Crewman 3rd Class Briza-Kar - I've Got You Covered
Luxa Lorana
((OOC - Just trying to put Breeze in that cover your back role until mayhem strikes!!))
(( Warrior Sports, Promenade, Commercial Sector, Beta Module, DS33))
Breeze had an itch he just couldn't get rid of. It was the nerves, and right at the nape of his back, above the spot where his tail met the rest of his body, and just the spot that he couldn't reach without some assistance.
He endured.
Breeze had been assigned to duty on DS33, to help them prepare for any LA attacks. He'd spent much of the time clearing a few hairballs. He didn't like new places. He missed his Armoury, his weapons and most of all the Ronin.
Then there was the horrid itch that just couldn't be scratched.
Raga: They’re late. It’s almost insulting.
Breeze didn't mind at all that they were late. It wasn't that he minded battle at all. In fact, it was probably in battle mode he was most useful.
It was the aftermath of battle that he disliked most. He didn't want to search for children in the wreckage of a scarred ship again.
Or learn of the death of friends and colleagues.
He had held back from the officers and Chief Kiran. His felinoid eyes locked on the empty space outside.
In wait.
Expectant.
Then they appeared, dropping out of warp and now it would begin.
Kiran: If there’s one thing I hate, it’s tardiness..::a grin growing from the corners of his mouth::
T’Fearne::: pointing at the screen:: They’re closing in fast.
He watched as the first shots were fired towards the station.
Nothing too dangerous, yet. They were testing the defences with well placed shots. They'd note the reactions, no doubt scan every inch of the station.
Then the Major and her fighters flew past to cheers.
Raga: Damn, they’re not wasting time. =/\= All teams, enemy transports are inbound to docking ports one and two. Prepare to repel boarders! =/\=
Kiran: ::clicking the safety off his rifle:: It’s go time kids…
Valo: oO Kids? Oo
T’Fearne: The ports are as secure as we could make them. Time to put it to the test.
Rork joined Raga by the viewscreen, they analysed the scene. Breeze as was his way hung back until he was needed.
He didn't have ideas or suggestions. They didn't come to him, he would do as he was commanded and he'd been trained.
Raga: Looks like the larger transport is heading for docking port 2, so that’s where we’re going. ::He looked back at the lone Kzinti in gold within the room:: Breeze, I need you.
Briza-Kar: What do you need sir?
Raga: You’re going to be our eyes. I keep hearing about how observant you are and we’ll need that. Let me know where the threats are boarding and moving to if they can’t lock them down quickly enough.
Breeze almost vomited up a hairball on the Commander's boots.
Observant? Him?
The thought that anyone would be putting reports about him to the brass made several new hairballs form … and the itch.
The itch just got more adamant. If only someone would just rub his back.
Maybe later. He wondered briefly if the commander wouldn't mind and then thought best of it.
Briza-Kar: :: coughs :: Uhm … I can do that sir :: coughs :: You can rely on me.
The Commander smiled at Breeze and then turned to Rork, T’Fearne, and Valo.
Kiran: After you Commander. ::he swept an arm towards the door.:::
T’Fearne::: smoothly following out the door:: Let’s make them regret trying to take this station.
Breeze watched them go, and followed closely behind, ensuring that he had eyes on them and all corners. His weapon, a trusty mark IV rifle, held up and ready to cover them.
Valo: Game time.
(( Outside Docking Port 2, Deck 6, Main Compartment, DS33 ))
As soon as he got there he felt the base instinct of a Kzinti come over him. He wanted to tear limbs from bodies with his claws and teeth.
There was a certain degree of organised chaos that had formed. Enemy boarders tried to push forward, the Starfleet crew were holding them back behind barricades.
Several wounded lay nearby. Breeze knew that they'd get to them eventually.
Raga: We’ve got your backs! ::He announced to the defenders:: Keep them pinned and bottlenecked by the docking port.
Kiran: ::pointing to Valo:: Ensign, lay down a suppression fire over there::pointing off to the right of the bottle neck:: As for you ::looking at T’Fearne::Fire into that bottleneck,
Valo: Yep.
He focused on providing cover where it was needed.
T’Fearne::: Ducking behind a barricade, her phaser rifle switching to burst mode with a satisfying zip:: On it.
He watched as T’Fearne unleashed a fury of shots into the enemy with impressive effect.
Valo: Nice one T’Fearne.
Briza-Kar: More boarders. Tholian warrior caste on your nine.
Raga: RESPONSE
Briza-Kar: Transporters … they've managed to transport through the station's shields?
oO that was bad news for all of them, especially if they have an S-Wave Generator Oo
Kiran: ::to the XO:: Remind me to suggest transporter inhibitors next time. Also bad news, they’re coming up behind us now, via transporter. ::he fired a couple of shots taking down a Sheliak enforcer::
T’Fearne: oO Ouch. Oo :: grimacing as she called out belatedly:: Hostiles at your aft.
Raga: RESPONSE
A loud WOMP resonated through as Kiran deployed an effective attack and Cecil took the opportunity to blast an enemy taken aback by the chaos.
The room filled up with Tholian. They just kept coming. Some of them even scaled the walls with their arachnoid legs.
It was a chilling reminder of the spiderbots the Ronin had only just faced down … except within the metallic armour of these horrors was living sentient beings.
Kiran: ::to Raga:: Sir, I don’t know how much longer we can hold this line, with them pinching us. And I have a limited number of those grenades, but I have a few tactical EMPs. ::he took one off his belt and handed it to Ronin's XO: : Here, take this. Choose wisely.
T’Fearne::: calling out:: New wave incoming! They’re pushing hard at the center.
Valo: Beam-ins are becoming scattered! Multiple locations!
Briza-Kar: Commander, I suggest we fall back to muster point 4. We can't hold the line here.
Even Breeze was shocked to find that he'd offered a suggestion but he didn't want his itch scratched by Tholian warriors.
Raga: RESPONSE
Blasters continued to hammer into the barricades as the fight continued, casualties continued on both sides, but only the enemy seemed to keep producing reinforcements.
T’Fearne::: shouting to Kiran:: I can reposition the barricades if you cover me.
Kiran: RESPONSE
T’Fearne: Barricade moving now.
Breeze provided cover as was his job as the young Vulcan Betazoid hybrid began working to provide more cover.
Kiran/Raga: RESPONSE
T’Fearne::: turning back to the bottleneck, redoubling her efforts to fortify their position:: oO We can’t hold this if they keep transporting in… Oo
Valo: Suggesting we centralize and get cover on our backs!
Kiran/Raga: RESPONSE
A Sheliak seemed to materialise near to them, luckily one of the new ensigns got a few a few shots in and the Sheliak was no more in a very dramatic fashion.
Briza-Kar: We need to fall back while we still have a chance!
The Kzinti had a growl to his voice as a way to emphasise the importance.
Kiran/Raga/T’Fearne: RESPONSE
Breeze offered cover to his team mates and then they got into close quarters battles as they began to fall back.
Valo: Sir, we’re losing morale.
Kiran/Raga/T’Fearne: RESPONSE
Breeze didn't allow himself to think. Morale was a luxury they couldn't afford at this moment in time.
A cruel thought came over him.
oO they aren't as strong as Kzin Oo
Breeze kept moving. Shots fired all around him, and he smacked a Tholian in its head with his rifle and then twisted to let off a shot.
Eventually they came to the second line of defence, further down the corridor. A series of refreshed barricades had been erected which allowed the surviving crew shelter from the onslaught.
Security Officer: Get behind the barricade, we're setting off explosions!
Breeze didn't need to be told again and he leapt up and over the barricade wall.
Kiran/Raga/T’Fearne/Valo: RESPONSE
It seemed that they had drawn the enemy into the bottleneck to get them into the one position. In a corridor lined with explosives away from the first line, and the wounded and right in front of the second line.
Once the team had been secured, the corridor lit up like a firework.
Kiran/Raga/T’Fearne/Valo: RESPONSE
Tags/TBC
