Commander Toryn Raga - This Is My Boomstick
Rameses
(( Corridors, Deck 1, Main Compartment, DS33 ))
Following a series of acknowledgements he ran back down the corridor away from the fighting on the port side and pushed through the staggered units he’d positioned in every corridor.
Around them the sounds of the intense battle being waged, their desperate last stand to hold the station against an equally desperate enemy was a haunting backdrop. He turned down an adjacent passage and ahead at the next junction dozens of green and amber beams crisscrossed the space from the fire fight they ran towards. Five of their own held this side of the junction, taking turns to turn fire down the corridor to the left. When he reached them Toryn tapped one on the back gently and leaned out.
Raga: Winds, there’s more of them. They must have beamed in reinforcements.
Crewman: Yes, sir. They destroyed the transport inhibitor near the airlock and have been beaming in for the last minute. Don’t know why they aren’t now though.
Raga: You can thank Ensign, T’Fearne for that. ::He gestured to the inhibitor on her person:: Ensign, set up one of those other two in that room right there. ::He gestured to the door a couple of feet from them::
Kiran: With them not able to beam in now, can we force them towards that stairwell?
T’Fearne/Valo: Response
Raga: Kiran, Valo. Thermoplastic grenades, on the count of three the rest of you give us covering fire and then we toss them.
Koras: Understood.
Rork grabbed for his grenade, it felt smooth in his hand. Nasty little bugger, though.
Kiran: Ready whenever you are ex-oh. ::he armed the grenade::
T’Fearne/Valo: Response
He nodded at the near dozen people around him and then gave the count.
Raga: Three….two…one. Cover!
Kiran: Here goes nothing!
T’Fearne/Valo: Response
As everyone tasked with suppressive fire unleashed a barrage on the Alliance position he stepped out, triggered the grenade and hurled it hard enough that it slammed into a Sheliak’s face with enough force to send the silicon enemy reeling backwards a moment before the muniton went off and caught it, as well as three other Sheliak and Tholians in the blast.
WOMP! WOMP! WOMP!
A disruptor beam slammed into the wall in front of him as he pulled back from having thrown the grenade and one of the security with them cried out in pain. The beam partially scattered off the corner of the wall and amidst wails of pain the half Bajoran scrambled back, hands clutched to his face. His eyes were completely seared by the beam.
Raga: Medic!!!! Get him back!
Toryn ordered and took the wounded Petty Officer’s place, his phaser rifle sprayed beams down the corridor ahead. Four enemy, two Sheliak and two Tholians were at the airlock door, between their friends on both sides that offered a protective line.
Korras: ::pointing at a hatch to a maintenance shaft:: Is this shaft connected to the one there? ::indicating another hatch near the group of alliance soldiers::
Kiran: ::looking to Korras:: I think so? Not too familiar with the layout.
He fired more shots from the cover, and while not hitting anyone, he caused them to take a few steps back, a few steps was a start, anything to make them hesitate.
T’Fearne/Valo: Response
Raga: Focus fire on the ones by the airlock. We can’t let them bypass the safety lock!
The Al-Leyan squeezed off several shots toward the group in question, over the heads of those holding the enemy’s line or between them. He managed to catch one of the Tholians several times, and watched them drop after a few beams struck its shoulder and neck. Sadly, the other Tholian kicked his companion away before the exo-suit exploded and spared the Sheliak from being caught in its blast.
Korras: I can crawl through there and get close enough to them to ruin their day.
That was an interesting idea, if dangerous against Tholians. Hand to hand combat against an enemy that tended to explode when you killed them was more hazardous than usual. But, they might not expect it.
Raga: At this point we can use an idea like that, Kiran, go with him.
Korras: ::passing his phaser rifle to someone else:: Does anyone have any grenades left?
The old Bajoran grabbed the last two grenades off his belt and as he handed them to the Klingon Toryn fired back at the remaining dozen or so Alliance troops between them and the airlock. Only three were at the airlock itself but the rest held the line.
Kiran: Here ::handing them to Korras:: It’s a thermoplastic and tac-EMP, enjoy. ::he flashed a Cheshire grin::
Raga: Everyone else keep firing, we have to push through their line and keep them from breaching that airlock.
The Klingon and Bajoran disappeared into the Jeffries tube while the crew continued the intense firefight. To their right he could see that the Alliance were mid hard push up the stairs around the corner and their people for the moment held them back.
T’Fearne/Valo: Response
Kiran: =/\= Kiran to Raga, Commander I have an idea… =/\=
He leaned out to fire at one of the Sheliak by the airlock but a Tholian in between stepped in and took the brunt of his shots. Several disruptor bolts slammed into the bulkhead in front of him and forced him back again.
He got a glimpse of some of their enemies being distracted.
Raga: =/\= Out with it, Chief. Time isn’t on our side. =/\=
Rork suppressed a chuckle.
Kiran: =/\= They can’t decide whether to attack us or you. I say we heard them toward that nice juicy airlock. =/\=
Raga: =/\= Good idea, but I think we have some more people on their flank. It looks like they’re already firing back at someone else. Can’t tell who. But your cleared to engage…we’ll try.. =/\=
A trio of loud explosions went off down the right corridor, away from the airlock and near the stairs. Toryn leaned against the wall and instead of looking towards the airlock on the left he peered right. Just in time for the third plasma grenade to disintegrate two officers in gold uniforms.
They weren’t the only ones with grenades and unlike Starfleet’s the Alliance’s were all lethal.
Raga: =/\= Damn, they just overran the position by the starboard stairs with plasma grenades. Secondary lines watch your flank. Kiran, we’re being pincered. If you’re going to push that airlock we may not be able to cover you. =/\=
T’Fearne/Valo: Response
Kiran/Korras: Response
Disruptor fire now hammered their position at the neck of the T junction from both directions. Which was less than ideal. Being against the left side wall he faced right and squeezed the trigger on his phaser rifle, rapid firing phaser bolts down the newly overrun position.
Raga: Valo, cover the left corridor but stay on the right side of our hallway. Like I’m doing on my side. This will keep you safe from fire down the opposite side, but you’re more exposed to the one you’re firing at.
The other crewmen and officers with them did the same, spreading to both sides of the corridor they were in to trade places firing the opposite way. This way was necessary but also required timing to not end up with friendly fire.
T’Fearne/Valo: Response
Kiran/Korras: Response
As Toryn was forced to shift away from the junction to avoid being hit he swapped with another crewman who returned fire. A pair of disruptor bolts slammed into the Human’s chest a few moments later and he fell to the floor before someone else dragged him clear of the fighting. Things were getting bad and yet, as if the herald of retribution their comms flared with a recently familiar voice.
Nicholotti: =/\= To all Lattice Alliance ships and forces; you have picked the wrong day and the wrong people to bring this fight to. You have ten minutes to withdraw, or I will take care of that for you. Your time starts now. =/\=
The Al-Leyan exhaled curtly in an almost laugh at the sound of the Commodore’s voice.
Raga: =/\= Raga to all teams, the Excalibur is here. Help is here. Hold the Line! We are not losing this day. =/\=
T’Fearne/Valo: Response
Kiran/Korras: Response
Whether from his own words, or more likely the morale boost from hearing the Excalibur’s Commodore give her ultimatum, the fighting seemed to intensify as all he could hear around him on the deck were the exchange of disruptor and phaser fire. The Alliance seemed either more desperate or enraged by the news and intensified their assault. It felt as though they were being thrown everything the Alliance had left on this part of the station. Two more of their own took hits trying to hold back that right flank.
Raga: We’ve got one flash grenade left. Valo, when I give the order, toss it behind you down the right corridor as far as you can.
He gestured to the grenade on one of their fellow officer’s side and then pulled the long case that had been slung over his back since leaving the Embassy. Toryn quickly unzipped the semi rigid casing and retrieved the weapon with.
Valo: Response
The Al-Leyan tapped his comm badge then hefted the shoulder mounted weapon over his left shoulder after setting it to a mid yield. It was meant for extreme combat situations, such as this and while some might worry about it punching through the hull of the station he understood this weapon well. It could blast through interior bulkheads, but the external ones were thicker and meant to handle more powerful yields than a man portable weapon as long as it wasn’t on the highest yield setting.
Raga: =/\= Raga to Kiran, they’ve overrun part of our lines and are pushing up the starboard stairwell. They’re trying to set up another disruptor cannon. I think there’s another team harassing the Alliance by the airlock, someone got behind their lines other than you. Might be a good idea for you and the Klingon to push now. I’m about to give their friends an isomagnetic greeting. =/\= ::he looked at Valo and nodded:: Now, Ensign!
T’Fearne/Valo: Response
Kiran/Korras: Response
As soon as the flash grenade was tossed in the direction he intended to fire he closed his eyes and counted. As soon as his ears rang with the stinging sound of the flash and sonic explosion he slid along the wall to near the corner and opened his eyes. Sheliak and Tholians by the stairwell reeled from the non-lethal munition’s debilitating effects. Toryn leveled the weapon on his shoulder right towards the center of the group near the stairs, one eye looking through the targeting reticule on the side, at their cannon nearly in place and squeezed the trigger.
A large purple energy bolt shot from the end of the barrel towards the recovering Sheliak and Tholians and detonated right in the middle of a dozen or so. The resulting explosion a moment later caused a localized tremor and had blasted at least a few of their attackers back down the stairs, up into the ceiling, or against the walls or down the corridor in either direction. And those two caught directly shared a similar fate to the recipients of their plasma grenades.
Raga: =/\= Delta and Tau teams move, retake the starboard stairs and hold the line. =/\=
Delta Lead: =/\= Copy, Commander. =/\=
Tau Lead: =/\= Aye, sir. =/\=
With their right flank temporarily patched they could focus on the threat by the airlock. The fact they all hadn't been blown into space yet was a good sign. Toryn quickly set the isomagnetic disintegrator down on the floor and wielded his rifle once again.
T’Fearne/Valo: Response
Kiran/Korras: Response
((ooc: I left tags in for T’Fearne to make it easier for her to hop back into things whenever she’s ready. But don’t worry about waiting on her to post until she lets us know she’s back. ))
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Commander Toryn Raga
First Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
Writer ID: A239410TR0
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