PNPC Senior Chief Petty Officer Jenta Solana - Any Thermopylae You Can Live Through
Rameses
((ooc: A little compilation of what Jenta was facing for the last couple of hours before the arrival of the Excal))
((Outside Medbay, Gamma Module, Deep Space 33))
{timestamp - an hour before the Excalibur arrives}
A disruptor bolt slammed into the orderly that had come out to drag the wounded back into the Medbay proper, and had been forced to pick up a weapon instead to try and defend himself as the Alliance pushed hard for the tenth time in an hour.
A vulgar curse left the Orion’s chapped lips as she witnessed the too young Human male have a hole burned through his chest. She snap fired her Type 33A1 phaser rifle at the source of the shot and peppered the Sheliak’s torso with more hits than was necessary. She was infuriated. Every time they thought they had a reprieve to regroup and tend the wounded, the Tholians and Sheliak threw something else at them, or sent another wave. They had one hundred and fifty protecting this module when the invasion began and they were down to ninety seven.
Every emergency bulkhead between the airlocks and the medbay had been dropped and sealed and the airlock doors had been jammed shut. And transport inhibitors had been placed throughout all but the highest and abandoned levels of the module. Since then the Alliance had to throw everything at them through the sole access point from the central hub into the Gamma Module. Though, the Alliance had blocked the turbolift passage with a destroyed lift. Which worked in their favor but in Soong’s name they weren’t making this easy. Especially since they’d cut off comms to the rest of the station. Everyone here was alone, without support and they had to hope the rest of the station’s defense was going better. But given how often the whole place shook, she imagined the battle outside wasn’t going well.
Dirty, hair disheveled, with several superficial wounds, hungry and slightly parched she kept fighting on. Along with the rest of her fellow Starfleet personnel, they would hold the module as long as they held breath.
((timeskip forty minutes))
Jenta coughed deeply and let out a low groan of pain. Whatever had hit the station had blown out a dozen relays, and sent them and the Alliance troops alike ass over tea kettle. Slightly winded she gasped for precious oxygen whilst her hand went back to her rifle. When she sat up behind what remained of their fortifications amidst the coughs and sounds of discomfort or pain she made sure her weapon still worked and fired on a Tholian that had just gotten to its feet. The phaser volley hammered its exo-suit before the damned thing exploded. A nearby Sheliak went with it.
The battle resumed as disruptors and phasers alike filled the air of the entry to the Medical Pavilion like an Andorian rave. A pair of plasma grenades detonated far to her right and she let out a loud curse as their sole remaining phaser cannon exploded into a pile of molten slag. Along with the gunner who had just barely got to the weapon again.
Solana: If you’re not dead, return fire! We need to push them back into the corridor!
Dozens of acknowledgements sounded and she dared not look to make a head count. She fired her rifle until she had to replace the energy cell again. At least five Sheliak dropped before she did and two more Tholians, but there were just more of them. She glanced back at the medical bay not but twenty meters behind their lines. She quickly ran from her cover amidst fire and braced against a wall just inside. A terrified crewman in gold, an engineer, looked at her and she could see the faces of just a few of the hundreds beyond in the pavilion. So many wounded and an overworked and exhausted medical staff. She didn’t know if they could hold much longer and had to do what she could to protect them.
Solana: Drop the emergency bulkheads.
Engineer: What?!! That’ll trap you in there with them!
Solana: We don’t have a choice. As soon as you see me get clear of it, drop the bulkheads on both sides. ::She solemnly added with a hand on his shoulder:: For your tomorrow we gave our today.
She didn’t wait for a response or argument, the Orion merely hefted her rifle in hand once more and gave a quick look back at the fighting before she broke into a dead run. She slid to a hard stop against the barricade she’d been at previously and glared back the way she came. A moment later the massive emergency bulkheads slammed down in place behind them. Obscuring and completely cutting them off from everyone but the enemy. There would be no withdrawing wounded. No support from the handful tasked to guard the interior of the pavilion.
The Alliance troops, now trapped in there with them, who sadly outnumbered the still would also at least have no further support until and unless they killed every last one of them. The edge of her lips curled slightly at that thought.
((timeskip 25 minutes - Excalibur Marines arrival))
A goran of metal, as if the station itself protested its current state, heralded the slow retraction of the emergency bulkhead doors that had sealed the entry to the medical pavilion and access to the Gamma module from the rest of the station.
The once pristine and beautiful entry was cloaked in the char and scoring of weapons fire, explosions and stained with a small kaleidoscope of different hued bloods from both sides. Bodies lay sprawled around the entirety of the space between the bulkheads as dozens of medical personnel stood back by the pavilion and waited for the newly arrived Starfleet Marines to clear the place. No one dared try and count the forms sprawled out on the deck, many on top of one another. Friendlies, enemies, some of both on top of one another clearly having been locked in hand to hand combat.
As dozens of Marines rushed into the entry, phaser rifles readied to unleash hell, while they took in the somber sights around them several groans of relief, exhaustion and pain sounded from the center of the room. A barely raised hand protruded from beneath a dead Sheliak, the curved blade hung from her thumb. Jenta was alive.
Marine: Clear!! Medics!!!! On the double!!
As Marines feverishly pulled corpses off of those still living she sat up with a gasp as she could finally breathe again, the dead weight of the Sheliak she’d killed had barely let her take a breath enough to keep a fragment of consciousness. One of her curved blades was still stuck in the side of its neck.
She felt someone grab her gently and her first impulse was to fight back.
Marine: Easy..it’s over Chief.
She let her arm fall to her side as they helped her sit up against a barricade until she cried out in pain. Yep, her ribs were broken.
Jenta’s left eye was swollen shut and she could barely see, but she dared to look around as doctors, orderlies and nurses flooded the room. When the bulkheads dropped there had been ninety seven still fighting. As the first responders took stock, twenty eight were all that was left and not one of them wasn’t wounded. Five times that number of Sheliak and Tholians lay sprawled throughout.
Grateful for it to be over finally, Jenta passed out as she could no longer hold back the fatigue.
End of Act 3 for Solana
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Senior Chief Petty Officer Jenta Solana
Security/Tactical CQC Specialist
As simmed by
Commander Toryn Raga
First Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
Writer ID: A239410TR0
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