PNPC Senior Chief Kiran Rork - Bacon Double Cheeseburger
Martin Tucker
(( FOP Warrior Sports, Commercial Sector, Beta M, odule ))
As the battle raged on, they had regrouped at the FOP. Rork stretched his muscles, sore, he took note of the aches and pains. Getting old wasn’t always easy, but he wouldn’t show that to the kids. He’d seen plenty of battle, and he’s got the scars to prove it. He could point out each one, and a story was behind it. The stories he’d tell to young NCOs and Ensigns as warnings. It was a be careful of what you wish for when taking up arms, type thing.
Raga: They’ve taken over half of the station, but no key areas yet thankfully. We’re still cut off from the Gamma module, Epsilon, Prophet, and Zeta teams are still holding but barely. Chief, any word from the units sent to break through?
Kiran: ::shaking his head:: Comms have been silent, commander. I don’t like it. We’ve got wounded we need to get to, and right now, there isn’t a way through::beat:: yet.
This was one of those times where no news wasn’t good news. The two units had been sent to break through the Alliance’s line, and not hearing from them put a knot in Rork’s stomach. It was either that or the fact he hadn’t had a thing to eat since the night before. He could never go into battle on a full stomach, just the thought made his stomach churn more.
He’d have to check his go bag; he was sure he packed a power bar to two. It’d at least fill the void until this was over, and he could eat a proper Bajoran meal, though Marty had introduced to him the bacon double cheeseburger; they were damn delicious. And that’s when he decided that when it was all over, and they survived, he would order the biggest burger he could find.
Raga: Damn, alright. We need to break through for the sake of the wounded. ::He turned to regard T’Fearne:: Ensign, were you able to confirm whether or not the Alliance has set up their own FOP in the Observatory in Alpha Module?
T’Fearne: Response
Raga: Well, that’s something at least. We’ll have to see what personnel we can direct towards that. ::To Valo:: Were you able to redeploy those force field emitters to the breach points in the promenade?
Valo: Emitters are set, Commander. Hopefully, they buy us some time.
Hopefully, the Alliance wouldn’t take those out like they had with the transporter inhibitors, which had allowed them to beam behind them earlier. Rork was pretty sure they captured at least one transporter room; if he had his way Kiran would want to go and stop that before it got any bigger. It just seemed like the Alliance had an unending supply of warriors.
It was maddening.
Raga: Understood. Breeze, what’s your assessment of their position? Do you think we can counter assault their forward foothold and push them back out of the promenade?
Briza-Kar: Uhm … Yes … We could :: his eyes grew wide as they waited for more :: Ensign T’Fearne has already given us an idea. Both species have … well they aren't like us … this makes them hard to kill but it also means … they have a weakness … if we can use sound or temperature… maybe … I think that might force them back? They'd adapt of course but not after we've been given an advantage.
The voice of the Ronin’s CAG came through a static-y comm channel.
Singh: =/\= Snowball to Raga...we're targeting the boarding craft nearest your location. Advise you to keep your heads down, decompression warning. Twenty seconds to strike. =/\=
Raga: =/\= Raga here, Snowball. Please do, it’s bad enough they’re beaming in whenever the shield’s buckle. We had to give up on Docking Port two hours ago. When you’re done with that, think you could hit the airlock near the Mebay on the Gamma module? We can’t break through because they keep reinforcing their lines there from that airlock. =/\=
Singh: =/\= Understood Commander, we'll make that our secondary target. Larger Alliance vessels are keeping a perimeter and they're trying to attrition down the stations defenses. We've lost fifteen percent of our fighters and several runabouts but we've knocked down at least five times that number. They just keep coming and we're running low on ordinance. =/\=
Raga: =/\= Copy that, Snowball. I owe you and all your pilots ice cream and drinks when this is over. =/\= ::He quickly tapped the LCARs in front of him for a station wide alert. =/\= Raga to all hands, incoming friendly strike on Docking Port 2, brace for impact and decompression. Ten seconds. =/\=
Singh: =/\= Snowball copies, strike inbound. =/\=
The station shuddered around them and it made the hair on the back of Rork’s neck stand on end.
Singh: =/\= Good shooting Scuttles. Snowball to Raga, target destroyed. They won't be using that airlock again. What's your status? =/\=
Raga: =/\= We’re in one piece, but we’re getting hit hard here. The Alliance has taken half the station, but nothing critical yet. Keep up the good work. We just need a little more time. Our ship is coming and when they do I expect you and yours to raise hell with them. =/\=
Singh: =/\= Response =/\=
Raga: =/\= Understood, Raga out. =/\= ::He looked at those around him:: Everyone alright?
Valo: Good to go. ::He rolled his shoulder, showcasing the use of his arm:: It’s just a scratch.
Kiran: Keep in mind this is a marathon not a sprint, we dictate the board, not them.
T’Fearne: Response
Raga: Good, hopefully that will reduce the reinforcements they can reinforce with…
The commander was interrupted by the sounds of weapons fire, which brought the brief respite to an end. The Alliance was back on the front foot and pushing the Starfleet contingent.
Raga: Dammit to the barricades.
Rork turned on a heel and turned to follow the commander, they needed a big ole W here it would go a long way into shifting the tide in their favor, the slight problem was they kept beaming or walking through the front door like they owned the place and the last time Kiran check that was in fact not true.
Rork got behind a barricade and immediately let loose with three-round bursts.
Kiran: ::yelling:: Fire in the hole!
Rork pushed the button and tossed a thermoplastic grenade. It landed in the middle of a group of Tholains. They heard the beeping and turned around to inspect it, and before they could run the thing exploded, launching the thermoplastic material to incase the four Tholians who thought it a good idea, just stared at the bloody thing.
T’Fearne: Response
They had a good view of the barricade and the attacking forces when they got to the upper balcony. A mass of Tholians and Sheliak were driving hard to take the junction.
Raga: Hold the line!!! ::He shouted while opening fire on the front ranks:: They’re not breaking through.
Breeze took the Betazoid ensigns lead and sprayed bursts of deterrent fire into them.
Briza-Kar: Good thinking, Ensign.
T’Fearne: Response
Kiran: Damn ::firing his phaser rifle:: They’re everywhere! Bunch of bugs.
Raga: Don’t let them get to the upper level!
A Tholian climbed its way up one end of the balcony. A brave warrior, the alien's eyes glowed with fierce determination. Valo sprinted to meet it, firing his weapon as he moved. The Tholian took immediate damage to its front appendages, fell from the edge of the balcony, and was lost in the throng of his fellow combatants.
Valo: Another climber on our nine!
Briza-Kar: On it.
Kiran: We can’t give this up, the Ronin and Khintomer are on the way to hopefully reinforce us. Because if we’re being honest, this is the ride. They cannot pass, not now, not ever!
Rork fired his rifle again as the Tholians and now a Sheliak or two were climbing up towards them at an alarming rate, He fired another three-round burst, taking out the Sheliak, straight to the noggin.
T’Fearne: Response
A couple of Tholians saw what we were doing and figured out from what he could tell was a combat them. One Tholian seemed smarter than his brethren firing at the struts that held up the balcony. The balcony shuttered, Rork peered over the railing to try and get a shot at him, but he was using cover effectively, so he couldn’t get a clear shot.
Valo: We have to find a way to slow them down!
It was beginning to get desperate. The Tholians' ability to scale the walls and reach the balcony in their current numbers was overwhelming.
T’Fearne/Kiran/Raga: Response
Several more Tholians began to climb up and over. Breeze blasted one with his rifle, and it fell out of view. Then another he struck with the rifle again before firing several more shots.
Valo: oO Cool Oo
Valo: I’m no engineer, but if these guys like it hot, our fire suppression systems are likely to at the very least make them uncomfortable. Is there a way we can trigger them indirectly?
Rork was sure Valo was on to something, it was getting damn hot, which was a good thing for the Tholians, not so good for everyone else. He’d have to find a terminal to access the ship's environmental controls. He fired six more shots at the oncoming throng of Alliance fodder. He looked around and spied a panel that was behind a throng of Tholians.
Kiran: If I can get past those three, I can. He pointed at the four Tholians parked by the panel. We need to take out those four, and then I’m going to have to go down there to reset the controls. I figured I’d drop the temperature. I’m thinking of freezing at this point. It’ll slow them down and maybe send them into some hibernation of sorts. What do you think, commander? Worth a shot?
T’Fearne/Raga: Response
Rork was somewhat amazed that he’d okay the hair-brained idea, The tricky part was getting back out of there after he reset the controls.
Briza-Kar: :: nodded :: Understood sir. I'll provide cover, they won't get past me.
Kiran nodded at the big cat.
Kiran: Thanks big guy, I’ll need you to concentrate on those fourr ::he pointed them out:: Behind them is the access panel I need to get at. Who else can provide a distraction while I climb down and back up.
T’Fearne/Raga: Response
Briza-Kar: Cover Rork!
Rork didn’t need to be told twice, he grabbed deck plating as several disrupter shots sailed through where he was standing just seconds before.
Kiran: Alright, give me some cover.
Breeze/T’Fearne/Raga: Response
The team both created a distraction and suppressed fire, getting the attention of the four Tholians, who seemed to be guarding said panel. He went off the back side of the balcony; he was able to get down without getting shot at, which was a good sign.
Breeze/T’Fearne/Raga: Response
Kiran turned and gave a thumbs up to Breeze and the team, two of the four were now dead, and the other two were being engaged by the whole balcony team.
Breeze/T’Fearne/Raga: Response
With his path clear he was able to make it to the panel, it took a second to open it and once there he started by pulling up the station's environmental systems. Before he could set it to freezing he felt a hand on his shoulder, his blood ran cold.
Even before he could turn around, his world went black.
Breeze/T’Fearne/Raga: Response
TAGS/TBC!!
