[Transporter Bay 1]
D'Tarik shimmers in, Rylan walks in the door, followed by Aeris carrying
several uniforms, followed by another agent carrying weapons. The two
begin to distribute uniforms, armor, and weapons.
D'Tarik says happily "I grabbed some ummm... neat stuff I have been
wanting to test out. I see this as a perfectly good time to do so."
Rylan immediatly catches this and says "What kind of 'neat stuff'?"
D'Tarik shrugs as if it's nothing. "Some weapons. I don't like hurting
but if we must, which somet times au have to, au might as well do it
right Rylan!"
Vynnd, ignoring the exchange, nods to Aeris. "Hann'yuu. Now, briefing."
He glances over to Rylan, then hesitantly begins. "I believe an army of
animated Klingon bodies is to be beamed aboard? We are currently under
guise as part of a Klingon fleet... err..."
Meanwhile, on the Oira, the com officer reports "Ra'Kalen class
destroyer entering system. Republican codes, no ship ID given."
Rhagarokk turns and yells in his 'what-now' voice, "What? Hang on, I'll
deal with it in a second."
D'Tarik cautions the team "Stay as far away from the Klings as au can.
They bite and if they bite au," dramatic pause, "Au will be turned into
a zombie."
Rylan, used to this, simply says "Ie, ie. Vynnd? Have anything in mind?
We're dressed up as the Empire-people, au know."
Vynnd, exasperated, says "Ie. How the Klingons and us infiltrating fit
in I do na know."
Rylan grins again, and steps up on the pad all ready to rock. "Nah, the
Klingons are a distraction! Don't shoot them, shoot the Empire people."
Also ready to go, D'Tarik hops up. "How cares how they fit in? I got to
make them!"
The conversation is cut short by an announcement over the com.
"Attention all stations. This is the plan. The Wildstrike and Hydra will
be attacking the Time Ship directly along with the holographic Klingon
vessels. As soon as an oppurtunity presents itself, the zombie Klingons
will be beamed as close to their Oira as possible as to create a major
distraction. At the same time, the incursion team will be beamed onto
the ship near Engineering. Ninte job is to download as much information
as possible from the computers and sabotage any systems au can. The
Imperial disguise are so that au can fit in with the officers there so
as to get more easy access to essential systems. Questions?"
Vynnd is the first to respond, "Na here, rekkhai, every-io is accounted
for and ready."
"Can I wear my lab coat over the disguise?" says D'Tarik immediatly.
Rhagarokk sighs over the comline. "Ie, fine... au know, au remind me of
my cousin sometimes... any other questions?"
Rylan chuckes. "Na rekkhai." Glancing over at Vynnd, he adds "Good to
go?"
D'Tarik quickly pulls his coat over his uniform.
Vynnd gives a cocked smile. "Your cousin?" You'll have to tell me later
if I'm making a mistake on that path." He laughs a bit, and says "Ie
Ry," and steps up onto the transporter pad. Fully sure of himself, he
says "Everyone's ready." Rylan nods in agreement.
Rhagarokk grins and says in his most dramatic voice "Excellent. Await my
signal. Com, tell that Destroyer to help if it wants. Aemhig, stay in
contact with the Hydra, and tell them that we're beginning the attack
run. Science, activate Holoemitters. Gonaiih, run the attack plan. Tac,
arm all weapons." Taking a breath, he calls, "Make it so!"
[Time Weapon: Oira]
"Ninte excellency, 14 Klingon ships decloaked off port bow. Heading in
on attack vectors with weapons firing."
"Eliminate them."
Several tense minutes pass for the incursion team as the rocking of the
ship indicates that the battle is on. Then suddenly, the call is given
from the Leih:
"Transporter rooms 1 and 2, deliever the packages!"
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