PNPC Senior Chief Kiran Rork - The Old Bajoran
Martin Tucker
(( Promenade - Port Side, Commercial Sector, Beta Module ))
Raga barely managed to catch the Sheliak as it slammed the Bajoran in the back of the head with its weapon hard enough that it looked to have rendered him unconscious.
Raga: Kiran’s down!!! Breeze, get hi….
T’Fearne::: belatedly:: We need cover over here!
Breeze/Valo: Response
Raga: Breeze, get down there and help her, Valo and I will support you from above.
Breeze/Valo: Response
All he knew was his head hurt, he could hear a voice tugging at the edge of consciousness.
T’Fearne: Nice of you to join me. :: Patting Rork’s face gently and calling to him:: Chief, can you hear me?
He felt someone patting his face.
oO At least it’s not slapping me Oo
Kiran: ::rubbing the back of his neck:: What in the name of the Prophets happened? ::pinching the bridge of his nose:: I feel like I’ve got a Ferengi marching band in my head…
Raga: Keep the pressure on them, mister Valo. ::He then called back and gestured to the space beneath their walkway:: Medic! Down below.
Breeze/Valo: Response
Rork, still groggy, fumbled for his phaser rifle; he couldn’t just sit there; the team needed his help. And sitting on his ass in a firefight was no way to go, even if the brain fog was starting to ebb. He couldn’t remember the last time he was knocked out cold; it had to have been during the Cardassian occupation. A Cardassian lunker sucker-punched him and took him prisoner. Or there was the time the Jem Hadar had taken his squad prisoner. Luckily he had teammates that pulled his old Bajoran ass out of the fire.
The station let out a groan, like a waking giant. Lights flickered, and several EPS conduits erupted into a brilliant explosion that showered sparks everywhere. Several screams resounded around him as people were flung to the deck or jostled so hard they slammed into barricades. Or, like the poor Bolian from DS33 Security, was sent backward over the walkway railing ten meters to the floor below.
Something had just hit the station hard.
Raga: Everyone sound off!! Are you alright?
Kiran could hear the commander’s combadge chirp in the middle of the weapons fire. It was fantastic timing as the firefight picked up again.
Kiran: All good here, commander! Well, except for this massive headache.
Valespi: =/= FOP to Commander Raga. It’s them!! They made it but they’re firing on us!!! =/=
Raga: =/= Calm down crewman. Who’s firing on us? =/=
Valespi: =/= The Khitomer!!! She just arrived and immediately opened fire on the station. And the Ronin’s right behind them!! =/=
oO Why in the Pah Wraith would you fire on your own people? Oo
That lit a fire underneath Rork and seemed to clear the cobwebs. He was pretty sure he had a concussion, but there wasn’t time to worry about that. Kiran pulled back from firing on the oncoming onslaught of Alliance fodder to look out the viewport.
And there she was in all her glory, vengeance thy name is Ronin.
Tri-cobalt detonations lit up the space outside to the point that the illumination of the Alliance vessels caught in the powerful blasts erupting, maybe destroyed, maybe adrift, added to the image as the Ronin passed through it. It cast an aura around their ship, their home, as her shields flared from return fire.
Raga: =/= Raga to all hands, the Ronin and Khitomer are here! Be so kind as to show the Alliance the hell off our station! =/= ::as the line closed he bellowed:: STARFLEET STRONG!!!
With a renewed sense of purpose, Rork laid down auto-phaser fire on the oncoming horde of Sheliak and Tholians, who thought they had the upper hand until this very second.
Kiran: With both ships' arrival, we need to hold the line! Reinforcements are here!
While he was pretty sure it would be a bit before more personnel were transported to the station, they just needed to hold the line and not let the Alliance advance; there was no need to blow up the station if you didn’t have to.
Breeze/T’Fearne/Valo: Response
Raga: Valo! Get on that cannon!!
Raga called out as he loaded a thermoplastic grenade into his launcher under the barrel of his phaser rifle. The grenade got behind a rank of ALliance troops. It exploded on a trio of Tholians setting up a disruptor cannon. The grenade covered them and the cannon in plastic, encasing them all. Kiran followed that up with three-round bursts, shattering the plastic and the Tholians it encased.
Kiran: Hey, Breeze. Watch out for those Sheliaks who are trying to flank us.
Rork again let loose with his phaser rifle, taking down a Tholian and Sheliak, respectively. But they still looked determined to flank them at all costs, costing them dearly.
Breeze/T’Fearne/Valo: Response
Rork could hear some humor in the XO’s voice as he hailed the Ronin.
Raga: =/= Raga to Ronin. What took you so long? =/=
Niac: =/= Response =/=
Rork stifled a chuckle and went back to working on the Alliance. Every time they took one out, another took its place; it was getting damn frustrating.
Raga: =/= Do you always come to rescue someone by shooting at them first? ::he said dryly:: =/=
Niac: =/= Response =/=
An explosion blasted a large section of barricades down on the lower level, which shook the vicinity. The Alliance had managed to punch a hole in their line.
Raga: =/= Merdo. Seal that breach!! Valo, two o’clock, hammer that squad with the cannon. ::the sound of an extreme firefight played backdrop to his voice:: We’re damned glad you’re here, Karrod. We’ll hold as long as we need to, but we’ve got the station rigged, so I’d appreciate it if I didn’t have to scuttle her. Raga out. =/=
Kiran: Commander, they’re trying to pinch us. Orders?
Raga/Breeze/T’Fearne/Valo: Response
Kiran: You got it, commander.
Rork crawled in his belly for a couple meters before being behind cover and was able to stand up, from his new vantage point, he could see part of the flank from the left side coming in. Someone was going to have to cover the right side.
Kiran: Hey Breeze! They’re trying to flank on your side; take ‘em out.
Rork eyed the turbolift on their level; the Alliance would be stupid to send them up in a turbolift; you might as well march them out to the center of the promenade and execute them. Kiran hung his head as the turbolift doors swished open, and four Tholians and a lone Sheliak sputtered out the door. He pulled both an EMP grenade and a thermoplastic.
He called out, even though he knew no one was looking in his direction as they concentrated on what was in front of them. He tossed the tactical EMP; first, it exploded in a WOMP sound, and immediately the turbolift and surrounding electronics stopped functioning; the Alliance warriors noticed because they couldn’t fire on the old Bajoran.
He did what Marty might have done in this situation and flipped them the bird before tossing the thermoplastic grenade he’d been cooking in his head. It exploded just before landing on any one Alliance warrior. The mid-air explosion caught the Tholians and helped seal the turbolift door.
Rork smiled grimly as he surveyed the carnage before being brought back to the here and now when a disrupter blast grazed his left arm. It caused him to drop to a knee, and he hung his head; it hurt like hell, but at least by hurting, he knew that he was still walking among the living.
Raga/Breeze/T’Fearne/Valo: Response
Rork looked back over at the war raging. No one had tried a Jefferies tube to reach their level yet, and he thanked the Prophets for that. Having taken care of the flank to his side for the time being, he returned to get side by side with the XO, who was laying waste to anything he could get his eyes on.
Kiran: Pinch is taken care of. It looks like they’re falling back to their next point. If we can continue to get them to turn tail and run, we could push them to the outer rings.
Raga/Breeze/T’Fearne/Valo: Response
TAGS/TBC
