Ensign T’Fearne - Sinking into the Deep [Part 1]
Teayl Thorn
((OOC: I'm getting this half out of the way and doing a part 2 with all the tags for ppl to sim out and end of Act 2 if they want.))
(( Low-Level Promenade - Port Side, Commercial Sector, Beta Module ))
Seiuri Team was under heavy assault. Tholian and Sheliak invaders were scaling the high walkway, threatening to overrun their position on the high walkway.
Ensign T’Fearne's gaze was fixed on the battlefield, the chaos of war all around her. A teammate's fall at the enemy's hand (upper appendage) spurred her into a desperate leap from the high level of the walkway. She crashed into a Sheliak, compromising its environmental suit. Dragging the injured Chief to cover, she returned fire, her movements driven by adrenaline and desperately suppressed fear.
Looking back to see who had come off the balcony to join her and was providing ground cover, she responded.
T’Fearne: Nice of you to join me. :: Patting Rorks face gently and calling to him:: Chief, can you hear me?
She didn't know where the bantering response came from, it sounded like another part of her talking. While her true self was trapped inside, terrified that she was holding the corpse of her teammate. But she could hear his heartbeat.
Kiran: ::rubbing the back of his neck:: What in the name of the Prophets happened? ::pinching the bridge of his nose:: I feel like I’ve got a Ferengi marching band in my head…
Seeing Kiran’s steely blue eyes open and sensing the bright blue flair of his emotional response, she felt a wave of relief that was all her own. At least he was conscious. She wasn’t sure if he was badly injured, but if he was talking, that was better than the alternative.
Raga: Keep the pressure on them, mister Valo. ::He then called back and gestured to the space beneath their walkway:: Medic! Down below.
Valo: Yup!
Knowing that Breeze was covering them on this level, and with Raga and Valo handling the threats from above, T’Fearne took a moment to assess the Chief. She attempted to provide first aid, but he brushed her off, grabbing his phaser rifle, ready to rejoin the fray.
T’Fearne::: To Kiran:: Hold still, you might have broken something. oO Stubborn old battle Bajoran Oo
Suddenly, the station buckled. A reversal of gravity sent lights flickering and conduits bursting into showers of sparks. Screams filled the air as people were flung to the ground or hurled into barricades. T’Fearne slammed shoulder-first into a barricade and tried not to let herself or the Chief spill into the open for an easy target.
Raga: Everyone sounds off!! Are you alright?
Kiran: All good here, commander! Well, except for this massive headache.
Before she could sound off, her sensitive hearing picked up his comm going live, emitting an excited voice.
Valespi: =/\= FOP to Commander Raga. It’s them!! They made it but they’re firing on us!!! =/\=
Raga: =/\= Calm down crewman. Who’s firing on us? =/\=
Valespi: =/\= The Khitomer!!! She just arrived and immediately opened fire on the station. And the Ronin’s right behind them!! =/\=
A surge of incredulity pierced through T’Fearne’s control.
oO Why would they fire on the station? Oo
And then she blinked away the confusion. The immediate concern was the battle at hand.
Raga: =/\= Raga to all hands, the Ronin and Khitomer are here! Be so kind as to show the Alliance the hell off our station! =/\= ::as the line closed he bellowed:: STARFLEET STRONG!!!
Fueled by the arrival of reinforcements as the Khittomer and the Ronin came into view outside the station to join in the larger melee, Seiuri Team fought back with renewed vigour. Their combined firepower pushed the enemy forces, beginning to turn the tide of battle.
Kiran: With both ships' arrival, we need to hold the line! Reinforcements are here!
T’Fearne joined, her phaser pistol blazing as she made every shot count.
T’Fearne: Understood.
The battle raged on, time losing all meaning as they pressed forward despite injuries. Commands and shouts blended into the cacophony of combat, their focus sharp on the fight.
They were not alone.
DS33 would be defended.
Raga: Valo! Get on that cannon!!
The concussive blast of a thermoplastic grenade tore through the air, landing among Alliance troops. It exploded, engulfing a trio of Tholians who were setting up a disruptor cannon. The molten plastic coated them and their weapon, sealing them in a hardened shell and neutralizing the threat.
Seized the opportunity. the Vulcazoid followed Kiran’s lead and unleashed a series of rapid phaser bursts, tearing through the hardened plastic and causing the Tholians to implode. The melted remains further sabotaged their disruptor cannon.
Valo: Moving now!
T’Fearne knew the moment Valo had them covered. The deadly pulses from the cannon sent the enemy reeling as he took over, hammering the Alliance forces with relentless fire from above. The tide of battle shifted, and for a moment, hope flickered amidst the chaos.
Kiran: Hey, Breeze. Watch out for those Sheliaks who are trying to flank us.
T’Fearne::: Feeling a surge of hope:: We can’t let up now! We need to push them back!
Raga: =/\= Raga to Ronin. What took you so long? =/\=
Niac: =/\= We wanted to make a suitably dramatic entrance...what'd you think? Too much? =/\=
Raga: =/\= Do you always come to rescue someone by shooting at them first? ::he said dryly:: =/\=
Niac: =/\= Address all your feedback to Captain Shayne. What's your condition? =/\=
An explosion erupted, blasting a large section of barricades on the lower level not quite in front of her. The Alliance forces had managed to punch a significant hole in their defences.
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Ensign T'Fearne
Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
R240107T14