[USS Falcon] The Start of Peace - Are We Nearly There Yet?

[LT Syvek]

A Post By Lieutenant Syvek
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Tag: Any, Merak

"MOVE MOVE MOVE!"

Elisa kept one hand on a hostage, bracing her rifle to her shoulder with her other hand, guiding the others along the clear patch caused by the sudden Klingon and Marine Attack.

Things were getting a little too hot for her as the Breen were now closing to melee range.

Seeing the Commander getting into a fistfight, she let her rifle drop and reached into the large pouch on the back of her pistiol belt and drew a pistol. She pushed the Romulan toward the Runabout as her gloved thum caressed a small lever on the back of it; *click!*

She sighted through three stubs on the back and pulled the trigger; the Model 1911 projectile pistol jumped in her hand with an almost comical *POW!*

The result was anything but comical - the Breen's helmet shattered like paper mache` and he immediately dropped dead, blood and gore leaking through the hole blasted through his helmet.

Elisa didn't pause. Once she saw him drop, she shifted to a new target and blasted open his chest armor with two more 11mm Slugs.

Spotting the Marines working to force a perimeter around the landed Runabout, she started barking orders. "MARINES! GET ME A FIRING LINE!"

A reply was immediate; "ON IT L.T.!"

She practicely shoved the last of the Hostages up the ramp personally before turning around and firing into another couple of Breen trying to get a shot into the runabout.
Spotting the Skipper out of the corner of her eye, she sidestepped closer. "That's the last of them! I think we overstayed our welcome, Sir!"

< Merak >

After firing the 9th round, the slide locked back. She was already reaching back into the pouch for another clip as her firing hand's thumb caressed a button on the side of the grip. The empty magazine fell free and se slammed the new one home before thumbing the slide release and resuming providing covering fire against any Breen that got too close.

Elisa pulled off her helmet and tossed it inside the Runabout. She put two fingers to her lips and let out a shrill whistle before calling out; "YO! EVERYBODY OUT OF THE POOL!"


Syvek rushed ahead with the main group, keeping his eyes to the side since their backs were very well covered already; before him, one of the Romulans fell - stumbled, tripped, exhaustion, Syvek had no idea - but he found he could not be quite callous enough to just leave the helpless man on the ground, the need for Merak to succeed in his mission over-rode any ideas the Vulcan might have entertained about simply abandoning the Romulan.
He bent down and grabbed his arm, pulling him back up, roughly. He levelled his weapon (retrieved after his near-intimacy with the innards of the well), and fired a few shots in the general direction of the Breen, careful not to take any marine heads off in the process. It may buy them the few seconds he had delayed. Shoving the Romulan in front of him, they made the Gryphon.

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Mac�s head whipped around, searching for the hostages and watched in relief as Kurowsa and Syvek ushered the aboard the Gryphon. �Orion, let�s go!� she pushed the Klingon towards the ship and searched the crowd for Captain D�ghor and his crew.

[D�ghor]

�Sir, we need to get out of here,� she nodded towards Merak standing at the ramp and began to run towards him.

[Merak]

Emma raised the ratchet as people began to run inside, but lowered it when she saw that some of them wore Starfleet uniforms. They looked to be in bad shape and must have been the ones her dad said they were going to rescue. She started to stand and remembered that Merak had said to stay down behind the seat. Firing was still going on outside, so maybe it wasn�t safe yet. She peeked around the seat and saw Lieutenant Syvek, but no Mac.

�Mr. Syvek,� she whispered then waved to get his attention. When that didn�t work, she shouted. �MR SYVEK!�

Recognising the voice before seeing the child, Syvek was relieved he hadn't automatically pulled his weapon back up and frightened her. He pushed the Romulan towards the seats further forward and away from Emma on reflex - his comrades could take him in hand from here. The Vulcan stood sideways on so he could see both the little girl and their guests and there was no further hostage situation to worry about.
"You stay behind there!" he ordered her, moving towards the hatchway and observing the battle.

�Where are Mac and Mr. Orion? Didn�t they come with you?�

"They're rather busy with the marines," he responded. Syvek knew Emma was an intelligent child, but how much she could know about the mission? Neither did it seem wise to say they were engaged with the enemy as children of any race could be headstrong, and he would be more useful in assisting with further trouble than restraining a child determined to go 'save' her friends. "They'll be along in a minute," he assured (for better or worse). "I owe Mr Orion a drink and I have no doubt Cmd. MacCristen will want to make sure I deliver."

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