Ensign Cecil Valo - Smashing Pumpkins
Aaron
((Near Warrior Sports, Promenade, Commercial Sector, Beta Module))
Exiting the turbolift behind his commanding officer, Cecil’s dark eyes took in his surroundings. What he presumed was once a typical polished and pristine Federation starbase was now refashioned to look more like a war zone with barricades and structural reinforcements.
Raga: I’m going to check in at the FOP. ::He gestured to a storefront on the upper level with a sign that read ‘Warrior Sports’ with heavy fortifications set in front of its entrance:: Solana and Kiran should be coming from the tubes at the other end here. Go get them and bring them back here as fast as you can. Run if you have to.
Cecil followed his gesture to a shop called ‘Warrior Sports’. That would be the FOP, which he assumed stood for their Forward Observation Post. Apparently he had been paying attention in class that day. Unless he was wrong…
Valo: You got it boss.
Game time. It felt good to move as he barrelled down the corridor, jumping barricades and getting his heart pumping as he sprinted to the other side where he spotten an Orion and a Bajoran. He stopped in front of them and measured his breathing, careful not to betray the fact that he was super out of breath.
Valo: Yo. oO Inhale. Exhale. Oo Kiran and Solana? Orders are to escort you back to the Forward, Uh, the FOP.
Better to use the acronym than get it wrong. He started to flush a bit with imposter syndrome and tried to shake off his insecurity.
Solana: Well, you heard him, get a move on, old man.
Kiran: Response
And there she went. He shrugged a bit at the consideration that perhaps they already knew where they were going and followed suit.
((OOC - Ending here to bring us to current but happy to backsim!))
((Warrior Sports, Promenade, Commercial Sector, Beta Module))
Valo entered with the other two, looking around in curiosity as Raga addressed them.
Raga: Good, you’re all here. ::He whistled softly to draw the attention of those in the room and tapped an icon on the LCARs for the primary console in the room, opening a line to all Security personnel and a single fighter outside the station:: =/\= This is Raga, I regret to inform you all that our little ploy to bait the Lattice Alliance hasn’t gone as planned. The Ronin and Khitomer engaged them, but it’s safe to assume what they engaged was a decoy of their own. The Lattice Alliance is on its way here, now and it’s clear they left a while ago. Less than an hour you said, Major? =/\=
Singh: =/\= Response =/\=
Kiran/T’Fearne/Solana: Response
The Al-Leyan gestured to the holographic image above the table beside him as the data from Snowball’s ship came through. Letting everyone see the large sensor contact on its way.
Raga: =/\= Thank you Major. Get your people back here on the double and plan your defense based on the new data. Until our ships can return, you and your pilots are the only thing keeping them outside. =/\=
Singh: =/\= Response =/\=
Raga: =/\= Good, all teams if you haven’t finished your assigned tasks then double your efforts and get to your positions. Raga out. =/\= ::He looked to those in front of him:: Solana, you’re on quick response with Epsilon squad. Osiris, grab Bekka and T’Van, you three are on overwatch.
The Orion and Worene both nodded curtly, then rushed out of the room to do as ordered.
Kiran/T’Fearne/Solana: Response
Valo: What can we do sir?
Raga: Easy. You four are with me. We’re Seiuri Squad. We’ll hold the FOP but also are a quick response force if needs be. ::He gestured to the back wall lined with temporary weapon racks:: Ensign Valo, take your pick.
Now he was talking. He eyed the wall of weapons like a puppy dog eager for pets. He browsed the options slowly, intentionally, giving special consideration to each weapon before smiling at a Type 33 CQC rifle.
Valo: A 33 feels appropriate. ::A barely perceptible smile:: Besides, they are especially suited to combat in tight quarters. They were instrumental in the retaking of DS17. Plus, the stock is really great for smashing…::He looked up and shifted self-consciously.:: Um, pumpkins?
Kiran/T’Fearne/Solana: Response
Raga: The Sheliak and Tholians are both silicon based lifeforms. Heavy stun won’t have as much of an effect on them as they would on us. So, be sure to set your weapons to setting six. To that end, be damned careful what you shoot at. We’re going to have a hard enough time not losing anyone as is without friendly fire. Understood?
Cecil’s eyes were fixed on his weapon as he went through standard checks. He was pretty confident in his ability to not shoot the good guys.
Valo: Aye sir.
Kiran/T’Fearne/Solana: Response
Raga: Good. Questions or concerns? ::He looked to the two Ensigns:: Chief Kiran and I have been through this a few times together and separately, we know what to expect, so now's the time to show your fears and worries so we can temper them with experience and hope.
The Betazoid looked around at the question, letting silence hang in the air for just a moment before speaking.
Valo: I’m sorry to admit this sir, but I’m feeling a bit unprepared for the battle at hand. ::He looked to the group as a whole.:: Who exactly are we dealing with and what sort of combat tactics are they likely to employ?
He had been through his share of small scale operations when he worked in the private sector, and the academy did its due diligence on preparing cadets to handle difficult situations as officers. Unfortunately, this particular circumstance offered him no aforementioned intel or even context.
Kiran/T’Fearne/Solana/Raga: Response
The reality of the situation had been slammed down in front of him pretty quickly, but the full weight of it was only now really fully sinking in. He was starting to suspect there was a real possibility he could set some kind of record for shortest Starfleet career.
Valo: Commander, if the plan is to destroy this station as a last resort, and both supporting vessels are unavailable for evacuation…
He grimaced, unsure that he needed to finish his question. The Commander offered the possibility of hope, but it seemed like a particularly hopeless situation.
Kiran/T’Fearne/Solana/Raga: Response
Ensign Cecil Valo
Security Officer
USS Ronin
C239205AF0