Crewman 3rd Class Briza-Kar - Blurred Vision
Luxa Lorana
(( FOP Warrior Sports, Commercial Sector, Beta Module ))
((OOC - Just jumping to latest action))
The last minutes … hours … seconds? Time was jumbled for him now. The wound in his shoulder ached, and he could feel the blood trickle underneath his uniform, through his fur and his body weakened.
He remembered shouts, his name being called and almost like a drone he followed command after command; Help Rork, help Valo.
He fought his way through the enemy forces which was an unending onslaught.
The Ronin was out there, somewhere along with the Khitomer.
Raga: Valo! Get on that cannon!!
Valo: Moving now!
Valo moved quickly to the cannon, mindful to keep himself lowered and less of a target. Smart. He fired a volley into the weakened plating just below his enemy and watched it lose balance. It wasn’t enough to drop the combatant, but it was enough to distract him as fired a volley into its main torso. It keeled over.
Kiran: Hey, Breeze. Watch out for those Sheliaks who are trying to flank us.
Breeze nodded and shot a few rounds at the Sheliak before he began to wobble and the room seemed to double. He whimpered and steadied himself and his focused returned.
T’Fearne: Response
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? =/=
A huge section of the barricade came crashing down, Starfleet personnel leaped out the way to avoid being crushed as the LA fire became more intense.
Raga: =/= Merdo. Seal that breach!! Valo, two o’clock, hammer that squad with the cannon. ::the sound of an extreme firefight played backdrop to his voice:: We’re damned glad you’re here, Karrod. We’ll hold as long as we need to, but we’ve got the station rigged, so I’d appreciate it if I didn’t have to scuttle her. Raga out. =/=
Kiran: Commander, they’re trying to pinch us. Orders?
Raga/T’Fearne: Response
Breeze held his position and could only focus on the targets coming at them, as well as maintaining his vision.
Kiran: You got it, commander.
Kiran: Hey Breeze! They’re trying to flank on your side; take ‘em out.
The doors of a turbolift swished open to reveal another wave of enemies enter the field.
Breeze fired a few shots, and then the room began to spin around him. He fell backwards briefly.
Briza-Kar: I … need …
Thankfully Rork done something that stopped the onslaught. Breeze couldn’t see anyt, he was on the ground. All he could see was a blurred mass of colours as he slipped into an unconscious state.
Tags/End Act 2 for Breeze.
