Ensign T’Fearne - Picked Up A Klingon
Teayl Thorn
(( Federation Embassy, Deck 1, Main Compartment, DS33 ))
Reality snapped back into focus for T’Fearne as she came to in the Embassy. Her fragmented memories of being scraped off the battlefield and carried through dimly lit corridors were starting to clear. Gingerly shaking the cobwebs from her mind, she grimaced at the thought of giant disruptor-wielding arachnids. Despite a dull ache throbbing in her head, she felt surprisingly functional, even a bit energized.
A wave of relief washed over her as she scanned the room and saw that all of Seiuri Team had made it to Deck 1, along with many other surviving Starfleet personnel. Conversations around her revealed that although the Alliance's superweapon had been thwarted, the station had suffered severe structural damage, and the status of their ships remained uncertain.
Her acute hearing caught back-and-forth chatter between disruptor and phaser fire at varying distances. There were multiple skirmishes taking place around the station, but she was only half-listening to the chatter as something else caught her attention.
Raga: One wonders if they’re continuing to push solely out of desperation to make their losses more meaningful. ::He remarked dryly::
Kiran: ::half smile:: Could be, or they just hate us that much that they’ll take it on the chin to try and hand us a loss. I don’t see it happening. I think they’re just weapons-grade idiots; they line up to get shot. Do they produce these guys on conveyor belts?
T’Fearne: Do you hear that? Sense anyone coming?:: to Valo::
Valo: Response
The battered Vulcazoid hopped off the supply crate, her pistol lowered but at the ready. She edged toward the entrance of their defensive position, ears pricked, trying to ignore the mental fog that felt like tribble fluff in her brain. She wanted to trust Valo, but he hadn’t made much sense recently.
She was relieved when a rough, raised voice echoed into the embassy.
Korras: Friendly, coming through!
It was a massive Klingon officer, looking as battered as the rest of them but still ready for more combat. Her concern eased at the sight of another Starfleet officer, and given the Empire’s aid during Liberation Day, ending the occupation of Betazed, she was appreciative of the additional support of a Klingon warrior. She reholstered her phase pistol.
Raga: Commander Raga, USS Ronin. ::He eyed the bat’leth:: I imagine Tholian exo-suits would be difficult to breach with that, especially with their predilection to explode when they die. I suspect it’ll need sharpening after this is all over?
Korras: Lieutenant Korras, Starbase 118. ::moving the Bat’leth to the strap on his back:: They have their weak spots, if the aim is right. And yes, it will need servicing, but it still cuts.
Kiran: ::smiling:: yIche'meH wamwI' ::extending a hand:: (Welcome to the suck.) I’m Senior Chief Kiran Rork, I wish this was under better circumstances, like over some blood wine.
The Klingon shook Kiran’s hand.
T’Fearne::: Nodding to Lt. Korras:: Glad you made it here.
Valo: Response
The commander took a breath and addressed the surviving personnel.
Raga: If the medics have cleared you to keep fighting then fall in, we’ll hold the line. Anyone who’s not been cleared but can still hold a phaser, you’re going to remain here and hold the Embassy. Protect those who are too hurt to do even that.
Someone masquerading as a battlefield medic had scanned her and slapped a few dermal strips over the worst of her close calls with disruptor blasts and even an osmotic eel for a bad shoulder burn. She couldn’t fathom where they’d found a live eel amidst the chaos.
Korras: I will assist where I can, sir.
Kiran: For those of you who do not have phaser training, just ask one of us, gesturing to the group, and we’ll set you straight. If you have reasons why you won't use a phaser, no worries.
Peeling the star-shaped eel off her shoulder, she approached the unconscious Breeze strapped to a stretcher and gently patted his fur, applying the eel to a visible burn.
Turning to Valo, who was looking worse for wear after a rough dive from the walkway, she remembered a fragment of his earlier rambling on the promenade.
T’Fearne::: speaking quietly:: Are you tracking clearly now? :: Gesturing playfully to their new giant companion, even taller than Breeze:: See that? That’s a Klingon.
Valo: Response
She shook her head slightly, wiping her slimy hand on her already ruined uniform pant leg. Her empathic abilities, usually reliable, seemed shut down—perhaps overwhelmed by the raw emotions of battle or the effects of the Sencha Wave radiation. Though it was annoying and frustrating to experience the emotions of others at times, she mentally quelled a flash of panic that she might be permanently impaired.
Switching her focus to the Commander as he continued speaking.
Raga: You have all gone above and beyond. They assaulted us and you held the line. They pushed our lines for hours, centimeter by centimeter and you didn’t break. You endured pain. And loss. And terror. And you're still here. Even through retreat you still have not broken. Because you are Starfleet. We. Are. Starfleet. And we do not break until our last breath. No bully, nor tyrant, nor disaster will ever take that from you.
Korras: To the last breath. Today is a good day to die.
Kiran:::addressing the group:: As I said before, trust your training. Your training will help you through this. Above all, listen to your CO at all times. I know it shouldn’t have to be said, but things do tend to go pear-shaped.
T’Fearne::: quietly:: I wonder how many last breaths today has taken. :: blinking away the morose thoughts and steeled her face into a determined/neutral expression::
Valo: Response
Raga: =/\= Raga to Ops. We’re here. Every last person we could still reach has fallen back to the Embassy and are positioned throughout the entire deck. A hundred strong between them and you. We’ll make every shot count. =/\=
Stergis/Mackenna: =/\= Response =/\=
The corridors outside erupted in a cacophony of explosions and searing phaser and disruptor fire. The volume of the chaos suggested that it was not far from the sanctuary of the Embassy, each blast a stark reminder of the fierce battle still raging just beyond their fragile refuge.
Osiris: =/\= The Alliance is pushing again, Port side. =/\=
Raga: You’re with us, Lieutenant Korras.
Korras: Yes sir.
T’Fearne: On it.
Valo: Response
The Commander sprinted toward the breach, followed by Kiran, Korras, and T’Fearne, not waiting to see who would follow. The corridors ahead were alive with the sounds of battle. Phaser drawn and ready, T’Fearne took her place alongside her comrades.
The Tholians and Sheliak were relentless, attempting to breach the deck through two turbo-lift shafts and a stairwell.
Kiran: I’ve got the turbolift covered at the moment. Is it me, or are they setting up some sort of cannon emplacement? They get that thing put together and we’re going to be in a world of hurt…
Korras: Is there any other way into this position? I found several Tholians roaming throughout the station, I would not be surprised if they are trying to flank or distract us.
T’Fearne: I’ll provide suppression fire on the stairs.
Raga/Valo: Response
Kiran: Commander, do we have any transporter inhibitors left?
T’Fearne winced at the thought of the enemy beaming in behind them to cut them down.
T’Fearne: I saw some active in the Embassy proper. There might be a few unactivated ones in a supply crate. I’ll check. How many do we need?
Raga/Valo/Korras/Kiran: Response
Turning, she dashed back to the Embassy, rifling through crates until she found a spare Type 2 phaser pistol and three transport inhibitors.
A measly three transport inhibitors.
T’Fearne: Great Fire! oO Three will have to do Oo
Sprinting back to the confrontation, she activated one transport inhibitor and attached it to the bulkhead, which was down low and in good cover. Hoping it would keep their retreat to the Embassy clear.
She sprinted back to the confrontation, activating one inhibitor and attaching it to a bulkhead, down low and in good cover. Hoping it would keep their retreat to the Embassy clear.
She offered one to Rork.
T’Fearne: We need to use these sparingly. Maybe carry them with us.
She attached the last inhibitor to her gear, creating a protective dead zone that would follow her.
Raga/Valo/Korras/Kiran: Response
TAGS/TBC!!
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Ensign T'Fearne
Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
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