Lt. Cmdr. Ian O'Connor- Mopping Up the Tholians
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((Reactor Room, The Lid, Moon Sigma in orbit of Gas Giant A, Ross 580 System))
O’Connor: Radiation or maybe the containment field must be…
Ian cut his words short as he saw two fully adult Tholians enter the chamber from a crumbling side passageway.
Wren: Oh, that’s-
Renaie tensed, seeing a tholian rearing up, a cacophony of clicking and squeaking. They stepped in front of the others, trying to protect them-
Ian could only watch as they were swiped across the arm.
Shortrith: ::Before anyone else says anything, through gritted teeth:: I'm fine - I'll deal with it soon enough.
Ian stepped up looking around for something to use as an improvised weapon. He puffed up looking as intimidating as a crackling voiced, pimply faced, skinny teen in an oversized EV suit can.
O'Connor: Get back.
He grabbed the nearest object, which just happened to be a mop and swung it at the Tholian in front of Renaie. Dirty water slopped across the crystalline face. It retaliated, lashing out with a front appendage and barely missing. Ian swung the mop again but the Tholian managed to mostly duck, only getting dripped on by trailing water.
O’Connor: Woah, ok. We need to get outta here.
T’Fearne: Response
Rurat'dari was too focused on the Tholians to notice the injury.
Rurat'dari: Okay, fine… I'll come with you…
O’Connor: ::sarcastically:: Well if that’s all it took.
Renaie noticed an escape route and bolted, gesturing to the others. Fortunately enough, they managed to convince Rurat'dari to follow behind. Ian flung the mop bucket in the Tholians direction but ended up splashing dirty water everywhere.
O’Connor: :: he sighed to himself:: Damn, worked on the witch. ::to everyone:: Go! follow Renaie.
Slipping on the wet floor, Wren crashed into T'Fearne, causing them to wipe out..
Wren: Sorry, I’m sorry! I- are you okay?
Renaie stayed silent, their right hand fixed on their left forearm, trying to stem the flow.
Ian reached out one hand helping Wren up while still jabbing out with the mop at the Tholians
O’Connor: We need to fall back
T’Fearne: Response
Wren: I don’t know what’s stalling the weapons, but I have to make sure it’s safe to even fire them before I get started on that. I need to get back to the monitor, my PADD is with Shortrith
Shortrith: Take it…
They gently passed the PADD to Wren awkwardly with their left arm.
As they did they’d managed to retreat almost into the hall.
Rurat'dari: ::sarcastically:: Well done.
O’Connor: Open to better ideas
T’Fearne: Response
Wren: Hang on, I know a trick, it’ll give us a couple seconds. ::pulling out a tricorder from her bag, fiddling with it a little:: Okay. Cover your ears and count to five
Renaie covered their ears, 'dari flinched and Ian flailed the mop.
A high pitched burst shattered a number of nearby screens and sent the Tholians reeling backward several steps.
Rurat'dari: What was that?
Shortrith: I… I don't know, actually. But it may have worked.
O’Connor: ::looking at ‘dari but patting Wren on shoulder.:: Effective.
They all stepped back into the hallway and Ian closed the door.
O’Connor: ::looking a T’Fearne:: See if you can get it to hold.
T’Fearne: Response
Renaie pulled out a med kit and began working on themself.
Rurat'dari: ::about the Tholians:: I was hoping to avoid that.
O’Connor: We don’t always get what we want.
Wren/T'Fearne: Response
Renaie continued applying pressure to the wound, shuffling the Battlefield Trauma Kit towards their arm with their foot. Leaning their injured arm on their leg for pressure, they picked up the kit with their right hand.
Shortrith: ::slightly out of it:: Huh?
Rurat'dari: The Alliance knows you're here.
O’Connor: Yeah, and it won’t matter that we just want to help.
Wren/T'Fearne: Response
Shortrith: ::Grimacing, slightly sarcastic:: Lovely.
Rurat'dari: What's your next move?
Ian pulled out his own tricorder and scanned again.
O'Connor: There is still another technician near here. Definitely Bajoran life sign. We’d have to get past those Tholians though. Ideas?
Wren/T'Fearne/Shortrith/Rurat'dari: Response
O’Connor: Maybe, that’s a lot of crawling through rubble though.::to Shortrith:: You gonna be able to? or do you need to head back to the Creche? It’s ok either way.
Wren/T'Fearne/Shortrith/Rurat'dari: Response
O’Connor: All right then. :: points forward with the mop:: Let’s go.
Wren/T'Fearne/Shortrith/Rurat'dari: Response
TBC/Tags
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Lieutenant Commander Ian O’Connor
HCO
USS Ronin NCC-34523
R240009IO4