused a localized tremor and had blasted at least a few of their attackers back down the stairs, up into the ceiling, or against the walls or down the corridor in either direction. And those two caught directly shared a similar fate to the recipients of their plasma grenades.
Raga: =/\= Delta and Tau teams move, retake the starboard stairs and hold the line. =/\=
Delta Lead: =/\= Copy, Commander. =/\=
Tau Lead: =/\= Aye, sir. =/\=
With their right flank temporarily patched they could focus on the threat by the airlock. The fact they all hadn't been blown into space yet was a good sign. Toryn quickly set the isomagnetic disintegrator down on the floor and wielded his rifle once again.
Valo: Nice one, sir.
He gave the Ensign a nod with a gratified expression. He’d only wished he’d remembered they had one of these on board when they were holding the promenade. It would have helped even things up sooner.
Korras: I do not think we will get a better chance than now.
He heard the Klingon’s comment through the Chief’s open line.
Raga: Just a little more. I can’t imagine their fleet is faring well against three Starfleet ships. Cover Kiran and the Klingon
T’Fearne: Response
Kiran: =/\=Thanks for the help, ex-oh; we have them on the back foot. We need to keep pushing them; I’m going to make a play for the control panel to open the outer door...=/\=
Korras: I will hold them down.
Raga: =/\= Do it, but watch yourself, there’s still a few of them left. We’ll cover you from here. =/\=
T’Fearne: Response
Valo: Covering!
Valo was the first to lean around the corner and provide suppressive fire, Toryn followed suit a moment later as he stood just behind the Ensign and tilted his torso out just slightly to fire whilst having as much cover as possible. A stream of rapid fire phaser pulses shot down the corridor. A Sheliak took the brunt of his and Valo’s fire and fell.
Korras: At this rate, they are taking out more of their own than we are.
Raga: =/\= That’s a good thing, less work for us. =/\=
T’Fearne: Response
Toryn heard the now familiar sound of a Tholian’s exo-suit exploding and watched at least one Sheliak get caught in the blast. Several secondary explosions caught his keen ears from across the deck. Grenades, and based on the sound, plasma grenades. The Alliance seemed to still be putting up an aggressive push on their other positions.
Raga: Winds, there can’t be that many of them left on board, can there be? ::He muttered under his breath::
T’Fearne: Response
He fired again down the corridor and thought he caught a glimpse of Kiran near the airlock. Busy at work on the panel Toryn ducked back as a disruptor beam singed the split ends of his hair slightly. When Kiran’s voice came in over the comm again he didn’t sound happy.
Kiran: =/\= Hey, ex-oh, we’ve got an issue. The door is stuck, Any ideas?=/\=
Korras: Percussive maintenance.
Raga: =/\= Good, the last thing we need is the airlock door to be opened Chief. =/\=
T’Fearne: Response
Valo: ::Looking to Raga:: If they can drop a Tholian in front of the door, the blast might be enough.
That was a tall order and put them at more risk.
Raga: Not exactly an easy task Ensign. Better we make sure they can’t open the airlock short of using an explosive.
T’Fearne: Response
Toryn thought he could hear some banging sounds from Kiran and Korras’ direction, like someone hammering at a bulkhead with something, a few moments later the screech of a damaged door opening. He cursed under his breath.
Toryn noted Valo’s breathing was labored and leaned down to check on him.
Valo: I think I’m reading something from the enemy…
His brow raised at that, though he caught Korras’ comment from down the corridor.
Korras: We are ready.
Raga: =/\= Hold up. If you can seal that airlock and make it so they can’t open it without an explosive. We can’t risk decompressing the whole deck just on the off chance we can shove some of them out of it. =/\= ::To Valo:: What do you mean, Ensign? Telepathically? If it’s safe to do so, can you learn anything from them?
Kiran/Korras/T’Fearne: Response
As Valo pressed two digits to the side of his head. The Al-Leyan wondered if he still had a migraine. Winds knew he did, even the medications he’d been given didn’t do as much to mitigate the headache caused by the Sencha radiation.
Valo: I don’t think their goal is as straightforward as we thought. They are….looking for something? No. They already found something.
Raga: Found what?
He inquired in earnest while the battle continued to rage around them throughout the deck. He left this comm line open for Korras and Kiran to hear Valo.
Kiran/Korras/T’Fearne: Response
Valo: Whatever it is, they seem satisfied. Everything now might just be exit strategy. ::He adopted snarl.:: Something we can help with.
Toryn’s brow crinkled like ice beginning to thaw and crack. His ears began to itch madly, as his ESP sense was either triggered by the Ensign’s answer or something else.
Raga: Agreed, but I worry about what follows their exit strategy.
Kiran/Korras/T’Fearne: Response
Osiris: =/\= Osiris to Raga and Ops! We need to seal the emergency bulkheads now! =/\=
The stoic Worene, a veteran of the Dominion War rarely said much unless there was need to and even then there was a calm, coolness to his tone even when he was being emotional. The urgency in his growl of alarm put the Al-Leyan on edge.
Raga: =/\= Raga here, what’s wrong Palen? =/\=
Stergis: =/\= Response =/\=
Osiris: =/\= I managed to slip down to deck three to hunt them from behind and found three of the crew hiding in the tubes. The Alliance has a quantum torpedo on Deck three, directly below your position. An engineer and medic ran off to try and do something about it. I’m cut off from them, but it’s set to overload. We only got a brief scan but it’s maximum yield. =/\=
A cold shiver ran down his spine at the news, every time they managed to tip the scales the Alliance had a surprise waiting for them. And he wondered if this had been part of their exit plan all along or had been improvised given their frantic defense thus far.
Raga: =/\= Get out of there Palen, that’s an order. If that thing blows I don’t want anyone on that deck. Can you get to them?
Stergis/MacKenna (optional): =/\= Response =/\=
Phaser fire sounded through the comms, clearly the feline was similarly engaged in a heated battle. Toryn had to trust he could get out alive. Palen Osiris had survived much and was made a Starfleet Ranger for a reason.
Osiris: =/\= I’ll try. =/\=
Kiran/Korras/T’Fearne: Response
Raga: =/\= Chief, get back here with Korras. If that thing blows I don’t want either of you near the external bulkheads. Everyone, fall back behind the nearest emergency bulkheads before they drop. =/\=
Toryn issued the order and leaned around the corner to provide covering fire and realized just how quiet the deck had become. The sound of phaser fire still carried for several moments, but he didn’t hear any disruptor fire any more. It was not a good silence.
Perhaps it was that quiet that made the detonation more visceral, or maybe it was because Al-Leyan hearing was among the sharpest in the galaxy. A deep THWUMP from below them all as he grabbed Valo and shoved him and another crewman back towards the emergency bulkheads as only some of them started to drop. The damage to the systems he knew were already in a bad way, it was a miracle that any of them even responded. The entire deck shook violently to the point that for a brief moment Toryn felt completely weightless, and he was, along with many others, as the floor of the deck bowed upwards in a section farther from the hull of the station than he’d expected.
He felt the hard smack of his back and head against the ceiling as lighting fixtures burst, plasma and power conduits ruptured across the deck and likely several others and optical cables dropped from the ceiling like angry multicolored snakes. It felt like ages and he nearly had the air knocked from his lungs. Debris and shrapnel from the floor tore up his already mangled uniform. Sadly, the artificial gravity still worked as a split second later he plummeted towards the floor, or rather, the hole in the deck where the floor once was.
Instinctively he stretched his arms and legs out, years of habit while climbing with a wingsuit on, as he fell through the hole, passed into Deck Two and could see the floor below him was also missing. The edges bent upwards from the blast on the deck below it that had ripped through the station. A frantic reach for part of that bent up deck was the only thing that kept him from falling further, though he felt an abrupt wrenching in his shoulder. Dislocated, he cried out in pain but managed to swing his other arm up to grab the fractured deck before he lost his grip.
Several bodies sailed past him, down below a few managed to grab on like he did or had been able to grab the floor of Deck One and pull themselves up or swing themselves into the corridor on Deck Two. As he hung there with one arm he looked down and around, in pain, dazed slightly but alive. Deck Three was a charred black mess, most of the interior walls he could see were gone in the immediate area but two of the emergency bulkheads in the corridor were snapped in place, but badly warped. With a labored grunt, he managed to tap his comm badge.
Raga: =/\= Raga…to all teams. Report. Who’s still with us? =/\=
Stergis/MacKenna (optional): =/\= Response =/\=
There was a too long silence before a dozen teams started reporting in. The blast seemed have been contained to the section near where he and Seiuri team had fallen back to. Almost the middle of the deck. He slowly pulled himself up onto Deck Two with one arm. Grateful for decades of climbing experience and good old Al-Leyan muscle. He felt a few hands on his good shoulder and smiled at some of the crewmen that had fallen down with him as they helped him up. He immediately checked his weapons and noticed his rifle was sundered in half. Probably when he hit the ceiling of Deck One. His thigh holster still held his sidearm.
Kiran/Korras/T’Fearne/Valo: Response
Raga: =/\= Good…does anyone have eyes on the enemy? =/\=
Kiran/Korras/T’Fearne/Valo: Response
He half expected phaser fire in response and was almost disappointed that it took a second to hear it. Though the next thing he heard almost made him cry from relief.
Phi Lead: =/\= Yes, they’re pushing again!....wait…Marines!! The Excal sent Marines! I swear I’m going to kiss someone after this. =/\=
Toryn let the sounds of sporadic weapons fire drown out in his ears. He was in just too much pain. And if they had fresh Starfleet Marines on board now any remaining Alliance troops were about to have their silicon posteriors kicked up and down the decks. With some of their inhibitors likely still intact he imagined they beamed elsewhere on the station and had taken the lifts or stairs and were raising hell.
Raga: =/\= Good, they need to do something to earn drinks later. Hold positions around the Embassy and Ops. The Marines can mop up what’s left. ::He coughed and added with a slightly less raspy tone:: Well done. =/\=
Kiran/Korras/T’Fearne/Valo: Response
Stergis/MacKenna (optional): =/\= Response =/\=
((ooc: I think I blended everything together and as you can tell, this is to start wrapping up the fighting on board the station since the Alliance is bugging out and our ships are gonna need a push. And you know they just couldn’t leave without giving us one last surprise. But hurray, we have backup finally!! ))
Tags/TBC
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Commander Toryn Raga
First Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
Writer ID: A239410TR0
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