Ensign Cecil Valo - Pristine
Aaron
(( Corridors, Deck 1, Main Compartment, DS33 ))
Cecil was quite certain now that he was reading something from the enemy. He closed his eyes and put two fingers to his temple. He wasn’t sure it would help, but he had seen it in an Earth cartoon about mutants once and thought it looked pretty cool.
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 appeared to have left this comm line open for Korras and Kiran to hear him.
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.
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! =/\=
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. =/\=
Valo: oO Well that blows. Oo
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 could be heard through the comm line. A testament to the never-ending struggle that had overtaken the station.
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. =/\=
Things got strangely silent. Cecil was having trouble coming to terms with what that probably meant, if the enemy was in fact finished here, in more than one sense of the word, they were likely going to do as much damage as they could on their way down.
The thought was confirmed when Raga smashed into him with a powerful shove. How the man had known it was about to go off Cecil couldn’t fathom, but he could definitely appreciate it. Grateful for his forcibly adjusted position, the violent shaking of everything around him preceded a wave of force that knocked the Betazoid from his feet for the third time today. After today he was pretty sure he would be wearing grav boots to every mission.
Speaking of gravity…he hit the deck with massive force. He just lay there for a moment, contemplating the life decisions that had brought him here. Staring up at the giant hole he had just fallen through, he almost laughed at the thought of how he pictured his first mission. It certainly wasn’t being rag-dolled around a station like a ball trapped in a pinball machine.
Raga: =/\= Raga…to all teams. Report. Who’s still with us? =/\=
Stergis/MacKenna (optional): =/\= Response =/\=
Getting to his feet, thankful that he hadn’t broken any limbs in half or had his head try to explode he moved to Rage, helping him to his feet.
Kiran/Korras/T’Fearne: Response
Raga: =/\= Good…does anyone have eyes on the enemy? =/\=
Cecil looked around as the smoke cleared and felt a sort of peace at the absence of weapon fire. Were they finally through this nightmare?
Valo: No sign of the enemy as yet.
Kiran/Korras/T’Fearne: Response
Phi Lead: =/\= Yes, they’re pushing again!....wait…Marines!! The Excal sent Marines! I swear I’m going to kiss someone after this. =/\=
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. =/\=
Stergis/MacKenna (optional): =/\= Response =/\=
Valo: Is it finally over?
Kiran/Korras/T’Fearne: Response
He looked to Raga, the moment he had met him now felt like a lifetime ago. He looked down to his uniform. His sleeve torn off and tied around a wound, the gold color now more of a dusted grey, blood around his collar, frayed and tattered.
Valo: Ya know sir. When you told me my uniform wouldn’t be pristine for long, I really figured you were just winding up the new guy…
(( OOC - End Act 3))
Ensign Cecil Valo
Security Officer
USS Ronin
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