Ensign Cecil Valo - Under Pressure
Aaron
(( FOP Warrior Sports, Commercial Sector, Beta Module ))
Holding his ground, the Betazoid fired without mercy into the ranks of the enemy in order to provide cover for the chief.
Raga: Breeze, get the one first on the right!
T’Fearne: Be careful!
Breeze: Response
The number of enemy obstacles between them and Kiran’s destination greatly reduced, the man offered a thumbs up. Hating how cool he found the man, Cecil kept his expression tight.
Raga: Keep them suppressed!
Breeze: Response
He saw it before he could act.
Valo: ::Shouting:: Kiran watch y-
The enemy was too fast, striking a devastating blow to the Bajoran before he could complete his objective. Cecil swore under his breath and watched in admiration as T’Fearne launched fearlessly into the fray.
Raga: Kiran’s down!!! Breeze, get hi….
T’Fearne::: belatedly:: We need cover over here!
Breeze: Response
Raga: Breeze, get down there and help her, Valo and I will support you from above.
Valo: Move in five!
He counted silently in his head and then stood, blasting the enemy front with a boldly aggressive bath of death, his 33 in one hand and a type two in the other. It did the job of drawing attention away, but Cecil only barely dropped back to cover before the alliance retorted with a disrupter bath of their own.
Breeze: Response
Below, T’Fearne was tending to Kiran.
T’Fearne: Nice of you to join me. :: Patting Rork’s face gently and calling to him:: Chief, can you hear me?
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.
Valo: Yup!
Not much more needed to be said, the Betazoid was finding a rhythm now, alternating cover and laying down fire from different angles so as not to get himself turned to ash.
Breeze: Response
Something hit the station with ridiculous force. Cecil found his feet to no longer be planted and he felt his heart rise up in his chest as he floated out of cover. As his mind raced to make sense of up and down his orientation returned in the same crash that slammed into his back as he hit the hull plating.
Raga: Everyone sound off!! Are you alright?
Stunned, the Betazoid tried to respond but found his diaphragm struggling to function. Struggling for breath, he maintained his composure. He had spent enough time playing hockey to know what it felt like to have the wind knocked out of him.
In the aftermath of the rocking station and with heated combat still alive around him, he did his best to relax his body and regain his breath. It was perhaps the hardest thing he had done all day.
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!! =/=
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!!!
Kiran: With both ships' arrival, we need to hold the line! Reinforcements are here!
Regaining his composure, Valo moved back to a defensive position as the wave of confidence surged through his senses. He opened himself to them happily.
Breeze/T’Fearne: Response
((OOC - Splitting or length))
Ensign Cecil Valo
Security Officer
USS Ronin
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