PNPC Senior Chief Kiran Rork - Shadow Of The Day
Martin Tucker
(( Corridors, Deck 1, Main Compartment, DS33 ))
The fight raged on, with Korrans and Rork behind a group of Alliance near the airlock. The goal was (hopefully) to shove the remaining Alliance soldiers into the airlock and vent them into space. With their numbers dwindling, they may be on the retreat.
Korras: Cover me?
Rork double-checked the power on his phaser rifle. It had half a charge left, and he had no backups—he’d already used those—but he had no problem backing up the Klingon.
Kiran: You got it!
Korras could get across to the airlock with little to no resistance. He had an improvised maul/hammer that he swung at the door with furious might. After doing that a couple of times, the door finally opened with a loud grinding moan it set Rork’s teeth on edge.
Wasting no time in the open, Korras dashed out again, almost getting clipped by a disrupter blast in the process. Once undercover he checked his arm, and it seemed that he deemed it battle-worthy.
Korras: We are ready.
Rork was preparing to cover the lieutenant when Raga’s voice interrupted.
Raga: =/= Hold up. If you can seal that airlock and make it, so they can’t open it without an explosive. We can’t risk decompressing the whole deck just on the off chance we can shove some of them out of it. =/=
Korras: Well, there goes that plan. Do you have any idea how to block it off? Maybe collapse the ceiling?
Raga, being a wet blanket aside, Rork knew they were going to need another plan. What kind of plan? He had no clue and hoped the commander would come up with something, though it was always a crap shoot trusting officers.
Valo: =/= I don’t think their goal is as straightforward as we thought. They are….looking for something? No. They already found something. =/=
Raga: =/= Found what? =/=
The comm line had been kept open, and Rork heard what Valo and the commander discussed. Were they looking for something, and did they happen to find it? That raises a lot more questions than answers. Kiran popped up, firing his phaser rifle, taking out two Sheliak.
Two disrupter bolts whizzed past a ducking Rork.
Kiran: ::muttering:: Join Starfleet, they said, see the universe, they said, you’ll have fun…::shaking his head:: This is not what I had in mind when I enlisted.
T’Fearne: Response
Valo: =/= Whatever it is, they seem satisfied. Everything now might just be exit strategy. ::He adopted snarl.:: Something we can help with. =/=
oO Don’t the door hit ya, where the Prophets split ya…suckers Oo
Raga: =/= Agreed, but I worry about what follows their exit strategy. =/=
Korras: =/= By the way they are fighting, it would seem their exit strategy is straight through us. We might be able to use that to our advantage and trap them in even more of a crossfire. =/=
Rork liked where the Klingon’s head was at. Trap them in a kill box and offer them no option. There is no way forward and no way behind. And it would surely even the odds or tip the scales in their direction—something needed to change the tide.
Kiran: ::to Korras:: If we can pin them in a box, we can change the odds.
T’Fearne: Response
Osiris: =/= Osiris to Raga and Ops! We need to seal the emergency bulkheads now! =/=
A voice came over the comms that he wasn’t familiar with. Rork had yet to meet everyone in the security division, so he hit the ground running. Though truth be told, he preferred it that way. There was no time to lay around; there was work to be done. But wasn’t that always the case?
Rork popped up from his cover, this time blasting a Tholian in what Kiran assumed was his face. It then exploded, taking two Sheliak and another Tholian, which seemed to start some weird chain reaction of exploding Tholians and taking some Sheliak with them.
Raga: =/= Raga here, what’s wrong Palen? =/=
Stergis: =/= Response =/=
Osiris: =/= I managed to slip down to deck three to hunt them from behind and found three of the crew hiding in the tubes. The Alliance has a quantum torpedo on Deck three, directly below your position. An engineer and medic ran off to try and do something about it. I’m cut off from them, but it’s set to overload. We only got a brief scan but it’s maximum yield. =/=
Korras: 'Igh ((Be cursed))
oO Knew it was starting to get too easy. Oo
Raga: =/= Get out of there Palen, that’s an order. If that thing blows I don’t want anyone on that deck. Can you get to them?
Stergis: =/= Response =/=
Osiris: =/= I’ll try. =/=
He gave Korras a shrug of the shoulders and went back to taking out Alliance soldiers. He fired again, taking out a Sheliak, nailing him in the face, and making him pitch backward off its feet.
Kiran: =/= What’s the play commander? =/=
T’Fearne: Response
Raga: =/= Chief, get back here with Korras. If that thing blows I don’t want either of you near the external bulkheads. Everyone, fall back behind the nearest emergency bulkheads before they drop. =/=
They began to fall back, getting past a few bulkheads before a deep THWUMP went through the deck. One moment, they were slammed into the deck's ceiling before gravity kicked in again, and both he and Kiran fell amongst secondary explosions, sparking electric wiring and a lot of debris.
Rork got to a knee and dusted himself off; nothing like being slammed on the ceiling and then dropped to the deck nanoseconds later. EPS Conduits, consoles, and overhead lighting exploded everywhere, showering them in sparks. That’s when he noticed Korras hanging on precariously to another gold shirt. It left Kiran a bit dazed, or maybe the torpedo just went off.
Korras: grab something, quick!
Rork hefted a support beam that had fallen loose from the ceiling. Lugging it over, he stood it up. It was heavier than he anticipated, and let out a guttural groan.
Kiran: Damn, that was heavier than I thought…sheesh.
Raga: =/= Raga…to all teams. Report. Who’s still with us? =/=
Korras managed to climb up to the deck. He could see the ceiling of deck one the deck above him, which would put him on deck two. Fortunately, except for some more scrapes, he seemed to be in one piece. His uniform was another matter, it had seen better days. The phaser he had lost, but somehow his Bat’leth was still on his back. He took it out, and held it down for Kiran to pull him up with.
Rork grabbed the bat’leth and scampered up.
Korras: =/= Korras here. I am still here. =/=
Kiran: =/= It will take more than that to get read of me. =/=
Rork looked around, and he became unnerved. Not a soul was in sight. Sheliak and Starfleeters sprawled along the deck, but there were no active Alliance members.
T’Fearne/Valo: Response
Raga: =/= Good…does anyone have eyes on the enemy? =/=
Rork took another look, but still no one. It was oddly quiet.
Korras: =/=Negative. =/=
The silence made the hair stand up on his neck. Rork checked his phaser rifle, it was about dead, and he gave his hand phaser to Korras. He slung the rifle and pulled out an exceptionally large knife. He liked using his knife in close quarters. The knife was made to slice through Cardassian armor, so it should do the trick against the Tholians and the Sheliak.
Kiran: =/= It’s too quiet if you ask me..=/=
T’Fearne/Valo: Response
The sound of disruptor and phaser fire broke the silence and Rork released a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. The comms came to life.
Phi Lead: =/= Yes, they’re pushing again!....wait…Marines!! The Excal sent Marines! I swear I’m going to kiss someone after this. =/=
oO Leave it to the jarheads Oo
Raga: =/= Good, they need to do something to earn drinks later. Hold positions around the Embassy and Ops. The Marines can mop up what’s left. ::He coughed and added with a slightly less raspy tone:: Well done. =/=
Valo: Is it finally over?
Rork wondered, "Were they done? Had the Alliance been pushed out?" Korras turned to face Rork, a question on his lips.
Korras: Do you have any better idea then guarding the nearest intersection and wait for the Marines to do some work?
Kiran: Ya know, I’m not sure, sir. ::shrugging::
T’Fearne: Response
The voice of the station’s CO came through their comms.
Stergis: =/= Attention Lattice Alliance Forces, this is Commander Agatha Stergis, the commanding officer of this station. Your fleet has abandoned you and is currently in full retreat. You have no reinforcements or means of escape. No one else has to die here today. You are ordered to surrender and lay down your weapons. Surrender and you will not be harmed. Attack any of our positions or offer resistance of any kind and I promise you will be. This is our station. Thirty-Three Stands. You have two minutes to decide. Stergis out. =/=
At that, the cheering started as they realized it was truly over.
Korras: ::still grinning, at Kiran:: It was an honor to fight at your side.
Kiran: The honor was mine, sir.
Rork looked around and found the nearest chair, and sat down. He pulled his phaser rifle to rest on his chest. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, sleep enveloping the Bajoran.
TAGS/END ACT 3 for Kiran Rork
