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Re: Mission 1: Cold Front

Post by Richard Wayne on Fri Dec 28, 2012 3:00 pm

|| USS Indefatigable
||Bridge
|| 1015
|| Day 1

Richard and his squad came up through a service lift and on to Deck two All they found were a few dead Breen the Captain was not there so the teamed headed to the bridge. As Richard came to the QRT team outside the Bridge door Richard turned to the Ensign in charge. "Ensign status report did the Captain make in on the bridge?"

A young Ensign in full battle gear look at his superior officer in the eyes and stood at attention. "Bridge is secure no sign of the Captain reports I am getting she took a team from deck ten and is in route to support Engineering"

"SHE WHAT???" Richard could not believe it then it dawned on him. The acting Captain was a Marine and used to be an XO. Why was she doing his job and not on the bridge running the whole show?? Must be instinct. "Very well keep the bridge locked down team" And with that Richard stepped on the bridge with Chief Stormer.

As Richard walked through the door all eyes turned to him. It was a bunch of Ensigns and young guns running the bridge currently. "Lieutenant on deck voiced one ensign from the Command Chair."

Richard looked at his Chief in disbelief. "Chief take the tactical station. Ensign status report." Richard said as he made his way to the big chair.

"Sir, the Breen has obviously found us we think they were laying in wake for the right shot and when they took it it disabled our shields all together. They have multiple boarders our teams and holding them down but they are making a run for Engineering." The Science Officer explained.

"Thank you Ensign I have the Conn. Chief where is the ugly rust bucket?" Richard had a change in his voice as he took command.

"Sensors are cutting in and out reports had the shot come from out starboard side." Chief Stormer relayed information as he checked over his computer.

"Fire all Starboard phaser banks. Ops get a hold of Engineering we need some shields so we can get back in this fight." Richard looked over some readouts. Just then he got a message from Lt. Doughtery lookslike he found our weakness.

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Re: Mission 1: Cold Front

Post by Desdemona Hyde on Sun Dec 30, 2012 11:08 am

|| USS Indefatigable
|| Sickbay
|| 1015
|| Day 1


Sickbay was nothing more than a zoo when wounded started piling in during such attacks on a ship and Des knew she shouldn't be pleased, but part of her was. Wounded crew members put her in a mood but if she didn't enjoy her job of assessing and patching up the bleeding and concussed, then she was truly in the wrong profession. She had been seeing people with second and third degree burns, as well as that one lower ranked individual trying to claim something like whiplash or other such nonsense, but Des' job meant being able to tell who was more wounded just by sight and so she knew which crew member to set in on first and worked away down the line from there.

"I know it hurts, but I'll concentrate better if you take deep breaths," she told a badly marred patient on a bio bed, nodding when they nodded back, and she gave them a smile as she loaded up the hypospray and placed it to his neck, letting the drugs flow into his bloodstream.

There were nurses and the other doctors running around assisting as well, all hands on deck as they were being attacked and the casualties kept filing in and giving everyone something to do. From a medical tricorder scanning to a hypospray injection of painkillers to using the dermal regenerator to fix a more immediate problem, Des was swamped with work and it was just the way that she liked it. Sometimes it made her feel like a terrible person to enjoy her work as people had to be injured for her to actually get to do anything more than a simple check up of reflexes and lung function.

Once her patient was a bit more stable, she was able to let the nurse tend to cleaning him up as she moved to another one, not wanting to deal out the painkillers unless she absolutely had to and some personnel opted out of that entirely. What Des had to remember was not to just treat wounds, but to treat emotions and being empathic helped her with that, to connect to her patients on a level most couldn't to get them to calm down and let her do her job. It was a balance of respect and of submission and she'd been doing this long enough to have a good handle on it, which made her proud of every little piece of the job that she did.

"Good news about this burn is I can heal it and not leave a single scar," Des told a young officer with a smile as she started to work with the dermal regenerator. "You should see some of the bones that have been crushed--not pretty."

Des moved like a seamless machine from patient to patient and while not every one of the wounded was going to make it, she was trying her best. The hardest part was treating the patients in shock and the ones that were going to lose an eye or better yet, the ones that needed attention to their skeletons. None of it was impossible, some just needed procedures that took more time than others and stable hand, which was hard to keep up in the middle of a firefight. Any kind of surgical procedure was being left in her hands even though some of the other doctors were helping, everyone banding together to leave the nurses to the easier things: scanning, hyposprays, cleaning up the bloody messes, wrapping...moving the dead.

The worst part about Des' job was when a patient came in that too far gone, or could be saved given time, but went into shock or some unforseen event left them unable to save. Then there were dead bodies in Sickbay that had to be moved to make way for the living that were still savable and around the ship Des knew there were fatal casualties piling up...that was what happened in a situation like this. Out there the dead would be left where they were until things were peaceful, but here that wasn't the case--here, she needed space to do her job. What made it awkward was running out of space all together, but right now she was feeling like things in Sickbay were managable and she'd sent out a couple of teams to get to wounded about the ship.

It wasn't as if everyone who got wounded to make it all the way to her little home away from home, and so it was up to her to make sure that everyone could be treated. A handful of nurses and doctors were sent out to scope out the ship and report back to her but right now she was in the heart of it all, with access to as much as she needed right now to get everything right. She had the painkillers and the surgical instruments and once someone was patched up, they were sent right back out...the mental and emotional healing would come later. Right now every hand was needed on deck and all she could do was fix and deploy even though some weren't up to returning to combat.

"Have we heard from the second team? I need someone to check in," Des spoke up as she used the exoscalpel on her closest patient. "Also, Nurse Karn, I need more dermaline gel--kelotane wouldn't hurt either."

"Yes, Ma'am," the young woman said at once with a nod and off she bounded to get more supplies.

"Orange!" Des called out to Clementine, letting her daughter do scans to help out.

Clementine hurried over with a tricorder. "Yeah, Mom--I mean, Doctor Hyde."

"Try to contact the teams, please--I need to know what's happening," Des said nodding authoritatively. "Also, hand me the hypospray, please."

Clemetine did as she was told and Des set in to using the hypospray before it was brought to her attention that she had to bark yet more orders at the people around her to get her job done. While that was fine and she loved to control such a situation as this, she would rather focus on patients than on getting herself more supplies but this all came with the territory. Instead of dwelling on it, the moment called for action and Des hurriedly spoke up because there was no time to stall when they were still in the middle of a battle.

"One more thing, Orange," Des called smiling when her daughter gave her an annoyed look but her full attention, "get Nurse Karn to get me some more Asinolyathin too, please."

Clementine nodded and turned to do as she was told. "On it!"


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Re: Mission 1: Cold Front

Post by Danny Sullivan on Mon Dec 31, 2012 12:46 pm

|| USS Indefatigable
||Engineering
|| 1045
|| Day 1



A Security Lieutenant made his way back to the waiting group of makeshift security forces. He looked at them all grimly. “Captain’s pulling our reinforcements back. The Breen have breeched sickbay.”
Sullivan swore and shook his head. “Well, we are just going to have to make do with what we got.” What they had wasn’t much. The Lieutenant, plus himself, and 2 Warp Field Techs, and the yeoman who normally worked down in the Engineering Admin office. He noticed two figures coming up from his side. He recognized both of them, Damage Control Specialist First Class Stephenson and LTJG Fong. Stephenson walked up and motioned for Danny to get closer.

“Found him hiding behind one of the consoles back aft, unarmed.” He whispered.
Danny scowled at the Bolian officer and leaned down and pulled a rifle from one of the dead lying on the floor. He shoved the rifle in the Bolian’s hands “Take your position…SIR”. He watched the officer scurry off and moved into conference with Stephenson and the Security officer. “What’s the plan Sir?” Sullivan asked.

“We hold the line Chief. That’s all we can do”

“Aye sir, come on Stephenson. I will see about getting you a weapon”.
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Re: Mission 1: Cold Front

Post by Reneé Lucas on Mon Dec 31, 2012 11:17 pm

|| USS Indefatigable
|| Corridor, Deck 6 > Sickbay
|| 1023
|| Day 1

Despite it meant backtracking higher through the ship, reports of Breen making a small assault on the ship's Sickbay drew Reneé's attention. It was were the wounded, dead and dying were expected to rest and allow the ship's nurses and medical officers to tend to them in the hopes of getting them back on their feet. Now the Breen were about to disrupt that balance of peace and take their frustration out on her wounded crew wasn't going to fly with the acting captain.

"The engineers will just have to hold out a bit longer." explained Reneé as she led her team through the corridors and Jeffries Tubes upwards towards the medical area. It wasn't long until a beam of green energy flew by Reneé's head, smacking against a bulkhead and showering her face with sparks. There were only two Breen since it seemed that they expected no resistance from Starfleet doctors.

Reneé dropped to one knee and raised her rifle towards one of the Breen. "Contact front!" she snarled, raising her rifle upwards and firing off pulses of orange energy. The security team following her snapped to the left and right, taking cover from the Breen. One of the suited soldiers fell down dead without much of a fuss but his colleague was being a bit more difficult. A security officer took aim and shot the second one down without a fuss and moved forward to take posiiton at one side of the Sickbay's door.

She moved up, stacking along the other side and shouting out. "It's Marine Captain Lucas! Is everything alright in there?"

Protecting patients and also trying to keep the enemy out of the Sickbay walls was quite the connundrum, but Des was finding a way to do it. When she heard that it was Reneé on the other side of the door, she got the doors opened so she could usher the acting captain inside so she knew what was happening in her own Sickbay. Des wasn't currently at the door, but she looked over as she worked on a patient, everything incredibly busy right now.

There were dying and wounded and dead in Sickbay at the moment and Des was trying her best to make sure that people were taken care of. Currently she was woring on a patient that needed to have a bone fixed up and reset and her hands were literally dirty at the moment. Still, if she was needed someplace else then all she had to do was close up this patient and then grab her medical bag and be on her way. Des was good under pressure and since she was also good at her job, it was pretty good combination for such a situation as this.

"You showed up just in time, Cap--what can I do you for?" Des asked as she grabbed a dermal regenerator.

Clean. The sickbay always smelled clean even if it had people dying within the walls. No field hospital could ever be as clean and as well presented as a Starfleet sickbay. She looked around the room to inspect her wounded crew as if she had the knowledge and skill to aid them. Sadly it wasn't the case so Reneé turned her attention to the chief medical officer.

"I'm taking a team to help secure Engineering from the Breen. The Bridge remains secure but if they take Engineering that becomes a moot point." she explained slowly. "We lose the ship and we're all dead or in slave cells at the end of the day and I'm not about to let this happen to my crew. I need you to come with me. Rather than take the wounded to the sickbay, I wanted to bring the sickbay to them."

At that Reneé removed her Type-II phaser from her holster and presented it to Des with a cold smile. "It's set on kill. Hope you remembered your phaser training because I need every weapon on the line."

"I'm more handy than you might think," Des said with a smile and a nod, taking the weapon from her acting captain.

After doing so, Des hurried about to grab some supplies, putting them in her medical bag and nodding when she was ready. She had all sorts of painkillers and hyposprays and for harder jobs, a dermal regenerater and a couple scalpels. Of course first they had to fight their way to Engineering and then through it, so Des made sure Clementine was safe first and then looked at Reneé.

"Ready when you are," she told her nodding, phaser at the ready.

"Stay behind me at all times." ordered Reneé before she gathered her forces and left sickbay. It would be a fair walk towards Engineering and she hoped that they would make good time. She had no idea how many boarders there were or how the space battle was doing. All she had to go on was the rumble of the Indie's superstructure every time a weapon made a hit.

She looked over her shoulder to Des as she walked before snapping her eyes forward again. "So tell me Lieutenant Hyde, what's the butcher's bill?"

Des didn't have to be told twice to stay behind the acting captain as while she had some combat training, she was mostly just a doctor. She was more capable with scalpels than with phasers, but she had some surprises up her sleeves for sure. All she wanted to focus on was getting the invading Breen off of the ship, and getting the crew cared for, however, so she decided to just think about the current task at hand and looked at Reneé.

"So far I've had at least four die in Sickbay and I'm sure there are others around the ship I haven't been informed of--there's a plethura of wounded ranging from first degree burns to broken bones and internal bleeding." Des explained with a nod. "I'll have an actual count for you when all the reports come in."

"Not sure I want to see the numbers." lamented the marine as she used hand signals to co-ordinate her fire team. When a ship was boarded, anyone holding a weapon was better than nothing. While she would have preferred the security team to be a marine squad and for Des to be a Starfleet Medical corpsman it didn't matter. Reneé had her crew and her objective. Wishing didn't do anything for anybody.

The adrenaline was rushing through her veins, causing her eyesight to become sharper, her hearing more sensitive as foot followed foot with rifle in hand. Reneé wasn't an acting captain any more. She was a marine again, a killing machine, something hardened by training and war. "So tell me doctor, think you can kill a man? With a phaser? A knife? Your bare hands?" she asked.

"Once you become a mother, anything is possible," Des said with a gentle nod. "When it comes to protecting what you love the most, you never know what can happen..."

She had never killed a man before even though people had died on her surgical tables, but she knew she had it in her to kill. Most people saw medical personnel as weak, but really they were strong and capable and could do more than anything thought that they could. Des in particular had been around the block a time or two and seeing as this was a time where weapons had to do the talking over words, Des felt as though she could do anything--this was about protecting the crew and protecting Clementine.

Reneé gave a small huff of satisfaction at the answer as if she couldn't think of a better return. Maybe it was for the best given that they'd soon be climbing through Jeffries Tubes again. Stealth was key after all. "Just remember that when the fighting starts..."

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Re: Mission 1: Cold Front

Post by Richard Wayne on Wed Jan 02, 2013 12:21 pm

|| USS Indefatigable
||Bridge
|| 1023
|| Day 1

"Fire all Starboard phaser banks. Ops get a hold of Engineering we need some shields so we can get back in this fight." Richard looked over some readouts. Just then he got a message from Lt. Doughtery looks like he found our weakness. Richard was flipping his work switch on and it was time to fight to survive.

"Sir, we have conformation phasers had found something on our starboard side." Chief Stormer yelled from the Tactical post.

Richard thought that this will even things up its time to unleash hell on the Breen. "Helm bring us around so we can be in the firing arc of our torpedo but try and keep our nose down until we get our shields up any shots we take I want on our armoured roof not our soft underbelly." With the orders the Indie lurched forward and through the thick Nebula you could just make an outline of the Breen Destroyer.

The Breen cruiser's shields flared up as the phaser beams struck. With the nebula swirling around the two vessels it had turned into a blind shoot. Disruptor beams fired, missing the Starfleet vessel. Another salvo was fired which struck the ship and smashed against the unshielded hull. It slithered underneath the Indefatigable before firing two torpedoes towards her nacelles, barely grazing the hull plating.

Like a shark stalking a stricken seal the Breen crusier swung around to face the Indie down with its frontal weapons, hammering towards the port side of the starship. More shots from the frontal disruptor cannons sped orbs and beams of hostile green light towards its target, determined to cripple the ship further.

The Indie was rocking from all these hits. Richard wasn't sure the old hull could take much more. "Helm lets try something new Invert us go Belly up." The room kinda went quiet at the request and all eyes turned to Richard. "Did I stutter...Chief plot in the Weak Spot and fire everything we got I want those Disrupters down!!!"

As the Helm started to twist the Indie in the odd formation. Chief Stormer was trying to get a lock. "Sir, the nebula is really messing with the targeting system."

Richard glared back at his chief and gave out a sigh as he stood from the chair and went back to the Tactical station. It seemed to be working the Breen had no clue what the Indie was doing and the added difficulty to lock on kept there guns silent for a minute. Richard pulled up the specs he had gotten from Lt. Dougherty and manually locked at what he figured was the spot and let lose phasers followed by a blast of torpedoes. There was a flash of blue shield hit and then an explosion it had worked the kink in the armor was found now to see if the aim was good enough to take the disrupters offline.


The fire from the Indefatigable, at first, bounced off of the Breen's shields but it wasn't long before they broke and shots started to impact on the frontal hull armour. Weapons were the first thing to go but it wasn't long before internal explosions rippling along the power conduits with the sudden surge started to cause even more problems. Someone had wired the ship wrong and it started to lose main power, a large explosion pushing its course underneath the Indefatigable.

However there was a moment of collision when the rear end of the Breen ship caught some of the Indie's hull, tearing a gash through the lower most deck before drifting innocently away into their starboard phaser arcs. It was crippled. For now.


"Sir we have hull breach on the lower decks the plan worked but we collided." Ops Officer explained

Richard stood up it had been a risky move he had down in a simulation once and it payed off but at what price. "Get Damage control teams down there seal off those sections. Get me a count of loss ASAP." Richard walked up closer to the view-screen. It looks like the big Breen ship was finally dead in the water. The glimmer of the kill got in Richard's eyes he turned to his trusted Chief at the Tactical station. "Chief let loose hell on them all starboard phasers. Blow them back to the icy hell they came from."

Without shields the Breen ship was open to the phaser shots. At first they missed or glanced off of the ship's hull. Then they got closer and closer until the main body of the Breen vessel was being sliced away by intense phaser fire. It wasn't long until the warp core started to go critical like pressure building within pipes. There was only one way for it to be released.

Just over minimum safe distance from the Indefatigable, the Breen ship exploded. Debris peppered and showered the Starfleet cruiser. Hull fragments bounced along the vessel's hull which caused gashes and dents to appear. Yet the fight was one, the guns could be silenced.

For now at least.
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Re: Mission 1: Cold Front

Post by Oliver Dougherty on Fri Jan 04, 2013 4:33 am

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| USS Indefatigable
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|| 1015
|| Day 1

Lieutenant's Wayne and Dougherty had gone to Dougherty's Office to sift through every bit of information that they could find on the Breen Warship, a Gor Taan-class battle cruiser.

After hours relentlessly looking over old field reports and ship schematics Oliver, was at his wit's end.

About the time that he put one of the twenty or so PADDS that he had piled and spread out around him a sharp blast sent Lieutenant Wayne sprawling to the deck and Oliver tipped backwards in his chair beacsue his body was already out of optimal position from the full body stretch that he was in teh middle of, then the lurch of the ship threw him completely off balance enough that he went sailing feet up hitting hard on his neck and the top of his shoulders.

After reganing their bearings and a standing position the two men looked at each other and without a word Oliver went back to his PADDs and Lieutenant Wayne departed and then made the call for a QRT.

Without thinking about it he belted out, "Dammit!" And as few seconds later he realized that he had bitten his tongue not only because of the intense throb in his mouth but the metallic, coppery taste that was slowly getting stronger.

By chance he picked up a PADD that was at the bottom of a large pile. On the very first screen was a priority one message that Captain Benjamin Sisko had sent to the fleet after the battle of after the discovery off his Security Chief, a Founder named Odo, discovered that the ships had a weakness in their aft impulse manifolds. A solid hit with a torpedo, or a concentrated phaser blast would cause a chain reaction leading to the reactor from the damaged manifold and destroy the ship, and if she isn't destroyed the impulse reactor can rupture the warp core when it goes critical.

It should be a last resort but they needed this.

=A= Dougherty to Wayne, we have an answer. He sent the targeting instructions to the bridge.=A=

Oliver armed himself with a type II hand phaser and carried on down the corridor on his way to the bridge. He was hoping that he wouldn't have to fight much on the way there and he was relieved to find a disruptor rifle on a Breen soldier that was lying on the deck about four sections away from the turbolift.

Well he thought he would be taking the turbolift. But since the doors didn't open he realized that he would have to climb his way there. He wasn't exactly sure where he was going but that he needed to go UP. The engineers in this area of the ship must have been jokesters because the twists and turns that he had to make got him lost on more than one occasion. After Oliver had doubled back on his tracks on more than once he finally opened the hatch and kicked open the panel leading onto the bridge, to fins about seven phaser rifles pointed at his face momentarily as he exited the jefferies tube.

"Well hello, there."
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Re: Mission 1: Cold Front

Post by Reneé Lucas on Sat Jan 05, 2013 2:11 am

|| USS Indefatigable
|| Engineering
|| 1042
|| Day 1


The news of the Breen ship's destruction rippled along combadges and sent a wave of morale amongst the Indie's crew. Yet that didn't eliminate the prospect of what came next. If anything it made removing the Breen more crucial since their attack would be one out of desperation. That motivation could drive an enemy to do drastic and unforeseeable things yet Reneé remained confident despite the raging battle ahead.

Along the corridors she could hear disruptor and phaser fire echoing along the bulkheads. Her squad secured the area around her before she managed to tap her combadge. =/\= This is the acting captain. I've reached the Engineering deck. I'm in one of the corridors with a reinforcement squad. Can anyone respond? =/\=

Danny Sullivan had just changed out the power source for his phaser rifle. The Breen were coming through in waves now and the rag-tag team of "soldiers" were holding them off for now, but it was coming at a price. The security Lieutenant that was leading them was dead which left LTJG Fong the only officer left and Sullivan would be damned if he was going to take orders from him. He had appointed himself leader and began shifting the others into position to fend off the next wave. He kept Fong close to him so that he could keep an eye on him. So far the Bolian officer had done a decent job. He heard his comm badge go off.

=/\= This is the acting captain. I've reached the Engineering deck. I'm in one of the corridors with a reinforcement squad. Can anyone respond? =/\=

Thank God, reinforcements, he thought.

=/\= Captain, this is Chief Sullivan. Thank God, you are here. We are around the corner from Holodeck 3 on Deck 20. It is good to hear your voice.=/\=

=/\= Likewise Chief. We've just come out of access hatch 27-Kilo, other side of the deck from you. Even brought the CMO to patch up any broken engineers. Where's Lieutenant Fong? Is he dead? Who's leading your gang? =/\=

Sullivan looked over at LTJG Fong who perked up at the mention of his name.

=/\= He is here, I took over when Lieutenant Reymer was killed. I am glad to hear you have a Doc with you, we are going to need one. We have lots of dead and wounded. Announce yourselves when you show up. I don't want a nervous rifleman taking a shot at you because he thought you were the Breen. =/\=

=/\= Good shout, will sound off before walking around the corner.=/\= she replied before pushing her squad forward. It was odd that Fong wasn't leading the defenders given that he was the senior most officer around. At least before Reneé showed up. It was another question to be answered after all of this was done.

They had came across a small Breen unit protecting their rear flank and a disruptor blast pushed one of her security officers into a bulkhead. She grabbed one of his pouches on the front of his tactical vest and pulled him around the corner, firing off indiscriminately at the Breen barricade before she hugged the corner.

"See to that man lieutenant!" she barked at Des.

Des didn't have to be told twice as she an instinct about a situation such as this...one where something just snaps inside and you know you have to act. Instead of leaping into action to fight anyone as she was covered, her medical bag flew open and shewent straight for the phaser wound--nothing she hadn't seen before...nothing she couldn't handle. All the set phasers to stun and set them to kill--medicine these days was remarkable and having just gotten shot, the right stimulant would keep the man's heart doing what it needed to do and Des was seasoned in this.

The hypospray was to his neck in no time at all and she was working on his wound with the regenerater as she checked his vitals. She was going to get everyone patched up enough to send them on their way until further notice--patched up enough to keep fighting back until they could rest. Smiling a little to herself at her calm head under pressure, she placed a gentle hand to the man's face and nodded.

"You'll be fine, Kid," Des told him.

With the wounded security officer pulled away from the fight Reneé could focus on taking down the Breen's impromptu barricade made with parts and containers. They had even set up a heavy disruptor repeater on top of the box and it was giving large amounts of suppressive fire. Green bolts and pulses were spat at the bulkhead to Reneé's left as she darted her head back and forth as if trying to get a good set of eyes on the target.

A quick glance around their surroundings showed that there was no way to quickly flank the position. She tapped her combadge and linked her comms to Danny.

=/\= Sullivan, this is Lucas. Encountered heavy weapon blocking our paths. Can you disable the grav plating from sections from hatch 27-Kilo to hatch 29-Kilo?=/\=

=/\= You got it Skipper=/\=

Sullivan snapped his fingers and pointed at LT Fong, "Lieutenant, can you handle that? Take Petty Officer Mason with you. Make it quick"

Fong bristled a bit at an enlisted man giving him orders, but the near miss from a Breen rifle got him in gear. He grabbed an Engineering kit and with the Petty Officer in tow make his way to an empty Engineering console that would shield him from the fire fight. He pried off the access cover and tapped in a few commands on the interface. Petty Officer Mason knelt down and began pulling the computer chips and reinstalling them elsewhere. Fong ran into a problem, the safety interlock.
=/\= Chief, the interlock is not letting me in =/\=

Sullivan swore. =/\= Use the manual override=/\= Sullivan swore again. Any crewman fresh out of training knew how to override a safety interlock. "Damn stupid officer"

Fong keyed in the manual override code every officer was issued when he checked on board. =/\= Captain, this is Fong. Grav Plating is disabled=/\=

The sudden loss of gravity was disorientating at first especially when every little twist and turn could send a person spinning out of control. Luckily the Starfleet squad were ready and thus were merely lifted off of the ground. The Breen however flailed in a vain attempt to regain control of the gravity, the box that held the turret floating away from its operator.

Without mag-boots Reneé and her team were fighting completely grav-free. She and the security officers floated from around the corner with weapons brought to bear. Orange pulses of light flew out of the muzzles and smacked the Breens' chest armour, causing them to become lifeless, floating bodies without so much as a returned shot.

While slightly annoyed about the lack of gravity, Des had done just as she had been sent out to do and patched up the injured crew member. She had been working on fixing up the more outer problems when the gravity went off and as it was needed to get the edge in this battle, Des couldn't complain much--her part was done. At least medically speaking her part was done at this particular juncture and now it was time to do just a little something more.

Reneé didn't see how Des handled the fight, nor the wounded man in zero-grav but she had confidence in her abilities. Once more her hand tapped her combadge to fill the corridor with the reassuring chirp. =/\= Sullivan, enemy position destroyed, route to your position clear as far as I know. Reactivate gravity and report your status. Are you under siege or assault? =/\=

=/\= The Breen have reinforcements coming through Captain. We are holding but I am going to need the calvary soon=/\=

He tapped his comm badge.
=/\= Fong, get that gravity restored and you and Mason get back here on the double=/\=

He didn't even bother to hear the reply as he turned his attention back to the advancing Breen. Danny had been here before. Not here in a physical sense, but here as on a starship in the middle of a firefight with an enemy. A new wave of Breen boarders was pushing through and the cries of the wounded and silence of the dead filled his ears. "Ok everyone make your shots count. Sounds like help is on the way but I don't know when they will get here." He gripped his rifle tighter and took a shot at a Breen soldier who fell backwards onto one of his partners. He looked towards the hatch the Breen were coming through and saw a group of about 7 or 8 Breen looking to come through and he fired his phaser into the crowd and 3 Breen went down causing a bottleneck that the Breen couldn't get through.

As they made their way to their destination, Des found herself checking a couple of bodies on the ground along the way, not giving too much ceremony to those that were dead and from the looks of it, dead Starfleet personnel and Breen intruders littered their path. At one point a couple of Breen reinforcements showed up to try and yet again gain the upper hand that was being taken from them, but Des was quick on her trigger finger, using the kill set phaser that Reneé had handed her before bringing her along. She wanted to be with the fallen Engineers in Engineering and if that meant going through Breen than so be it.

She raised the phaser up when the two rounded the corner, the whole party on obvious alert, aiming and firing and proving once and for all that she was more than a doctor. Most people saw the medical blue and heard that she was a doctor and wrote her off as that person you go to for stitches or a check up--not a woman that knew how to use a phaser. Perhaps in hand to hand combat she wouldn't fair well as she wasn't a fighter but a healer, but she had surprises up her sleeves that no one knew about. Once the Breen hit the floor, Des moved her medical bag out of her way and shot at the other, who was already taking fire...not for long.

The sudden beam of phaser fire whizzing past Reneé's ear as it impacted onto the two Breen soldiers was enough for her to stumble forward and turn around to see Des with the phaser in her hand. "Steady there doctor. Nice shooting however, next time wait for me to get my head out of the way." she commented with a respectable smirk on her face before she pushed her force forward. The sound of fighting intensified which only served to spur Reneé on further.

"Come on!" she yelled out. "We've got the take the pressure off of the engineers! We lost this ground, we lose it all!"

Reneé's team pushed forward against another corner which was directly behind the last Breen position. They had tried to make a push for the Engineering Bay but instead found themselves halted by the intense fire. Of course the Breen responded by pouring as much disruptor fire into Engineering with the obvious hopes of simply whittling the defenders to nothing. She grabbed one of the photon grenades from her bandoleer and primed it for a lethal setting, activated the fuse and threw it towards the armoured cluster before hugging her corner. There was a violent explosion which sent them flying backwards and forwards.

She stepped around the corner with her rifle raised, shooting a surviving Breen shoulder as he reached for his rifle. "Chief! This is Lucas! We're coming in!" she yelled out as she stepped over the bodies. Reneé passed the threshold and entered Engineering and got a good look around her her dead and wounded crew members. "Hyde! See to these men and women! Petty officer, set up a perimeter in case there is any more of the frost-breathers around."

The acting captain sighed outwards and leaned against a nearby bulkhead before her eyes fixed on Fong. "Lieutenant Fong, report!"


Danny's face showed the obvious relief he felt in seeing the CO, a fresh group of reinforcements, and the medics. He shouldered his rifle and did a quick count of the dead and wounded. 8 dead, 6 seriously wounded and 4 walking wounded. Himself, Fong, Petty Officer Stephenson, and Chief Brannon. Well he wouldn't really count Fong as wounded just a minor sprain he had received tripping over an overturned crate. Stephenson took a minor blast to the arm and Brannon had a nasty gash on his leg which Sullivan had bandaged. He himself had a small gash on his cheek and a near miss to his back. He stepped back when he heard Captain Lucas address the sole remaining officer.

Trella Fong also did a quick count in his head and swallowed. "Captain...ummm we have 8 dead and 6 wounded. The perimeter has been set up and Engineering is clear of enemy forces. I believe Chief Sullivan can provide you with a more detailed report of any damage we sustained."

Sullivan pushed himself off the wall. "Yes Captain, we have full sensors up and running and the shields are back up to 85% and climbing. The forward phaser emitter is still trashed and main power has been restored to most decks, but hold off on using the holodeck for awhile".

With a nod Reneé sighed. "Make sure we can go to warp. We're heading to Starbase Twelve for repairs. I'm taking us off the line until the ship is ready to be deployed. Consider it a small slice of RnR. Not sure if you got the report but the bridge crew managed to destroy the enemy vessel. Gentlemen, ladies, we're off the line."


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