Repost - Lt Jg Korras - A nice relaxed shore leave
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((DS33 Guest Quarters))
The past few days had been hectic, to say the least. just days earlier, he had been on board the Narendra, when the Borg had taken over the Enterprise, among other ships, and had been at his post on the bridge as Operations Officer when they had first rammed the flagship, shearing off a warp drive pylon, and not much later destroyed it by towing the hulk of the Chawla near enough them to destroy the Oddesey class vessel when the warpcore of the Chawla breached.
The Narendra would take weeks to repair, and he had been put on shore leave. He had decided to get away for a bit, and had been informed about a martial arts tournament, one that featured an open category allowing various bladed weapons with protections over their edges. deciding that would be interesting to partake in, he had set out to participate. securing a shuttle had been easy, and he had plotted his course. Starbase 33 was on his route, and would provide an easy place to stop over briefly and break the monotony of space travel.
He had made sure to wear his uniform there, as he knew full well that he would draw a lot of undue attention if he, a rather tall Klingon, would walk around there with a large case with his Bat'leth. The uniform would make things simpler, and would bring less of a hassle as he made his way to and from the guest quarters he had arranged.
Apparently, he had been exhausted enough to sleep through the first signs of battle on the station, and had woken up when the station went to full alert. It took just a moment for him to be fully awake, and get ready. Pondering briefly, he decided to get his Bat'leth out of its case, along with a strap to carry it hands free on his back. He had no phaser with him, but at least he would have something to protect himself if push came to shove. His blade was not furnished with any sentimental things, but very much functional. He had had it made with modern alloys, stronger then the traditional steels used, and better able to hold the edge.
While the station was not as enormous as Starbase 118, it was still a large installation. He decided to head to the command levels, and see where he could help. What he thought would be a simple trip turned out to be far more complicated, as he soon found what was going on, as he ran into a Tholian roaming near the visitor quarters.
The tholian seemed just as surprised as he was when he faced it as he turned a corner. He managed to avoid it's first shot, and sliced his bat'leth through a gap in one of its elbow joints, quickly reversing the weapon, and piercing the flexible parts in its thighs.
Fluids started spewing out, he had apparently hit something organic. He had seen the briefings on tholians exploding when fatally wounded, and with this one now incapacitated, he made sure to get out of reach, and back around the corner again. None too soon, as he could still feel the blast seconds later.
So, once again he found himself in a fight, but this time he was alone, for now. He did have a weapon, unlike a piece of metal piping he had used on the bridge of the Narendra. Fortunately, now he was not fighting his assimilated crew mates, but aliens that he had no remorse about.
Taking stock of the situation, he decided against contacting anyone on comms, as he was very much alone, did not know if the comms had been compromised, and did not want to broadcast his location. Instead, he would make his way himself to the command center, as intended. He knew it would take hours, as he would have to avoid running into more tholians, and would thus be going through Jeffries tubes, maintenance hatches, and other paths he was not familiar with on this station, gradually making his way to his destination. The disadvantage was that the chance to run into crew who knew what was going on would be far less, and while a glorious death was an invitation to most Klingons, his death would not serve any purpose. If he was to die today, he decided it would not be a useless death. It would be a long trip, and exhausting, but he had the advantage of two hearts and three lungs.
And it did take hours, especially as he came upon dead ends, locked hatches, and wrong turns. More then once when neccesity forced him to go through regular hallways he came upon tholians. He had managed to acquire a phaser and a rifle from dead crew members, and had used the phaser, set to overload, as an improvised grenade against two tholians. The rifle he had kept, strapped next to the strap for his bat'leth. He was by no means an expert shot, but figured that it would not hurt to have it.
One particularly close fight against three tholians he had managed to ambush resulted in a long but shallow cut on his chest, as his blade was stuck just a second in the armpit of one tholian, allowing another to strike him. He was able to get rid of all three, and continue upwards. In contrast, the only crew members he came across had already been killed by Tholians.
He had lost track of time, but suddenly the station seemed to be hit by something massive. For all regards, it felt the same as when the Narendra had rammed the Enterprise, and he had no doubt that the damage done had to be immense to rock a large station like that.
Inside a Jefferies tube, he was well protected from debris, but did slam into the side with his shoulder. Crawling out as the station settled, he continued on, and made it to a gym (aptly named Warriors Sports), where the signs of battle were still fresh. It seemed that an attack had barely been repelled, and the defenders forced back. Taking the risk, he continued in the open, following the path the defenders would have taken. It was easy to follow, just follow the bodies.
For the first time since he left the guest quarters, he came across signs of alive crew members. Things were dire indeed if they had been pushed back so much. Holding his Bat’leth to the side, in a way that would be the least threatening, he raised his voice.
Korras: Friendly, coming through!
He was met with surprised looks, and several readied weapons, most likely from surprise, which died down quickly, along with the weapons.
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.
Korras took the offered hand, very much agreeing. He had come here as a stopover during shoreleave, and was now in the middle of a desperate fight.
T’Fearne/Valo/Breeze: Response
The commander nodded. He seemed very exhausted, but also very determined to get through this.
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.
He had not been seen by medics yet, but he was able to fight. The wound on his chest had clotted, and while his shoulder felt badly bruised, it did not feel broken. He would let the medics tend to those actually wounded.
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.
T’Fearne/Valo/Breeze: Response
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.
T’Fearne/Valo/Breeze: Response
He felt what compelled Klingon Warriors to fight to the death, even if his life had not taken him on that path. A well known saying popped into his head.
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.
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 =/\=
Several explosions sounded from the corridors outside and intense phaser and disruptor fire. By their volume he could tell they were far from the Embassy itself.
Osiris: =/\= The Alliance is pushing again, Port side. =/\=
The commander looked at him directly.
Raga: You’re with us, Lieutenant Korras.
Korras: Yes sir.
Commander Raga had barely finished his sentence as he started moving. Taking the rifle in his hands, Korras followed him through the corridors, towards the sounds of a firefight. It felt odd holding a ranged weapon. He had barely qualified with it at the academy, and he was far from an accurate shot. However, there was no shortage of targets. As he took cover against a bulkhead, he started firing off single shots. Even he could not miss all the shots now.
T’Fearne/Valo/Breeze: Response
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…
He aimed for the weak parts in their exo-suits, but there was too much movement to have much of a success at that. On the plus side, the Tholians had the weight of fire against them, but a thought was nagging at him.
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.
Raga/T’Fearne/Valo/Breeze: Response
Kiran: Commander, do we have any transporter inhibitors left?
Raga/T’Fearne/Valo/Breeze: Response
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Lieutenant Junior Grade Korras
Ops Officer
Starbase 118 Ops
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