PNPC Senior Chief Kiran Rork - When the Levee Breaks
Martin Tucker
(( Promenade Upper Level - Port Side, Commercial Sector, Beta Module ))
As they were battling the combined forces of the Alliance, Rork kept firing; it was the only thing he could do to keep the Sheliak and Tholians at bay. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Alliance forces move to get behind them, which they did with success. Unfortunately, Ensign Valo was their first target of opportunity, and they blasted him back off the catwalk ass over tea kettle.
Raga: Valo!!
Kiran: Son of a….
Rork stared in amazement as the XO single-handedly took down two Tholians and a Shieliak. It was a sight to be seen for sure, and he had that much more respect for the commander, seeing this display of pure dominance. He then jumped into the seat that Valo had occupied and started firing the cannon. he wasn’t sure, but he thought he heard some guttural roar from the Ronin’s XO.
T’Fearne: I need backup here. :: voice horse and choking::
Valo: Keep them off me!
Raga: Medic up front!! Everyone else who can still shoot, covering fire!
Rork didn’t need to be told twice and started laying down three round bursts, covering the fire. They were pinned, but not so bad; there was no exit, and if they were going to exfil the location, they were going to need to create an opening to get them and the wounded out. It reminded him of the time they were pinned to a mountainside against a cadre of elite Cardassians. They basically had to create an exit out of nothing to get off the side of that mountain. Rork shivered at the memory; he did not like extreme heights.
Kiran: ::muttering to himself:: It’s days like this, I should have just stayed with Brac, and ran security.
The only problem with that, was that Brac was even more ascorbic as the old Bajoran. He was pretty sure that he’d have airlocked the Ferengi at some point.
Rork looked over at the Commander, who winced like he was nursing a hangover from too much blood wine. The XO looked like he was going to have to work with whatever was ailing him. Kiran turned back to lying down, resuming covering fire.
Raga: Get to Valo, I’ll cover you!
Now that he thought about it, his head hurt, but that was from the butt of a disruptor. He had heard the waves were affecting telepaths.
Kiran: Hang on! I’ll see what I can do, commander. There are a lot of them between him and us.
Rork wasn’t sure how he’s going to get down, but he needed too, the kid was surrounded and in a hard way. While he was coming up with a plan he picked off two more Sheliak and a Tholian.
Valo (if any): Response
The cannon roared shortly after from near continuous burst fire, despite the pounding headache he kept his aim more or less accurate. Though, with a weapon like this precision wasn’t the point.
T’Fearne::: trying to focus through a fog of pain:: S-sencha wave?
Raga: Possibly, my head’s killing me. Everyone use your backup dose of the S-wave medication!
While Rork’s headache wasn’t caused by the S-Wave but he took his hypo and pressed it against his neck and injected the inoculation. It hissed and he winced, Rork was never a fan of hypo’s in general. With that out of the way, he still had to get to Valo.
Rork looked around and found an access ladder hidden in a recess in the bulkhead. He set off for it, ducking disrupter fire, until one hit his shoulder. It wheeled him around, and he dropped like a rock, his phaser rifle clattering from his hands. Luckily, it was his left shoulder and not his dominant right arm. Kiran started crawling towards his phaser rifle, standing up would not be a great idea if he wanted to keep from getting shot again.
Kiran: ::wincing:: Damn the Prophets! I’m not sure I can get to Valo, but I’m going to keep trying.
Valo (if any): Response
As if they hadn’t had enough to deal with in that moment an enormously vibrant flash of light from above pulled his gaze to an incredible sight. Outside the station, both of their starships were side by side, and a monster ship fired what looked like lightning in space. A pair of beams from their own ships met it in the middle and then it was as if space said enough.
In horror, he watched as the Ronin was flung up and over, with her thrusters barely able to withstand the shockwave. The Khitomer was similarly flung aside, and both ships practically ragdolled. The vessel that fired the beam seemed to explode and take a few Leviathans with it.
T’Fearne::: struggling to stay conscious:: Backup… dose…
Raga: Everyone, brace…!!
Trying to brace yourself against a wave of this magnitude, was like using a sieve in a rainstorm. Conduits, lighting fixtures, and even three viewport windows burst from the shockwave of whatever occurred between the Alliance super weapon and their ships. Watching the windows burst, Rork did the only thing he could think of grabbing on to something bolted down and taking a deep breath.
Raga: Hang on, Crewman, I’ve got you!
Barzan: Thank you, sir! Please, I don’t want to die…don't let me go!!!
Unfortunately for the Security Officers, his end came in a horrific manner as he was sliced in two by the snap of the containment field when it went up the second the windows were blown out. Rork tried to yawn to equalize the pressure in his ears from the containment field coming up.
Kiran: What in the name of the Prophets…
As quickly as the shockwave came it went just as fast. There was a bit of a lul in the fighting as both sides tried to regroup after that. But it didn’t take long for the disrupter fire started up again, and the Starfleet contingent fired back. With that slight lul Rork was able to get his rifle and make his way to the ladder on recessed on the bulkhead.
Using his good arm he climbed down with his shoulder strung across his back. He finally reached the ground floor, Valo was still several meters away, but it wasn’t going to be impossible.
Valo (if any): Response
Stergis: =/\= Stergis to any defense team...report in. =/\=
Raga: =/\= Seiuri Team here. Barely.. =/\=
MacKenna: =/\= Response =/\=
Agatha felt relief that had nothing to do with a hypospray at the sound of another voice.
Stergis: =/\= It's good to hear from you, Commander. What's your status? =/\=
Raga: =/\= Not good, we’re barely holding the line but that shockwave just destroyed several viewports. Both sides just had people decompressed before the forcefields kicked in.
MacKenna: =/\= Response =/\=
Stergis: =/\= The last thing we saw up here was our ships attempting to defend the station from a huge Alliance weapon. Judging by the fact we're still here I'd say they were successful...mostly. =/\=
Raga: =/\= Good. There’s no way we could survive another one of those. =/\=
MacKenna: =/\= Response =/\=
Stergis: =/\= Commander, I think it's time to pull all the surviving defense teams back, collapse our perimeter as small as possible. Do you think you can get up to Ops? =/\=
Raga: =/\= We’ll try. We’ve got a lot of casualties and we’ve not had contact with anyone in Gamma Module for the last three hours. =/\=
MacKenna/Stergis: =/\= Response =/\=
While the Commander was having his conversation, Rork managed to reach Valo, with some doing. He was able to firemans carry Valo back up the ladder, only getting shot at a couple of time, luckily they had the same aim as those Stormtroopers Marty babbles on about, in one of his ‘movies’, gah, Rork didn’t have time for silly things like movies.
He turned to notice the Commander was staring at him. And that Raga had been shot.
Raga: =/\= Understood, I’ll order all teams to fall back to Ops. We should still have enough to do a fighting retreat. Especially since I think that hurt the Alliance troops as much as it did us. =/\=
Kiran: They’re still trying to regroup, it made getting Valo eaiser for sure. But I would suspect this regrouping wasn’t going to last long. I say we get a move on…
Valo (if any): Response
MacKenna/Stergis: =/\= Response =/\=
Toryn nodded to Kiran and looked at the handful of still conscious Starfleet personnel around them, Security, Tactical, and Medical. Those with Ops and Engineering training had been tasked with defending the FOP or staying well behind their lines.
Raga: Well fought, but we’re not done yet. We need to regroup. ::One tap of the comm badge later:: =/\= All defense teams, this is Commander Raga. Fall back. I repeat, we’re ordered to fall back to Ops. We’re going to make our stand there. If you’re currently engaged, time for a fighting withdrawal. Wounded first. Anyone who can still fight, cover their retreat then join them. Raga out. =/\=
Kiran: Covering everyone's asses, aye, aye, Commander.
Valo (if any): Response
Raga: Grenades, everything you’ve got throw it then fall back. Our sharpshooters will cover us. So grab the wounded and move it!
Rork smiled, grabbed his last two thermoplastic grenades, and tossed them into a crowd of Tholians and Sheliak, encasing several of both members of the Alliance in plastic goo. He also thew his last tactical EMP grenade towards the back of their formation, it went off with a dull WUMP, all the lights went off in their direction and they quickly found out they couldn’t fire their weapons.
Kiran: They’re still trying to figure out what in the hell is going on, I’d suggest getting a move on and get out of here before they have their bearings.
Valo (if any): Response
The crew that were with Rork’s group assisted him and the XO with moving their fallen compatriots. With Raga being the strongest of the group, he lugged around Breeze. Rork had T’Fearne in a fireman's carry. Kiran could still see figures floating in space out of what had been the viewports. It was unacceptable in his book, but this was war after all, one in which Starfleet wanted nothing to do with; they should notice now.
A hail of phaser fire and grenades announced their departure for Ops.
Raga: Move! Get to Ops. ::he bellowed:: This isn’t over, yet.
Kiran: On your six commander!
Valo (if any): Response
