PNPC Senior Chief Kiran Rork - Rusty Cage
Martin Tucker
(( Muster Point 4, Deck 6, Main Compartment, DS33 ))
The EMP blast surged through the corridor, knocking out the power and sending the lights into a staccato of flickering bursts. The EMP’s effect neutralized many of their weapons, and the remaining Alliance forces were forced to wield their disruptor rifles like makeshift clubs.
Kiran: Orders, commander?
Raga: We hold here. Looks like the transporter inhibitors here are working. ::He tapped his comm badge:: =/= Seiuri to Epsilon, hostiles have breached the tubes in the vestibule. Junction thirty-seven, Alpha. See what you can do to get those inhibitors up again. =/=
Solana: =/= Epsilon copies. =/=
T’Fearne::: Pulling at pointy ears and talking slightly too loud:: A little warning before the next detonation would be helpful, Chief.
Breeze nodded, he’d very much appreciate that.
Briza-Kar: Don’t know about Bajorans but Kzinti :: points to his webbed ears :: Have big ears.
Kiran: ::making a face:: Eh, sorry about that. I’ll give a better heads-up next time.
Valo: ::
Raga: Eyes and Ears ::He announced to let those around him know they should close their eyes and cover their ears::
The Commander aimed with his SOSAR and squeezed the lower trigger. A blinding explosion erupted, filling the corridor with a searing light and a thunderous roar.
T’Fearne: Let’s keep a close watch on the impact of these stun grenades. The reduction in their numbers suggests they might be vulnerable to this.
Kiran: ::stroking his chin::That's a good idea, and those EMPs are bringing down the exo suits pretty well. However, I’ve only got one left, and I plan on saving it for the right time. I do have a couple of thermoplastic grenades that could be used to herd them in another direction.
Valo: A sharp nod:: Good thinking. ::He meant it.:
Kiran noticed the big Cat kept to himself, observing more than talking. There were a lot of pips to go around, and the Chief and Breeze were the only two NCOs with the group.
The grunts were waiting on orders.
Raga: As long as those inhibitors do their job they can’t beam into this section. Which means that bottleneck is our friend, their numbers are ineffective as long as they can’t get more than a handful through at a time.
Kiran let out a low whistle. The inhibitors either malfunctioned or didn’t hide them well enough when setting the devices. But here, it seemed to be working. The Alliance hadn’t had a chase to rid this portion of the station of the inhibitors.
T’Fearne:::finding a clear angle:: I’ve got a good line of sight. Engaging now.
Briza-Kar: Direct your fire to the edge of the corridor; that way, they won’t be able to hide from our shots. I can pick them off. Easy.
The team kept at it, and the scent of ozone hung heavy. Rork noticed Breeze was shooting the legs out from under the Tholians, causing them to topple hilariously forward. If it was as dire as it was, it would be funny.
They could barely see anything through all the smoke that had risen during the firefight. That’s when Rork noticed something. It had been subtle, but he could feel it, they had gotten to the environmental controls and were turning the heat up, and Kiran would put some latinum on the fact they’re trying to make it more hospitable to Tholians.
Kiran: I think the Tholians have access to the station's environmental controls because I don’t know about you, but it’s getting damn hot in here.
He ran a finger under his collar.
Valo: RESPONSE
The station trembled under another impact, sending vibrations through the decking. Kiran thought about the other groups in the station, not to mention the ships bombarding the station from the outside. He was amazed at how well the shields were holding up, though if they didn’t make headway, thanks to the LA, they could get to the station shields either on the inside or give the station a severe pounding and force the shields down.
Raga: Another transport just docked at port two, but we’re holding port one. Looks like they're concentrating their forces here, trying to break through. Keep laying down fire. ::He looked at everyone briefly:: This is a siege, not a skirmish. Five up and firing, give the others a chance to breathe. Swap out between waves and everyone fires when they push hard. Understood?
oO Crap Oo
T’Fearne: Sir.
Briza-Kar: Yes, sir.
Kiran: Aye, aye, Commander.
Valo: Got it.
A comms broadcast crackled through the sector, a voice breaking through the static.
Niac: =/= Ronin to All Federation Outposts and Installations in sector A113. We are coming. static We will not abandon you. For your tomorrows...we give our todays. Ronin Out. =/=
A slight bit of relief spread throughout the old Bajoran’s bones. Listening to the Captain's voice reassured them they were indeed on the way. The Ronin's help was sorely needed, as the Commander said this was a siege, not a skirmish. It really peeved Rork that the Alliance thought they could bully their way in here. He fired another three-round burst right into the face of an oncoming Sheliak. It tumbled backward into a couple of oncoming Tholians, bowling them over.
Raga: Our friends, our family are coming for us. I don’t know about you, but I intend to be here when they arrive.
Rork couldn’t agree more and nodded so. He popped up again, firing off another three-round burst, taking a Tholian foot out from under it and sending it spilling to the deck plates. He ducked back down; it was starting to remind him of an attack they staged on a Cardassian listen post. At one point, it seemed like an endless line of Cardassians with no end.
T’Fearne: We’ll hold the line. Every second we buy them gives a better chance to get to us.
Kiran: I agree, Ensign. ::announcing to the group:: Ears people, ears.
He lobbed the thermoplastic grenade, not directly at the group bearing down on them, but behind them, the grenade bounced twice…
WHUMP!
It ejected the thermoplastic substance onto a turbolift door, effectively sealing off that egress point. They wouldn’t be able to use it either, but he had no illusions of crossing that much of the station to get stuck in a turbolift, it would be easier to traverse the tubes.
Raga/Valo: RESPONSE
T’Fearne: The physical detonations don’t seem to faze them much. :: Shouting over the noise:: But the stun grenades… Do we have any intel on their weaknesses? I’d even settle for an allergy at this point.
Kiran: ::turning to T’Fearne:: They’re both silicone based lifeforms. Most of our usual methods aren’t working; we’re taking them out slowly. Damn the Prophets! I should have brought more grenades.
Raga: RESPONSE
Valo: I don’t know about allergies, but they certainly seem to find us to be irritants.
Briza-Kar: Shooting them in the head seems to work.
Rork watched in somewhat amazement as Breeze cooly shot one in the head. Its head snapped back with force, and you could hear the neck break from where they were entrenched.
Briza-Kar: I’m Breeze. I like guns.
Rork stowed a chuckle. He liked the big cat. He respected that Breeze was a fierce warrior like most of his kind. Kiran noted that he would buy the Crewman a beer after this was over.
T’Fearne: Can we play something through the station’s announcement system? Maybe a sound or frequency they’d dislike, be confused by… or even one they might be attracted to?
Rork loved how she was thinking, though he wasn’t sure exactly what they could do. Accessing the station's comms would mean fighting their way to the comms room, and if they did that, they’d need to come up with something to use. It was a plan B, which they might have to go with anyway.
Valo: Are there any mobile holographic emitters we have access to? Even visual stimuli they might respond to?
Kiran: ::checking gear belt:: Sorry, there are no holo emitters here. Great idea, though. ::turning his head to the XO:: Commander, I'm sure you’ve got thoughts on this.
Raga: RESPONSE
Briza-Kar: Anything is worth a try.
To Rork, it looked like they were setting up what the humans would call a beachhead. They erected a barrier, and it seemed they were settling in as not many more came through the docking port. This could lead to their advantage; they just needed distraction.
Valo: There’s a bulkhead just over the corridor, it looks like it was damaged in the explosion. If we can give it just a bit more coaxing, it could block their advance. Maybe not for long but, it could buy us time. ::He looked to Kiran and offered a mischievous smile:: What do you think, old man?
Kiran: ::turning to Valo:: I like where your head is at, kid. A couple of three-round bursts should bring it down and provide some cover. What do you think, commander? Bring down the bulkhead around their ears? Well if they have ears…
Raga: RESPONSE
Briza-Kar: Looks like they may have tired of being the target in practice? :: nods towards them :: They’re setting up a defensive position for now. Or plotting their next move.
Breeze was right; they had been setting up a beachhead. Kiran looked over at Breeze, who was poking at a dead Tholian carapace. It seemed that the Tholians exploded upon death. Great, not only a threat while alive, but in death, they become a plasma bomb, at least that’s what Rork thought.
Kiran: ::mostly to himself, running a hand through his salt and pepper hair:: No one told me Tholians explode, I mean…? They were nasty alive, but even more so after death,
It made Kiran shiver even in the now oppressive heat.
Raga/Valo: RESPONSE
((OOC - I didn’t add tags so we could wrap up Act 1))
TAGS/TBC
End Act 1 for Kiran Rork.
