Ensign T’Fearne - The Voice of Thirty Three
Teayl Thorn
(( OOC: Backsimming a little to tie up T’Fearne’s storyline at the end of Act 3 - No Tags))
(( Corridors, Deck 1, Main Compartment, DS33 ))
After a close encounter with S-Wave radiation, Ensign T’Fearne returns to full consciousness in the Federation Embassy on Deck 1 of DS33. Despite the chaos and extensive damage to the station, she is relieved to find that Seiuri Team has survived, though one member is incapacitated. The arrival of Klingon Lieutenant Korras bolstered their ranks, providing much-needed support. With skirmishes intensifying and relentless attacks from Tholians and Sheliak, T’Fearne swiftly retrieved and deployed transport inhibitors to fortify their defences.
Commander Raga used a flash grenade to disorient the attackers before launching an energy blast, while Delta and Tau teams pushed to reclaim the starboard stairs, and Kiran and Korras worked to secure the airlock.
Amid the battle, Valo sensed something amiss, indicating the enemy had discovered something crucial. Raga directed his crew to reinforce their defenses while pressing for more information, aware that the enemy's exit strategy could pose a greater threat. As explosions and phaser fire echoed through the corridors, the stakes continued to rise for Raga and his team.
Osiris: =/\= Osiris to Raga and Ops! We need to seal the emergency bulkheads now! =/\=
Raga: =/\= Raga here, what’s wrong Palen? =/\=
Osiris: =/\= I managed to slip down to deck three to hunt them from behind and found three of the crew hiding in the tubes. The Alliance has a quantum torpedo on Deck three, directly below your position. An engineer and medic ran off to try and do something about it. I’m cut off from them, but it’s set to overload. We only got a brief scan but it’s maximum yield. =/\=
Ensign T’Fearne flashed back to handling the deadly torpedoes in the battle module with SCPO Solana and felt a sinking feeling that all their effort to save the station might be for nothing if that quantum torpedo detonated near a vital area.
Raga: =/\= Get out of there Palen, that’s an order. If that thing blows I don’t want anyone on that deck. Can you get to them?
Phaser fire sounded through the comms, clearly the feline was similarly engaged in a heated battle.
Osiris: =/\= I’ll try. =/\=
Kiran: =/= What’s the play commander? =/=
T’Fearne: Does Ops have enough access and control to get a transporter lock and beam it off the station?
Raga: =/\= Chief, get back here with Korras. If that thing blows I don’t want either of you near the external bulkheads. Everyone, fall back behind the nearest emergency bulkheads before they drop. =/\=
As phaser fire rang out in the background, T’Fearne crouched behind a makeshift barricade, her grip tightening on her phaser. The chaotic atmosphere shifted to an unnerving silence that sent a shiver down her spine.
Suddenly, a deafening THWUMP echoed through the station. Lights burst overhead, and debris rained down like shrapnel from a nightmare. T’Fearne ducked instinctively, but the shockwave knocked her back, and she felt weightless for a split second before gravity took hold again. She lost track of everything momentarily, thrown like a rag doll.
As the echoes of the explosion subsided, she gingerly peeled herself off the deck, her ears ringing. The scene around her was chaos—a large hole marred the floor, debris littered the ground, and every other member of Seiuri was unaccounted for.
Raga: =/\= Raga…to all teams. Report. Who’s still with us? =/\=
She breathed out, feeling an ache partly of relief in her sternum as the XO’s voice echoed from the hole and the comm. Crawling cautiously to the edge of the hole, she spotted Raga and Valo below her on Deck 2.
Korras: =/\= Korras here. I am still here. =/\=
Kiran: =/\= It will take more than that to get read of me.=/\=
T’Fearne::: Calling down, heart pounding:: T’Fearne still on Deck 1.
Raga: =/\= Good…does anyone have eyes on the enemy? =/\=
Korras: =/\=Negative.=/\=
Kiran: =/\= It’s too quiet if you ask me..=/\=
Valo: No sign of the enemy as yet.
While the group below assessed the situation, T’Fearne shifted her focus to her immediate surroundings. No enemies moved but she spotted a Bolian crewman lying injured nearby, shrapnel embedded in his side.
Phi Lead: =/\= Yes, they’re pushing again!....wait…Marines!! The Excal sent Marines! I swear I’m going to kiss someone after this. =/\=
Raga: =/\= Good, they need to do something to earn drinks later. Hold positions around the Embassy and Ops. The Marines can mop up what’s left. ::He coughed and added with a slightly less raspy tone:: Well done. =/\=
Valo: Is it finally over?
Crouching over a weekly moving Bolian crewman with a shrapnel wound across his middle, T’Fearne tried to calm their movements. Knowing that every deck probably needed medical assistance.
T’Fearne: Easy, crewman. You’ve been in an explosion.:: Said soothingly to the Bolian:: Hold on, the medic will get to you soon. :: guiding his hands over the wound to apply pressure and placing her on top:: We need a Medic here!
She could hear Raga and Valo conversing below.
Valo: Ya know sir. When you told me my uniform wouldn’t be pristine for long, I really figured you were just winding up the new guy…
Laughter erupted from below, a much-needed release of pent-up fear and adrenaline. The Bolian joined in, chortling a little, and she shushed him. Then, Stergis’s voice chimed in over the comms.
Stergis: =/\= Attention Lattice Alliance Forces, this is Commander Agatha Stergis, the commanding officer of this station. Your fleet has abandoned you and is currently in full retreat. You have no reinforcements or means of escape. No one else has to die here today. You are ordered to surrender and lay down your weapons. Surrender and you will not be harmed. Attack any of our positions or offer resistance of any kind and I promise you will be. This is our station. Thirty-Three Stands. You have two minutes to decide. Stergis out. =/\=
The rallying cry echoed through the corridors until it sounded like the voice of the station itself personified through the throats of dozens of species, yelling into the void of space, lifting spirits as defenders across multiple decks repeated it, a symbol of their hard-fought victory that day.
DS33: Thirty-Three Stands!
[End of Act 3 for T’Fearne]
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Ensign T'Fearne
Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
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