Commander Toryn Raga - For All Our Tomorrows...

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(( Outside Docking Port 2, Deck 6, Main Compartment, DS33 ))

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.

Kiran: ::pointing to Valo:: Ensign, lay down a suppression fire over there::pointing off to the right of the bottle neck:: As for you ::looking at T’Fearne::Fire into that bottle neck.

Valo: Yep.

T’Fearne::: Ducking behind a barricade, her phaser rifle switching to burst mode with a satisfying zip:: On it.

Valo: Nice one T’Fearne.

Briza-Kar: More boarders. Tholian warrior caste on your nine.

Raga: I see them. Don’t stop firing until you see them drop, those suits can take a beating.

All of Seiuri Team was into the thick of the most intense fighting. The Alliance forces were hell bent on breaching the entrance vestibule. For the first time truly facing either Tholians or Sheliak in actual combat outside holographic simulations, he had an immediate understanding of the ferocious reputation of both. Whether exo-suit or just silicone physiology it easily took four to six shots each to drop either one of the species now intent on butchering them all and claiming the station.

Despite the hard fighting they were holding their positions. And then he heard it. A sound he did not want to hear at that moment. A sound he shouldn’t have heard. A transporter beam behind them. Chief Kiran hit the deck almost immediately and Toryn rolled back as a disruptor burned a hole in the barricade where he’d just been crouched. Reflexively he tapped his thumb against the side of the handle to switch the SOSAR from semi-automatic to pulse fire and squeezed the trigger. A dozen phaser beams peppered the closest Tholian behind them. When they dropped he quickly scrambled back to his cover.

Briza-Kar: Transporters … they've managed to transport through the station's shields?

Kiran: ::to the XO:: Remind me to suggest transporter inhibitors next time. Also bad news, they’re coming up behind us now, via transporter. ::he fired a couple of shots taking down a Sheliak enforcer::

T’Fearne: :: grimacing as she called out belatedly:: Hostiles at your aft.

The Al-Leyan loosed several choice curses in Esperanto as he reciprocated some incoming fire with his own and grumbled at the Chief.

Raga: We have transporter inhibitors. You and Solana installed them along with the sensor pods. The one near here must either be malfunctioning or destroyed. ::He called out::

This was an unsavory position, with the Alliance able to beam in behind them it made their current fortifications only half effective. Despite this the Starfleet personnel fought tenaciously and made them work for every step. He switched his rifle back to semi-automatic for more precision and chose his targets carefully. They hammered the Sheliak advance but more kept coming, which prompted Chief Kiran to deploy one of the thermo-plastic devices he’d brought with him.

The WOMP was deafening to his sensitive ears, which was impressive given the raging chorus of phasers and disruptors.

Kiran: ::to Raga:: Sir, I don’t know how much longer we can hold this line, with them pinching us. And I have a limited number of those grenades, but I have a few tactical EMPs. ::he took one off his belt and handed it to the Ronin’s XO: : Here, take this. Choose wisely.

T’Fearne::: calling out:: New wave incoming! They’re pushing hard at the center.

Valo: Beam-ins are becoming scattered! Multiple locations!

Briza-Kar: Commander, I suggest we fall back to muster point 4. We can't hold the line here.

Teeth grit he leaned out over his cover and fired eight shots into a pair of Sheliak about to rush their barricade. The first one dropped and the subsequent fire knocked him into his friend.

Raga: If we fall back now, the line on the other side of the vestibule will get overwhelmed. ::He gestured to the grenade launcher underneath his phaser rifle:: No need, Chief. I brought my own.

Another Tholian succumbed to his focus of fire before he was forced to drop back behind cover, the barricade being absolutely hammered by energy weapons. They were too close to their own people to use one of his own grenades.

T’Fearne::: shouting to Kiran:: I can reposition the barricades if you cover me.

Kiran: ::laying down cover fire:: GO, GO, GO!

T’Fearne: Barricade moving now.

Toryn switched back to auto fire and sprayed the area ahead, opting for suppression over precision. Even still at least two of the assaulting number dropped from the onslaught.

Kiran: ::looking at Raga:: We need to get a move on, like yesterday!

The Al-Leyan looked at Bajoran with a scowl, pure frustration at the audacity and swiftness with how the Sheliak and Tholians had already managed to put them on the back foot. The Alliance was hitting them like they were running a sprint, for the station defenders they needed to treat this as a marathon.

Raga: I’m aware, Chief! ::He fired at a rushing Sheliak and dropped him within inches of the barricade:: Crewman, get the wounded and fall back to muster point three!

He shouted to one of the other security teams already present.

Crewman: Aye, sir!

Valo: Suggesting we centralize and get cover on our backs!

Kiran: ::nodding sagely:: I couldn’t agree more. Commander, what say you?

Raga: Agreed. ::He addressed Fighting withdrawal. ::He tapped his comm badge:: =/\= Seiuri to docking port two teams. Fall back and regroup at the next muster point. Fighting withdrawal, don’t let them overrun you trying to retreat and someone make sure the damned transporter inhibitors there are working. =/\=

A Sheliak materialized before them only to fall before one of the new Ensign’s fire before getting the chance to attack the Starfleet officers.

Briza-Kar: We need to fall back while we still have a chance!

The Kzinti’s growl fit the mood of the situation perfectly to his ears.

Kiran: ::smiling:: Two for one, gotta love it.

Raga: Move it, Ensigns. We’ll cover you then leap frog back.

As if to emphasize his point he sprayed the area in front of the barricades to give the others time to fall back to a more secure spot several meters behind him so he could then fall back while still being covered.

T’Fearne: RESPONSE

A running retreat, fire, move, cover, move, cover. Rinse and repeat. It was an ancient method of withdrawal that had survived the test of time across countless species and worlds. Because it was effective.

Valo: Sir, we’re losing morale.

Kiran: ::looking at Valo:: Understood, but not the time. Rely on your training; thinking too much might get you dead, kid.

Raga: Focus on what you’re doing, Ensign. Morale shifts during battle, but the priority is staying alive and fighting.

T’Fearne: RESPONSE

This was nothing new to Toryn, who’d lost count of the times he’d been in a fire fight. Thinking of anything but the flight, and why you fought tended to get in the way and affect one's reflexes and judgment. Everyone experienced fear in a fight, but harnessing it to give you that clarity of focus was the key.

They neared the fall back position at muster point four and the awaiting security officers waited with weapons at the ready. One even shouted as warning.

Security Officer: Get behind the barricade, we're setting off explosions!

Toryn followed the Kzinti’s paw steps and dove over the barricade and into a roll.

Kiran: ::a half smile creased the corner of his mouth:: I think it’s time to blow this popsicle stand!

He settled with his back against a barricade and gave the Bajoran a raised brow while he replaced the power cell for his rifle.

Raga: What is the fascination with destruction of dessert carts? You’ve been around Humans too long, Chief

T’Fearne/Valo: RESPONSE

The enemy had been nipping at their heels and right into a bottleneck that those who’d been waiting here before them had rigged with explosives. A slight grin curled the edge of his mouth as the explosion wracked the corridor they’d run through a moment ago. The resulting debris and smoke limited visibility for a moment.

Kiran: ::covering his head and then peaking:: I can’t see a damn thing; anyone got a visual on the bogies?

Toryn moved up to the barricade closer to the incoming hostiles and peered into the haze. Silhouettes eventually caught his attention, shapes in the haze a moment before disruptor fire resumed and a mostly Sheliak contingent advanced.

Kiran: Sir, that didn’t even dent their line much…

Raga: Didn’t expect it to, we’re outnumbered here Chief. Just consider it a target rich environment. The more we take out the more they have to commit. Hold the line while I get an update on the situation.

T’Fearne/Valo/Breeze: RESPONSE

Toryn ducked behind the barricade with his back against it and tapped the Tri-bracer on his left forearm. It was tied to the FOP data and he took a moment to review the SITREP being fed to his device. Docking Port One was holding for now, apparently their transporter inhibitors had worked.

The Alliance had taken a third of the entrance vestibule but they’d managed to keep them at least mostly contained. Their emplaced sensors however in one of the Jeffires Tubes tripped. Even though they’d sealed the entrances to them in the vestibule it seemed that some of their intruders had managed to gain entry.

WHUMP!

The lights flickered further down the corridor, and the disrupter fire stopped momentarily; One of Kiran’s EMP grenades. Toryn grimaced and wiggled a finger in his ear momentarily then rose to a crouch.

Kiran: Orders, commander?

Raga: We hold here. Looks like the transporter inhibitors here are working. ::He tapped his comm badge:: =/\= Seiuri to Epsilon, hostiles have breached the tubes in the vestibule. Junction thirty seven, Alpha. See what you can do to get those inhibitors up again. =/\=

Solana: =/\= Epsilon copies. =/\=