Heroes (Part 1 of 2)

Posted on 23 Jul 2012 @ 2:19pm by Lieutenant Commander Chauncey Remington III (KIA) & Lieutenant Commander Dea Mialin & Lieutenant JG Kestra Orexil & Lieutenant Kiri Cho & Ensign Im'er Mor'an & Captain Jonathan Holliday
Edited on on 23 Jul 2012 @ 2:22pm

2,979 words; about a 15 minute read

Mission: Episode 01 - Project Sienna
Location: USS Galileo - Deck 1, Bridge
Timeline: MD 07 - 2245 hrs

Previously, on Captured...

Lilou swallowed hard. "I can get him. I can get up there. He's in the nacelle control room. I can throw a EV suit on and get there in minutes." She looked between Will and the XO. "Willis has the consoles from Engineering and better eyes on the system from down there too." She spoke quickly and quietly, but there was a determination in her. The Chief was responsible for them still flying. They couldn't do without him. They couldn't risk leaving him hurt and trapped somewhere. It just wasn't an option in her mind.

"Go." John acknowledged with a nod to the young engineer. He hated the idea of sending anyone into danger, but hopefully the protective equipment provided by Starfleet would be more than enough.

"As soon as you get him clear we'll beam him straight to sickbay - Mr Remington if the shields have to dip for a millisecond to make it possible then do it, the hull has held up pretty well so far."

The shielding within the nacelle was legendary for making transporting difficult, but at least with the missing engineer retrieved to the deck, then at least it might not take up quite so much power to save the life of an injured colleague.

"Yes, sir," Lilou said, already scrambling for the door. =^=Willis, the console's yours. Keep her running.=^=

=^=Bridge to Sickbay - Chief Quinn is being beamed across to you momentarily - prepare to receive him. =^=

=^=Sickbay to bridge; We are standing by, sickbay out=^=

"More transporter signals, sir," Remington interrupted once more. "Main Engineering, deck four. Now the cargo bays and-" He spun around, reaching for his phaser, "the bridge."

And Now, the Continuation...

[ON]

The Bridge was smashed.

Consoles were destroyed, relays had fallen from the ceiling and now hung limp like metallic snakes ripped from their housings and left to spark uselessly in the air. Crew members had been taken, their captain abducted, and their Chief Engineer transported to Sickbay in an indeterminate state. In the midst of it all, a few officers had tried to keep the Galileo together, issuing orders to their subordinates and working desperately to fulfil their duties as Starfleet officers.

That duty however, was about to be pushed to its limit. A moment passed before anyone could realise what exactly had happened, as the entire Bridge was bathed in the red light of a Klingon transporter, as a boarding party of battle-hardened warriors appeared from out of thin air.

Watching in shock and fuelled by nothing more than adrenalin, Holliday instinctively picked himself up from the command chair and threw himself backwards over the railing, knowing that cover was better than sitting ready to be shot.

As the warriors were set free from the confines of a transporter beam, they immediately began their work - to kill anything in a Starfleet uniform, and to do it as quickly as possible.

Remington had a phaser in hand already when he saw them transporting. But he only fired off one shot before he leaped back towards the badly damaged operations console. "Cover me!" he told Mor'an without waiting to see if she listened to him.

Despite her injured wrist, Mor'an drew her phaser and held it at the ready.

Things happened fast. Dea's main priority was to stay alive and help her crew mates. Even though the last fall she'd taken was a hard one there was no other choice but to keep fighting. Aiming the phaser in her hand at the first enemy that stepped into her crosshairs.

Shields, that was his priority. Hoping the Tarkannan knew what she was doing; Remington turned his back on the bridge and continued his work getting power to shields. He sent energy streaming through the damaged plasma conduits, praying no one happened to be nearby a rupture. The shield generators powered up... and sputtered again. With a curse, he rerouted power from life support and tried again. Another flicker of life, and this time the shields went up, albeit weakly.

At first Kiri just couldn't process what was going on, phaser and disruptor fire all around the bridge. Safer than most in her small alcove she started to drop to one knee as a green bolt hit the railing in front of her. Sparks scattered around her as she brought up her own phaser with her uninjured right hand. Her left sleeve swept across bleary eyes in an attempt to clear them. As another shot flew past her head she took aim and fired. The first was squarely on target, catching a Klingon in the chest on maximum stun. The second missed, the third catching another in the arm. By then she was a target, fire bounding all around her. Freezing up she pulled her hands over her head, losing the ability to move completely.

Mor'an, busy covering Remington, saw Klingon fire focus on one particular spot. Should she draw their fire away from the unfortunate soul? Or should she not give away her position in order to keep Remington safe? The good thing was that Klingons trained mostly in hand-to-hand combat rather than phasers, so they had only a handful of those. She heard Will curse behind her as she shifted so she could better see the Bridge. Using IR, she took stock of how many were dead. Too many, in her way of thinking, but there were still people alive. At least Holliday and Cho were operational. Cho seemed to have been the one who drew the Klingon's fire a moment ago.

Remington didn't think it was worth the trouble of telling the commander he had succeeded in getting the shields up. Time for that later. Raising his phaser, he started to fire at the Klingons from the cover of the damaged ops console.

"Get off the bridge," he told Mor'an, "get to a control station and access the transporters. Lock onto Klingon biosignatures throughout the ship and store them in the pattern buffer. Bridge first. You may need to get power rerouted. Head for the turbolift, I'll cover you."

"Aye" was the only word Mor'an had time for before sprinting towards the turbolift, trusting Remington to protect her back.

Kestra dropped down behind Holliday's cover, barely missing a burst of phaser fire over one shoulder. "Yours," she said, pressing her phaser into his hand and drawing another from a clip on her boot. She kept her gaze out, listening closely as Remington instructed the cadet. Good, she thought, following his plan. If he could track the Klingon biosignatures, he could transport them back off the ship. She popped out of cover long enough to fire several shots; one of the Klingons dropped like a stone. "She's alive," Kestra said as she dropped back down behind cover. "I can feel her out there. But until we get her back - and we will - we need you safe. The ready room has lock down procedures, doesn't it?" She leaned out again, firing another flurry of phaser blasts to draw their attention towards her side of the bridge and away from the exit Remington and Mor'an were trying for. Still too close. And Holliday would be in their sights. She drove up from the ground, hurdling the console they'd hidden behind and ran for the far side of the bridge, vaulting over the console there. "Hab SoSlI' Quch!" she shouted as she ducked down again.

Remington sprinted from the cover of the ops console with Mor'an behind him, firing his phaser. He was a decent shot, enough of a threat to keep the Klingons from thinking about what he was trying to accomplish long enough for Mor'an to escape.

With the transport cycle complete, the Klingons knew that now was the best chance they were going to get to capture the Bridge crew and take over key control systems. With the Starfleet officers out of the way, they would be free to eliminate resistance through the rest of the ship. Drawing their disruptors, the warriors began targeting their opposition with no regard for the rules of war - at the end of the day; all they wanted was lifeless corpses and a new ship to take back to their superiors.
A young girl in the distance seemed to be trying to escape, something that one of the Klingons objected to, after all, escaping battle was the coward's way out. Turning his disruptor around, he aimed at her, pulling the trigger just as he himself was hit by a phaser blast from the human behind Ops, enough to throw his aim off enough to miss the Tarkannan's back, luckily for her.

A stray beam caught Mor'an on the arm and she cried out in surprise, stumbling as she did. The beam had hit the same arm she has injured during the initial attack when she fell from her chair. Closing her mind to the pain, Mor'an dropped to one knee to steady herself and shot the Klingon who had just seen her. Not wanting to risk him alerting his comrades, she landed another shot in his chest, just to be sure. She glanced towards the turbolift -- still a fair distance away.

The XO could not believe the situation that his Bridge had devolved into. A few moments ago it had been a vibrant and efficient command centre, but now it was filled with hostile Klingons intent on wiping out his colleagues. After being passed a phaser by his Tactical officer, Jonathan felt a little more secure, in a position to lift his head over the makeshift barrier of the wall between the command chair and the rear consoles. Raising his phaser, he squeezed off a shot, hitting his target square in the chest, felling him like a rather aggressive tree.

His success was short lived as one of the Klingon's companions turned and began to return fire against the now pinned-down first officer.

Clad in battle armor with his black hair tied back and sporting a lengthy fu manchu, the Klingon intruder poked his arm above cover and fired off a rapid volley of disruptor fire aimed at the red-collared man. He growled angrily as more orange phaser bursts flew past his head, and then swiftly returned to cover against the wall. He looked around and quickly surveyed the situation, noticing the positions of the pinned down Federation crew. Not too far away was a strange female creature trying to make it to the turbolift and escape. "Bi'Hnuch!" he yelled with a scowl, then holstered his weapon. The intricate metallic blade of his bat'leth came out with a swift motion from his arm, and he jumped from behind cover with surprise and bounded towards her. It only took three quick steps until he was in range, and he raised his weapon over his head as he prepared to decapitate her.

Mor'an was taking too long to reach the turbolift, Remington realized as the Klingon made to cut them off. He sprinted past with a sudden, adrenaline-charged burst of speed, firing his phaser blindly. He caught the blade of the bat'leth with his phaser. Durable as the metal was, the Klingon's strength dented it and nearly wrenched it from the operation officer's hand, but he managed to hold on, even as he felt the cold bite of metal cut to the bone of his forearm.

"Run, dammit!" he yelled at Mor'an.

Kiri's brain was rattled, it told her she should run away and hide, it also knew that if she didn't move she might not be hurt. On top of all that Kiri's own inner voice was telling her to fight. Telling her to flash her teeth and fight to protect everyone. Four years of training had drilled into her how to act in a situation but it wasn't quite enough, so she latched onto something next to it. That if she didn't put herself in more danger to help the others, she'd be failing. She'd be a bad officer, a bad person. Still with her entire body trembling Kiri managed to force herself to the side, staggering into the open a little more while still crouching low. Her wounded left arm cradled against her abdomen, phaser in the right as she struggled to line it up. Firing twice she missed twice, aiming at the nearest brown body as it loomed over another crewman. Her hands shaking so much she couldn't seem to hit anything, even if they came close.

At the moment, no thought occupied Mor'an's mind other than the mission set before her. Disregarding caution of any sort, she bolted for the turbolift. Reaching its relative safety, she nearly yelled at the computer to take her to her destination. Slumped against the wall, Mor'an waited the few moments it took before stopping.

Dea didn't like the way things were going on the bridge at all. As she dove for cover she landed wrong irritating an already injured knee. Turing just in time to watch more horrifying events unfold before her. It was a matter of life or death plain and simple and Mialin did not want to die.

Remington punched the Klingon in the stomach that would have disabled a human, and while it made the warrior stagger, buying the cadet the time she needed to get to the turbolift, it did not stop him. With a roar, he twisted his bat'leth around, bringing the other end up towards Remington. The point of the blade buried itself high on his side. Will gasped and staggered as the blade cut deep into his flesh and slumped to the floor once the warrior kicked him off the weapon with his boot.

Hearing the yelp of his Operations officer behind him, John rolled on his back to face towards the scene, in horror as he watched the now-bloodied body of his fellow officer being pulled from the blade of a Klingon weapon and allowed to fall to the floor.

Inside him, a deep anger began to swell, anger that he had not felt since he had first gone up against an opponent in hand to hand combat many years ago. He had seen his team mates fall in battle before, too many times to remember in fact, but this was his first posting as XO, these were the people that he was responsible for, and now one of them was in more danger than he could possibly comprehend.

Letting out a yell and a roar as deep and anguished as any Klingon could manage, John threw himself onto his feet and charged down the intruder hovering above the body of Commander Remington, dropped his shoulder as he did so and throwing his full bodyweight into the ribs of the enemy, sending them both sprawling to the deck.

Recovering quickly as the wind narrowly avoided being knocked out of him, John turned to face his opponent who had equally pulled himself from the floor. The Klingon, still in possession of his bat'leth swung hard across at the XO, who managed to avoid the blow by only the narrowest of gaps, before delivering an almighty blow with his fist to the Klingon's stomach, watching as he doubled over in shock.

Following up with a straight uppercut to his jaw, Holliday wasn't about to let up now, throwing punch after punch at any vulnerable section of his opposition he could see, before cupping his fists together for one last shattering blow to the Klingon's face, knocking him square onto his back, and relinquishing his weapon at last.

Without thinking, John scooped up the weapon for himself, and turning its bladed edge to face towards, buried the blade into the chest of the Klingon, much as he himself had done only a few seconds ago to Galileo's chief of Operations.

Looking down at the lifeless corpse ahead of him, John felt no remorse. He was a soldier, and killing the opponents who stood against him was everything he had ever trained for. Looking around him, and with little opposition remaining, he allowed the bat'leth to fall from his hand, and quickly dropped to his knees at the side of his injured comrade.

"Remington....you still with me? Come on Commander this is no time to be laying down on the job!"

But the commander was in no condition to respond. His face was deathly white and blood pumped from the deep wound in his side. Already he had lost a great deal and he was obviously not going to be much help repelling Klingons anytime soon.

"Dammit I gave you an order Lieutenant Commander!" The XO called out as he watched the life of his colleague slip away. Turning away for a second, he leapt over the barrier towards the command chair and found the emergency medical kit stored there for just this reason. Fumbling, he grabbed the case and jumped back over the railings, throwing it open on the floor next to him.

As Holliday ran to Remington's side, Kestra did her best to distract the other intruders on the bridge.

"Tricorder... tricorder... here we go... we can fix this... you'll be fine..." Flipping the device open in his palm, John ripped the probe free from it's housing and quickly passed it over Remington... the steady tone from the tricorder confirming what he already knew...

Chauncey Remington III.....was dead.



To Be Continued...

[OFF]

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Lt Cmdr Jonathan Holliday
Executive Officer
USS Galileo

ENS Kiri Cho
Science Officer/Sensor Specialist
USS Galileo

Lt JG Kestra Orexil
Chief Security Officer
USS Galileo

Cadet Senior Grade Im'er Mor'an
Red Squad Intern
USS Galileo

Lt. Cmdr. Chauncey William Remington III
Chief Operations Officer
R.I.P.

LTJG Dea Mialin
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Galileo

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