[On the Wildstrike....]
Kicking a heavy, rather dead klingon body from her desk, the Captain
re-hulstered her side arm, and exitted her quarters. She hadn't
particularky expected to have one dive into her office-- especialy when
the ship should still have been under temporal cloak and in a time
crisis, but so life was.
*Intruder alert, all decks! Dispatch with Klingon intruders immediatly,
repeat intruder alert!* Echoed down the hall before her.
"My deepest appologies ma`am," Aemhig's guard bowed before her. The man
was wounded, and badly by the look of it, but far less than several
klingons at his feet. "I could only stop the two of them before the
khlee brushed me aside."
Aemhig simply shrugged, picking up one of the Klingon's blades. Looking
back and forth, she decided to head off towards the sounds of fighting
along the deck. The guard dutifuly steps into position behind her,
keeping a watchful eye out for threats to the TAG supervisor.
The battles (if such small skermishes could be reffered to as such)
didnt last too long. the Klingons Aemhig encountered seemed generaly
lost and disorientated by the ship's layout. More over, the 'Warriors'
seemed even more appaled that obvious science types were fending them
back with all manor of fiendish weapons.
Aemhig *was* going to need some stiches-- one of the animals had actualy
BITTEN her! But, aside from her aides wounds, nothing seemed especialy
out of place. Reporting her deck secure, the Captain returns to her
quarters intent on finding out what exactly happened to bring them back
to reality...
[Security...]
Vyynd, laboring over a computer console, holding his forhead as he reads
over logs and reports they had gathered across the network, is suddenly
startled at hearing the Leih's report come over the system, "What the...?"
as he turns, five Klingons shimmer into existance in the security office,
three bearing disruptor rifles, and two weilding the deadly-looking
Bat`leth. Unholstering his pistol, Vyynd shouts, "Every-io watch out!!" and
takes a few potshots at one of the Klingons, vaporizing him.
Aeris t`Rharin unholsters her own pistol and dives behind her console for
cover, just as one of the Klingon's fired her way. Sparks fly, and the
consol's damaged, but Aeris miraculously manages to survive the energy
blast.
One of the Bat`leth wielding lunatics takes a swipe at Vyynd, just before he
dives for cover. The curved blade swipes itself just inches away from
Vyynd's head. Falling behind the desk, he can see Aeris glancing over at
him from the safety of her hiding spot. "That was too close...." he
mumbles, unsheathing his katana. Vyynd suddenly dives up, lunging the blade
through the Klingon's collar bone. The Klingon twitches on the point of
Vyynd's blade, pink blood pouring out the wound, the Klingon drops the
Bat`leth. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees an Erien cleanly
decapitated by the other Bat`leth wielding foe. "grrrr..." Vyynd growls in
anger, pulling the speared Klingon further over the desk. Dropping his
sword on the floor, Vyynd grabs the bleeding Klingon's weapon rifle, rips it
from it's back-holster, and shoots the Klingon-fvai which just beheaded one
of his officers.
Another of the Klingons fires another shot off with the rifle, hitting
Aeris's consol once more and sending out another round of sparks. Aeris
leans out to the side of her hiding spot and shoots several speratic shots
with her pistol, proving to have an excellent eye for aim, she takes off her
attacker's arms and a chunk out of his torso, before the Klingon is totally
vaporized.
The last Klingon standing bellows an alien war-cry and fires off an awesome
round of rifle shots, hitting two other officers and blasting a bunch of
consols....one of which Vyynd had only just been using a moment ago.
"FVADT it! I was USING that console!!" Vyynd wedges a foot under his
dropped katana as he drops the Klingon rifle. He lobs his sword into the
air, catches the hilt and spins it once, releasing it spinning into and
lunging through the last standing Klingon's forehead.
As the smoke clears, Aeris stands up from her hiding spot and settles her
dazed eyes on Vyynd. Looking over at her, Vyyn smiles a little uneasily,
"What? Now I have to start looking through the networks ALL over again...."
he stops, and listens to the varied shouts of 'help...security!' that blares
though the coms. The unexpected battle within the security offices had
droned them out before. Vyynd gathers together what's left of the security
personell and contacts any TAG group people he can, "Every-io, this is
ninte ship...let's keep it that way!! Spread out, get the wort-a out of
here!!"
The security officers shout back an over-enthusiastic "IE, REKKHAI!!" as
they arm themselves with various weapons from the weapon's lockers, and rush
off in small teams.
After the teams had been dispatch, Vyynd kicks over a few blasted terminals,
and opens a comline to Rylan, "Rekkhai...?" the conversation lasts a few
minutes with Aeris and Vyynd cleanning as they speak to the RS a moment.
Almost having the office picked up, though it still didn't seem picked up
with all the damage the Klingons had caused, Vyynd opens a line to the Oira,
"Jolan`tru...this is security officer tr`Khaine..." he pauses a moment,
"What say the sensors of the Hydra??"
The com-officer on the Oira answers with, "The Hydra is with us,
rekkhai...still na contact with them, they refuse to answer our hails."
Shaking his head slightly, Vyynd taps back, "Expected, hann`yyo..."
[Engineering...]
Rylan, worried about the reports he had recieved of Klingons in Engineering,
opens a panel to access the maintenance tunnels, and hurries towards the
ladder. Half-climbing, and half-sliding down the ladder, he finally reaches
the deck. Opening another panel, he unholsters his pistol and fires at a
Klingon that passed by the passageway, then steps out.
Another Klingon, who had seen his comrade vaporized, swings his Bat`leth at
Rylan. The boy tries to dodge and duck out of the way, and is rewarded by
the point of the curved blade grazing him across the back of the shoulder,
tearing his uniform and flesh. Ignoring the pain of that, Rylan curses a
string of Rihannsu swears, and brings his pistol to bear at the Klingon's
head. Just as the Klingon begins to swipe at the boy again, Rylan squeezes
the trigger and vaporizes the alien.
Seeing another Klingon messing around with a console, Rylan unseaths his
kalen and runs up behind him, doging rifle-blasts and generally leaving the
other Klingons in the room to the Engineering officers that scrambled and
struggled with the larger foe. Leaping onto the Klingon's back, Rylan pulls
it's head back by the bone-ridges of it's forehead, and runs the kalen
across the Klingon's throat, slicing it wide open. Hot pink blood pours
out, covering the console the Klingon had been buisily working on, trying to
shut down the Transwarp. As the Klingon falls, Rylan hears Vyynd's voice
speak his name over his com. Standing, Rylan glances around at the other
officers fighting off the two remaining Klingons, and taps his badge.
Sounding as if nothing whatsoever was out of the ordinary, he answers, "Ie,
Vyynd?" then dives out of the way as a rifle bolt comes a little too close.
"Ry?" tr`Tuhmek could almost swear he heard a raised brow behind Vyynd's
voice, "Security personel en-rout to all parts of the ship. Na person left
un-accounted, na closet left unchecked.....Whereabouts of the Leih?
t`Aemhig?" there was a slight pause, "Au?!?!"
Taking a shot at the Klingon who had fired at him, Rylan sees another
officer had fired at the Klingon as well, vaporizing the alien before his
shot had gotten there; then smirked to see the remaining Klingon soon
followed his comrades.
Heading back to the access tunnel, reminding himself that Katara was alone,
Rylan answers Vyynd's questions. "The Leih's on the Oira...." he runs to
the ladder and begins his climb, "Na sure where Aemhig is... I'm in the
tunnels. All lifts are cut from power. The Oira's cut off to prevent
further attack.
"Ie..." Vynnd answers, starting to set security back up to roughly resemble
itself once more.
Still climbing the ladder, Rylan pauses to tap a line to DT, "Everything
okay with Medlab?"
But Vyynd taps back instead, "Ie...what of the ship, are we out of harms
way? Anymore visitors expected? I'll check in with the Oria..."
Rylan sighs, and hurries along the ladder when DT hadn't responded.
Answering Vyynd he taps back, "Na. We've hit the Transwarp...just dispatch
the Klingons on the ship!"
"Understood. Hann`yyo rekkhai..."
Reaching the deck to his quarters, Rylan runs through the corridor, keeping
an eye out for any Klingons that might've been traversing the corridor.
Reaching his quarters, he finds a frightened, but all right Katara sitting
worridly at his desk. Taking his kaleh from the wall, he grabbs her hand
and pulls her along to Medical. Becomeing a bit winded with all the running
around, he taps the line open again, "Status of the striker unit, Vyynd?"
"All accounted for, we're repairing damage to security, and the others are
reporting to their respective posts throughout the ship...."
"Ie...Ie....Make sure au post extras at Engineering and the Computer lab..."
he stops in his speech to catch up with his breath, then adds, "And send an
extra team upto the Oira!!"
[In Medlab around this time....]
Emni screams to see the Klingon suddenly appear right beside her, and hits
him in the face with a lab-tray. The Klingon takes a stumbling step back,
then hits the girl with the butt-end of his rifle, sending her to the floor.
DT doesn't think about acting, just grabs one of his special weapons that
resemble as metal water-rifle, and puts the tank it's attached to on his
back. Turning to face the advancing Klingon, he aims the bizarre weapon at
the alien.
The Klingon bears his rifle on DT and shoots, but it hits the biobed behind
him instead. Not seeming to notice how close he had come to being
vaporized, D`Tarik pulls the trigger on his weapon....and hits the Klingons
with green goo.
One Klingon was hit in the face. As the goo bubbles and slides off, the
Klingon's features are gone. No eyes....no nose...no mouth. Even it's
forehead ridges are gone! It's as if more skin had grown over the Klingon's
face. The faceless-one falls to the ground, clawing at the featureless mask
that was his head, trying desperately for air.
The Klingon who had attacked Emni was hit in the legs with the green goo,
transforming them into furry hoofed legs that are too small and weak to
support it's body. The Klingon bellows in fear and rage and falls to the
ground. "Na body does that to Emni..." DT declairs in a quiet, angry tone,
and rushes over to the girl.
Turning the girl over, DT sees that Emni's lip is split and bleeding, and
she's unconsious. DT's forehead creases in worry to see the bleeding mark
on the side of her head where the butt of the Klingon's rifle had hit her.
Angry and wanting the Klingon to shut up, DT returns the favor that had been
done for the girl, and hits the alien in the head, knocking him out.
Picking up the injured girl, he carefully lays her on a bio-bed, and
immediately starts working on her, the mutigen-gun dangling at his side from
the hose that attached it to the tanks on his back.
Two more young and frightened medical officers run in, babbling something
that DT seemed not to hear. A few moments later, the medbay doors opens
again, and three more Klingon's enter. One fires at a medical officer and
vaporizes him. A second Klingon takes a pot-shot at DT. The blast sails
over his head and into the wall as DT leans down closer to apply something
to the wound on Emni's head.
The second assistant, not armed, suddenly jumps the third Klingon holding a
Bat`leth and is rewarded for his efforts by being thrown against the wall.
The assistant's head hits, cracking the skull open. Out of nowhere,
Sprinkles hops into the room and vaporizes one of the Klingons with his
laser.
The Klingon with the bladed weapon steps back at the odd-looking tribble.
Growling low at Sprinkles, the alien lashes out with the Bat`leth. Sprink
jumps back, barely dodging the attack, and trips, falling over. Hearing the
startled 'squeek!!' from Sprink, DT finally looks up from his task, and
grabs the gun dangling at his side. Taking quick aim, more green goo
squirts out of the unusual weapon and hits the hands of the one with the
Bat`leth. More flesh grows around the handle of the weapon, fusing the
Klingon to his blade. Confused, the Klingon growls and tries to shake the
Bat`leth free from his hands, while his comrade tries to get a bearing with
his rifle on the squirming tribble.
Suddenly, without warning, Sprink jumps up and attaches himself to the face
of the Klingon who had fired at him. Sprink's tenical wraps around the
Klingon's neck, squeezing, the claw and sharp little teeth of the tribble
tear into the warrior's face. DT let's the mutigen-gun fall back down to
his side. Reaching in his labcoat, he pulls out a pistol and vaporizes the
Klingon that was struggling to free the Bat`leth from his hands. After a
moment, he vaporizes the one that lay unconsious on the floor, then sets the
pistol down as he figured Sprink was doing a good job of fending for
himself, and quietly went back to trying to rouse Emni.
Still trying furiously to pry the little furball off his face, the enraged
Klingon slams the little guy a few times with a fist, and pulls it's fur
with the other, only to get his hand caught in Sprink's claw. Sprinkles
suddenly kicks the Klingon in the throat with his borg-looking foot, and the
Klingon choaks, falling to the ground as his windpipe had been shattered.
Emni, suffering from a major concussion, starts to have trouble breathing.
DT shoots a stimulent into her and tries to rivive her. He hears Rylan's
voice on the com, but ignores it, too wrapped up in his work. After a
moment, Sprinkles hops over, watching DT curiously as he paitiently waits by
the Rihan's side. Taking a moment to check Emni's lifesigns, he taps open a
line to Vyynd. "Can I get some security down here at Medbay? And check the
hallways...."
"They should be entering Medbay any second now..." Vynnd pauses in his
conversation to Rylan to tap back to D`Tarik with a raise of his brow, "The
halls are being cleared as we speak, rekkhai..."
"Ok. Hann`yyo, Vyynd...." he pauses as he glances back down to Emni, then
sees wounded start beaming into Medbay as six officers shimmer into
existence. "I have more important things to deal with at the moment...."
"Priorities understood. Jolan`tru..." Vyynd taps back, just as the doors to
medbay open once more.
Rylan, weilding a kaleh and dragging a frightened and somewhat confused
Katara behind him, runs into Medbay expecting a fight, and trips over one of
the dead Klingons, pulling the girl down with him. He lands with a loud
"Ooph!!"
Vyynd finishes his conversation with Rylan at that percise moment by
acknowledging Ry's previous order, "Understood...extras are already en
route to the Oira. I'll send more to Engineering and the Computer lab
now...."
Picking himself and the barmaid back up, Rylan looks over to DT as he taps
back to Vyynd, "Ie...hann`yyo...."
"Jolan`tru rekkhai..." Vyynd closes the comline with a smile.
Katara heads over to one of the wounded officers to see if she could help,
while three Security officers peek in the doorway to find dead Klingons.
The security team shrug to each other, then begin to patrol the corridor for
any Klingons that might still be lurking.
Rylan's brow creases in annoyance as he steps over the Klingon he had
tripped over. "Couldn't au at the very least said 'I'm okay'?!?!" he asks
D`Tarik in an angrily sarcastic tone, as the Medical chief removes the
mutigen-gun pack from his back and sets it to lean against the wall. "How
long could that possibly take to say?!"
While back down in the Security office, Aeris and Vyynd have done all they
could to set things back to rights. Tapping a line open to the Oira, Vyynd
reports, "Security checking in, everything operational....or close
enough....."
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