Commander Toryn Raga - Had To Be Us, Someone Else Might Have Gotten It Wrong
Rameses
((ooc: Hey ya’ll! This kicks off Act 3 for the station defense team and we have a guest simmer on the Ronin, on loan from SB118 Ops!! Try not to get in front of the Klingon with the sharp pointy things.))
(( Federation Embassy, Deck 1, Main Compartment, DS33 ))
Twenty one minutes.
Twenty one minutes had passed since the Alliance super weapon’s attempt to destroy them had failed partially, yet still managed to devastate the station.
Twenty one minutes after their fighting retreat from the lines they’d held around the station to Ops. It had been a hard retreat through Beta Module and into the central core of DS33. The Alliance had pushed hard, despite their own losses as if the retreat of the Starfleet crew had somehow emboldened them.
It had been a bold move up until they’d reached the main compartment, where a significant portion of those left had been waiting. Dozens of Sheliak and Tholians still clogged the corridor where they’d fallen under the combined firepower of those who had been battered, battle weary but ever resolute in their determination to be the seawall that held against the tsunami.
Toryn had only a few moments to get his wounds tended to in their makeshift triage inside the Federation Embassy. All available medical personnel or those with even field triage experience tended to their brethren far worse off than themselves as best as they could with the limited facilities they had on hand.
Save for those dead or with broken comms who might still be hiding or fighting elsewhere on the station, every last available member of their defense force had been gathered on Deck 1 of the main compartment. Arrayed throughout the entire deck, the hundred plus in number would hold the line and keep Ops safe for as long as they could.
The Al-Leyan tapped his foot on the deck idly while his reflective gaze regarded those of his own team, as well as those sheltered in the Embassy around him. Medics were doing what they could for his team and it was impossible for the Ronin’s XO to not fret over everyone present, but especially his shipmates. His uniform was more char, sweat and blood than actual fabric at this point. Tears, cuts, burns and rips marred the once finely pressed tunic and trousers. Their present state long since relegated to the pile of least worrisome things today. It ate at him, the uncertainty of the Ronin’s fate.
Through the open doors of the Embassy lobby the sounds of distant, but frequent weapons fire sounded. Despite their more entrenched foothold on the deck, the Alliance had yet to relent. No doubt, with all the damage and their retreat, their transport inhibitors had likely been destroyed on all but here. Deck 1. Their last line of defense. Every person and resource they could muster when they fell back to this position was gathered here.
Raga: One wonders if they’re continuing to push solely out of desperation to make their losses more meaningful. ::He remarked dryly::
His Type 204 SOSAR remained slung over his torso, but his hands rested on the twin “Aquila” phasers holster on his thighs.
T’Fearne/Kiran/Valo/Breeze: Response
Korras: Response
The unfamiliar voice drew his attention and the Al-Leyan, weary and still heightened reflexes from hours of hard fighting caused Toryn’s visceral reaction to seeing a Klingon with a bloodstained Bat’leth to nearly draw both phasers and drop the man.
A suspicious and glower of derision nigh equivalent to Commander Alieth’s subtle expressions around Raedai bristled on his brow. The phasers only slightly moved in their perches before the training and discipline took over. The only enemies on the station were Tholian and Sheliak, so his own biases for his people’s violent neighbors would serve no good here.
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: Response
T’Fearne/Kiran/Valo/Breeze: Response
The Al-Leyan nodded curtly and looked at the others, he would easily be able to sleep for days once they got through this, though he dug deep to keep from letting the full fatigue he felt show. It was his charge to lead all of them during the darkest moment in most, if not all of their lives, save for a few.
Toryn took a slow breath and addressed the dozens of officers and crewmen present, his voice haggard but baritone to project for those in adjacent rooms.
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.
T’Fearne/Kiran/Valo/Breeze/Korras: Response
He continued.
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.
The Al-Leyan held no emotion back as he drew on what reserves he had left to try and inspire those under his command to push even harder, farther, longer.
T’Fearne/Kiran/Valo/Breeze/Korras: 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 =/\=
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 call given Toryn looked to those members of the Seiuri Team and to the Klingon who for better or worse looked more than ready to fight on.
Raga: You’re with us, Lieutenant Korras.
With the command barely gone from his lips the Al-Leyan moved in a rush towards the doors, rifle being slung from behind him to be wielded as he lead them out of the Embassy and down the corridors to the port side of the deck where dozens of their brethren were already positioned and engaged in battle. Tholians and Sheliak appeared to be attempting to breach the deck through two turbolift shafts and a stairwell.
Toryn pressed against a bulkhead and leaned around the corner over another crewman crouched in the same spot and fired at the enemy with precise shots. With so many of their own they had to be careful of burst fire.
T’Fearne/Kiran/Valo/Breeze/Korras: Response
Tags/TBC
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Commander Toryn Raga
First Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
Writer ID: A239410TR0
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