Ensign T’Fearne - Sinking into the Deep [Part 2]
Teayl Thorn
(( Low-Level Promenade - Port Side, Commercial Sector, Beta Module ))
An explosion erupted, tearing through a large section of barricades on the lower level. The Alliance forces had punched a significant hole in their defences, the station's position growing increasingly precarious.
Raga: =/\= Merdo. Seal that breach!! Valo, two o’clock, hammer that squad with the cannon. ::the sound of an extreme firefight played backdrop to his voice:: We’re damned glad you’re here, Karrod. We’ll hold as long as we need to, but we’ve got the station rigged, so I’d appreciate it if I didn’t have to scuttle her. Raga out. =/\=
Kiran: Commander, they’re trying to pinch us. Orders?
Raga: Response
T’Fearne: Yes, Sir!
Kiran: You got it, commander.
As the Vulcazoid advanced to the centre, drawing fire and slipping behind cover, she tracked the Bajoran out of the corner of her eye, creeping up to a flanking position on her left.
Kiran: Hey Breeze! They’re trying to flank on your side; take ‘em out.
The turbo-lift doors behind them swished open, but T’Fearne couldn't afford to focus on that distraction. Trusting Kiran’s call, she assumed the Bajoran had dealt with the threat. She concentrated on drawing fire and neutralizing the enemy.
WHOMP!
As she felt a distinct lack of disruptor bolt sizzle through her back she assumed that the Bajoran’s blast had sorted the problem, so she concentrated on drawing fire and taking down the enemy. On her other side, she caught sight of Breeze, his battle-stained orange fur and gold uniform collapsing to the ground.
Briza-Kar: I … need …
Raga: Response
T’Fearne: I see him! I’ll get him.
Instead of running directly to the Kzinti, she holstered her phase pistol and crouched to drag a half-ruined chunk of material formerly known as a barricade to his position until she covered them both.
Amidst the hot bolts of enemy fire ricocheting off their meagre shelter, she buried her trembling green-stained hand into the thick orange fur at the Kzint’s neck, desperately trying to find a pulse. The empathic aura she sensed sparked with pain and grey static before it abruptly vanished.
Kiran: Pinch is taken care of. It looks like they’re falling back to their next point. If we can continue to get them to turn tail and run, we could push them to the outer rings.
Valo: ::Shouting:: Incom-
Raga/Kiran: Response
Hearing the shout from above, T’Fearne saw the horrifying moment Valo plummeted to the lower level with a painful yell. Debris obstructed her view, leaving her uncertain of his condition. She wished her empathic abilities extended beyond touch distance for the first time in a long while. Her team was going down around her, one by one, and she could do nothing.
T’Fearne: I need backup here. :: voice horse and choking:: oO Help one teammate at a time, T’Fearne. Oo
Gripping Breeze’s uniform, she dragged the larger Kzinti’s unmoving frame further back behind cover. Her heart pounded as she heard Valo’s voice cutting through the chaos. She was surprised and glad to hear him through the melee.
Valo: Keep them off me!
Raga/Kiran: Response
A haze of green pain began to crackle at T’Fearne’s temples as she crouched over Breeze. Her mind was overwhelmed with a cacophony of emotions and thoughts, not her own, that crashed over her like a tidal wave. Then, a sudden silence engulfed her mind. One close empathic aura suddenly swam back into focus—Valo’s intense pain and fierce determination. Her head swam with the abnormal distance range of her empathic abilities.
T’Fearne::: reaching out with her thoughts to Valo:: ~ Are you alright. What is happening? ~
Raga/Kiran/Valo (if any): Response
Leaving Breeze as safely tucked behind cover as she could, T’Fearne crawled towards the empathic aura emanating from the Betazoid. Her brain felt like it was on fire, and a trickle of hot green blood ran from her nose as she paused behind cover. A vicious snarl bubbled past her lips as the pain in her head spiked.
T’Fearne::: trying to focus through a fog of pain:: S-sencha wave? oO I’m affected by the radiation? Oo
Raga/Kiran/Valo (if any): Response
From the scant information available, she hadn’t been sure if she’d be affected by the Sencha radiation, given her status as a touch empath and half-Vulcan. But as she tried to fire at the attackers, dizziness overwhelmed her, making her uncertain of her aim. It felt like an immense weight was crushing her mind, as if she were sinking to the bottom of the ocean, the pressure of the depth closing over her head as the light on the surface faded.
T’Fearne::: struggling to stay conscious:: Backup… dose…
Fumbling out the Sencha Radiation inoculation from her gear, she clutched it in her fist as all the emotions abruptly went white, and a sharp little click echoed through the silence of her mind as she deployed the backup dose into her leg.
The empty ampoule rolled out of her nerveless grip as her vision blurred, and she lay on the deck, the world fading to a distant hum as the battle raged around her. The pain was nearly overwhelming, the battlefield's noise felt distant, and even the disruptor bolts flashing above her were muffled. She couldn’t sense any emotions anymore, but her heart was beginning to beat harder and faster.
Raga/Kiran/Valo (if any): Response
[Tags/End Act 2 for T’Fearne]
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Ensign T'Fearne
Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
R240107T14