Senior Chief Petty Officer Jenta Solana - Apex Predators

[Rameses]

((Outside the Hab, Surface of Moon Sigma, Ross 580 System))

The blue shimmer enveloped the device for several agonizing moments it took to finally whisk the thing away from them. She smiled towards the Administrator. 

Solana: Well fought, Administrator. When we’re back on board, you should get that wound checked. 

The Orion looked at him with a knowing tilt of her head. She’d been in enough fights to know when someone was fighting through pain. 

tr’Kharis: If you insist, Starfleet. ::a faint pause:: Perhaps… a drink afterward? One old soldier… to a young—

The blue shimmer began to envelope them both, considerably slower than normal. Which was likely what gave the Tholian that lunged towards her the opportunity to slam into her and drag her out of the confinement beam. Jenta let out a startled gasp but somehow managed to twist around enough to sink that superheated knife of hers into whatever hit her. 

The bellow from the Tholian was chilling. The Tholian Warrior stared at her with all those glowing eyes through its suit and she spared a glance towards the Administrator to see if the Ronin at least managed to get him to safety. He should have seen the warrior knock her out of the transporter beam as it initialized, so if nothing else at least he could let someone know she was now in hand to hand with a Warrior. 

It took effort, but she planted her boots on one of the Warrior’s limbs and pushed off enough to put a scant half meter distance between them. The moment her boots touched the dirt she went for her rifle, raising it barely to her waist before the Tholian was on her again. She managed to fire a burst almost entirely into the ground, save for the one that grazed the Warrior’s limb before it knocked the weapon away and out of her hand. The saving grace was the strap that kept the rifle on her body, though it just caused it to spin around onto her back. 

What began next was a deadly dance she’d not had to perform since the Siege. The Tholian intent on skewering or otherwise maiming her with the occasional shot being fired from its own weapons that she only barely managed to redirect with a knife strike. It slashed at her chest when she reached behind her back mid spin, rather than going for her rifle she drew the second blade and ignited it. Both blades just barely managed to stop the razor sharp limb before it struck her but she heard the suit seal rupture. 

Jenta pressed her knee into its chestplate and pushed while delivering rapid strikes and cuts with her blades. They sliced through its suit just as easily as its own through hers. Then she felt it. The tug of a transporter beam. She kept fighting, trying to break free but the thing held on. This wasn’t good. The last thing they needed was a loose warrior on the ship. 

The scenery shifted, dirt and rocky outcroppings replaced by pristine, smooth contours of Starfleet design. The transporter room. A phaser blast struck the creature square in the torso, disabling its web-spinner assembly. Energy lanced violently across the crystalline carapace. Partially refracting, hit but still dangerous. Jenta sunk a blade into its shoulder only to be flung back into the wall of the transporter pad by the same powerful limb. 

A second shot shattered a lower limb joint. 

Jenta managed a glance to survey the room in the moment it took the Tholian to recover. Just as Soldu stepped out from behind the console at last, posture straight, weapon steady, expression composed behind the green-tinted visor.

tr’Kharis: ::calm, almost conversational:: I trust you will forgive the delay, Senior Chief.

Solana: And you thought beaming this thing on board was a GOOD idea? 

She was angry, but not at the Romulan. The rage was focused on the Tholian warrior now on board her home. There were now hundreds of lives at risk so she lunged right at the thing in a way that would’ve made Osiris proud. Knives out, she caught a glancing strike on one of its large arms.

The Tholian was no fool however and evaded as much as it fought back. What’s worse, it continually moved to try and keep her between Soldu and itself. Evident when she went in for another stab and it grabbed her, momentarily holding her like a humanoid shield. 

tr’Kharis: Response

Solana: When…this is over…we’re gonna talk about why my shipmates…are unconscious, Soldu. 

Her tone was almost playful even though she was literally fighting for her life. Those white hot blades slammed into the Tholian’s leg, the one that was already wounded at the joint. The shrill resonating cry of pain it let out was deafening and hers joined it as a slender arm blade punctured through her left side in response. 

tr’Kharis: Response

Solana: Please tell me you…::cough:: Called for backup?

The Orion asked as she lifted up and slammed her knives in and out of that same leg multiple times. The two of them stumbled back into the alcove of the pad and struck the wall. Neither one seemed interested in giving any ground. 

tr’Kharis: Response

[tags/Star of Act 3 for Solana]

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Senior Chief Petty Officer Jenta Solana

Security/Tactical CQC Specialist

As simmed by

Commander Toryn Raga 

First Officer 

USS Ronin - NCC-34523

Writer ID: A239410TR0

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