Ensign Cecil Valo - Exit Strategy
Aaron
((( Corridors, Deck 1, Main Compartment, DS33 ))
Cecil was getting frustrated, it felt like they had been blasting at the alliance so long it was starting to feel like cutting down a tree with a herring. He had tried multiple times to suggest alternate ways to gain advantage and turn the tide but it always seemed to land in a dead end.
He used this irritation at the damned unstoppable waves of enemies and chucked his grenade with all the force his aching damaged body could muster. He didn’t wait to see the impact as he ducked back to cover.
WOMP! WOMP! WOMP!
Such a devastating cacophony of noise but such sweet music to his ears. It was a satisfying crunch made bittersweet when a fellow security officer cried out in pain. It seemed every step forward came at a price.
Raga: Medic!!!! Get him back!
The Betazoid provided what coving fire he could as the team readjusted.
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!
Korras: I can crawl through there and get close enough to them to ruin their day.
Brave. Not surprising coming from a Klingon though. He was appreciative not for the first time to have him with them.
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?
Kiran: Here ::handing them to Korras:: It’s a thermoplastic and tac-EMP, enjoy.
Raga: Everyone else keep firing, we have to push through their line and keep them from breaching that airlock.
The two officers vanished into the jeffries tube at varied intervals. Two men less on their line but the tactical investment was sure to be worth it.
T’Fearne: Response
Kiran: =/\= Kiran to Raga, Commander I have an idea… =/\=
Raga: =/\= Out with it, Chief. Time isn’t on our side. =/\=
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. Cecil followed the commander's lead and looked out for a vantage just in time to see allies disintegrating. His stomach twisted into a knot. His anger welled up.
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. =/\=
Valo: I have eyes on our 9, pressure inbound.
T’Fearne: Response
Kiran: =/= We can hold here for the time being, commander, but we’ll need to rush that airlock sooner rather than later. =/=
Korras: Response
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.
Valo: On it.
Cecil gave a nod to the crewman opposite him and they found a quick rhythm of fire, lancing beams into the enemy on both sides of the T with enough consistency to apply heavy pressure and keep them at bay.
T’Fearne: Response
Korras: Response
Kiran: Look, someone is making a ruckus on the other end of this, and it’s distracting them. I saw that we used that to our advantage and pushed the airlock. If we can reverse this on them and shove them in it, instead of air-locking the entire deck, just the remaining Alliance forces.
Korras: Response
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 Betazoid felt relief wash over him, he didn’t recognize the voice but he certainly wasn’t mad at the confidence in the threat. Reinforcements had arrived and hopefully just in time to turn the tide.
Raga: =/\= Raga to all teams, the Excalibur is here. Help is here. Hold the Line! We are not losing this day. =/\=
T’Fearne: Response
Kiran:::smiling at Korras:: Well, I’ll be a Prophet's uncle; the backup has arrived.
Korras: Response
Reinvigorated, Cecil lifted his rifle and let out a particularly effective volley into the enemy mass. A Tholian went down and exploded immediately into his allies, triggered prematurely perhaps. Another satisfying crunch.
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 sides 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: With pleasure, sir.
The First Officer pulled a huge weapon over his shoulder and readied it with cool determination. Cecil admitted a small smirk and readied himself.
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.
Raga: =/\= ::he looked at Valo and nodded:: Now, Ensign!
Cecil had two options, toss it behind him underhand and have more cover, and turn around and expose more of himself to achieve greater distance. He took the risk and pivoted, throwing them their prize with a grunt of effort, drilling it toward them with force. He completed his spin as disrupters were immediately trained on him. He was quite certain he had only just avoided death, but the deed was done, he threw his arm over his eyes at the impact.
Valo: Away!
T’Fearne: Response
Kiran: =/= Aye, saw that. We would use them as a distraction, but from here, it looks like you brought a big toy to the party. And yes, we’re pushing now.=/= ::tapping his combadge to close the channel:: Time to go Ensign.
Rork motioned Korras to follow him.
Korras: Response
With the ring of detonation sounding, his senior officer slid to the corner and let loose. A swath of beautiful and deadly purple energy charged forward with devastating effect.
Raga: =/\= Delta and Tau teams move, retake the starboard stairs and hold the line. =/\=
Delta Lead: =/\= Copy, Commander. =/\=
Tau Lead: =/\= Aye, sir. =/\=
Raga switched back to his rifle and Cecil gave him an admiring nod.
Valo: Nice one, sir.
T’Fearne: Response
Raga/T’Fearne/Korras: Response
Kiran: =/=Thanks for the help, ex-oh; we have them on the back foot. We need to keep pushing them; I’m going to make a play for the control panel to open the outer door...=/=
Raga/T’Fearne//Korras: Response
Valo rounded his weapon on the corner and offered cover fire as Kiran’s plan came closer to fruition.
Valo: Covering!
He couldn’t see Kiran or Korras directly, but he had a good idea of their general position and held his choke point.
Raga/T’Fearne/Korras: Response
Kiran: =/= Hey, ex-oh, we’ve got an issue. The door is stuck, Any ideas?=/=
He wasn’t really sure if it was his place to return the call, but a solution came to mind.
Valo: ::Looking to Raga:: If they can drop a Tholian in front of the door, the blast might be enough.
Admittedly, it was easier said than done.
Raga/T’Fearne/Korras: Response
Cecil took a breath of electrical-smelling smoke that he was pretty sure was going to cook his brain before too long, especially how used to it he was becoming. Who knew what kind of chemicals and compounds were mixing with the various biology being disintegrated into the air. Better not to dwell…
He took a moment to lean against his cover and regulate his breathing, he had bigger things to worry about right then. As he closed his eyes and focused himself, he picked up on something.
Valo: I think I’m reading something from the enemy…
Kiran/Raga/T’Fearne/Korras: Response
He nodded at the suggestion and focused his probing. His eyes closed, and he put two fingers to his temple. He wasn’t sure it would help, but he had seen it in an Earth cartoon about mutants once and thought it looked pretty cool.
Valo: I don’t think their goal is as straightforward as we thought. They are….looking for something? No. They already found something.
Kiran/Raga/T’Fearne/Korras: Response
Valo: Whatever it is, they seem satisfied. Everything now might just be exit strategy. ::He adopted snarl.:: Something we can help with.
Kiran/Raga/T’Fearne/Korras: Response
Ensign Cecil Valo
Security Officer
USS Ronin
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