The Path to Glory
Episode Name: The Path to Glory
Written By: Grey
Cast: Goodwin, Green, Grey, Klingon Warrior, Kryn Endilev, Matheson, McTiernan, Nabrun and Walters.
Produced By: Starfleet
Directed By: Grey
Aired On: Sun Nov 27 13:49:33 2005
Stardate: 55441
Time: Sat Nov 26 17:57:03 2005
Stardate: 55439.0
Rubbing at the bridge of his nose, Commander Goodwin exits the bathroom in a pair of sweats, looking like he's just showered. "Just me, some music, and a PADD of intragalactic case law decisions," he says, with the air of someone looking forwards to time off.
Goodwin's com badge chirrups. "Lieutenant JG Horlotz to Lt. Commander Goodwin."
Goodwin taps his com badge. Goodwin answers with a heavy, resigned, sigh. "Goodwin here. Go ahead, Lieutenant."
Over Goodwin's com badge, Horlotz says, "Sir, long range sensors are picked up a distress call from the Klingon border sir. Its a distress call from the IKS Tor'mang. The call is sketchy on the details, but apparently the Klingons are tangling with another vessel and things are getting very hairy."
Into his com badge, Goodwin says, "All right, Lieutenant. Have the flight deck prep and clear the Thomas Paine for immediate launch. Tell them I'm on my way to take command. Goodwin out."
Goodwin taps his com badge and terminates transmission.
Time: Sat Nov 26 18:10:02 2005
Stardate: 55439.0
McTiernan steps out of the turbolift.
McTiernan is tucking strands of dark hair behind her ear as she steps off the lift and onto the bridge of the USS Thomas Paine. She moves forward and slips into the seat behind the flight console. "Alright, baby" she coos to the ship. "Lets begin pre-flight. Time to earn your pay." As she speaks, her fingers settle over the controls as she begins the standard pre-flight check and start up.
Green steps out of the turbolift.
Matheson steps out of the turbolift.
Green moves swiftly for the Tac station, her fingers darting toward it even before she settles into a stance there. The board lights up, and she delves into a pre-flight check.
Nabrun steps out of the turbolift.
Matheson steps onto the bridge, his medical kit slung neatly over his shoulder, though he removes it and tucks it under his arm as he pauses to look around. Then he makes his way around the edge of the bridge and towards a spare seat in the command area.
Goodwin steps out of the turbolift.
Nabrun steps off the lift, her medkit in hand. She's pretty much right behind Matheson, and smiling a bit. "LT Matheson, I believe we have our pre-flight to conduct? I'll be assisting this evening." Someone sounds to be in a good mood, at least.
Kryn Endilev steps out of the turbolift.
Goodwin breezes into the command well, looking for all the world like he just got out of the shower and threw on his uniform. "Doctors, feel free to join me in the command well." He gestures to the seats on the other sides of the Big Chair. "Mister Endilev, you can sit at Mission Ops. Mister McTiernan, how are we on our pre-flight check-list?"
Green continues to run her own flight-check, her expression blank. She does, however, nod once or twice at teh results.
Matheson turns and looks at Nabrun. He removes his tricorder. "Tricorder. Check." His medical kit, "Check." Then he says, "I think we have just about everything for the routine medical emergency. Sickbay is prepared to receive casualties in the event of something more severe, and I've made sure the nurses and orderlies are ready."
Kryn Endilev steps off the turbolift car not long after Goodwin arrives on the bridge. "Aye, sir," he replies. "On it." He makes his way to the indicated station.
McTiernan doesn't look away from her console as she nods and answers the Boss. "Moving through pre-flight now, Sir. Step twelve of twenty-five. So far, we're green across the board."
Green speaks up now, straightening. "Green lights across the board on Tactical, Commander."
Goodwin's com badge chirrups. "Lieutenant JG Horlotz to Lt. Commander Goodwin."
Nabrun dips her head to Matheson and moves to settle into a spot on the other side of Goodwin. "Thank you, Lieutenant," she tells Matheson. "My gear's been checked and double checked."
"Very good," says Goodwin, settling into the Big Chair and pulling up the command review of systems from that spot. "A few minutes ago, the Station received a distress call from the IKS Tor'mang along the Klingon border. They're involved in a dog-fight with another vessel, and it's going rough. So we may be going in hot, and we may be taking on casualties or survivors. And that's the Operations center right now --" He reaches for his commpin.
Goodwin taps his com badge. "Goodwin here. Go ahead, Lieutenant."
. o O Green thinks, "Another vessel? That can make a Klingon ship scream for help? Uh oh."
Goodwin sits down at Command.
Over Goodwin's com badge, Horlotz says, "Sir, the Paine is cleared for departure on your mark. We still have no details beyond the initial report. We're trying to confirm what Klingon forces may be responding, but, simply put, we don't have any information for you."
Matheson goes to one of the empty 'guest' command chairs and sits down, setting his medical kit between his legs as he turns to listen.
Into his com badge, Goodwin laughs, but it's more ironic than genuine. "Well, good thing it's our policy to respond to distress signals no matter what then, Lieutenant. Thank you, though. Paine out."
Goodwin taps his com badge and terminates transmission.
Green glances briefly toward Goodwin, nods once at his information.
Kryn Endilev goes through the process of activating the mission operations station. He pokes and prods at the on screen displays and when he's finished, the menu and display looks suspiciously more like a ship's internal security station than its intended function.
There is long metallic clunk as the airlock clamps disengage, freeing the Thomas Paine from the station.
A beep from her console brings McT's head up, a smile on her face. "Sir, pre-flight is complete and we're green for launch" she tells him before rotating her shoulders a bit to loosen up. Dog fight. Woot!
. o O McTiernan thinks, "A dog fight? What a great way to .ease. into my new position. C'mon adrenaline!"
Goodwin gestures to the front once the docking clamps are released. "Ahead one quarter impulse, Mister McTiernan, until we are clear of the Station. You can get the coordinates for the distress beacon from the Station flight deck." He seems more contemplative than excited.
. o O Goodwin thinks, "What /now/?"
Green's eyes flick toward the Ops console, then down toward her own board. Calm? That doesn't quite describe her demeanor. It's more as if she is simply unaffected, her neutral expression and loose body language unchanging.
Nabrun folds her hands in her lap as she settles back, watchful. While she seems relaxed, there's an air of anticipation around her.
McTiernan nods, "One quarter impulse, aye Sir." As she sets the Paine into motion, one hand on the controls, she calls up the coords from the station's flight deck. "Course plotted and laid in."
"Commander Goodwin," Endilev calls from his station as he turns in his chair. "Which side of the border is the fight on? Do the Klingons know we're coming and know not to shoot first, ask later?"
Matheson crosses his legs and folds his hands in his lap, pushing his lab coat out of the way as he does so. He listens, but sits silent as the line specialities go about their business.
. o O Matheson begins to run through the possible injuries and treatments that would be necessary for deep-space combat.
"They sent out a distress call, Mister Endilev," replies the commanding officer. "I don't think they'll be so picky on whether we dance over the line to help them. And if they don't know we're coming, we'll make it clear once we're there." Goodwin sounds ironic. "Mister McTiernan, engage at warp eight and give me an E-T-A."
. o O Nabrun thinks, "Infirmary's ready, surgical area should be a problem if it's needed. This will be good training for Charles, and a good chance to work with him. Mmmmm. I think I left Trouble with enough fresh water..."
McTiernan nods, fingers moving steadily over the console before her. "We're looking at about three hours at warp eight, Sir. I wouldn't recommend pushing her .too. hard to shave time, not if you want her to have something left when we get there."
Green grimaces. "By the time we get there..." She trails off.
"It's not the ship in distress I'm worried about, sir, just the rest of the Imperial Navy." His two credits added to the mix, Endilev turns his chair back around.
"Let's move it up to nine point two, Mister McTiernan," sighs Goodwin. "And bring us in to a nine-point-six sprint once we're close. The engineers might not like me, but I'd rather tick off the Chief's crew than have some dead bodies on our hands." A beat. "Engage."
. o O Green thinks, "Time to get out the forensics unit. By the time we get there, the fight'll be over."
Nabrun remains quiet and watchful as she settles in for the ride.
McTiernan's head nods, "Aye, Sir. Nine-point-two." She offers nothing more as she guides the Paine forward, her expression closing off as she focuses on task at hand.
As the Paine jumps to warp the stars turns to streak on the viewscreen. For well over an hour that's the only thing to see or report, until finally the Light Escort begins to draw close to the coordinates.
Matheson looks sideways, then lowers his voice to speak to Goodwin and Nabrun.
McTiernan says, "Revised ETA, Sir, is about 20 minutes."
At his place, Matheson clears his throat, "Given the time it will take for us to arrive, it seems likely that there will be potential major casualties on at least one, maybe both, sides. Perhaps we should prepare a cargo bay to serve as an extra triage and treatment area?"
Green settles, during the voyage, for coordination with the fire crews, running a quick couple of tests and drills to make sure everything's ready to go if and when need be.
Goodwin nods his head at Matheson. "It's more likely we'll have you beamed over to a surviving ship if it's needed," remarks the commandinf officer. "But we may be receiving life boats. So have the corpsmen set up a receiving area down there." He turns to the officer at tactical. "Mister Green, do we have anything on the scope yet?"
GAME: Green contests her Shipboard Systems vs Moderate and Fails.
Green glances over her sensor modules and shakes her head. "Negative, Commander."
Green pauses. "Total negative, that is. Nothing's showing. At all."
Nabrun leans in to listen to Matheson, then looks between the Commander and the Lieutenant before nodding once. "There are two of us," she says quietly. "Plus a good team. I think we'll be fine."
GAME: McTiernan contests her Shipboard Systems/Sensors vs Moderate and Marginally Succeeds.
McTiernan frowns as she shifts her focus. "I'm showing one damaged K'vort-class cruiser and a debris field on my sensors, Sir."
Matheson nods and sits back, "I'm sure we will be fine. It's perhaps just the worst case scenario." Still, the doctor slaps his comm badge and orders the sickbay to make a cargo bay ready to recieve casualties and life pods.
Goodwin takes a deep breath and seems uneasy with that report. "Yellow alert, Mister Green. Shields up, please. Mister McTiernan, hail the K'vort on standard Alliance frequencies."
Green's eyebrows lift as she glances toward Ops. "Aye, sir, Yellow alert." She slips her fingers toward a tab, sending the alert through the Paine.
. o O Green thinks, "And shields up. We are cookin'."
. o O Green is uneasy, nonetheless.
. o O Green thinks, "Y'know, this would make a great trap. Attack an Allied vessel, scatter a bit of debris, hide out cloaked..."
McTiernan nods, "Aye, Sir. Shields up!" She confirms softly, voice calm. She taps another button hails the vessel. "ETA is 15 minutes" she offers as she waits for an answer on her hail. Moments later she states. "No answer to hail, Sir."
GAME: Green contests her Shipboard Systems vs Impossible and Fails.
Goodwin glances over at the two medical officers on either side of him. "Get me lifesign scans on that K'vort," says Goodwin. "Is there anyone alive out there?" From the sound of his voice, well, he's dubious that there is. "Mister Green, let's keep watch and see if whatever caused that debris field is out there. Mister McTiernan, keep hailing, but I want an analysis on that debris field."
Green glances up from some tapping she's doing on her board, and clears her throat a bit sheepishly. "Already done, sir. There's no indication of other vessels about."
GAME: Nabrun contests her Shipboard Systems vs Challenging and Marginally Succeeds.
GAME: McTiernan spends a courage point.
GAME: Matheson spends a courage point.
GAME: Matheson contests his Shipboard Systems+A vs Challenging and Fails.
Nabrun gets to work on the assignment, then glances back toward Goodwin and Matheson. "I'm getting ten life-signs from the cruiser, Sir, and several from three life boats."
Matheson looks down at the arm of his chair and tries to focus in, "I'm not getting anything..." Then he looks over at Nabrun, "Well, at least one of us knows what she's doing with these blasted things." A small grin.
GAME: McTiernan contests her Shipboard Systems/Sensors+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.
McTiernan nods to the orders given and as she continues the hail, she's scanning the debris cloud. "ETA is now 8 minutes" she notes as she reads the results of her scan. "The field is from a B'rel-class Scout. Which is the class of vessel that sent the distress beacon in the first place, Sir."
. o O Green thinks, "Oh hell."
Goodwin nods his head once or twice. "When we drop out, make our way towards the K'vort so that we can beam survivors directly to sickbay. Mister Endilev." He calls out the Andorian security officer. "Work with Mister Green and get me an analysis of what happened there from any weapons fire residue you can locate."
Kryn Endilev moves his hands over the console to call up the necessary sensor systems. "Aye, sir," he replies to the order. "I'm beginning a scan of the debris. If Lieutenant Green can handle the weapons signatures, I can analyze the composition and the dispersal pattern to determine how and when."
GAME: Green spends a courage point.
GAME: Green contests her Shipboard Systems+A vs Difficult and Fails.
Green's brow is furrowed; Goodwin's command actually jerks her a bit out of reverie, and she gets to work. "Aye, sir."
GAME: Nabrun contests her Shipboard Systems vs Routine and Fails.
GAME: Green contests her Shipboard Systems vs Challenging and Fails.
McTiernan nods, "Aye, Sir" she offers as she brings them out and takes them in on a course that will bring them within beaming range but keep them somewhat at a distance still.
GAME: Kryn Endilev has the merit of Mathematical Ability at 3.
GAME: Kryn Endilev contests his Computer+A vs Moderate and Fails.
Matheson sits in the chair with his hand on the arm and fidgets slightly.
Nabrun continues to work, lips twisting a bit. "I can't get a solid read on the other lifeforms, Sir. I'm not sure how many are on the life boats.
Green shakes her head after a moment. "Working on it, sir, but the analysis is proving difficult."
Kryn Endilev continues to tap at his station and shuffles around in his seat. "There's a lot of debris, sir. I'm not sure why, but I'm having trouble cataloguing it with sensors and building a guidance and predictive model. It's...Not doing what it's supposed to." His antennae curl forward and he smacks one of the buttons with a less than light touch. "Maybe if we get closer."
"Well, if they're in lifeboats, then they can wait a little bit. The ship that was at work here still may be stalking under cloak," ruminates the Commanding officer. "Right now, I want to beam those lifeforms off the ship. Can you get an idea of conditions, Doctors?" At the reports of trouble from the various stations, Josh lets out a sigh. "Let me bring Mister Walters up from engineering and then you can all take another crack at it together. Maybe some engineering knowledge will help."
Goodwin taps his com badge. "Lt. Commander Goodwin to Ensign Walters."
Over Goodwin's com badge, someone says, "Ensign Walters here."
Into his com badge, Goodwin says, "Mister Walters, we need you up on the bridge to help us with some analysis."
Over Goodwin's com badge, Walters says, "Right away, sir."
Goodwin taps his com badge and terminates transmission.
Walters steps out of the turbolift.
GAME: Nabrun contests her Shipboard Systems vs Routine and Succeeds.
Green nosd her understanding. "Aye, sir." She gives her board a long look, and straightens a bit to await the engineer.
Walters enters at a quick walk, looking around to gather in the scene as he does.
McTiernan shifts in her seat, extending one leg to stretch it as she calls out, "ETA is 3 minutes, Sir."
Goodwin glances towards Walters when he enters. "Ensign. We have the debris of a B'rel-class scout on sensors. We've been having trouble analyzing what might have gone on here. Coordinate analysis with Mister Endilev, Mister Green, and Mister McTiernan, and let's see if we can figure out what happened here."
McTiernan's head comes up to tell Goodwin. "I've got an acknowledgment of my hail, Sir. Audio only from the K'vort."
GAME: Matheson contests his Shipboard Systems+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.
Goodwin waves his hand. "Put them on, Mister McTiernan." He glances over at the two doctors. "We may need you in the medbay shortly to take on injured, so I'd get ready, depending on what we get here." He indicates Operations, which is standing for the audio feed, apparently.
McTiernan nods, "Aye, Sir" she answers as she pipes the audio message in for all to hear.
When McTiernan accepts the message a Klingon voice comes over the communications channel. "Starfleet vessel, cease and desist your approach. Your presence is not wanted. This is an internal Klingon matter."
Green nods toward Walters, then glances up to tilt her head, listening. "Internal?" She glances toward Goodwin.
GAME: Kryn Endilev contests his Computer+A vs Moderate and Fails.
For the past few minutes as the Paine approached closer, Endilev has been attempting to refine the guidance models. The end result is a few succinct comments on the computer, the sensors, and anyone who might have been involved in their design. "It's no good, sir," he finally reports. "I can't make heads or tails other than to suggest the overall cause was a battle. I can't determine when it happened or what the acute cause of the destruction was."
Nabrun dips her head to Goodwin. "Just as I got a bead on them, Sir. There are seven in the lifeboats. There's one in the first, two in the second and four in the last." She glances to Matheson, to hear his report.
Goodwin sighs softly and mutes his side of the conversation. He waves at the three officers behind him - Walters, Endilev, and Green. "I need coordination on this, not people tapping consoles on their own. Especially with this." He nods to the comm channel. "Mister McTiernan, get me the registry and house affiliation of that vessel, if you can." He then keys his channel. "Klingon vessel, this is Commander Joshua Goodwin of the U.S.S. Thomas Paine. Your ship is on our side of the border, and my vessel is responding to a distress call from the IKS Tor'mang. This is very much our business."
Matheson looks down again at the arm of the chair and taps a few keys, "Sir... The areas where the lifesigns are do have atmosphere, but there are areas of the vessel that are depressurized entirely or are filled with dangerous fumes." A pause, "And the K'vort's shields are up."
Green looks back toward Goodwin, and ducks her head, feeding what little info she's managed to acquire to the engineering station. Which would be, um, none. Her hands quicken on her console as she tries to pull more out of the sensors.
Walters says to the others quietly, "I'll look for other essels hen, or vessels that have recently left perhaps?"
GAME: Green contests her Shipboard Systems+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.
Again comes the voice, "Any attempts to assist or board this vessel will be considered an act of aggression by the New Federation Alliance. You are warned." And then the transmission cuts off.
Green doesn't look toward Endilev, nor does her expression change. "Interesting." She sends the results to the Andorian, Walters, and Goodwin via panels, since the comm is open- 'All weapons consistent with B'rel and K'vort-class vessels. No indication of any other vessels firing in this area'.
. o O Green blinks. "Wait. Did he say New Federation Alliance?"
GAME: McTiernan contests her Computer vs Moderate and Fails.
McTiernan can't seem to make heads or tails of what she's seeing either but she does come up with the information Goodwin asked for. "That ship is the IKS Damark and she's part of the House of Korage, Sir."
Green's head snaps up. "NFA?" She continues mildly, "Weapons on hot, sir?"
Matheson remarks quietly, "Oh, that can't be good." when the channel cuts off.
GAME: Nabrun contests her Receptive Telepathy vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.
Nabrun dips her head toward Goodwin, and then her eyes go distant, focusing on something beyond what's in front of her.
. o O Green thinks, "These are the Bad Guys. Really Really Bad Guys. And they probably have answers, if we can... /convince/ them."
Goodwin keys the channel for a general hail. "IKS Damark, stand down and prepare to be boarded. You are in violation of Klingon, Federation, and Alliance treaty law. If you do not, we will take your ship by force." Once done, he snaps into Battle Mode. "Mister McTiernan, put the Damark on screen and maneuver to put us between the Damark and the life boats. Mister Green, red alert. All hands to battle stations. Put weapons hot and acquire a lock on the Damark." A beat. "Mister Walters, I want a comprehensive damage report on the Damark. Use active sensors if you need to. Mister Endilev, prepare a security team to board."
GAME: Walters contests his Systems Engineering vs Moderate and Marginally Succeeds.
Nabrun braces herself slightly in her chair, still focused somewhere else for the time being, as if she's trying to catch the faint strains of music that's being played, but just barely beyond the range of hearing.
Walters replies to Goodwin fairly quickly, "Heavy damage to weapons and life support. Several hull breach, but structural ingetriy fields are holding. But one thing we could do sir is beam in the rear dorsal section in EVA suits. Their shields are down in that area."
Green smacks at a touchpad. "All hands, red alert. This is not a drill." Even as she speaks, her hands bring her weapons indicators up to a nice glowy red, and a few seconds later, she reports, "Firing solution achieved." And she says it /loud/, to make sure the comm picks it up.
McTiernan nods, "Aye, Sir" is sounded as she begins to move the Paine into a position between the Klingons and the lifeboats. Her hands remain light on the controls as she readies the little ship for dog fighting.
McTiernan brings the Damark up on the screen as she maneuvers the ship into place.
Walters says, "I'm going to hate myself for suggesting this but I do have EVA training in the suits. Or I could just try to suggest weak areas for our ships to hammer to disable without destroying the other craft outright."
Kryn Endilev grins, though his approval of his orders is largely for the benefit of the display in front of him than for anyone on the bridge. "Aye, sir," he acknowledges and taps his commbadge. "Security, bridge. Prepare a detachment for a hostile boarding action. One fireteam to report to transporter room one."
Dominating the viewscreen is a single battle damaged Klingon K'vort-class cruiser. The ship is listing from the obvious damage, with seveal sections of the cruiser completely dark. There are also several large holes punched in the ship's hull and leaking plasma trails from the vessel. Near the damaged ship floats a debris cloud, clearly the remnants of another destroyed Klingon vessel. Hull plating, engine parts, chunks of the space frame and more float in a slowly expanding cloud.
Goodwin turns his head towards the Engineering station. "Mister Walters, I need your opinion. Can I disable the vessel's shields without blowing it apart with that sort of damage on it?" Goodwin seems thoughtful, mulling over his options. "And if so, where?"
GAME: Nabrun contests her Receptive Telepathy vs Moderate and Succeeds.
Green keeps her eyes on her board, even as she comments, "Commander, they're probably going to blow themselves to kingdom come, and they probably want to take us with 'em. I could use max power on the shields, sir, if we don't get out of range."
GAME: Walters contests his Material Engineering/Structural vs Routine and Succeeds.
. o O McTiernan thinks, "Bet your sweet targs they are!"
Nabrun shakes her head slightly and looks toward Goodwin. "Violence and hostility," she says in a low voice, and simply leaves it at that.
McTiernan's hands are steady on the controls, keeping the ship firmly between the K'vort-class and the lifeboats. She can't help but make a face, not that anyone is looking at her face, "Heck yes. They'll take us and the lifeboats and call it honorable" she mutters in agreement with Green.
. o O Green thinks, "Alek, I'm sorry. I'll try to keep her safe, as best I can. But I'm not sure I can this time."
Kryn Endilev taps his comm channel closed after receiving an acknowledge and turns his chair to face the command section. "Commander, request permission to go down below and take command of the boarding party."
Walters goes calm as he recognizes his specialty, relaxing as he quickly and expertly taps his keys. "Looking...it'd be very tricky, Sir. Precise shooting is the order of the day, otherwise it's a cloud of atoms. I can give the places to tactical and if they hit those places on the money it'll do just that, but even then there's nothing saying they won't play russian roulette with 6 bullets."
Matheson folds his hands in his lap again and shifts nervously in his seat, looking a bit out of place at the moment. His eyes fix intently on the viewscreen.
GAME: Green contests her Shipboard Systems vs Routine and Succeeds.
Goodwin nods his head and stands up, keying his comm. "I need a relief crew for the bridge," says Goodwin. The channel is then closed. "And let's get a little less 'perhaps' and a little more 'if we see a self-destruct sequence, we'll do something.'" He clears his throat. "We're all going in. We'll stop at the armory. If you're certified in the Type III, take it. Otherwise, arm with a type II, except for our medical officers, of course." He nods to Nabrun and Matheson. "We're then putting on suits and beaming in to take control of the vessel."
Green says precisely, "Scans on the target's warp core indicate no overload in process, Commander. At this time." She tabs a touchpad, calling for a relief officer. And her eyes /gleam/.
. o O Green thinks, "Rifle. /Rifle/."
. o O Nabrun has a twinge of frustration coupled with a hint of amusement.
. o O Nabrun thinks, "I don't need protecting. When will people learn that?"
McTiernan flicks a glance up at Goodwin before she calls for her own relief officer. She swings up and out of her chair, chin down and eyes up. As she passes Green she offers in a soft stage whisper to her. "How about a little bit 'lets go kick some butt' as well, hmm?" A smile is flashed just before she turns away to speak to her relief in low tones.
Nabrun stands, smoothing her hands down her uniform, straightening it. "Are you ready?" she asks Matheson quietly, smiling just a touch. "The nice thing about our medkits is, in case of close quarters combat where we need a weapon, they can double as a club."
Kryn Endilev locks down his console and stands up. As he stands he says, "Sir, as the commanding officer, regulations strongly suggest you remain aboard the Paine." His tone doesn't sound as though he expects Goodwin to listen. "So, for the record, at any rate. Or something." Without waiting, he heads toward the turbolift.
. o O Kryn Endilev thinks, "The Klingons are going to kill them."
Walters's eyes widen a bit but the little Ensign-that-could types a few more things to make his analysis clearer to those who would come behind and replies, "Aye Sir. Leaving the tactical data gathered on the ship for my relief. I estimate it would take a couple minutes with a fully functioning system to overload the warp core, so taking down the shields from the inside might be a good priority, as well as give us the ability to transporter hop between decks."
Matheson gets to his feet, picking up his medical kit and slinging it back over his shoulder, "Well, I just hope the Klingon's don't think that a big red cross on your helmet makes you a target..." He looks to Nabrun and grins slightly.
"If you get signs that the warp core is going to blow on this thing, secure the lifeboat survivors, get us, and get the hell out of here," are the instructions Josh leaves with his relief, simply rolling his eyes at Endilev's cautionary note. He pauses to get the data from his console on where the lifesigns are located in the K'vort. A stop by the armory gets him a Type II, and he's in the transporter room, slipping into his EVA suit for beam-over.
Green takes a Type IIIc herself, her hands running it over in a rather familiar fashion as she hustles along behind the commander. Too, she doesn't hesitate a bit as she slips on her own EVA suit, her hands moving with precise, practiced movements, before she heads habitually for Nabrun to check over the Counselor's suit.
Matheson follows the others down to the transporter room and goes about putting on the somewhat bulky EVA suit, with the red crosses on the helmet and arm. Before putting on the gloves and helmet he clips his medical kit to the suit. Then he begins to pull on the gloves, locking them to the suit arms. No weapon for him, of course.
Nabrun makes her way down to the room with the rest. Once Tay's in her EVA and finished checking Barana's, the Counselor turns and checks over Tay's. Yes, the pair seem to work like a well-practiced team, and without words.
McTiernan has moved along with the others, grabbing the weapon she'll be using then on to the transporter room. After she skinnies into her EVA suit, she turns to help Matheson, checking his suit over.
Kryn Endilev separates himself from the party and makes a quick stop on the berthing deck. After which, he makes a call on the armory. When he finally meets back up with the group, he has a type-II phaser and his hrisal. He begins suiting up, checking over his connections, and attaching his gear to the suit.
Walters heads down as well, grabbing a type 2 and an EVA suit which he seems to be at least somewhat familiar with. The phaser he fumbles once, before pulling out a Tricorder. he puts both aside as he clobs into the bluky suit, before retrieving the items.
Goodwin finishes sliding on his helmet. "Chief," says Goodwin, instructing the fireteam that has assembled from ship security. "I need you to take the engineering core and sweep the locations in between. You can get a schematic from the Operations officer on the deck." He turns towards his team of officers. "When we get over, I want Green and Endilev at the front, the doctors in the rear, and the rest of us middle. Keep it staggered. We'll be taking two locations. The first is midships - an area that I believe is the armory. We'll then be working up towards the bridge and taking control of the vessel. Let's step up." He looks to access a schematic as well for a pinpoint on what that area is.
Green nods once as she steps onto the pad, rather approvingly. "Understood, Commander."
. o O Green thinks, "I really must pay my human shield dues someday."
Nabrun nods as well as she settles into position. "Aye, Sir," she says, adjusting her medkit.
McTiernan takes a look at the schematic as well before she steps up in the pad beside the others.
Matheson lifts his helmet and snaps it on, twisting it to lock it into the collar of the suit. He steps up onto the pad and takes his position. Through the heavy breathing of the suit, he says, "Aye, sir."
Kryn Endilev steps up onto the transporter pad and takes the forward left position. He draws his phaser, ups the setting to three, and disengages the safety. Once set, he assumes a firing position for rematerialization.
Walters takes a position on the rtransporter pad without a further word, taking one to the left side of the middle
Once the team assmbles on the transporter pad, the chief keys the controls and the transporter kicks in. A moment later the team arrives on the Damark. They're in corridor mangled by explosions and cluttered with debris. Steam blows out of a nearby rupture, the white mist getting sucked away by the lack of atmosphere.
GAME: Nabrun contests her Personal Equipment vs Routine and Succeeds.
GAME: Matheson contests his Personal Equipment vs Routine and Succeeds.
Goodwin nods his head once and gestures with his hand. "Form up and move out," says Goodwin. His voice comes over the helmet embedded comm devices, his weapon in hand. "Doctors, keep sweeps up for life forms, in case someone decided to move on us."
GAME: Goodwin spends a courage point.
GAME: Green contests her Personal Equipment vs Routine and Dramatically Fails.
GAME: Goodwin contests his Personal Equipment+A vs Routine and Dramatically Succeeds.
GAME: Kryn Endilev spends a courage point.
GAME: Walters contests his Personal Equipment/Environmental Suit vs Routine and Succeeds.
GAME: Kryn Endilev contests his Personal Equipment+A vs Routine and Marginally Fails.
GAME: Green contests her Personal Equipment vs Moderate and Succeeds.
GAME: McTiernan contests her Personal Equipment/Environmental Suit vs Routine and Succeeds.
McTiernan falls into the position outlined before they beamed out, her weapon up and at the ready as she moves carefully along.
Green trips on her magnetic boots and moves forward, her rifle at the ready, to kneel down at the curve of the corridor and peer around... *RIIIIIIIIP* Oh yeah. There is indeed debris, and a rather sharp chunk of metal goes flying by her, except that it doesn't miss, and a large rip abruptly appears in her EVA suit. Tay glances at it, grunts, and pulls back a bit. Still kneeling, she fishes a patch out of the suit's belt and slaps it over the hole, pressing it into place. "Loose debris at twelve o'clock," she comments calmly to the team.
GAME: Nabrun contests her Personal Equipment vs Moderate and Fails.
GAME: Matheson spends a courage point.
Walters coughs at that as he begins to follow, replying with a careful controlling of his tone, "Noted."
Kryn Endilev manages to trip over some debris on the floor at the same time Green is dealing with her emergency. "Son of a..." comes over the comm before the jarring effect of his knee hitting the deck accidently disables the comm. He stands back up, brushes himself off despite the lack of dust, and says, "*CLICK* Watch your step," as though nothing happened.
GAME: Matheson contests his Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder+A vs Moderate and Marginally Succeeds.
Nabrun falls to the back of the line, as ordered, and begins the scans. "Nothing yet, Sir," she says quietly.
Matheson begins to move forward, boots adhering him to the decksole. He removes his tricorder from it's place on his belt, and flips it open, "We're getting six life forms. Up two decks, forward 100 meters."
Goodwin nods his head and makes his way forwards, apparently feeling quite secure on the deck-plating. "Endilev, Green, make towards it. Find us a way up there, huh?" He brings up the middle of the pack, weapon out in front of him.
GAME: Green contests her Search+D vs Challenging and Fails.
GAME: Kryn Endilev contests his Search vs Challenging and Succeeds.
Green looks around briefly toward Goodwin, failing to comment for a moment. Only after she's sure her repair is more or less secure does she take up her rifle once more and move forward, keeping low.
Walters scans his left, humming sligtly as he does in two tones, modulating between them for a few seconds like a bird call before dropping the tune.
GAME: Nabrun contests her Receptive Telepathy vs Routine and Succeeds.
Kryn Endilev manages to start moving once again without further incident. He carefully avoids the debris on the deck and any which may be obstructing the corridor. "Follow me," he says to the group. "Up ahead, I think I see an access going upward."
GAME: Matheson contests his Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder+A vs Challenging and Fails.
. o O Walters feels Alert and determined
Nabrun's voice is quiet. "Six," she says quietly. "One injured, the other five are more than ready for a fight."
. o O Walters thinks, "There;s injuns in these here parts."
Matheson looks at his tricorder and works the controls with a clumsy gloved finger, "Six is what I had, but I can't get any more than that about them." He glances to Nabrun and nods, staying back to allow the others - the armed others - to go first. Though he does reach down and reassuringly pat his medical kit.
As the team approaches the area indicated by Kryn Endilev they can see a Klingon version of a jeffreys tube heading up. Its cramped and the ladder is rather small. The team in their suits will find it a tight fit.
Goodwin looks up at the tube. He's not a huge fan of the tight squeeze, but he makes do with what he has. "Take us up, Lieutenants," he tells the two pointmen, getting ready for the climb.
GAME: McTiernan contests her Personal Equipment/Environmental Suit vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.
GAME: Kryn Endilev contests his Personal Equipment+A vs Moderate and Fails.
GAME: Nabrun contests her Personal Equipment vs Moderate and Succeeds.
GAME: Matheson contests his Personal Equipment vs Moderate and Succeeds.
GAME: Green contests her Personal Equipment+D vs Moderate and Succeeds.
GAME: Goodwin contests his Personal Equipment+A vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.
. o O Walters feels Alert and determined
GAME: Walters contests his Personal Equipment/Environmental Suit vs Moderate and Fails.
Kryn Endilev glances up at the tube for several moments as he considers some things. "They'll likely start shooting down at us as soon as they feel the vibrations of us coming up. Everyone turn your beacons off or they'll see the light right away." He moves up to the ladder, phaser pointed upward, and starts to climb. About one rung up his shoulders hit the tube. "Well, crap."
Green takes a breath and slings her rifle over her shoulder. The woman relieves her Type II of its stifling holster and, keeping it at the ready in her hand, starts to climb. And looks back down. "Oh, lovely. Commander?"
. o O Nabrun thinks, "No, greasing the Andorian would probably be a very bad idea at this point."
Nabrun is stymied, slightly, after doing as ordered by the Andorian. There would appear to be a rather large blue man in an EVA suit in her way. "Is there a way to flank?" she asks quietly, words apparently directed at Kryn. "Another way up, so that one team goes from this side, one from the other?
Walters reaches up to turn off the beacon on his helmet. As he does so his elbow collides with a twisted part of the bulkhead, sending a nice vibration out from the party.
Matheson turns off the beacon on his helmet as ordered, and is waiting with the others to go up, his tricorder closed and clipped back to the suit belt. But since they seem to be having trouble getting the square Andorian into the round shaft, he stops. "Oh. Dear." he remarks.
GAME: Goodwin spends a courage point.
GAME: Goodwin contests his Planetary Tactics/Small-unit+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.
Goodwin lets out a frustrated sigh. He takes his own tricorder, checking the schematic he's toted with him. "We've got another tube out that way that might be better," he gestures. "Our suits are going to slow us down in atmo, so we're not going to split up. Endilev, lead us out."
"Sorry, sir," Endilev says as he steps off the ladder to make way for Green. "I would have figured that Klingons of all species would be the most accommodating in terms of size. Can't we just toss a grenade up there and call it a day?" Despite his suggestion, or perhaps because of it, he starts off in the indicated direction.
Green reverses direction to follow Endilev back out of the tube, and she joins him at the head of the group. For the nonce, she keeps her Type II at the ready. "Just goes to show you that size does matter," she mutters to nobody in particular.
. o O Kryn Endilev thinks, "Yes. Yes it does."
Walters looks along his side, waiting, watching as he follows the group.
Matheson turns now to follow, "I'm all for avoiding an exchange of phaser fire..." the doctor remarks, somewhat sullenly, "But there /is/ at least one injured person up there."
Nabrun backs away from the Andorian and the tube and out of the way.
The team heads in the direction that Goodwin indicated. Within twenty minutes they find themselves face to face with a sealed door, and likely an area with atmosphere beyond.
Goodwin creeps up on the door and nods his head. "All right. Doctors, hang back. You're just a liability in phaser fire." He gestures to the rest. "Stack up on either side of the door. Green, Endilev, you're in first in that order. Then me, McTiernan, Walters, alternating. Stick close to the door frame as you go around and start shooting as soon as you have a target. Keeping close to the frame makes you a smaller target." A beat. "Questions?"
Walters shakes his head at the question.
. o O Nabrun thinks, "Hmmmm. Note to self: Ask Alek if it would have been wiser to leave a timed charge in the tube, a small one, to act as a distraction."
Green looks at Goodwin. "I need somebody to open the door and get the hell out of my way," she states bluntly."How quick are you on your feet, sir?"
Kryn Endilev lines up on the side of the hatch opposite of Green. Additionally, he draws his hrisal from its scabbard. "No, sir. Ready to breach on your mark."
Matheson stays out of the way, kneeling down behind any cover he can find away from the door, but quietly pulling out his tricorder and keeping it at the ready.
. o O Green thinks, "Gods, I wish I had the team right now."
Nabrun dips her head to Goodwin and takes up a defensive position that's as far out of the way as she can get while still being with the team. Her medkit's held at the ready.
"Mister Endilev is kicking. Then you, then him, and then the rest slicing the pie, just like I said," replies Goodwin, his voice firm. "You may have a rifle, Mister Green, but there are six of them and five of us, and we're in EVA suits, so let's not get cocky. Understood?"
"Aye, sir," Tay comments, managing somehow to sound chastened, and turns to ready herself with a nod toward Endilev.
. o O Green thinks, "Only six? I thought this was going to be /difficult/."
GAME: Nabrun contests her Personal Equipment vs Routine and Succeeds.
Nabrun pulls out her tricorder and begins to scan, then pauses. "Sir?" she calls to Goodwin. "You might want to save the heroics until we're two decks up, where the Klingons actually are. We'd be taking over an empty room by going into that one." There's an odd little choked sound to her voice.
. o O Nabrun thinks, "Oops."
"Kicking?" Endilev asks, eyeing the hatch dubiously. "While I'm flattered by your confidence, sir, I don't think that's going to happen." Instead, he ups the setting on his phaser until it can vaporize duranium. "One. Two..." He trails off as Nabrun informs them of what lays beyond the door. "I can still shoot it, right? Oh, and stand clear of the blow out if it's pressurized."
Walters says, "Assuming that door will open easily...Is it keeping in atmosphere? It may be computer locked because of that."
. o O Green thinks, "... ! *stifled laughter*"
Matheson stands up, and purses his lips behind the faceplate of his suit. "Odd." he remarks.
There's a pause. "Well, we can practice for the real thing. Every door should be like you're taking a barricaded room." Goodwin waves. "Mister Walters, let's see if we can overcome the door before blowing it off its hinges. You can just go ahead and try to open it or disable it. Otherwise, we'll go with the Lieutenant's ideas."
Green pauses for a moment, then straightens, glancing upwards. "Nice work, Lieutenant Nabrun. Commander, we're sort of on a time budget here, if I'm not mistaken."
Walters walks up to the door and the first button press begins to open the door...
. o O Green thinks, "Tak. Alek. Doc. Hell, at this moment, I'd take /Caleb/."
GAME: Nabrun contests her Receptive Telepathy vs Routine and Succeeds.
. o O Goodwin thinks, "Oh, you're in so much trouble later, Mister Green."
. o O Walters feels amsed and annoyed
. o O Walters thinks, "I hate it when I overthink a situation...."
Nabrun dips her head slightly. "LT Green is right, Commander," she says quietly. "They're considering alternate plans. They're ready for a fight, and getting more and more ready the longer we wait."
. o O Green thinks, "Thank you!"
The door opens smoothly, accompanied by the hiss of atmosphere as it does. Clearly the space on the other side is much more friendly to the mission team. At least, providing they don't leave the door open so long all atmosphere is lost.
"Move," says Goodwin, gesturing forwards through the door, hustling the team through. "We're going to need to make up for lost time, so let's double-time it, folks." He does, however, keep the marching formation. "Doctors, make sure the door secures behind us."
Green bites her lips and heads inside, remaining at the ready, sweeping gaze and phaser in unison across the corridor.
Kryn Endilev puts his sword away and follows Green through the hatch. He leads off, assuming others are following.
GAME: Matheson contests his Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder+A vs Moderate and Fails.
Matheson keeps his tricorder out as he walks through the hatch after the rest of the mission team. Once everyone is through, he reaches up to trigger the door, to close it behind them. He flips his tricorder open and activates it, but grunts as he can't seem to get a lock.
Walters follows after quickly, taking up the left side again.
Nabrun turns to help Matheson secure the door, and yes, with teamwork, it locks. She flashes the other doctor a grin, then moves in to follow the others.
Beyond the door the corridor extends two ways, though one distinctly towards where the Klingons are gathered.
GAME: Kryn Endilev contests his Search vs Moderate and Fails.
GAME: Green contests her Search+D vs Moderate and Fails.
GAME: Goodwin contests his Search+A vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.
Goodwin simply gestures with one hand. "Move," he says, towards the way of the Klingons. "We should have an access point up around here," he mutters. "Start searching as you walk," he tells the team.
GAME: Nabrun contests her Search+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.
Green satisfies herself that no immediate threats are in the vicinity, exchanges her little hand phaser for her rifle, and keeps moving as indicated. She keeps low and moves swiftly, the muzzle of her weapon never pointing toward where she can't see.
GAME: Matheson contests his Search+A vs Moderate and Marginally Succeeds.
Walters brings out his tricorder as part of his search, trusting it more than his eyeballs as he asks softly, "What exactly are we searching for? Besides Klingons..."
Kryn Endilev follows after Green and actually has the presence of mind to pull out his tricorder. He flips it open and activates the mapping function.
Nabrun pauses and tilts her head slightly to the side. "How about an accessway that will fit a pair of well developed Andorian shoulders stuffed into an EVA suit?" she responds quietly, gesturing with a free hand. "Sir, would this work?"
GAME: Walters spends a courage point.
GAME: Walters contests his Personal Equipment vs Moderate and Succeeds.
Matheson nearly bumps into Nabrun as he finds the same accessway that she did. "Um, yes, I suppose this would be the way in..."
The team of Nabrun and Matheson have indeed found a much better accessway for the team to ascend. Its wider with a better ladder for climbing.
GAME: Matheson contests his Personal Equipment vs Routine and Marginally Succeeds.
GAME: Nabrun contests her Personal Equipment vs Routine and Marginally Fails.
GAME: Goodwin contests his Personal Equipment+A vs Routine and Marginally Fails.
GAME: Walters contests his Personal Equipment/Environmental Suit vs Routine and Succeeds.
GAME: Kryn Endilev contests his Personal Equipment+A vs Routine and Succeeds.
GAME: Green contests her Personal Equipment+D vs Routine and Succeeds.
Goodwin begins to pull himself up, though it's a rough go. He's slow, and taking twice as long as the rest of the team does. And so the precious seconds tick away, and so the Klingons get yet more ready.
The Counselor seems to be struggling as well, clambering up behind the 2O slowly. Barana mutters quietly under her breath very briefly.
Green takes that as indication that the Commander wants the team to head up that accessway. Once again, her Type III is at hand, and she moves to nimbly swarm up the ladder.
Kryn Endilev follows after Green, maneuvering with much more agility now that he actually has room to move. His tricorder has been put away. One hand hauls him up the rungs while the other keeps the phaser pointed upward.
Matheson begins to clamor up the access hatch, taking it easily despite the suit. Well, maybe not too easily, as his facemask fogs a bit with his ragged breathing.
Walters lets the tricorder hang off him as he heads up and warns, as his breath gets a little short, "Klingons 15 meters from the top of the accessway..."
At the top of the tube is a medium sized room full of machinery. There is one exit out of the room, about ten meters from the top. Clearly this door is all that stands between the team and the enemy.
Goodwin pulls himself up and out, glancing towards Nabrun. "Those are hostiles out there?" he asks, with a small smirk. "Let's do it like I said before. Line up and get ready to go. Mister Endilev, you're breaking down our door, then we're slipping in."
"Take cover," Tay Green advises the others with a gesture toward the machinery, taking up her rifle again. She moves to push her shoulder against the wall beside the exit, more than happy to let any shoot-happy Klingons waste a few precious seconds by firing at nothing.
Matheson pulls his tricorder back out as he hunkers down behind a piece of machinery. "Cover is good." he remarks, drolly.
Kryn Endilev takes up a position on the other side of the door, using the frame for cover. Once more, he draws the hrisal, then extends his phaser out and toward the door. "On three. One. Two. Three." He depresses the firing stud.
Walters takes cover, deliberately taking a few deep breaths despite the fact he's fighting for breath, then nods, phaser at the ready, concentration on the firefight about to happen.
The door vaporizes at the end of Kryn's blast. A second later two disruptor blasts lance through the doorway. The room beyond is mostly hidden unless someone wants to volunteer their head for Klingon target practice.
GAME: Green spends a courage point.
GAME: Nabrun contests her Personal Equipment vs Routine and Succeeds.
GAME: Green contests her Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser rifle (claiming Advantage) vs Klingon Warrior's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Dramatically Fails.
A head? No. The muzzle of a phaser rifle? /Yes/. Tay, crouching beside the now-blasted door, whips her weapon around its edge, takes a good guess at where the shot came from, and pulls the trigger. Nothing happens. Another tap- nope. With a curse, she withdraws hastily, dropping the weapon, to pull her Type II back out.
. o O Green curses. Fluently. In languages that haven't even been invented yet.
Nabrun has her tricorder out, of course. She makes a scan, then activates her EVA com and fills in the team. "One Klingon at nine o'clock, if you're facing the door, two at ten o'clock, two at one o'clock, one at three o'clock. Everyone might want to pick a time and shoot for it."
"Through the door!" Endilev fairly orders and charges through after the initial volley of disruptor bolts go by. Coming in from the right side of the hatch, he crosses through straight toward the Klingon at '9 o'clock'. He fires while running.
GAME: Kryn Endilev contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Klingon Warrior's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Fails.
With Green's phaser malfunction, the original entry plan doesn't go so well. So Josh flicks his phaser to its 'continuous beam' setting and tries to lay down some fire for his teammates. "Covering fire! Walters, Green, move!"
GAME: Goodwin spends a courage point.
GAME: Goodwin contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser (claiming Advantage) vs Klingon Warrior's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.
GAME: Walters spends a courage point.
GAME: Walters contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser (claiming Advantage) vs Klingon Warrior's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.
Walters charges in, following behind and aiming a phaser bolt at one of the klingons at ten o'clock, crouching down as he does so.
Matheson has his tricorder and medical kit at the ready, but he isn't armed and isn't inclined to be a target quite yet. So, with no one injured, he keeps his head down and stays covered.
GAME: Klingon Warrior contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/disruptor vs Kryn Endilev's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.
GAME: Klingon Warrior contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/disruptor vs Goodwin's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.
GAME: Klingon Warrior contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/disruptor vs Goodwin's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.
GAME: Klingon Warrior contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/disruptor vs Walters's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Fails.
GAME: Kryn Endilev contests his Fitness/Vitality vs Routine and Succeeds.
GAME: Goodwin spends a courage point.
GAME: Goodwin contests his Fitness/Vitality+A vs Routine and Succeeds.
GAME: Goodwin contests his Fitness/Vitality+A vs Routine and Marginally Fails.
GAME: Walters spends a courage point.
GAME: Walters contests his Fitness/Vitality+A vs Routine and Succeeds.
In the first furious exhange of weapons fire Walters and Goodwin down two Klingons, but in return Goodwin and Kryn are hit themselves. The odds are getting better, but not great.
Goodwin is hit, and driven to the ground by a disruptor blast. It knocks the Commander to the ground, but he's not willing to give up the fight quite yet. From his prone position, he fires at the entrenched Klingons.
GAME: Goodwin contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser (claiming Disadvantage) vs Klingon Warrior's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Fails.
GAME: Green spends a courage point.
GAME: Green contests her Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser (claiming Advantage) vs Klingon Warrior's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.
Green, perhaps, doesn't hear the Commander's order. Or maybe she's just not silly enough to try rushing through a narrow doorway that has half a dozen Klingon disruptors trained on it. In either case, she merely shifts to aim around the side of of blasted doorway, showing only her phaser, an arm, and half an eye, and aims again toward 'one o'clock' and pulls the trigger. And her weapon works this time. Muuuuuuuuuch better. She keeps her phaser trained on the same spot as she readies to fire again.
GAME: Nabrun spends a courage point.
GAME: Nabrun contests her Athletics+A vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.
Nabrun takes a running, diving, oddly weird sort of movement toward Goodwin. She's fumbling with her medkit and trying to make herself as small a target as possible while also trying to treat/check the Mission CO. "Where were you hit?" she asks, simply, still a bit away.
Kryn Endilev takes a hit to his left arm for his troubles, but doesn't drop. His EVA suit manages to dissipate some of the damage. Still, he yells in both pain and anger as his charge takes him right to the first of the Klingons. Not even bothering to shoot again, he instead stabs his hrisal with all the force he can muster.
GAME: Kryn Endilev spends a courage point.
GAME: Kryn Endilev contests his Coordination/dexterity & Primitive Weaponry/hrisal vs Klingon Warrior's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Marginally Succeeds.
GAME: Walters contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser (claiming Advantage) vs Klingon Warrior's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.
Walters continues towards the ten o'clock position as if to make it his own, firing his phaser as he gets far too close to the Klingons there with his breath lumbering like a out of control steam engine.
. o O Nabrun thinks, "He brought a knife. To a phaser fight."
Matheson sees Goodwin go down, and Nabrun make her way towards him. He mutters a stifled curse under his breath as he holds his medical kit to his side and, saying as low as possible in the bulky suit, makes his way towards them.
GAME: Klingon Warrior contests his Fitness/Vitality vs Routine and Succeeds.
GAME: Klingon Warrior contests his Coordination/dexterity & Primitive Weaponry/knife vs Kryn Endilev's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.
GAME: Klingon Warrior contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/disruptor vs Walters's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.
GAME: Walters contests his Fitness/Vitality+A vs Routine and Succeeds.
GAME: Kryn Endilev contests his Fitness/Vitality vs Routine and Fails.
GAME: Walters contests his Fitness/Vitality+A vs Moderate and Fails.
Kryn slashes his Klingon, who staggers back with blood spilling from the shoulder wound. The Klingon draws his own knife and slashes back at the Andorian. The only other Klingon still standing takes aim at Walters and clips him with a shot.
GAME: Goodwin contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Klingon Warrior's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Fails.
"Shoulder," grunts Goodwin, shaking his head as Nabrun comes up behind him. From his prone position, he takes a shot at the remaining Klingon that's not fighting with a large Andorian security officer.
GAME: Green contests her Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser (claiming Advantage) vs Klingon Warrior's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.
GAME: Green contests her Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Klingon Warrior's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Fails.
Green , her cool expression firmly in place, snaps off a shot and circles her weapon with a blur toward the last Klingon standing to pull the trigger again. Then she lets off a flurry of shots, none of which have any effect, but with luck, they'll draw fire to /her/ and give others a chance to pick off an opponent or two.
GAME: Nabrun contests her First Aid/Combat Medic vs Moderate and Succeeds.
Nabrun works quickly, hypo appearing from the medkit along with a dermal regenerator. "Stop moving," she tells the 2O. "Unless you want someone to slip on the blood and break their necks. If you're still for thirty seconds, I'll stop the bleeding and give you something to take the edge off the pain."
Kryn Endilev falls backward, maintaining his grip on the hrisal, as the Klingon in front of him responds in time. The large Andorian hits the deck and blue blood begins seep up around the edges of the breached EVA suit.
Phasers are not good for Structural Engineers. Or rather, Walters might shoot it well, or just be lucky today, but shortly after the shot he goes down, as if tripping on something. The EVA suit hides him from view of all but the deck below his faceplate as he sprawls, but his breathing is hard as he hits the deck with a supreme lack of grace.
Matheson skids to a halt near Nabrun and Goodwin. He glances down at her and says, "Things seem to be well under control here." But as he hears phaser fire again inside - and maybe some groans and thuds - he very carefully, and as quickly as possible, sticks his head out to take a look. "Oh, bloody hell." He takes off at a run towards Walters.
GAME: Klingon Warrior contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon vs Matheson's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Fails.
People are falling left, righ and center. Only one Klingon is standing and when Matheson runs out he snaps off a quick shot at the doctor, clearly affected by his surprise at the doctor's actions and appearance.
GAME: Kryn Endilev contests his Fitness/Vitality vs Routine and Succeeds.
GAME: Walters contests his Fitness/Vitality+A vs Moderate and Fails.
GAME: Goodwin contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Klingon Warrior's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Fails.
Goodwin isn't so much on the 'stay still' part, as well, there is a remaining Klingon. Goodwin fires off a shot from his prone position, but it goes wide like the others.
GAME: Green contests her Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser (claiming Advantage) vs Klingon Warrior's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.
Green ;'s brow furrows slightly when one of her shots obviously misses- since they're still being shot at. She centers her aim again, snapping off a phaser blast. Immediately, her phaser starts to circle- up, down, all around in the target room, seeking a target.
Nabrun stays down, keeping her head bowed, and makes a low sound in her throat. "I'm not getting blamed if you bleed to death," she tells the 2O. "Now will you hold still for a brief minute so I can let you get back to shooting Klingons?"
GAME: Matheson spends a courage point.
GAME: Matheson contests his Medical Sciences/General Medicine+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.
Kryn Endilev sits up after a moment. As razor cuts tend to be, they often look worse than they actually are. He slowly gets to his feet and despite Green having shot his opponent, he flips the weapon over and prepares to bring it down on the Klingon.
. o O Green gets a rapid rush of alarm.
. o O Nabrun projects, "What is it, Tay?"
. o O Green thinks, "Endilev! Murder!"
Walters continues to lie on the floor, breathing hard, not in any condition to reenter the fight at the moment, covered head to toe in his EVA suit.
Matheson kneels down next to Walters, sparing only a glance over his shoulder at where the Klingon hit the deck or bulkhead instead of him. He pulls out his tricorder and medical kit and quickly diagnoses the Ensign. "It's your condition, Ensign, acting up...." He pulls out a hypospray, and looks up as he touches it to the man's neck. "Lieutenant! No!" he shouts, to Kyrn, "He's injured! A prisoner!"
Goodwin relaxes as the final Klingon is taken down, allowing the Counselor to tend to his shoulder wound. While his head turns at the shouting, he's in no vantage point to see the goings on with Endilev.
GAME: Nabrun has the flaw of Impulsive at -1.
GAME: Nabrun spends a courage point.
GAME: Nabrun contests her Fitness/vitality & Athletics vs Kryn Endilev's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Marginally Fails.
The Betazoid goes into a small blur of motion. The hypospray and dermal regenerator lay forgotten next to her as her head snaps around, medkit soon following. The head stays attached to her shoulders. However, the closed medkit wings its way toward Kryn's head and misses quite handily, landing with a thud and a clatter.
Green, however, /is/ in such a vantage point. Her eyes widen. The second she discerns that no more disruptor fire is being aimed at the team, she rushes forward toward the Andorian to bark a sharp, "/Lieutenant/," at Endilev. And ducks insintictively when a medkit goes flying by.
GAME: Kryn Endilev has the flaw of Bloodlust at -2.
GAME: Kryn Endilev spends a courage point.
Kryn Endilev doesn't even move until the medkit crashes into the wall. With his antennae inside his helmet, he's as deaf and dumb as the rest of them. He looks up at the noise and then back down at the Klingon. Instead of bringing the hrisal down, he instead brings his boot down with bone crushing force on the Klingon's disruptor hand and then kicks the weapon across the deck. The d'k tahg also gets kicked away from the body, but minus the stomping.
. o O Green is disgusted.
. o O Nabrun thinks, "It slipped."
. o O Green thinks, "He's /down/. There was no need for that, you idiot."
Walters turns over, his face beat red but slowly losing color as he nods to Matheson. "Thanks. I hate getting shot or getting hurt. We got them all?"
Walters then leans closer. Walters whispers to Matheson, "Remind me to request an unofficial little private talk with you later about what you just said, if you don't mind. Everything fine now?"
Matheson listens to Walters and nods once, as he keeps his eyes on Kryn Endilev for a moment. "A good decision, Lieutenant." he comments as he shuts his medical kit, getting to his feet and offering Walters a hand up if he needs it.
Goodwin's combadge chrips as the officer left in charge on the Paine's bridge hails. "Sir, we have a rather large problem. The Damark is drifting back into Klingon space and the Paine's too small to pull it out. Two Klingon vessels are sitting at the border, and demanding Starfleet officers withdraw from the Damark before it crosses back into Klingon space. If you can punch a hole in the shields, we could beam you out. You have maybe five minutes."
Goodwin lets out a groan as he gets up to his feet. "Secure our friends here," says Goodwin. He then directs his attention to the commpin. "Secure the lifeboats, Lieutenant. Don't let the other Klingon ships touch 'em. We'll get your hole through the shields. Goodwin out." He then turns to the group. "All right. Ideas on how we're going to punch a hole in the shields in five minutes?"
Matheson glances sideways to Walters, and says, "Yes, we do have to talk." Then, in answer to Goodwin's question, "Kill the power?"
Walters accepts the hand up with a friendly enough smile, though he stands with enough determined vigour to indicate determination or perhaps simply a quick recovery.
Green gives Endilev a look for a moment, then moves to start securing the prisoners. "Yes. By moving double-time back to where we came in, sir. Or, you could tell the Klingons that /we/ defeated these ones, and claim right of victory. Or some such foolishness."
Nabrun stands, grabbing the regenerator and the hypo on her way up, and stops to tend to Goodwin's wounds. "It slipped," she tells the 2O quietly. "How far are we from a control point where we can order the shields down?"
Kryn Endilev groans loud enough for the audio pick up to actually catch it. He jams the hrisal back into its scabbard and holsters his phaser. "Have the Paine orient around to the aft of the ship. They might be able to beam us out, even with the engines in the way if they get close enough to the shieldless section." His words are rather breathy.
"Understood, sir," replies the officer from the Paine. "Securing the life boats on our side of the border. As soon as you're ready, we'll be standing by."
. o O Walters thinks, "Oh well, if we blow up no need to worry about how this will go down on your record, a win-win situation all around. Time to save the day."
Goodwin tries to then raise the other security team on his commpin. "Goodwin to Security Team Alpha. Chief, if you've secured the Engineering Core, I need the sheilds brought down on this ship. Can you do that for me?" He gestures towards the way they came. "In case they can't, let's move."
Walters says, "Sir, it's very likely I could disable the shields myself in less time than it would take to get back to where we came...."
Matheson looks sideways to Walters as he says that, and says, "That seems like the best news I've heard today." Then he falls silent, "
Matheson looks sideways to Walters as he says that, and says, "That seems like the best news I've heard today." Then he falls silent, "I wonder if there's an easier route back?" He pulls out his tricorder again.
Green looks at Kryn. "Can you carry one of these guys? Preferably two." Yes, she ignores his wound. She looks back toward Goodwin. "With all due respect, Commander, we can't just let our prisoners stay here to die."
Green adds, "And how do we know those aren't Koraga ships out there?"
Nabrun remains quiet and finishes up with Goodwin before going to collect her medkit.
"With all due respect, yes we can, if it's a choice between them and us," Endilev replies, his voice stronger this time. "Your call, Commander. But if they can't get us out of here, we can't hump back to the insertion site carrying these people, atmospheric issues aside.
After a moment the team from engineering answers. "Negative sir, shield controls are locked out. We're trying to bypass them but I can't be sure how well we'll do."
"All right. Mister Walters, do your thing, since the only way else we're going to do this is to take the bridge, and I'm not in the mood for another firefight," Goodwin determines, glancing back towards the way they came dubiously.
Green nods once, then moves to cover the direction the team itself didn't come from. "Wrong, Lieutenant Endilev. But I'll be happy to debate that later. If there is a later."
GAME: Walters contests his Systems Engineering+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.
Walters moves to a nearby console and says as he types at the console, "Okay everybody, let's get ready for evac...This is going to take me a minute, but we'll have plenty of time..."
. o O Green thinks, "The second we took these people down, they became /our/ responsibility. The Klingons can go to hell if they don't like it."
. o O Walters thinks, "40 seconds tops. 20 seconds for gloating room."
Matheson glances over at Nabrun, and inclines his head towards the downed Klingons. Then he moves over towards them, flipping open his tricorder and beginning to scan to see how badly they are injured.
Nabrun shakes her head at Matheson once she's recovered her kit. "You start on them," she says quietly. "I'll see to LT Endilev." And then she's making her way over toward the Andorian.
GAME: Nabrun contests her First Aid/Combat Medic vs Moderate and Succeeds.
And now it's just time to wait for Walters to do his thing. "Let's make sure we get the prisoners beamed out with us," says Goodwin. "I don't want to have assaulted a Klingon armory for nothing."
. o O Walters thinks, "Come on you stupid computer. I know I don't have clearance, but you don't. Who built the safeties on these computers, a three year old? Lets see, divert power to forward port shields, well away from us...no, no need for shields over here, come on, fail..."
Green nods slightly, overhearing Goodwin. She says nothing, simply keeping an eye out for further hostiles.
Walters comments as he works, "The shields controls are fighting me taking down the whole net, but I just killed the shields here. Can the other team get out by the way we came in, or get here?" He continues to type, studying and making choices quickly as he says, about 45 seconds later, "Got it, for this section. If I need to kill another section I need to know where the other team is."
Kryn Endilev remains where he is, largely silent as Nabrun goes about inspecting his injuries.
Nabrun works efficiently with Kryn's injuries, getting the bleeding stopped in a matter of minutes. "Something for the pain?" she asks Kryn, quietly. She's focused on her work, not the shields.
"Sir, the shields are down enough that we're pulling out the group from engineering," comes the voice from the Paine. "Once we get your okay, we can pull you out."
"We've got the other team, Ensign," reports Goodwin to Walters. "All right, Lieutenant." This is to the Paine. "We have six prisoners coming for beam-out. Energize them, and then us, when ready. We're out of here."
. o O Green definitely approves.
Green steps back, never letting down her guard, toward the rest of the team.
"Hell yes," Endilev replies levelly to Nabrun's inquiry. "It feels like a piece of fire is leisurely digesting my arm." Relieved of its burden, his left arm is just now hanging at his side.
Nabrun prepares the hypo without a word, and with only a small tilt to her lips. "Sir," she calls to Goodwin. "They know we're bringing six stray Klingons home with us, yes? Is there any way we can get beamed to sickbay with them, directly?"
. o O Nabrun thinks, "Yes. We're bringing home a litter of Klingons. And they're not going to be happy."
Walters comments to Goodwin with a grin, "There we go. I love stupid computers." He then moves towards Nabrun. "Anything I can do to help get you and your prisoners ready?"
No sooner does Goodwin issue the order than do the Klingons get snapped up by the transporters. After several long seconds the rest of the team is also snapped up and deposited on the transporter pad aboard the Thomas Paine.
"Let's secure the prisoners in sickbay. They can find out all about their rights under Alliance law and Consular treaties when they come to," says Goodwin, looking at the Klingon forms that have been rather unceremoniously dragged from the pad. "Sorry we couldn't get site to site, Counselor, but that takes longer. You can have charge of the prisoners with Mister Endilev and Doctor Matheson." He steps over some Klingons. He taps his commbadge. "Goodwin to bridge. Lay in a course for 419. Warp nine point two. Engage when ready."
Green looks to Goodwin to hear his orders. With a glance toward the prisoners, she heads for the turbolift and the bridge.
"Sir," replies the bridge. "The Damark was just destroyed by the two Klingons ships. The moment it passed back into Klingon space they fired."
Nabrun nods, once, to Goodwin. "Aye, Sir," she says quietly, then turns toward the Transporter chief. "Can we get a bit of help getting our guests down to Sick Bay, please? Dr. Matheson, if you could take care of the gentleman with the knife wound..." She trails off at the news, lips thinning.
Walters heads for the turbolift as well, though Letting Green proceed him. "Well, that's enough excitement for one day, Ah reckon. Time to get back to the other side of starfleet...Paperwork."
. o O Green thinks, "If they wanted to find out about the NFA, they would have /captured/ those ships. They eliminated a liability."
Goodwin sighs and nods his head once or twice. "Very well, Lieutenant. I'll be in the ready room. Time to let Ambassador Kogh know that I have six of his countrymen in my --" Goodwin's voice trails off as he exits the transporter room and continues on through the corridor.
"Color me shocked," Endilev mutters at the news of the Damark's fate. "Tuesday should be fun." He steps down off the pad.
. o O Walters feels satisfied.
Matheson has been tending to the Klingon's for a while now, and has his medical kit open when they're transported, finding himself basically in the same position when he arrives back. He looks up to Nabrun, "Already on it..." he says, politely.
Nabrun simply offers Matheson a bit of a smile. "Excellent, Dr. Matheson," she says quietly, then turns to head off to Sickbay herself.
. o O Nabrun thinks, "Don't you start too, Charles."
