Light Show
Episode Name: Light Show
Written By: Grey
Cast: Avery, Crayn, Donavon, Foster, Green, Grey and Jem'Hadar.
Produced By: Starfleet
Directed By: Grey
Aired On: Wed Aug 10 23:39:47 2005
Stardate: 55180.3
Time: Wed Aug 10 19:33:31 2005
Stardate: 55179.9
The yellow alert lights flash throughout the station.
"Attention all station personnel, residents, and guests. The station has gone to red alert for a combat readiness exercise. This is a drill. I repeat, this is a drill. All Starfleet personnel on the mall levels shall immediately report the the security office. You will be prepared for a combat readiness drill to repel hostile boarders to the station. All medical personal please report to the infirmary to prepare to receive simulated wounded. I repeat, this is a drill. Non Starfleet personnel currently inside businesses on the mall levels are welcome to remain there."
Green arrives from the mall, the office's transparent aluminum doors sliding silently closed behind her.
Green has arrived.
Donavon arrives from the mall, the office's transparent aluminum doors sliding silently closed behind her.
Donavon has arrived.
Foster arrives from the mall, the office's transparent aluminum doors sliding silently closed behind him.
Foster has arrived.
Avery arrives from the mall, the office's transparent aluminum doors sliding silently closed behind her.
Avery has arrived.
Donavon reveals her Type II Phaser.
Crayn arrives from the mall, the office's transparent aluminum doors sliding silently closed behind him.
Crayn has arrived.
Inside security two crewmen are preparing. Laid out are a series of Type IIIC and Type II phasers, except that each weapon has a blue band around it and has written on it 'Training Weapon'. There are also vests beside them. As officers start coming in the crewmen in charge says, "Please surrender all live weaponry for safety. Don a vest and arm yourself with the training weapons. They are use a harmless laser beam which will allow you to fire on your opposition and trigger their vests."
Crayn raises an eyebrow.. "What? No blasts, screaming, or tossing people in the air with explosives? I'm feeling gyped." He smirks, as he begrudgingly disarms his Type I..
Avery makes her way to the equipment, and takes her turn in selecting a vest and phaser. Having nothing to give up, she isn't there long, and moves aside for others to get what they need.
Green skids to a halt at the security desk, and pauses to listen. "Time and place, Ensign Crayn," she says sharply, though she grimaces as she reluctantly turns over both Type II and I in exchange for weird vests and *sigh* a fake rifle and phaser pistol.
Shunk. The crisp withdrawl of her phaser from its holster lets loose a noise. Twirled within hand, she hands over the weapon to the crewman in exchange for the training vest. One such is claimed, arms shoved through the holes before she zips and buttons up. "Consider this the real deal, Crayn, and you won't feel as gyped. Besides," she snaps the training phaser in the holster, "we always need to be on our toes." Lightly, she nods towards Foster.
Foster rubs his hands together for a few moments, having shifted, in the process of moving from outside the Neutral Zone to Station Security, from the worried state he'd been in to the neutral all-business state he usually ends up in when 'working'. He doesn't have a standard weapon (yet), so he just heads straight for the training gear. He pulls on one of the vests and quickly tightens it around him, then adds the IIIc and II to his load.
. o O Donavon thinks, "Back to freshman year at the Academy. The ol' training wheels."
Crayn smirks as he finds a vest big enough for him and puts it on.. "Yeah, yeah... and if I miss my date tonight because of this, we'll see who's toes I'll be on." He grabs the Type IIIc and a II as well.
. o O Nabrun thinks, "A drill is just like the real thing. Keep it real."
As the team arms itself the man continues. "Boarders have breached engineering. In the simulation the engineers were mostly injured or killed, though some were able to escape. Your only goal is take back main engineering. Your opposition will be officers with similar equipment. This is a combat readiness drill due to the possibility of war with the Dominion. You need to handle your own chain of command, planning and assignments. Good luck."
. o O Green thinks, "I'm going... to strangle him."
Donavon's eyebrow lurches two notches. "Duty before dating, Ensign." She heaves a brief sigh, pauses, and faces Foster, considering he's senior in command. "By your orders, sir."
Avery arches a brow at mention of Engineering. Otherwise, she just quietly secures the jacket and checks the training phaser before looking to Foster.
. o O Crayn thinks, "I'm kidding, Meg.. Trying to vent."
Green's gaze snaps toward Crayn. "One more remark like that, Ensign, and I'll have you on report. This is /not/ a game." Looking back toward the briefer, she listens, and nods shortly. Her attention moves to Foster.
Crayn turns cold when he hears the situation. He looks down to his rifle.. "Gee, Zip... Just like the Cafferey." he mutters. He then swallows, posture turning rigid. Solemn face to Green and nods. "Understood, sir." He then turns to Foster, awaiting orders.
. o O Crayn thinks, "And I oh so wanted to be a JG.. Why? So they can implant that stick up my backside as well?"
Foster only raises an eyebrow at Jo's comment, but doesn't say anything else, the other two Security Officers having already spoken up. "All right. This is, as said, a mission to repel boarders. Let's see if we can get a sensor scan of Engineering to find out the location of the enemy. Once we have that, we'll transport in." He turns to the sole Engineer in the room, and says, "Our primary goals here are to keep ourselves alive and to take out the enemy. That means that we're going to need to have cover. Of the five of us, you are the most familiar with the layout of Main Engineering." He asides, "Actually, to tell the truth, I can count the number of times I've been down there on one hand. I was always told I wasn't allowed." He sighs, and goes on. "We can assume that there are likely no Houdinis down there - just not enough room - but there are likely to be shrouded Jem'Hadar, so we'll want to find places with a lot of cover, both to beam in and to fire from. The computer can do a lot, but you have more of a *feel* for the place. So, let's get started."
. o O Green thinks, "Just transport in and start shooting. Now, why do I have the feeling it's not going to be quite that easy?"
Green considers Foster thoughtfully for a moment, then she moves around the duty desk to check the security monitors down in Engineering.
. o O Evans feels a bit of excitement at the drill, but equal nervousness at his performance.
. o O Green thinks, "Two to one they've shot the cams out. I would, if I were them."
Crayn nods with Green's idea as he heads over with her. "Did they leave the monitors up?"
Avery is quiet a moment, most likely imagining Engineering and the best possible spots. "The furthest corner from the Chief's office has a couple of consoles that could be used for cover. There is also the second level which would give a view overall. But I'm not as sure about the cover potential there."
Donavon removes her PADD and tricorder to begin preliminary information gathering. Eyes dart between the devices. "Sir, there is the possibility of beaming two officers to the Jefferies Tubes outside Main Engineering while the remainder of the team beams to Lieutenant Avery's recommended positions. Those two could provide cover fire." She hrms at bit at the data coming in. "Wounded are being flown to the infirmary. Deck 31 has been captured."
GAME: Foster contests his Planetary Tactics/Small-unit vs Moderate and Fails.
Green nods at what she sees, not looking particularly surprised. "Nope," she responds quietly to Crayn, and reports a little louder for Foster as she straightens, "The cams and our internal sensors down there have been 'shot out'. We'll need tricorder readings. Or get Ops to reconfigure the main sensors to point inward, but that'll take time."
Crayn looks to Donavon and Foster. "I can be beamed into the tube, do a tricorder scan, report back the information, and then provide cover fire once you all arrive?"
Donavon taps her PADD in hopes for more data to fly in more quickly. "The element of surprise is required before they take control of the entire Station. They'll see our every move."
Green considers Avery for a moment. "Sure thing they've already got that second level covered." Her gaze flicks over to Foster. "We should transport some flashbangs in there to go off right before we go in."
Foster considers for a long moment. "I'm not too certain about splitting the team up like that. I'm good with the beam-in and tricorder scan, but we have a very small team here, and we don't know how many Jem'Hadar we're up against. One person or even two people could be easily overwhelmed that way. We also don't have much time. We need to get in there ASAP." A pause. "Meg, are you saying all the wounded are out of there?"
. o O Green stifles a groan. "But we'll be twice as effective if we can get them in a crossfire, and harder to pin down if we split up."
Donavon wrinkles her nose. "No, sir. It's possible there's captured or pinned officers remaining. All I can verify with the coms traffic is that Deck 31 is controlled by the Jem'Hadar. Not picking any other reports at this moment." Eyes divert to Avery. "Is it possible to gain control of environmentals from another location? We could pump a specific gas targeted for Jem'Hadar make-up - a sleeping gas so to say."
Green starts to say something, and stops to rephrase. "I hate to point this out like the cold-hearted witch that I am, but losing one or two people versus losing the station is an acceptable risk."
GAME: Foster spends a courage point.
GAME: Foster contests his Planetary Tactics/Small-unit+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.
Avery glances to Donavon. "They should be able to do that from Ops, assuming everything is working as it ought."
Foster pipes up at that, "Actually, I'm already checking on that." He waves the PADD which is back in his hands. "The injectors in Engineering have already been disabled." He looks back at Green. "We don't have any flashbangs, unfortunately. Just these fake phasers." A pause. "Kind of a surprise they pulled IIIc's, considering."
Crayn scratches his head, nothing tactical coming from it. he looks up.. "Considering what, sir?"
"Only as a last resort, Green." Donavon's features tighten. "Then it's the shock and awe technique? Head in hard and fast? Or do we," she considers a rifle, beginning to mumble ever so softly to herself. Clearly the words aren't meant for other ears. "...No time...hair brain ideas. Configure rifle...stun automatically. Beam in...diversion..." Eyes seek Foster for leadership.
Green looks ceilingward at Caleb's words, murmuring, "Of course." Shaking her head, she says more clearly, "Considering it looks like the drill parameters are generally stacked against us, Jo. Alright then," she looks toward Foster, "Final plan?" She either ignores Meg's first comment, or doesn't hear it.
. o O Green thinks, "Yeah, last resort is nice when you have plenty of time. We don't."
"Type IIIc phaser rifles are - or were - the domain of Timefleet officers," Foster explains. "Starfleet Security usually uses Type III phaser rifles." He goes on. "I think the problem with the previous plan isn't so much the splitting up, but splitting between tubes and Engineering. In the time it would take to get out of the tubes, the people in Engineering itself would be dead, which would follow up with the death of the people coming in from the tubes. As I see it, we have two possible positionings: Two people in one position, three in the other, or two, two, and one, and catch them in a crossfire. Hit 'em hard and fast before they can respond. While three positions is better, leaving one person alone doesn't sit well with me, so I'm thinking two and three."
Crayn shrugs. "I can be the lone man.. Done it before.. Only this time I won't get a real shot to my shoulder."
Green looks at Foster for a long moment. "Fine. Two and three. Who's going with Jo in the Jeffries tube? Caleb, they don't have to get /out/ of the tubes. They can shoot from inside them. Probably better to, anyhow, they should provide some cover. And we can coordinate timing easily enough."
Donavon nods. "The tube entrance is situated relatively well enough for two rifles to 'snipe' into the area."
Avery is quiet as the discussion continues, apparently leaving the tactical things up to those who know what they are talking about.
. o O Nabrun thinks, "Mental note, brush up on the procedure for anticoagulants."
Donavon listens to the options, considers them, and in fact grins impishly at Green. "Pop the hatch with enough force...I see what you mean by timing, Green." Head ducking, she types onto her PADD to send out messages to Ops, updates on the dispatched security team.
"That's a double-edged sword, Meg," Foster says. "Anyone restricted to a Jeffries Tube is going to have limited sniping range and limited movement and retreat ability. Unless they exit the tube immediately, in which case they're in the open and dead. Even with coordinating time-wise, it'd be like that person or people weren't really there. There's no guarantee that the enemy will be in range of fire. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. I also don't think popping a hatch will surprise them. It wouldn't surprise me - I'd be expecting that tactic - so I'm sure Jem'Hadar, who are trained for war, would not be surprised."
Green takes a slightly deep breath, lets it out again.
Crayn sighs.. "So, we're really blind no matter what. We beam in in two groups and just blast at them?"
. o O Green thinks, "Caleb. You talk too much. Pick a plan. Pick your teams. We're running out of time."
Foster shakes his head, "We can beam into the Tube and, protected by the seal, get a scan of Engineering. Beam you out, then beam into Engineering and open fire. If you want to go two, two, and one..." He turns to Avery, and asks, "Got a third possible positioning for me?"
"By the same token, Foster, they'll expect an assault of this caliber," Donavon states as a matter of fact, not argument. "Hard and fast then." She double checks the output on her training phaser but scroll on her PADD diverts attention. "Coms...bloody," she bites off the curse, "Deck 25's been taken in one leap. If we don't move in *now* they'll leap from there to 21, taking the shuttlebay and docking ring. And they still have control of engineering on top of the tubes and industrial lift for shuttles and cargo. There's hints that they're on 25..a quick end round...I can't confirm this."
Avery says, "There are plenty of consoles and storage lockers to choose from, for a single person. Depends on where you want them. There is also the Chief's office."
Donavon raps her PADD as the interference builds. "Broken repo--" she clarifies in an even tone, "A small group on Deck 25. Still no confirmation on that."
Foster nods, "Hard and fast. We'll take Engineering, then use internal sensors to grab the stragglers. We don't have any more time to waste, and we don't have any more people to deploy. Engineering is a higher-priority target. Let's go." He grimaces. "I hate giving the option, but until I know that it's anything more than a small group on 25, 31 is still the primary target."
Green nods shortly. "Right then. Let's get cracking."
Crayn nods.. "Alright. Still want me to beam in first and do a scan?"
Avery double checks her phaser, even if it is only a training weapon, and glances back to Foster for the rest of the orders.
Foster nods, "No. Our timetable has been pushed up. Let's choose a location in a rough triangle to the two other locations and transport. Remember, duck and cover, then fire. Try to get the Jem'Hadar before they can shroud." Not that there's likely to actually BE Jem'Hadar there, but...
Crayn nods and shrugs.. "Alright then." he looks around. "I'm good to go."
Green glances briefly at the security desk, her hands moving of their own accord to ready her rifle, then back to Foster.
. o O Green thinks, "I suppose there's no time to bang my head on the bloody desk out of frustration."
Foster goes on. "Jo, you'll be our one singular. You asked for it, you got it. You'll come in from the third point. Avery and Green, you're together - LTJG Green is our best shot. You go in on the lower level position. Meg and I will come in on high position. Get into cover and then take 'em out." Once everyone is in position, he gives the commands to transport.
Donavon updates Ops on the game plan before securing her PADD and tricorder into place. Next, her type II is held at ready, rifle shoved aside at this point to lay against her backside.
With the order given five transporter beams envelop the mission team and in a blink of an eye they're gone from the office.
A moment after they are beamed out of engineering the team rematerializes in main engineering. Avery choose well, finding a small but decent spot for Crayn and a pair of large consoles for Green and herself to hide behind. The team on the second floor simply can not hide as well, but again Avery choose about the best spot to hide for them. At least ten 'Jem'Hadar', which are really Starfleet crewman, are scattered around the room. Each of the enemy is wearing a bright red arm band, and they're all wearing the same vests as Foster's team. As soon as the transport occurs those enemies scatter into positions to hide and fight back.
. o O Foster thinks, "Not that you're our worst shot, Avery, but when compared to career Security Officers and ex-Timefleet... well, most probably you are. Sorry."
GAME: Donavon spends a courage point.
GAME: Donavon contests her Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser (claiming Advantage) vs Grey's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Disadvantage) and Succeeds.
Adjustment swift, Donavon shifts off to the side, semi-crouch, and in haste locates the targets. Pinpointing a red band on the deck, open fire is laid.
. o O Evans feels a bit more nervous and anxious about being left in charge of the triage, but a heft amount of determination also fill him.
GAME: Crayn spends a courage point.
Donavon's initial fire proves true. One man down.
GAME: Crayn contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser rifle (claiming Advantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Disadvantage) and Succeeds.
Crayn finds quick cover from his position and levels an aim at the first 'jemmie' he sees. Pulling off a squeeze of the trigger, he hits succesfully, taking the man out.
GAME: Foster spends a courage point.
GAME: Foster contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/Phaser Rifle (claiming Advantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Disadvantage) and Succeeds.
Foster, for his part, ducks to the other side from his partner. True to form, cover is a little more difficult up here, but Foster has always had a fast reaction time. Levelling the phaser rifle (copy), he targets a red band skittering for cover, and hits. That's three men down.
GAME: Green contests her Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser rifle vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Disadvantage) and Succeeds.
Green's rifle and finger are ready as she materializes. It only takes a few millimeters' shift of the weapon's muzzle before she squeezes the trigger to drop yet another 'bad guy'. Only then does she grimly duck down a bit behind the covering console, already looking for another target.
GAME: Foster spends a courage point.
GAME: Avery spends a courage point.
GAME: Donavon spends a courage point.
GAME: Green spends a courage point.
GAME: Crayn spends a courage point.
GAME: Jem'Hadar contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser (claiming Disadvantage) vs Donavon's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Advantage) and Marginally Succeeds.
GAME: Jem'Hadar contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser (claiming Disadvantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Disadvantage) and Fails.
GAME: Jem'Hadar contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Foster's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Advantage) and Fails.
GAME: Jem'Hadar contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Green's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Advantage) and Succeeds.
GAME: Jem'Hadar contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser (claiming Disadvantage) vs Avery's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Advantage) and Succeeds.
GAME: Jem'Hadar contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser (claiming Disadvantage) vs Crayn's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Advantage) and Fails.
. o O Nabrun thinks, "Why, as I live and breathe. It's Craig Malloy, Jr."
Avery starts to locate a target to fire, then looks down in dismay as her vest is hit. She makes like a good 'dead' person and crouches behind the console with a look that's part irritation, part disgust.
The firefight becomes fast and intense in the blink of an eye with both sides exchanging fire. The room lights up with simulated phaser fire. Several of the 'enemy' go down, far more than the attackers.
GAME: Donavon contests her Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser (claiming Advantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.
Phaser fire in her direction falls a hair short of the vest's target; Donavon barely squeezes out 'alive.' Slight mutterings tic off irritation before she jerks out into view to knock down another target. Hard and fat as ordered, another one bites phaser dust.
GAME: Crayn contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser rifle (claiming Advantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.
Crayn ducks out just in time as a beam whizzes past. He peers out and shoots again, hitting his target.
GAME: Foster contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/Phaser Rifle (claiming Advantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Fails.
As fire is returned, Foster ducks behind a console, letting it take the brunt of the simulated polaron weapon shot. He twitches out again, chooses his target, fires, and... misses as the "Jem'Hadar" ducks behind cover as well. Even as the RRO ducks back behind the console again, he curses in Klingon.
Green apparently should have ducked before /firing/. Shaking her head a bit when she realizes she's been 'shot', she too settles down beside Avery, glancing expressionlessly toward the engineer. "Indeed." Tay shifts to a knee, lips moving in silent countdown.
. o O Green thinks, "Acceptable casualties, Tay. Get ready."
GAME: Jem'Hadar contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Donavon's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Advantage) and Marginally Succeeds.
GAME: Jem'Hadar contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Foster's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Advantage) and Fails.
GAME: Jem'Hadar contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Marginally Fails.
GAME: Jem'Hadar contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Crayn's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Advantage) and Succeeds.
GAME: Avery spends a courage point.
GAME: Avery contests her Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon (claiming Advantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Fails.
Avery bides her time till the countdown is done, then wastes little time in peeking around the edge of the console to pick a target and fire....and miss.
Two more Jem'Hadar crewmembers settle down 'dead' under fire from the team. The battle continues to rage, though the numbers are evening out now.
GAME: Donavon contests her Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser (claiming Advantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Marginally Fails.
Push comes to shove, the Irish grit in Donavon certainly has edged her out on a small margin of escape; the next shot her way zips across the top of her shoulder. Eyes glint mischievously. "Dinnae think it would be so easy, did you?" is murmured to herself before she pops off another round. This one, however, goes wide and misses her intended.
GAME: Foster contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/Phaser Rifle (claiming Advantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Fails.
Crayn thinks he can get another shot in, but instead gets zapped.. he grumbles, waiting for his chance to 'respawn'.
"Where are the buggers?" Foster mutters to himself. Once again leaving the console to take a polaron shot - hey, Engineering should be glad these aren't REAL shots, or they'd be needing lots of repair again - he ducks out, heading swinging back and forth, looking for the telltale red indicators. He finds red all right, but firing a training laser at a flashing console light isn't going to take down any of the so-called Jem'Hadar. But, hey, maybe he can take down life support while he's at it, neh?
GAME: Green contests her Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser rifle vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.
Three... two... one. Tay's phaser rifle whips over the console, and a target acquired. ZAP. Even as another enemy falls, she's sidestepping a few feet further down the console to find another poor luckless baddie.
GAME: Jem'Hadar contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Donavon's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Advantage) and Fails.
GAME: Jem'Hadar contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Foster's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Advantage) and Fails.
GAME: Jem'Hadar contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Marginally Fails.
GAME: Avery contests her Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon (claiming Advantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.
Avery mutters something softly about phaser happy officers and her poor consoles, and manages to shoot one of the fake enemy /without/ damaging any of her precious systems.
. o O Foster thinks, "I think I might have to revise my opinion, Lieutenant Avery. Nice shot there."
Another pair of the crewman acting the part of the enemy go down under fire, leaving only two firing at the team.
GAME: Donavon contests her Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser (claiming Advantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.
Donavon hunkers down to position. Fire darts clear across Engineering, zipping past her head. Keeping her focus, eyes focus in on another red band warrior. Target locked; she lets loose hell to knock down another. One left.
GAME: Crayn contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser rifle (claiming Advantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Marginally Fails.
Crayn cheers quietly as his vest re-activates. He gets back up into firing position and lets off another blast, this time hitting someone.... where a guy wouldn't want to be hit... thankfully it's just light, and, unfortunately for Jo, it was nowhere near the vest.
GAME: Foster contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/Phaser Rifle (claiming Advantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Marginally Succeeds.
That poor, poor console covering Caleb Foster takes another shot, while the officer behind it is safe and sound. He ducks down again on the opposite side of it this time, chooses a target, fires and... hits! Unfortunately, while hitting someone right between the eyes would usually be good, this ISN'T one of those times. But hey! At least he didn't hit a console this time!
. o O Green thinks, "Ah, now that's more like it. I spy with my little eye..."
GAME: Green spends a courage point.
GAME: Green contests her Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser rifle (claiming Advantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Marginally Fails.
Green's attention focuses in on the last enemy. Perhaps she's a bit careless... Nah. It's Tay Green. Either way, the light of her shot briefly illuminates a non-vested throat. She blinks and readjusts her aim.
. o O Green mutters.
That one last enemy in the room tries to scurry for cover, too outgunned to fight back for the moment.
GAME: Avery contests her Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon (claiming Advantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Fails.
Avery tries to follow the last as he scurries, but misjudges her speed to his and the shot passes just behind him.
GAME: Donavon contests her Intellect/Perception vs Routine and Marginally Succeeds.
GAME: Green contests her Intellect/Perception vs Routine and Marginally Fails.
GAME: Crayn contests his Intellect/Perception vs Routine and Succeeds.
GAME: Foster contests his Intellect/Perception vs Routine and Succeeds.
GAME: Avery contests her Intellect/Perception vs Routine and Marginally Succeeds.
GAME: Jem'Hadar contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Green's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Advantage) and Fails.
GAME: Jem'Hadar contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Green's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Advantage) and Fails.
GAME: Jem'Hadar contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Avery's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Advantage) and Fails.
GAME: Jem'Hadar contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Avery's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Advantage) and Fails.
GAME: Jem'Hadar contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Donavon's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Advantage) and Fails.
As everyone tries to peg that last visible Jem'Hadar the backups arrive. Out of the core area come four more enemies. They target the officers slow to react and send a slew of fire at Avery, Green and Donavon. Too bad they all miss.
GAME: Donavon contests her Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser (claiming Advantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Marginally Fails.
Loud whizzing strikes past Donavon's ear to crack forcibly to the bulkhead behind. Wide-eyed at the sudden assault, a swift prayer of thanks is muttered off, before the officer rains down phaser fire. A smidgeon off, that 'Dominion' officer stays alive.
GAME: Crayn contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser rifle (claiming Advantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.
Crayn realizes something... there's rarely ever such a thing as a 'lone' Jem'hadar. As the thought hits him, he screams.. "GET DOWN!!!" He ducks for cover. He peeks out in time to see that no one's been hit, thankfully. he squeezes off another shot and takes one of the remaining 5 down.
GAME: Foster contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/Phaser Rifle (claiming Advantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.
Foster opens his mouth to shout something very similar to what Crayn does, and stops when the words echo across the room. Instead, he calls, "Five on ... Four on..." He fires his own shot and takes another one down. "Three on us five. Take 'em down, guys!"
GAME: Green contests her Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser rifle (claiming Advantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.
Green ducks instinctively at Crayn's shout, nearly splatting herself on the console. The new arrivals draw her eye and then her aim. "Oh great. And me all out of bubblegum..." A squeeze of the trigger, and one of the invaders goes down.
GAME: Jem'Hadar contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Foster's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Advantage) and Fails.
GAME: Jem'Hadar contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Donavon's Coordination/reaction & Dodge (given Advantage) and Succeeds.
GAME: Avery contests her Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon (claiming Advantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Marginally Fails.
Avery is surprised at the newest arrivals, and uses up her luck in not getting hit again, failing to nail the vest of the 'enemy' she does hit.
Donavon drops down to her knee the moment her vest lights up. Seconds, she counts until she's returned to the playing field.
GAME: Crayn contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser rifle (claiming Advantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.
Crayn aims the rifle again, shooting for one as he dives from one console to the other. He hits, and cheers.
GAME: Foster contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/Phaser Rifle (claiming Advantage) vs Jem'Hadar's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.
"Way to go, Jo!" Foster calls, moving up and away from the console and firing in one shot. And so goes down the last of the Jem'Hadar... for now. Quickly, Foster moves to duck behind another console, hand moving towards his tricorder.
Green doesn't bother shooting as the last foe drops. She doesn't relax, either, sweeping the muzzle of her rifle across engineering. "Caleb! Twenty-five?"
. o O Evans feels quite proud of himself at his work during the drill, some of the anxiety over his assignment lessened considerably since his first day.
Avery starts to take aim again, when the last obvious enemy is hit. She half crouches and quickly takes a scan for any others. "That seems to be all of them here."
As the last enemies are falling the vests and weapons freeze, showing everyone is paused. The lift doors hiss and out steps one Captain. Balin is his ugly golf gear and has an apple in one hand. He looks right at Foster and says, "What did you do wrong?"
. o O Matheson gathers his thoughts about the patient he lost, running through in his head whether he could have done anything better. A simulated patient only, but there is a sense of regret, still, or insufficiency.
"We have Main Engineering," Foster begins, standing. "Meg, notify Ops. Lieutenant Avery, Tay, check internal sensors so we can get ahold of the ones on 25 and..." And that's when the vests and weapons freeze and the Captain walks in. Foster straightens, pauses for a moment to consider, then says. "Took too long to get our act together. Granted, many of the ideas that we did have would have worked - neurozine gas would have taken them out early on, likely." He adds, after a moment, "That said, the simulation was not completely practical. The Jem'Hadar have the native ability to shroud, but their ships don't. They would have been spotted before they could have gotten on-board and the station's shields and weapons arrays would have slowed them down some, long enough to make a difference. However, overall, we took a bit too long to get organized."
Avery rises fully and lowers her weapon, turning her attention to the Captain as the grilling starts.
. o O Evans seems to have sharp, painful feelings on the topic of helpless medical cases in battle.
Green starts to nod toward Foster. Her mouth opens, then she looks around toward the lift, and instinctively she straightens so fast a few vertebrae pop like cracking knuckles. She doesn't quite snap to attention, but the hardbitten sniper demeanor is exchanged for respectful, attentive officer demeanor in a split second. Tay slings her rifle over her shoulder, a hand resting lightly on the strap.
. o O Green thinks, "Eep!"
Foster pauses for another moment, "Well, that and a good internal sensor scan would have helped immensely. But that takes a long time to do. Maybe we should see about arranging for that kind of internal sensors to be setup." More things for Engineering to take care of!
Donavon twirls her phaser like a gunslinger when planting it within its holster. By now with those sharp reflexes, she's recovered her PADD to notify Ops but immediately straightens her stance once noting the Captain's arrival. Shoulders straight, head up, heels together, Donavon clasps hands to the small of her back, standing at ready.
"You are assuming then that the Jem'Hadar, or the Dominion, does not have a cloak and will never have a cloak and you're designing your preparation around that Mister Foster?" asks Balin. He looks around to the whole team. "You did a good job overall. Part of this simulation should point that expectations can be broken. You never know what you may be up against. Prepare for anything," he says, turning to Foster. "Especially you, Mister Foster." Then a general, "Dismissed." And he's gone again.
The station stands down from its alert status.
Foster blinks a couple of times after the Captain, sighs, and then turns around. "Good job everyone. Thanks for coming!"
"Attention all station personnel, residents, and guests. The station has stood down from alert status. All drills haave been completed. Again, all drills have been completed."
. o O Foster thinks, "They never incorporated the tech after they destroyed that big Romulan force *before*, so why would they have *now*? Until they say otherwise, you have to make certain basic assumptions. If nothing can bedefined, nothing can be planned."
Avery sighs softly and looks around the room. "Its a good thing this wasn't real, or we'd be up to our necks in repair work again."
Green's shoulders slowly relax. She looks around toward Foster, then she moves forward to offer a hand up to the 'dead' Jem'hadar.
. o O Green thinks, "Gods, please, don't let the Captain be on the next Uniform Design Committee."
Donavon shrugs out of the vest to toss it over her arm. "I'll take your vest and phaser if you wish. I'm headed that way before heading off," she says to Foster.
she says to Foster.
Foster nods, "Actually, I have to head up there myself, see if I can catch up with Lieutenant Turtledove."
Avery takes off her vest and offers it and the weapons to Donavon. "Thanks." She sighs, "Looks like I still need more practice with these things."
Green glances upwards as she gives another man a lift, then she heads for the turbolift. "My phasers are probably crying out, all cold and lonely."
Foster heads over to help out another of the "Jem'Hadar" up, saying, "Thanks for all the help. Looks like I've still got a long way to go..."
Donavon collects the training gear, but civilly smiles at the engineer. "Not all of us are gunslingers, Lieutenant." Wink added, she makes her rounds through Main Engineering, taking vests and weapons from any officer, before heading out.
