Crewman 3rd Class Briza-Kar - Battle Mode
Luxa Lorana
(( Muster Point 4, Deck 6, Main Compartment, DS33 ))
Crouched low beneath the barricade at the muster point, Breeze watched as the Starfleet officers jumped to the safe - well, saf-er - side of the barricade. Flashes of lights danced above their heads as shots from the Sheliak and Tholian forces whirred past.
Kiran: ::a half smile creased the corner of his mouth:: I think it’s time to blow this popsicle stand!
Breeze had no idea what a popsicle stand was but he didn't like the sound of anything blowing up around him so he ducked his head down further, his webbed ears flattened against his big fearsome head. His eyes widened, as the air scented in a heady mixture of fear, adrenaline and excitement.
He could scent it from them, in some basic way most species revelled in battle. They wanted it. A hope of death for some, such as Klingons. To die in honour.
Others, more complex. Humans feared death yet they would run towards it more than any other species he’d known. They were so fragile, weak and lacked the traits of the other species. Somehow even the limitations of their genetics did not deter them, they careened towards death as if to embrace a long lost love.
Raga: What is the fascination with destruction of dessert carts? You’ve been around Humans too long, Chief.
T’Fearne::: Joining in:: I missed out on visiting the Warp Stone Creamery before the Alliance shot the station to the Great Fire. I think the Commander should take Seiuri Squad out for ice cream after we deal with these intruders. :: flashing a wry grin:: I’ve had this flavour called smoked salt caramel at the academy. It was good, interesting flavour profile.
Desserts. Ice cream.
Breeze felt his stomach rumble and almost in surprise looked down at himself, he raised his head and smiled goofily towards the Betazoid.
Valo: RESPONSE
BOOM!
The corridor erupted in a brilliant, fiery explosion, sending debris ricocheting off the bulkheads and filling the space with a cloud of thick, acidic smoke. ALl he could hear was a disorienting ring, he bowed down his paws covered his webbed ears and he felt himself fall over as the room spun around him. It took several seconds before he could acknowledge the voices around him.
((OOC - I’m including the following dialogue to keep the tags consistent, but Breeze would have difficulty hearing this over the ringing in his poor wee ears))
Kiran: ::covering his head and then peaking:: I can’t see a damn thing; anyone got a visual on the bogies?
Breeze tried to sit upright as his focus began to return, he could see his colleagues their voices muffled beneath the ringing along with the firefight and shots going on around him.
Kiran: Sir, that didn’t even dent their line much…
Raga: Didn’t expect it to, we’re outnumbered here, Chief. Just consider it a target-rich environment. The more we take out the more they have to commit. Hold the line while I get an update on the situation.
T’Fearne: Yes, sir. :: To the other ensign:: Valo, let’s make every shot count.
Breeze heard that statement, he ensured his rifle was charged. That was something he could do. He looked to the two ensigns, and smiled. Except to them it would appear to be a fiendish snarl, perhaps it evoked old stories of native beasts on worlds far from here. He perched himself up and began to fire.
He caught a Sheliak, it’s form moved like a shadow towards them, and several Tholians behind it, eyes glowed as they came forward. Perhaps they were as desperate for death as humans.
Valo: RESPONSE
The Chief then moved quickly. A grenade was thrown towards the LA forces.
He noticed T’Fearne crouch down and he followed suit, this time he ensured he had protected his ears and wouldn't catch the blast.
WHUMP!
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.
Valo/Kiran: RESPONSE
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. oO Could sound or frequency be a weakness we can exploit? Oo
Valo/Kiran: RESPONSE
Breeze only listened, he focused on the job at hand which was keeping the forces at bay for as long as they could.
The ideas were for the folks with the pips on their collars. Grunts like him, follow 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.
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.
Breeze senses helped him focus on the battle arena in front of him as he targetted the weak areas from the LA troops. He didn’t like how it made him feel to fire at the limbs of the Tholian, watch them topple forward through the smoke that filled the space between them along with its fallen comrades.
It fell forward and he targeted those glowing eyes and fired before it could even hit the ground. Another one.
Then again.
That’s what he was here for. To deliver death to those who ran towards it. This time, it was a constant stream of Tholian and Sheliak.
Valo/Kiran: RESPONSE
The station trembled under another impact, sending vibrations through the decking. Breeze pushed thoughts of the rest of the station away.
oO not my job Oo
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?
T’Fearne: Sir.
Briza-Kar: Yes, sir.
Valo/Kiran: RESPONSE
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. =/\=
Breeze couldn’t understand the feeling that came over him when the Captain spoke. He was a simple sort, he knew that. He’d been told it many times.
His heart raced, and he somehow knew … knew that Captain Niac would make it to them.
He didn't know the word for such certainty, perhaps Lieutenant Vailani, would know. She’d say it was The Prophets will or some other spiritual nonsense. Maybe it was.
He didn’t even know if his species had … faith!
That was the word. He had faith in Captain Niac and the crew of the Ronin. They’d come. He knew it as certain as he knew he’d kill every single Tholian or Sheliak that crossed the threshold on the corridor.
He’d do his part until they could come.
Raga: Our friends, our family are coming for us. I don’t know about you, but I intend to be here when they arrive.
Breeze nodded as he took aim and shot out the leg of another Tholian and then head.
T’Fearne: We’ll hold the line. Every second we buy them gives a better chance to get to us.
Raga/Valo/Kiran: 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.
Raga/Valo/Kiran: RESPONSE
Briza-Kar: Shooting them in the head seems to work.
He said as he took aim and demonstrated with a cold detachment.
Briza-Kar: I’m Breeze. I like guns.
Breeze felt his cheeks flame underneath his fur. His words always came out jumbled and stupid.
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?
Raga/Valo/Kiran: RESPONSE
Briza-Kar: Anything is worth a try.
The Kzinti took aim and fired again, he noticed that the LA forces appeared to have erected their own base of sorts in the area at the docking port entrance, and less troops were being sent through. They obviously realised that, for now, Starfleet was able to defend this line.
Raga/Valo/Kiran: 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.
((OOC - I thought it might be good to go into siege mode to give some time for Ronin and Khitty to get to us - feel free to amend as you see fit))
Breeze looked to his comrades as they discussed, ultimately whatever they decided he’d do to the best of his ability. He looked over to the broken pieces of Tholian armour, their carapaces had exploded or disintegrated. Pools of hardened plasma formed around them. Tholian were strange beings, seemed they exploded on death. He’d need to remember that.
Raga/Valo/Kiran: RESPONSE
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