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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Wed Feb 17, 2016 4:59 am

And Unto the Beach, Part II
Various Locations
Authors:
Portland: Capt. Alenis Meru, Lt Cmdr. Tyrlai Zade, Lt. Jason Beauvoir, Lt. Arthur Reynolds, Petty Officer Zirra Kajat (played by Jason Beauvoir), Lt. (JG) Marcus Kallan
Other: General Mar'dok (played by Sera Williams)


Last time...

Dima nodded in response as she pressed a few buttons on her tricorder, activating a small dampening field. It wasn't quite a personal cloaking device, but it was the next best thing. They would be all but invisible to Borg internal sensors, a vital component to their plan to infiltrate the central plexus and make it to Locasta. "Dampening field activated," she said, "Stick together, and don't attract any attention. As soon as they realize that we're the main threat, this is all over."

Chief Petty Officer M'Jart Artalu S'Rem, Endeavour's Boatswain surveyed her surroundings with senses of a hunter. Her culture was an odd mixture of hunter/gather and Federation level technology. Her planet's Capital was the only scale settlement, with smaller villages scattered throughout its many jungles. She checked her equipment, including her N'Zhara blades, which if all went to plan, she wouldn't have to use. Satisfied that everything was where it should be, she signalled her readiness to move out.

Taking a deep breath and clutching her rifle, Dima led the way, pushing any hint of nervousness out of her head. The future of the Federation was at stake; this was no time to let emotions and weaknesses get in the way of what had to be done.

And now, the continuation...



Bridge, USS Portland

"Increasing power to the impulse drive," Kahnr replied to his superiors, trying to break them free of the tractor beam. The ship shook hard as a rising vibration built up around them, and they started to move again. "We're breaking free. Just a few more seconds-" The Sphere that held them opened fire with their cutting beam, damaging the shields, threatened to punch through and carve a chunk out of their hull. Even as it fired, the high-pitched harmonics of active transporter beams sounded throughout the bridge, and suddenly they were boarded. Kahnr rolled out of his chair as a drone opened fire, turning his seat to slag in an instant.

Tyrlai stepped through the turbolift doors her hand sweeping smoothly in an upward arc cutting one drone out from under is legs and slicing its partner from waist to shoulder. She slammed the hilt into the side of its head, there was a flash and it fell allowing her to step past and avoid the one legged drones tubules.

"Damn," Arthur cursed when the transporter beams slipped through the shields. So this ship's shields still couldn't repel Borg transporters, even after receiving a few upgrades here and there. "So much for Starfleet ingenuity."

As one of the drones approached his station, he stumbled away and grabbed the phaser out of its holster at his side. One shot was all it took, but it wouldn't be long before they adapted. When he found an opportunity amid the chaos, he ran up to his console and checked the internal sensors. "We've got drones beaming in all over the ship! Attempting to compensate!" True to his word, he tried to oscillate the shield frequency, but knew he wouldn't be fast enough to outmatch the Borg. Still, there was a certain random, chaotic tendency to it which could at least buy the ship a few intermittent moments during which the tractor beam would be weaker.

Alenis and Tim fired their phasers at the Borg drones on the bridge, trying their best to cover the bridge crew in between calling out orders. Back to back, they lay down covering fire. "Keep rotating shield frequencies!" called out Alenis as her phaser battery ran dry from all the high-powered shots being fired. Tactical, fire a full spread of torpedoes at the spheres; maybe it will--"

Alenis was stopped in her tracks by a metallic hand gripping her by the arm. She turned towards her attacker, coming face to face with a Borg drone. Trying to push the Borg away with her other hand or trip it with her feet was futile, and a second later, she saw the drone raise her arm, preparing to extend her assimilation tubules. Desperately, she resisted, but the drone was too strong.

Zade ducked under the railing and slashed upwards taking the tubule arm with a flash of her sword. Outside of Klingons she rarely got to use the thing and it was exhilarating. She slashed down taking the second arm off at the elbow, the molecular edged force field that formed the blade of her sword sparkling a vivid burning red with each strike. Spinning back from Alenis she swung hard taking the head of a second drone clean off. Continuing her spin with a gleeful yelp she leapt and planted both boots into the chest of a third drone. It staggered slightly and she bounced off the much heavier Borg and landed flat on her back with a high pitched yelp.

Alenis breathed a sigh of relief as the amputated arm released its grip and fell to her feet, before turning her phaser on one of the remaining drones. "Damn it, where are the Klingons," she muttered.

Before Jason could compliment the Second Officer on her swordmanship, a drone appeared in front of his console. The Chief Science Officer drew a double barreled shotgun from behind his console and fired both barrels into the face, practically obliterating its head. He wiped the blood from his face as the drone hit the deck.

Tyrlai used Jason's console to pull herself back up. Rubbing her aching lower back and wincing. She glanced around and muttered. "Four and a half." She then looked over at Jason with a quizzical expression while shouldering her glowing sword. "Why do you have a shotgun?"

"I watched a holovid of an old Earth film about zombies. These beings were animated corpses and therefore bore a resemblance to Borg Drones. Shotguns appeared to be effective in combating zombies, so I figured they would also be effective against Borg. I was correct." Jason replied.

"Non-regulation weaponry on the bridge," mused Alenis, looking around at what was left of the Borg. "Normally that's a violation of Starfleet regulations, but I'll let it slide."

"Merci, mon Capitaine." Jason said.

Tyrlai flicked her wrist and the level two forcefield that covered the edge of her sword shimmered and vanished. "Just this once, mister." She pointed an accusatory finger at the Vulcan. There was also a smirk, thrown in for his Human side.

Jason just raised a knowing eyebrow at the Trill Second Officer.

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Bridge, IKR Grethor

The General's bat'leth crashed through the eye implant and cut through a few circuits as the drone in front of him began convulsing as it fell to the floor of the bridge. He looked around to see that his bridge crew had similar success in dealing with the invaders. Giving a full belly laugh at how pathetic the resistance had been, he congratulated the crew on the victory. He then pressed the comm unit on his chair's arm, "All ships, form up on the Portland. Clear out the spheres and scout ships."

He sat back in his chair, and looked through the attack periscope. The Borg Central Plexus lay just in front of them. It wouldn't be long before the Borg Unicomplex went up in a blast that would, no doubt, be seen in Sto-Vo-Kor! The bridge of the Grethor erupted into song as it began the attack run that would open the door for the Portland to do it's duty.

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Main Computer Core, USS Portland

Zirra had been put in charge a small unit of Enlisted Security guarding the Main Computer Core. Three drones materialised in the corridor. The first one was downed by one of the Security team’s phasers. The second was hit in the shoulder, it temporarily lost its footing, but kept coming. The Borg adapted and the phasers were useless.

As it closed the distance the crewmen drew bladed weapons or used their rifles as clubs.
The Borg drones threw them into bulkheads.

The Gorn stepped forward. Grabbing the nearest drone and pulled it close to her. She held arm and the other shoulder as she opened her mouth wide, before bring the full force of her jaws on its neck and ripping the head from its shoulders. The whole attack took a matter of seconds.

The final Drone was disabled by an EMP grenade.

Black viscous liquid dripping from her lips, Zirra said. “Stay alert, there will be others.”

*************************************

Cybernetics Lab, USS Portland

Constructed in the final hours before the assault, the hodge-podge of cross-linked technologies across three decades of cybernetics and artificial intelligence studies that were originally in Marcus Kallan's office were now in this room.

"All right," Marcus said, slapping his hands together and rubbing them. "Computer, begin sequence Crypoborg Alpha-One."

As the machines flashed and sputtered to life, joined by glittering ODN conduit, their beeping and whirring almost sounded musical. Marcus closed his eyes, allowing himself one moment of respite as the algorithms derived by the joint task force's brightest minds began compiling and throwing kiloquads of confusion into the Borg subconscious. His mind drifted to when he and Nikki were last together, and the awkwardness on the holodeck.

He sighed.

To be continued...
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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Wed Feb 17, 2016 5:06 am

And Unto the Beach, Part III
Various Locations
Authors:
Endeavour: Cmdr. Marcus Byrne, Lt. Cmdr. Eahar R'Soll, Lt. Miracle Swiftpaws, Lt. (JG) Zhuang Fotu
Other: Gul Jatok (played by Alenis Meru)


Last time...

"All right," Marcus said, slapping his hands together and rubbing them. "Computer, begin sequence Crypoborg Alpha-One."

As the machines flashed and sputtered to life, joined by glittering ODN conduit, their beeping and whirring almost sounded musical. Marcus closed his eyes, allowing himself one moment of respite as the algorithms derived by the joint task force's brightest minds began compiling and throwing kiloquads of confusion into the Borg subconscious. His mind drifted to when he and Nikki were last together, and the awkwardness on the holodeck.

He sighed.

And now, the continuation...


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Bridge, CDS Galandar

Barking out orders, Gul Jatok stared up at his screen, completely focused on the tactical situation. Covering the Endeavour's assault, the Cardassian fleet was engaging the Borg defenders. They just had to keep the Endeavour alive so that it could deliver its boarding parties and recover the queen.

"Port shields at 46 percent," called out a female Glinn at the tactical station.

"Reroute power to compensate," replied Gul Jatok. "Flight control, maneuver to protect our left flank."

The Glinn at tactical pressed a few buttons on her console and then let out a gasp. "Tactical cube approaching, 287 mark 12!"

"On screen!" Gul Jatok stared up at the cube. He knew that a Borg tactical cube would make short work of the Endeavour, and that if it did so, all would be lost. The Federation ships were doing well enough at protecting the Endeavour, and looking down at a tactical status, he knew that they had one chance to save the whole operation.

"Glinn Kotara, signal the Cardassian fleet. Tell them to break off and engage the tactical cube. Flight control, prepare an attack vector"

"Gul Jatok, engaging a tactical cube is suicide!" protested his flight control officer.

Most Guls would have officers removed at the slightest sign of insubordination, but Jatok didn't have the time and he needed his flight control officer. "Then," he said, in a deathly serious tone, "as the Klingons say, it is a good day to die."

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Bridge, USS Endeavour

Eahar stared down at the tactical overlay on his screen, seeing movement among the Cardassians. "Sir, the Cardassians are breaking off the attack," he said, the annoyance easily detectable in his voice. "Where the hell are they going?"

Marcus gritted his teeth as he heard the news about the Cardassian ships breaking off, "Should've known, getting them here was too easy." Nodding his head back toward Tactical, he added, Lt. Zhaung, report on their heading."

"Cardassian ships are heading 1-3-5 mark 3-5-2. It appears they are withdrawing," Fotu reported, frowning in disappointment as he worked his scans. Another signal crossed his board. "Sir, the Portland is caught in a Borg tractor beam and is being boarded."

Miracle was moving the Endeavour to put the Complex between the Borg Cube and them, "Borg Cube appeared on extreme range of flight scanners, Commander," Speaking same as before as her hands flew across the helm console. "Which iz not very far in this Nebula. A few thousand klicks at best."

"Are they moving to engage?" asked Eahar, raising an eyebrow. After how reluctant the Cardassians were to commit any forces at all to this attack, he was surprised to see them taking on such a dangerous role. "They were covering our left flank; Captain, I suggest diverting some forces from our right flank to compensate and increasing power to our shields."

By now, Marcus sat on the edge of the Endeavour's center chair. As much as he wanted to capture the former Captain, he knew that the fate of the Federation sat with the Portland. He looked at the streaming battle data and ship status on his own display console. "Make it so, fortify our left flank. Fotu, would an attack run still keep us within transporter range of the away team?"

"Yes, but only just," Fotu replied, already reconfiguring his tracking sensors to give them the maximum amount of accuracy at this range. "Shield and weapons ready."

"Do what you can, but keep us within transporter range," the Commander ordered both Fotu and Miracle. In his mind, he tried to visualize how far along the away team was in their task and calculate their needed time. He didn't want to leave anyone behind, but if the Portland had to detonate the Dark Energy Core, a few lives weren't worth the entire ship. He gave Eahar a look that said that this operation would be cutting it close.

Miracle flew in arc that at the Apex put them in well within the striking distance of the Borg Cube with the Endeavour canted just right to bring maximum array of weapons to bear on the Borg Cube. "Five minutes to download maximum fire power," She sang out to Fotu, even slowing the Endeavour down to give him a very stable firing platform to bring maximum firepower upon the Cube.

A full spread of photon torpedoes streaked out from the Endeavour, only a few bright red twinkling stars missing their target. Phaser fire proved to be ineffectual at this range. "Minimal damage, but we are drawing attention to ourselves," Fotu reported.

After the barrage from the Endeavour, Miracle scooted the Endeavour back to place the Complex between them and the Borg Cube and within transporter range of the Away Team. Allowing Fotu get off several aft torpedo shots as she made the Endeavour duck into the Tinker-toy like Borg Complex making her a very hard target to get to. And well within Transporter range of the Endeavour's Away Team.

To be continued...
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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Wed Feb 17, 2016 5:12 am

And Unto the Beach, Part IV
Various Locations
Authors:
Portland" Capt. Alenis Meru, Cmdr. Timothy Rouse, Lt. Cmdr. Tyrlai Zade, Lt, Jason Beauvoir, Lt. Arthur Reynolds, Lt. (JG) Sera Williams, Ensign Ronald Roberts, Ensign Malbi tai-Konjah, Petty Officer Ferguson (played by Jason Beauvoir), Ens. Nikki Barclay (played by Alenis Meru), Cmdr. Shras th'Karath (played by Alenis Meru)
Other: General Mar'dok (played by Sera Williams)


Last time...

A full spread of photon torpedoes streaked out from the Endeavour, only a few bright red twinkling stars missing their target. Phaser fire proved to be ineffectual at this range. "Minimal damage, but we are drawing attention to ourselves," Fotu reported.

After the barrage from the Endeavour, Miracle scooted the Endeavour back to place the Complex between them and the Borg Cube and within transporter range of the Away Team. Allowing Fotu get off several aft torpedo shots as she made the Endeavour duck into the Tinker-toy like Borg Complex making her a very hard target to get to. And well within Transporter range of the Endeavour's Away Team.

And now, the continuation...



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Engineering, USS Portland

Engineering was a chaotic scene; as the engineers scrambled to give the bridge as much power as they could to try to get away, security officers engaged Borg boarding parties. Ensign Nikki Barclay hid behind a console, peeking up just enough to manipulate the controls and keep the power distribution as optimal as possible. After ducking to avoid some crossfire, when she looked up, she saw a horrible sight. A Borg drone, with his assimilation tubules planted in a console. But not just any console; it was the console which controlled the dark energy reactor ejection system that she had just installed.

With all the security officers engaged, Nikki realized that it was up to her to save the ship. She reached towards a plasma cutter that was lying on the floor, hoping it had some gas remaining. As she activated it, her adrenaline took over. Standing up, she let out a scream; a war cry that was heard throughout engineering and that a Klingon would be proud of. Bolting towards the drone, she cranked the plasma cutter's beam up to maximum and brought it down on the neck of the drone.

Swinging the cutter back and forth, Nikki made short work of the drone. As its head rolled across the floor of engineering, Nikki breathed a sigh of relief. But her relief was short-lived as she saw a warning appear on the half-assimilated console.

"Dark Matter Ejection System offline"

"No..." she gasped, as she frantically tried to operate the half of the console that was still controllable. But it was to no avail.

Ferguson moaned as he shook his head to clear it as he pulled himself off the deck. A Borg’s swinging arm had sent him crashing into a bulkhead.
The alarm blared in his ears. Seeing Nikki he asked. “What’s going on, Las, it sounds like all Hell’s breaking loose.”

"The ejection system," cried Nikki, helplessly beating on the console, "it's broken... we can't eject the reactor."

Sera swung a curved pipe that had broken off during the current Borg battle at the attacking drone, crumpling it to the floor. "What's wrong with the ejector, Ensign?" Sera asked as she quickly jumped toward the ejection console. The Dark Energy reactor had already began it's overpower sequence. There wasn't much time before they needed to get it out of the Portland before containment degraded to a point where space and subspace would destabilize into a very big problem.

“The conducting rails for the ejection tube aren't operational!” Ron had noticed it about a minute ago during the attack and was already frantically in the process of trying to fix it. Hearing that time was running out certainly wasn't helping his composure. “If we don't get them running we're going to have to fire the core's thrusters from inside engineering and there's no way in hell we're going to want to be around for that mess!”

Malbi had been fighting several of the Borg hand-to-hand, as her phaser had been rendered useless early in the battle. She was armed with a metal pipe of some sort, using it to bash in every Borg head she saw. As she neared the group of engineers, she overheard their distress and spoke up. "Then I suppose you'd better fix it," she stated as she impaled one of her attackers. She turned to make eye contact with the ensign, "If you lead the way, I'll guard your back."

While Malbi covered her and Ron, Nikki frantically tried to reset the conducting rails on the system, but to no avail. "It's no good," she cried, after a few moments of looking at diagnostics. "Signal the bridge," she said, crumpling to the floor, "tell them the ejection system is offline."

Malbi hesitated to tap her commbadge, "Are you sure there is nothing more we can do? Quickly find a way to replicate replacement parts? Was there no backup system or alternative way of ejecting the dark matter?" It may have been her Klingon stubbornness, but she wasn't prepared to give up this easily.

“Well I have no idea if the fields would hold for long enough,” Ron started in a tone that seemed to suggest that what was to follow was not a terribly good suggestion at all. “But if we can throw up the containment fields around the dark matter reactor we could fire the thrusters here in engineering. I just can't promise there will be an engineering in the aftermath if that field does not hold!”

"Sounds grand to me, Sir." Ferguson said. "I wasn't planing on living forever anyway."

Malbi nodded, "Today is a good day to die."

"Not a good idea," Sera called out from her position at the Dark Energy Reactor's control panel. Her voice sounded as disappointed as the rest of them were sure to feel. "If it were the Warp Core, I'd say go for it. With all of the thruster exhaust and expended energy when this thing leaves, it will breach the Core no matter how many containment fields we put up. Also, the problem is with the clamps, they aren't releasing. We'd rip the ship in half"

Nikki collapsed against the wall and let out a deep sigh. So this was it. She tried to remain strong, knowing that these were her last few minutes. As she looked up at Sera, a hint of a smile appeared on her face. If she was going to die here and now, she couldn't think of anyone she would rather spend her last moments with.

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Bridge, USS Portland

Shras stood up from the console that he was hiding behind and sighed heavily. The Borg had seemed to take a keen interest in him, and it was only by the skin of his teeth and the hand-to-hand combat skills of some of the other bridge crew that saved him from being assimilated. "Captain, we have a problem. The reactor ejection system has been damaged by the Borg. There's no way to eject the reactor. We have to abort the attack."

"Belay that," replied Alenis, with a wave of her hand. She took a deep breath; she knew what order she had to give. It was one that no commanding officer wanted to give, but the stakes were too high to even hesitate. "Flight Control, set course for the transwarp gate. I want us inside that conduit the millisecond it opens."

"Captain," protested Shras, his eyes wide-eyed, "you're not--"

"I am," replied Alenis in a firm tone.

"You'll kill us all!"

"I've been dead before," countered Alenis. She took a deep breath and stared up at the screen. "We're Starfleet officers," she added, for good measure, "and we all know what has to be done. I suggest you all do what you can to make peace with it while you can, and know that your sacrifice will save billions." The Portland rocked, hit with a plasma beam from the Borg sphere. "Hail Mar'dok. Tell him to cover us. We're going in."

Arthur briefly hesitated, if only because of Alenis' statement, but ultimately followed through in hailing the Klingon ship. "Message sent, captain."

"Good." Alenis paused for a moment and took a deep breath before pressing a button on her chair to activate the ship-wide intercom. "Attention all crew," she said in a firm tone, "the delivery system for the dark energy reactor has malfunctioned. I have ordered this ship to set course for the transwarp gate; we will be the delivery system." She paused for a moment to let that sink in. "All non-essential personnel, head for the nearest escape pod. To all my crew, it was an honour serving with you. May the prophets bless us on our final journey."

Tyrlai shouldered her sword and headed for the turbolift.

Alenis exhaled and placed a hand on Timothy's hand. "Go," she said, looking into his eyes. It wasn't an order, though she could make it one. It was more of a plea. "Take Ellen. Andy is going to need a father."

Tim looked around the bridge before turning his gaze to Meru. He was in doubt. He had a duty to Meru, but he had a even bigger duty to Ellen and his about-to-be-born little boy. He stood up and turned to her. "You get yourself out of there in time, do you hear me! I don't want to loose my best friend again. Once has been more then enough!"

"Someone has to see this through, and the captain has to go down with the ship," replied Alenis in a firm tone. She looked up at Tim and placed a hand on his. "Don't make me make this an order," she said, not wanting to ruin her final goodbye to her friend. "The prophets willing, we shall meet again."

Tim nodded and walked to the door as fast as he could without actually running. He stepped in the turbolift and turned around to look at the bridge one more time.

"We're on target for the transwarp gateway, Captain," Kahnr said, for once sounding subdued. The young man hadn't hesitated long when following the order that would lead them towards their destruction. "ETA is two minutes...mark." He kept his eyes on the screen and his controls, not letting himself look around, fighting against the sweeping fear throughout the ship that assailed his senses. He'd known, signing up for Starfleet, that someday he might be called on to make this sort of sacrifice. "I just never thought it would be so soon," Kahnr muttered.

Jason stood at his station, empty shotgun at his feet. He'd faced death before, several times. The Chief Science Officer figured he should something profound and although he was well read and knew countless languages, nothing would come to mind, so he faced his demise in silence.

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Bridge, IKS Grethor

"General, the Portland sends her regards. They are having problems and are going to ram into the Borg station," the tactical officer stated. The General nodded his head solemnly, the ship's Captain had shown herself to be worthy though he wouldn't miss it's First Officer in the slightest. "Patch me through," he commanded.

Once he got the confirmation, Mar'dok began, "Captain, may Sto-Vo-Kor's gate open for you and your crew. We'll keep the metal heads off you to the last."

"And may the prophets smile on you, General," replied the female voice on the other end. "Q'apla!"

With a smile that only a Klingon who was in a battle with the odds stacked against him could give, General Mar'dock commanded, "All Klingon ships, keep the abominations off of the Portland. A hundred barrels of Blood Wine to ship that does the most damage!"

With that, the nebula was lit up with the reds and greens of Klingon disruptors and torpedoes clearing the way for the Portland's final run.

To be continued...
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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Fri Mar 11, 2016 3:54 am

And Unto the Beach, Part V
Below Decks, USS Portland
Authors:
Portland: Gregory Paladin and Tyrlai Zade

Last time...

With a smile that only a Klingon who was in a battle with the odds stacked against him could give, General Mar'dock commanded, "All Klingon ships, keep the abominations off of the Portland. A hundred barrels of Blood Wine to ship that does the most damage!"

With that, the nebula was lit up with the reds and greens of Klingon disruptors and torpedoes clearing the way for the Portland's final run.

And now, the continuation...


USS Portland; Below Decks

The Chief of the Boat was running like a chicken with his head cut off. Two other enlisted and himself - the two enlisted some crewman security specialists - had been on their way to bolster the waning areas of the engineering decks. That was when the group of three drones had ambushed them, rather suddenly. Gregory had placed himself before the assaulting drones, only to be picked up by one and thrown into the nearest bulkhead. He cracked his jaw, and felt a few more bones snap in the process, all before he had managed to recover enough to watch as one of his enlisted fell, taking a drone out in the process.

The scene was gruesome, to say the least. The crewman had fired his phaser in time, only to be flung into the wall before the first drone somehow overloaded from its prior phaser strike. It would crumble in a heap, shaking as if it had short circuited. Gregory watched as the crewman fell, eyes wide in the deepest emotion. He had try to call out, but all that emitted from his mouth was a mush of words; his jaw temporarily useless due to the pain.

He had stood then, despite that pain, and attempted to use his phaser. It took down the second drone - surprisingly - leaving a final one that the last crewman and himself had to deal with. He had managed to cry out to the remaining security specialist in warning, ignoring his jaw pain. The creman ducked in time to a swing by the final drone; a phaser strike by both the MCPO and the crewman now ineffective due to adaptive shielding. Gregory looked for alternatives, and, seeing a broken pipe on the floor proceeded to pick it up. It had once held circuitry, running inside the bulkheads, but now would serve another purpose.

He rushed the drone as it was momentarily distracted by the crewman. He'd not see another one of his men fall this day, not in front of him, not because of inaction. He let loose a roar, primal and full of hatred, as he swung the pipe. The amount of forced used stunned the drone for a second, and seeing a shimmer around it, the crewman took the initiative to try the phaser - it worked. The drone fell, dead, and after Gregory checked the lifesigns of the fallen crewman - none - he nodded to the remaining. "Ge-"

The signal to abandon ship had gone off then, interrupting Gregory's attempt at giving an order. There was a silent, understanding gaze between the crewman and the MCPO. They both nodded to each other and, after the crewman ran to assist with the evacuation, Gregory slumped against the bulkhead. He was in pain. He had scene several situations of loss of personnel on this day; the crewman fell by the Borg, more on the ground dead or dying from console explosions or worse, and two whom had lost their lives trying to save others as pieces of bulkheads and walls crushed them. Somehow, Gregory still lived. Sucking up the pain - he was bleeding now, he felt the warm liquid flow down his neck - he stood and proceeded to assist in his new directive.

As Gregory shuffled towards the door a cabin door slid open behind him and a young, coltish Trill girl with long dark hair and ice blue eyes whispered to him, waving him over.. "Psst, not that way. Over here, in here."

Gregory had, by now, a blurry line of sight. The blood loss was significant. Do when the younger trill appeared, he nearly stumbled, grabbing his side pathetically as he attempted to quickly ascertain who it was. Though, with little time, he refused to hesitate long. A few quick stumbles later, he followed the voice into the cabin.

She looked a little wide eyed at his wound and motioned for the nurse to come over. There were four other people hiding in the girls room. "We will get you stabilized. Then we can get you all to an escape pod." A pair of feline looking alien monkeys ran up either side of the girl and perched on her shoulders, head and eyes darting about as if they were looking through the walls for threats.

Outside the lift doors Gregory had been heading towards opened and a pair of metallic footfalls proceeded down the corridor just outside the room. Novia looked at the MCPO and held her finger over her lips.

"Shhhhh,..."

It was comical, to say the least. In waning consciousness, having someone gesture silence unto him, as he struggled with pain in his jaw that prevented him from speaking. Then again, he could still groan in pain, something he hadn't done yet. He nodded simply to her, eyes fluttering occasionally as he tried his hardest to remain awake. There was very little else that could be done. The Master Chief was at the mercy of this young Trill; fear struck him then, at this prospect. A natural death was welcome, capture by the Borg was not.

But it was going to be okay. It was, wasn't it? Surely...surely it would be.

His vision blurred completely, and, he saw pure white. For a moment, he believed he could hear the sounds of long-lost relatives, children of the family whom had yet to make it to adulthood, and great grandparents with words of wisdom. There was something ahead of him, some type of pasture and plain, and there was a man that looked awfully like the crewman that di-...

Gregory fully passed out, then. The blood loss significant. He wasn't dead, yet, but with the proper medical care in a pinch he could be brought back.

To be continued...
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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Fri Mar 11, 2016 4:03 am

And Unto the Beach, Part VI
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Portland: Lt. (JG) Marcus Kallan, Cmdr. Timothy Rouse, Nurse Ellen Washington (played by Timothy Rouse), Nurse Maria Hill (played by Alenis Meru), Ensign Ash Sullivan

Last time...

His vision blurred completely, and, he saw pure white. For a moment, he believed he could hear the sounds of long-lost relatives, children of the family whom had yet to make it to adulthood, and great grandparents with words of wisdom. There was something ahead of him, some type of pasture and plain, and there was a man that looked awfully like the crewman that di-...

Gregory fully passed out, then. The blood loss significant. He wasn't dead, yet, but with the proper medical care in a pinch he could be brought back.

And now, the continuation...


Cybernetics Lab, USS Portland

As the last trio of Borg burst through the reinforced lab doors, Marcus Kallan turned to face them stoicly, surrounded by his own machines. The three drones staggered forward, one of which had an arm hanging uselessly at the shoulder, held on only by cabling and tubes. This did not diminish their destructive power, however, as their green plasma shots rang out and destroyed console after console, showering the room in white and yellow sparks.

"Come on in, gentlemen," Marcus offered.

As one drone reached Marcus, it reached out to grab his shoulder, assimilation tubules already emerging. "Resistance is futile," it intoned in its duo-toned, oscillating voice.

Yet it found no purchase. It flailed twice through the holographic image of Marcus. Yet, despite his ruse working, there was no triumphant grin on his face; only hatred.

"For you," holographic Marcus whispered.

The lab -- or, the holographic representation of the lab -- exploded in a shower of more sparks as carefully-tuned EMP generators overloaded every electronic system within. The Borg shuddered and stuttered, and fell to the ground dying as their cybernetics failed. Marcus reached over and touched a panel that had already been destroyed by the invasion, and yet still a shimmering of Starfleet transporters enhanced with the green swirls of Borg technology dematerialized choice parts from the three drones.

Then everything went dark.

In the real cybernetics lab, Marcus tapped his combadge as the neural processors materialized on his work table. =/\= "Kallan to team. I'm proceeding with signals intelligence. We'll be ready for our guest, should she choose to be cooperative."


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Escape Pods, USS Portland

With the evacuation underway Sullivan moved to his nearest bank of escape pods to ensure everyone got away safely. With drones still aboard it was dangerous to be running panicked through the corridors of the ship. He inspected all of the pods to ensure they were safe to fly and then began directing staff into them, ensuring they were filled properly. For some in his position it might have been tempting to board one of the escape pods, preferring to face court martial over almost certain death. For Ash the thought never crossed his mind. Even if he had only been aboard a short amount of time, he was dedicated to Star Fleet. It was all he had and if his death could contribute to saving billions in the alpha quadrant then he was happy to stay.

"Ensign" called out Maria, pushing Ellen on a stretcher towards the escape pods as fast as she could. Ellen was fully dilated and the contractions were getting closer and closer together, which meant the baby would come any moment now. She just hoped that she could get Ellen onto an escape pod in time to not only escape the assured destruction of the Portland, but to allow Brad to deliver the baby. "Help me get her into the pod!"

"I can't take it anymore!" Ellen yelled. "I need to push!" She wanted to ask about Tim, but didn't. Not wanting to hear any eventual bad news now.

Ash took a quick look down the corridor to ensure it was clear before he ran towards the two women. "Here this pod's empty. You'll have plenty of space but the stretcher won't fit." He said indicating the furthest most escape pod. The Portland was rocked by fire from outside and the corridor trembled suddenly. Ash could hear the sound of a transporter nearby and saw down the corridor two drones materialise. Not wanting to worry the pregnant officer Ash didn't mention the Borg drones behind them. He simply locked eyes with Maria so she could see the urgency in his face. "Let's make this quick. Is it safe to lift her?"

"Of course it's safe to lift me." Ellen snapped. "I'm in labor, not sick!"

"Just be careful," replied Maria, "especially with her legs."

Carefully, and trying to maintain Ellen's dignity Ash scooped her up in his arms and moved as quickly as he could to the escape pod. "You're going to be fine ma'am." He said with a smile trying to be reassuring, all the while looking back at the slowly advancing drones. He set her down gently in her seat then turned to the nurse. "Do you have a scalpel in your medkit that you won't need?" He asked urgently knowing the Borg had by now almost certainly adapted to his phaser fire.

Arriving at the Escape Pods Tim saw the two drones standing between him and his destination and yelled to the Ensign. "Get them inside, I'll take care of them." He unholstered the gun he had quickly taken from his office, having a feeling that it might be handy with the Borg. He aimed the gun he got from his father in law and fired two old fashioned bullets into each of the drones heads. "Assimilate that" he couldn't resist saying as he saw both of the drones fall to the ground. He quickly rushed to the pods. "Ell? Are you ok?" He said after kneeling beside her. Looking around him he asked. "Where is the doc?"

Ash was visibly impressed by the XO's actions and this was likely evident by the stunned look on his face. "Forget the scalpel." He said simply as he stepped back out of the escape pod. He offered a sharp salute to the XO who he hadn't formally met yet. "Sir. This is the last pod to be filled up in this bank. Once all pods are full here I'll engage the launch sequence." It was a rarely spoken rule that all pods launched in groups as it increased the likelihood of some people escaping. Though that wasn't what the people on these pods needed to hear right now. "I take it your waiting on the doctor?"

"He's right here," replied Maria, motioning towards an out-of-breath Dr. Silverton who had lagged a little behind. "Brad, Tim, get in here, Ellen needs you!"

And with that Tim took one look in the hallway before stepping in the escape pod. "Doctor, you take care of Ellen and I'll get us out of here." He stepped to the control panel next to the entrance and closed the hatch. He glanched at the others. This was so not how he envisioned his son to be born. At least they were safe. Due to all the chaos he hadn't found time to contact Judith or see where she was. She prayed to God that she was in one of the escape pods as well. But knowing his sister he knew almost certain that she was still on the ship.

With all of the escape pods loaded and full, Ash entered the command for them to launch and watched as the last way off this most likely doomed ship floated away into space. The realisation hit him at that moment that this was likely to be his last mission. He was almost certainly going to die, he knew for a fact he wasn't going to let himself be taken by the Borg. As he headed over to the drones that Commander Rouse had so effectively decommissioned he tapped his comm badge, "Computer locate the nearest drone boarding party to my location." He said as he pried the Borg plasma weapon from the dead drone's arm. If he was going down, he was taking some drones with him.

After the escape pods release Tim walked over to Ellen and knelled beside her head and whispered. "It's going to be ok, sweatheart."

To be continued...
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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Fri Mar 11, 2016 4:11 am

And Unto the Beach, Part VII
Various Locations
Authors:
Portland: Lt. (JG) Tolaran Kian, Captain Alenis Meru
Endeavour: Mercy Ryan, Dima Reda, Rebecca McKinnon, M'Jart S'Rem, Yvette Beauvoir
Other: Captain T'Lisa Anderson and the crew of the Canterbury


Last time...

With all of the escape pods loaded and full, Ash entered the command for them to launch and watched as the last way off this most likely doomed ship floated away into space. The realisation hit him at that moment that this was likely to be his last mission. He was almost certainly going to die, he knew for a fact he wasn't going to let himself be taken by the Borg. As he headed over to the drones that Commander Rouse had so effectively decommissioned he tapped his comm badge, "Computer locate the nearest drone boarding party to my location." He said as he pried the Borg plasma weapon from the dead drone's arm. If he was going down, he was taking some drones with him.

After the escape pods release Tim walked over to Ellen and knelled beside her head and whispered. "It's going to be ok, sweatheart."

And now, the continuation...


Borg Unicomplex

Former Marine Mercy Ryan of the USS Endeavour had been assigned to one of the Klingon distraction teams. Her team members had given disparaging looks and taunted her. She couldn't blame them after all she was a short, weak, human female. Their assessment of her changed for the better when she dispatched a Borg Drone with a single explosive round.

"Come on, Little Warrior." Said the Klingon in charge. "Let's annoy these metal heads like a swam of glob flies."

Mercy smiled and followed the Klingons down the corridor.

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Bridge, USS Canterbury

"Captain the Galandar has broken formation." Commander Drusa reported from the Tactical console.

"Strange, I did not think Gul Jatok a coward." Commander Gar’Rel, the Security Chief responded as he stood over the remains of a Borg Drone.

"Let us not make hasty judgements, Commander contact, the Galandar, I want to hear from the horse's mouth." Captain Anderson ordered.

"Aye, Captain, hailing them now." Drusa replied.

The image of the Galandar's bridge appeared on the main viewscreen of the Canterbury. The Galandar's bridge shook violently as it filled with smoke. Jatok had a bruise on the side of his forehead, from an impact with a handrail when he was thrown across the bridge. Behind him, a console exploded in a shower of sparks. "Canterbury, this is the Galandar. I'm not sure how much longer we can hold off this cube."

"Hold on, Galandar, we are coming to your aid." Captain Anderson said. Then turning to her own crew, she said. "Helm, plot a course to intercept the Borg Cube that the Galandar is fighting and engage when ready. Tactical prepare the transphasic torpedoes."

"Aye, aye, Captain." They said and did as they were ordered.

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USS Portland, Deck 10

Tolaran wiped the sweat from his brow, his uniform was looking a bit worse for wear as the lighting flickered from the strain on the ship as she came under fire and inside the crew were trying to repel the borg invaders... he'd setup his command post from the amoury on deck 10 and had got as many non-essential crew protected in the school as possible as he'd come across them. The on going fight was starting to take it's toll and his team had lost several members. He leant against the bulkhead as he took a drink of water, "Status report Petty Officer!"

The Petty Officer checked a PADD, his face falling as he read the list of casualties and known fatalities, it could be more. "Sir, we have three known losses, and ten casualties that have meant we've had pull those crew from their teams..." he stated followed by a sigh.

Tolaran nodded. The Borg... well at least he could say his first tour of duty had been an interesting one, albeit a possibly short one. "Just make sure the crew get to the evacuation pods, once they are off then the rest of you get into them too... do you understand?"

The Petty Officer had a confused look on his face "But Sir, what ab..." Tolaran held up a hand "I'll be on the bridge. Don't question me, now go." he watched as his team split off, heading towards points where they were able to get the crew into the escape pods as they escorted them from the school, they had done as well as he could have hoped, Borg bodies lay on the floor here and there with sadly a few of their own too. An image burned into Tolarans mind was seeing a crewmen wearing a science uniform struggle as a Borg probe penetrated his neck, he could tell it was already too late and without thinking he fired on them both... it was something he'd have to deal with if he made it through this which he wasn't expecting anyway.

=/\= Kian to bridge, I'm on my way. Once I arrive my security team will take the final escape pods after making sure they have got everyone possible off the ship. =/\=

=/\=Thank you, Lieutenant,=/\= replied Alenis, in a slightly strained voice. =/\=Make sure as many people get off as possible.=/\=

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Borg Unicomplex

Sneaking through the Borg unicomplex, Dima led the team towards the central plexus, carefully avoiding any of the Borg drones milling about. Feeling the complex shake from the sound of explosions on lower decks, she figured that the demolition teams had been successful in their mission. Swiftly moving towards their target, the team found themselves blocked juts a few dozen metres shy by a force field. "Damn," whispered Dima as she pulled out her tricorder. "We need to find a way around."

In preparation for this mission, M'Jart had studied all sensor and tri-corder scans, that Starfleet had from past interactions with Borg vessels. Looking around her, she finally found what they needed. For want of a better name, it was a maintenance hatch, that covered a maintenance shaft. Removing the hatch, with little difficulty, she used her tri-corder to scan inside. It was clear of Drones and from what she could map, led in the right direction. "Lieutenant, Ensign, I think, I've found a way around the force field." She said.

Dima nodded. "M'Jart, take point. Yvette, take up the rear. Prepare the transport enhancers; I don't want to be hanging around in Locasta's chamber a moment longer than we have to."

Becca pulled the enhancers one at a time and quietly checked the settings. They were ready to be activated with one push of a button.

The SerNumi Boatswain nodded and entered the maintenance shaft. It wasn't well-lit, but the illumination from her tri-corder was enough to light the way.

Dima looked around at her strike force. All of the training Starfleet, or any other military organization for that matter, would never prepare someone to take a leap of faith into the central command structure of a Borg complex with countless drones. Waiting for each member of the team to nod their readiness, she stepped into the tube and ordered, "Let's do this."

As the Security Ensign entered the shaft, Yvette set a trap for any Drone that tried to follow. That done she followed, replacing the hatch behind her.

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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Tue Apr 05, 2016 2:49 am

And Unto the Beach, Part VIII
Various Locations
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Endeavour: Cmdr. Marcus Byrne, Lt. Zhuang Fotu, Lt. Miracle Swiftpaws, Ensign Dima Reda, Lt. (JG) Rebecca McKinnon, Lt. Yvette Beauvoir, CPO M'jart S'rem
Other: Locasta of Borg


Last time...

Dima looked around at her strike force. All of the training Starfleet, or any other military organization for that matter, would never prepare someone to take a leap of faith into the central command structure of a Borg complex with countless drones. Waiting for each member of the team to nod their readiness, she stepped into the tube and ordered, "Let's do this."

As the Security Ensign entered the shaft, Yvette set a trap for any Drone that tried to follow. That done she followed, replacing the hatch behind her.

And now, the continuation...


Bridge, USS Endeavour

The ship was now in the thick of combat. Commander Byrne stayed in his seat as he analyzed the streaming data from the fleet and barked orders about various evasive and attack patterns, always mixing up the strategy and never using the same one twice. This was like a title fight from his academy days, this time it reminded him of his fight against a Vulcan tactical cadet. As a human, Marcus didn't possess the strength to go toe-to-toe with a much stronger Vulcan, but he was able to out imagine his opponent.

With an enemy like the Borg, the fleet stood no chance at trading fire with the much more powerful adversary. They needed to get creative and forget the tenants of a good battle. He looked up at Tactical and said, "Zhuang, attack pattern Omega-Alpha-Two-Byrne"

"Firing." The weapon systems of the Endeavour surged into life, their reverberations sounding in a complicated staccato. Photon torpedoes flew out in a chaotic pattern, with their trajectories and speeds changing on a pre-programmed fractal pattern. They struck seemingly scattered points on their targets, inflicting minimum damage -- but they were a distraction, as precise frequency-rotated phaser fire struck hard. "Direct hits scored, showing considerable damage. That tactic will not work again," Fotu reported.

"Swiftpaws, evasive pattern, I don't know... scamper away." He ordered, hoping that his helms operator would get the picture.

Miracle twisted and maneuvered the Endeavour through the warren of the Borg Complex as Collision warning siren blared of immanent contact with the Borg Complex Passageways and nexus points of the Complex, so that every time the Borg Destructive energy lanced their way, had a chance to hit their own complex, than the Endeavour. They wanted to be the Cat in the Cat-n-Mouse chase, She'll gladly be the Mouse in this chase, letting them be the ones to destroy their own Complex as she dodged and maneuvered within the Labyrinthine ways of open space in the Borg Complex, Letting Fotu use phasers and what ever was at his disposal to cut a path for her and the Endeavour.

Utilizing the twisting, turning piloting done by Miracle, Fotu used the terrain to their advantage, firing volleys at Borg targets and receiving minimal hits in return, as the Borg proved unwilling or unable to damage their own structures. A structure threatened to come free as the Endeavour roared past, and a quick application of the aft tractor beam pulled the chunk free, blocking the pursuit of smaller cube from pursuit.

He tapped the comm control and said, "Byrne to Engineering, vent plasma and anything else that can make us harder to see in this nebula."

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Borg Unicomplex

Dima took a deep breath and held it. Just past this hatch laid their objective, Captain Banninga... and whatever the Borg kept in their command center. She held up a hand and whispered, "This is it. Yvette, S'Rem, you two grab the Captain. I'll lay down covering fire and keep the drones off as long as I can. Grab the Captain and we run back to Bekka."

With her raised hand, Ensign Dima counted down from three, then opened the last hatch. "Go," Dima whispered as she stepped into the command center with her phaser rifle at the ready. She didn't want to fire unless absolutely necessary. They only had about four shots at maximum before the Borg adapted and there was still a small chance that their "cloaking device" was still masking them as a threat.

As her eyes adjusted, Dima could see that what the Borg called "Locasta" was isolated about 15 meters from her position. There were about thirty drones in the room, but if they made it quick, this was definitely possible.

Yvette approached "Locasta" from left while M'Jart approached from the right. As they came within touching distance of the former captain, two Tactical Drones left their positions and headed in the direction of the invaders.

Yvette grabbed on arm of "Locasta"and started to drag her back to where Bekka was waiting. The "Queen" struggled as M'Jart grabbed her other arm.

Dima fired a phaser blast into a conduit next to a few approaching drones, sending them to the ground in a spray of sparks. As she neared her former Captain, the Assistant Chief of Security took a hypospray from her pocket and injected Locasta with whatever sleeping agent the canine doctor had developed. Not seeing an immediate effect, Dima hit the Borg with the end of her rifle in a way that would cause unconsciousness.

A Tactical Drone came too close and M'Jart severed it's reaching hand with her N'Zhara blades. The Drone stared at its wrist as if it wondered where its hand had gone.

"Let's get out of here," Dima called as she made her way back to the tunnel's opening. She tapped her badge to make a clicking noise over the short range communications, hopefully alerting Bekka that they were on their way. Dima waited by the entrance for the other two to make it through with Captain Kate.

Yvette and M'Jart dragged the Borgified Captain back to Lieutenant McKinnon's position.

Ensign Reda did her best attempt at the standard covered retreat. She followed closely to Yvette and M'Jart, always keeping an eye on where they had just been. If non-assimilated beings had one bonus over the Borg, it was agility and speed. The Borg couldn't hope to cover the distance that the away team could, even while carrying an extra person.

As the team reached Bekka, Dima looked at the set up of the transporter enhancers. "Please say we can leave now," Dima said, holding back a level if anxiety. The sooner they were back on a Federation ship, the better in her mind.

Bekka glanced down at her chronometer. "Very good, you've shaved three seconds off our record time in the holodeck," she replied as she activated the transport enhancers.

The Endeavour's transporter beams enveloped the away team, whisking them away from the Borg Complex.

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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Tue Apr 05, 2016 2:52 am

And Unto the Beach, Part IX
Various Locations
Authors:
Portland: Lt. Jason Beauvoir, Ensign Ash Sullivan, Lt. Arthur Reynolds, Capt. Alenis Meru, Lt. (JG) Sera Williams, Ensign Malbi tai-Konjah, Ensign Nikki Barclay

Last time...

As the team reached Bekka, Dima looked at the set up of the transporter enhancers. "Please say we can leave now," Dima said, holding back a level if anxiety. The sooner they were back on a Federation ship, the better in her mind.

Bekka glanced down at her chronometer. "Very good, you've shaved three seconds off our record time in the holodeck," she replied as she activated the transport enhancers.

The Endeavour's transporter beams enveloped the away team, whisking them away from the Borg Complex.

And now, the continuation...


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Bridge, USS Portland

"Tachyon levels are raising to dangerous levels. Tactical, I suggest altering our shield frequencies to compensate." Jason said concentrating on the job at hand.

Ensign Sullivan stepped off the turbo lift and onto the bridge, taking position at the security console which was currently vacant since the evacuation. He checked the status of the ship's escape pods and was pleased to see all had launched successfully and were safely exiting the nebula. The crew manifest indicated all non-essential crew had escaped successfully. He thought about reporting this fact but the tactical officer may have already done so and silence seemed appropriate given the gravity of the situation on the bridge.

"Right," replied Arthur as he put Jason's suggestion to good use. His brief focus on that left him momentarily distracted from the signal indicating the escape pods were launched, but after a few seconds, he verbally notified the captain without a skip in beat. If there was one thing he learned since his days aboard an Orion pirate frigate, it was to focus on the task(s) at hand during an emergency situation. He would have time to ponder the inconsistencies of Borg efficiency later, even though he might find an opportunity in due time to take advantage of them. On the other hand, he wasn't looking forward to a repeat of the "Charge of the Light Brigade"; communication was key, and he would have to play off the Miranda-class vessel's strengths instead of pitting a unit of "light cavalry" against an artillery barrage.

As the Portland approached the transwarp conduit, Alenis sat there, stoically, just staring at the viewscreen. This was it. Light-years away from the prophets, inside a transwarp conduit, facing the Borg. This was where it would all end. Gritting her teeth, she just stared at the viewscreen in anger. In death, she would have her revenge on the Borg. She would sacrifice everything to rain perdition down upon the Borg, that unspeakable evil which caused so much suffering at New Algiers.

Looking around the bridge, at the officers manning their stations, a tear came to her eye. All had done their duty and stood by her, even as she led them into the flames of destruction. And all without objection or question. That was the mark of a true Starfleet officer. Had she had time for one last log, she would recommend them all for the highest honours in the fleet. "Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more..." She took a deep breath. "Activate the dark energy reactor overload sequence."

All this time Ash had viewed this encounter as just another mission, another story to tell his friends around the poker table. It was at this moment that the realisation hit him. He wasn't coming home from this. He was about to lay down his life alongside a crew he'd only just joined for the sake of the entire alpha quadrant and suddenly he felt numb, he didn't know how to feel.

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Main Engineering, USS Portland

With a frustrated growl, Sera pounded her fist against the display screen with a muffled crack. The Chief Engineer lifted up her hand and noticed a small crack in the status report screen. The evacuation orders on loop mixed with the alarm klaxons left the Lieutenant with a sinking feeling of failure.

"Ma'am," Malbi jogged up to the chief engineer, "We need to evacuate." She noticed the chief's slumped shoulders and frustrated demeanor, and felt awful for having to be the one to tear this woman away from her ship, her baby. "You've done the best you can," she added as kindly as a Klingon can.

She appreciated the condolences, but she had lost the Portland. The clamps had not released, which had put the Portland on it's final flight to save the quadrant from the Borg menace. If only she could rip the clamps apart, that would certainly fix things more than a bit. With her mind, she pictured taking a sledgehammer to the stuck clamps. Knowing such thoughts were futile, just like their resistance had been to this point, she turned to the remaining crew. "Get to your escape pods, we've done all that we can." Her voice was that of a person who had lost a world.

"They're all gone," replied Nikki, placing a hand on Sera's shoulder. "It's over."

She gave a last look around Engineering. This was her first stop in a starship and she had just gotten to know the ship and all of her quirks and sounds. Now she was sending the ship to it's doom, but at least it wouldn't wind up forgotten in a junkyard. In an outward display of anger, she kicked a wrench on the ground and let out a loud curse. As if on cue, the sound of metal buckling and ripping sounded four times.

Sera ran to the display and saw that the clamps had just failed to hold together and were now broken hunks of metal. She quickly tapped her combadge, and in a desperate voice called out, "Bridge, this is Engineering, the clamps holding the reactor have just released. We can launch the Dark Reactor when ready!"


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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Tue Apr 05, 2016 2:54 am

And Unto the Beach, Part X
Various Locations
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Endeavour: Lt. Farkas Vanth, Lt. Yvette Beauvoir, Lt. JG Rebecca McKinnon, Ensign Dima Reda
Other: Locasta of Borg


Last time...

She gave a last look around Engineering. This was her first stop in a starship and she had just gotten to know the ship and all of her quirks and sounds. Now she was sending the ship to it's doom, but at least it wouldn't wind up forgotten in a junkyard. In an outward display of anger, she kicked a wrench on the ground and let out a loud curse. As if on cue, the sound of metal buckling and ripping sounded four times.

Sera ran to the display and saw that the clamps had just failed to hold together and were now broken hunks of metal. She quickly tapped her combadge, and in a desperate voice called out, "Bridge, this is Engineering, the clamps holding the reactor have just released. We can launch the Dark Reactor when ready!"

And now, the continuation...


Sickbay, USS Endeavour

Inside sickbay, the away team materialized with their target. Dima breathed a sigh of relief and then tapped her commbadge. "Bridge, this is Ensign Reda. We have Locasta." But as she finished speaking, she glanced over and saw the knocked out Locasta stir to life.

"Resistance is futile," uttered Locasta angrily as she wrestled one arm free of Yvette's grasp. Grabbing M'Jart by the throat with that arm, she held out her other and extended her assimilation tubules.

Not knowing if her phaser rifle had been deactivated by the transporter, Dima quickly jabbed the butt end of the rifle into Locasta's face. It was sure to get her a nasty look from one of the doctors, but it was better to have only one Borg aboard. The shot was only intended to stun, maybe knock her out. "Sorry Captain," she muttered, taking a look at M'Jart to check on the crewman.

Dr. Vanth had been standing by, ready to step in at a moment's notice, but the security officers' reactions had been too sudden even for hir. With the female Borg stunned from the blow, the Caninoid doctor maneuvered in with a hypospray, and sedated the one called Locasta.

Meanwhile, Petasher went to M'Jart to free her neck from the Borg's grasp and check on her. "Are you alright?" the Hermat asked.

M'Jart took in a large gulp of air. "Thanks to you and Ensign Reda, I will be fine." She said as her skin took on a more relaxed hue.

Bekka watched as M'Jart recovered and then wheeled her contraption closer. She had a pair of data cores attached to a null box. Not only was it cut off from the ships comm network but the physical components that would allow the interface had been stripped out. What it did contain was a giant fractal data trap that would hopefully lead the Borg processors on an hours long chase for a live data source that wasn't actually there. She reached over to Locasta and placed a pair of receivers at her temples and then stepped back and tapped her commbadge.

"Computer, erect a level six subspace and EM barrier per specifications in file Mckinnon Borg oh one." She then turned to the others and held out her hand. "I need everyone's commbadges. We can't leave any way to link through the barrier."

Dima took a look at what used to be Kate behind the forcefield barrier. The slight shimmer to the air that separated them gave the Assistant Chief of Security relax a bit easier. Dime plucked the commbadge off her uniform and handed it to Bekka. Knowing what she knew about the Borg, she wasn't going to let Locasta take control of the ship.

While Vanth observed as the Operations Chief went to work, s/he leaned over to Petasher 253 and dismissed them. Vanth didn't want to needlessly expose any of hir staff members to Locasta if they didn't need to be there. S/he went on to try and recall everything s/he had read about The 'D's encounters with the Borg, and the Voyager's as well as others. Upon hearing McKinnon's request for hir commbadge, s/he wasn't clear on why, but s/he immediately complied, and handed it over.

Becca gathered the other badges and walked through the shimmering barrier to place them on a console at the far end of sickbay. She then walked in and looked at the Doctor. "Whenever you are ready. She's not likely to get any more cooperative than this until we get some of the circuitry out."

Vanth got started in much the same fashion as other doctors had before hir. Some of the easiest components to remove were ones that weren't attached to vital organs, but s/he needed to be able to see inside to be sure. "Would it be safe enough for me to have a medical tricorder?"

Yvette stood out of the way of those working on Locasta but kept her rifle trained on the unconscious Borg Queen.

Becca walked through the shimmering field once more and over to a tricorder. She popped the panel on the back and carefully staring into the casing pressed the point of a laser scalpel against a pair of crystalline broadcast nodes. Primary and backup fused, she closed the case and turned it on, walking back to where Vanth stood. She handed him the tricorder. "Here you go, Doctor. Ignore the flashing red light there."

"What flashing red..." Vanth looked at it. "Oh... you mean I'm not going to be able to have full access to all it's functions..." Hir ears drooped, "I guess I can get by without those that need to access the database. At least I still have x-ray and MRI functions and such."

"Yes, it will do anything it can norlmally do, it just won't be able to upload it to the other displays." Becca said smiling, as if the information was very helpful.

Vanth began hir scans. S/he saw the implants at the end of Locasta's left upper appendage had a sort of multi-purpose tool with menacing looking attachments on it. "Well we should be able to get rid of this menacing looking thing with no problem." With a twist it released, then Farkas followed a cable to where it was plugged into a power source on the outside of the borg armor. S/he handed it to handed it to Bekka. "Perhaps you can learn something from that."

Becca took the device and looked at it for a few moments and then took it over to a nearby table and set it down and erected a force field around it.

S/he continued, soon finding a release for the whole arm mechanism. Pressing it, several hook-like clamps released Locasta's flesh. "Hmm... now, if I... just..." s/he hefted the long forearm Borg attachment. Sliding it gently of of their former Alpha's limb trying to be careful in case there were any other attachments. S/he noticed several gyros and servers powering down as s/he pulled and twisted, revealing Kate had no hand, only about half of hir actual forearm left, and the end of the stump had diodes, and plugs in the end of it, as well as random green and red blinkies. Vanth frowned, unsure what to say.

Dima looked over the doctor's shoulder to get a better look, even though she was standing a few feet behind the doctor with containment field energized between them. She had never seen what the assimilation process actually did to the drones outside of her studies at the Academy.

Once the multi-tool attachment on the end of the attachment was released Vanth was able to better examine the housing assembly. "Hmmm..." S/he looked at hir tricorder, and back at the housing. "Suggestions as to how to tackle getting this off?"

Vanth seemed to be looking at her so Becca shrugged. "I'm a communications specialist. I would suggest removing it?"

Vanth continued the operation. S/he soon was able to remove the whole cybernetic sleeve over the captain's arm. S/he looked at everyone as if to say 'here goes nothing,' and began to lift it off slowly. Once it was clear, s/he handed it to the security officer, "I'm sure, you may want to study this."


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Re: Mission Six: "Unto the Breach, Part II"

Tue Apr 05, 2016 2:58 am

And Unto the Beach, Part XI
Various Locations
Authors:
Portland: Capt. Alenis Meru, Cmdr. Shras th'Karath, Lt. Jason Beauvoir, Ensign Kahnr Dai, Lt. Arthur Reynolds, Cmdr. Timothy Rouse, PO Maria Hill, Andy Rouse
Other: Admiral Washington


Last time...

Once the multi-tool attachment on the end of the attachment was released Vanth was able to better examine the housing assembly. "Hmmm..." S/he looked at hir tricorder, and back at the housing. "Suggestions as to how to tackle getting this off?"

Vanth seemed to be looking at her so Becca shrugged. "I'm a communications specialist. I would suggest removing it?"

Vanth continued the operation. S/he soon was able to remove the whole cybernetic sleeve over the captain's arm. S/he looked at everyone as if to say 'here goes nothing,' and began to lift it off slowly. Once it was clear, s/he handed it to the security officer, "I'm sure, you may want to study this."

And now, the continuation...



Bridge, USS Portland

"Shras, eject now!" shouted Alenis, estimating that their forward momentum would propel the reactor towards where it needed to go. She didn't know what Sera had done, but whatever it was, it was just in time, with only a few seconds to spare. "Flight control, reverse course! All power to the aft shields! We're going to have to ride this shockwave out!"

"I am no structural engineer, but I suggest strengthening our SI fields, so we do not get torn to pieces by the gravimetric shear." Jason said.

"Noted," replied Alenis. She pressed a button on her intercom. "Engineering, I need whatever emergency power we can muster to structural integrity fields."

Kahnr was standing over the helm since his chair had been basically vapourized by one of the Borg who'd boarded them, or more accurately he was hunched over uncomfortably. With his feet braced wide and one hand holding on to the console for support, the pilot entered in the ordered sequence, "Impulse engines and thrusters are now at maximum reverse thrust." The steady vibration of the vessel began to pick up as the ship fought against it's own inertia and began to back track.

As the ship creaked and rumbled, Meru stared up at the screen. Carried by inertia, the dark energy reactor sailed deeper into the transwarp conduit. "Captain, I predict fifteen seconds to reactor overload."

"We're not going to make it," whispered Alenis, staring up at the screen, realizing that they would never escape in time with impulse and thrusters alone. But the Portland and her crew carried them this far; she wasn't going to give up on them just yet. "Shras, is there some way to repel ourselves off the shockwave of a dark energy explosion and ride it towards the aperture?"

Placing a hand on his chin, Shras thought for a couple seconds. "I suppose, in theory, if we were to use the deflector array to energize our shields with anti-graviton particles, but--"

"Do it!" shouted Alenis. "And prepare the ship for a bumpy ride."

"Aye, Captain." Jason said and began reconfigured the deflector.

In the distance, further down the transwarp conduit, Alenis watched as the dark energy reactor sailed off, propelled by the Portland's forward momentum. And, on the viewscreen, she could make out some grey specks; a Borg armada, no doubt, on the way through the transwarp gate from the other side. "See you in hell," she muttered, a second before the reactor detonated, annihilating the oncoming Borg vessels and sending a shock wave down the transwarp conduit, collapsing it as it went.

"Now would be a good time, Lieutenant," called out Alenis, watching the dark energy shockwave approaching.

"Aye, Captain." Jason said activating the reconfigured deflector.

"Now!" she called out, watching the shockwave approach. As she spoke, she reached for her seat belts. "All hands, brace for--"

Jason gripped his console and braced himself for what was going to come.

Ash had sat and watched in stunned silence as the hopeless situation they had found themselves in unfolded to reveal a glimmer of hope. As if waking from sleep Ash jolted to grasp his console tightly, looking around to ensure everyone else was secure as well.

Having lost his seat to a Borg disruptor, there wasn't much left for Kahnr to brace himself with. He adjusted their trajectory until the last second, tried to keep them facing the shock wave head-on to their strongest shields, then wrapped his arms around the CONN tightly. The moment the first impact hit though made him lose his grip and the pilot went flying before the gravity caught up, hit his head hard on the ground when it did. Kahnr had a vague notion that there were sparks and explosions around him, but couldn't be sure it wasn't his own vision that was making him see stars, and he didn't get up again any time soon.

The sudden intensity of the vibrations beneath the deck plating literally threw Arthur off his feet and into a nearby bulkhead. The explosion from his console no doubt exacerbated the effect. When it was over, or at least by the time he hit the ground, he realized he wouldn't be getting up without some kind of exoskeleton. He'd broken several ribs and probably fractured part of his spine, which should have killed him any other day. In any case, he found any attempt at movement, especially as the ship continued to buckle like the frequent earthquakes experienced on Rigel VII, impossible at this point. Pain flooded his every nerve, and he was forced to close his eyes and hope he would either wake up in sickbay or back home as a child.

The shockwave slammed into the Portland with an incredible force, tossing the small ship around like a rag doll.

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Escape pod #25

When the Portland and her crew were fighting for their survival while trying to rescue the entire quadrant from the Borg, Andrew James Rouse was born, named after his father and grandfather. After a quick check up he was handed to his mother's arms where his cries slowly changed in soft wails. Tim couldn't stop looking at his son, except to wipe his eyes dry with his sleeve. He was glad that Maria had remembered to take some pictures, even with everything going on. Andy would certainly have a big story to tell later about the day he was born.

The new family was so focused on each other that they had no idea how many time had passed. "Tim," Maria said while touching his shoulder. "We're approaching the fleet." Tim blinked a few times while he mentally came back to the reality.

=/\= Portland crew, this is Admiral Washington, please stand by while we transport you to various ships in the fleet. =/\= The Admiral's voice sounded over the intercom system. He quickly went to the closest console and replied. "Admiral, here Commander Rouse. Please wait with transporting us, we have some special circumstances." Before Tim could explain Andy gave out a loud cry from his mother's arms.

=/\=Is that?=/\= the Admiral's voice sounded. Tim wished he could see the Admiral's face right now.

"Yes, it is, sir." Tim said.

=/\=Please stand by,=/\= another voice sounded, =/\=We'll transport the five of you directly to sickbay.=/\=

To be continued...
Capt. Alenis Meru
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USS Portland

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