The Freighters of Acquisition: Part 3
Near the end of Ep.7
Authors: Tyrlai Zade, aENS Jena Colm (NPC Jason), Ash Sullivan, Arthur Reynolds, Malbi tai-Konjah
Tyrlai twisted and tumbled as she arced through the bridge and managed to pass over the disuptor fire and snatch the helmet off the leader as she passed. She tossed it towards Arthur shouting, "find the transporter and swap out our problems." She hoped Arthur had a skillset to perform a two way transport on alien equipment. She spun around to meet a corner of the bridge ceiling and wall and sprang back towards the remaining Nausican.
At first, Arthur reached out to the helmet, only for a stray disruptor beam to catch it. With a loud curse, Arthur ducked again just as a disruptor blast also hit the console he was hiding behind. "Damn it, can someone take care of that?!" As if the universe wanted to give him one last finger, one of the disruptor blasts hit a pipe carrying a smoky compound which must've been part of the environmental system keeping the bridge warm for its new 'crew'. "Great," Arthur muttered bitterly under his breath as he looked for a way to reach the helmet floating listlessly in the distance. "That's great."
Tyrlai sailed towards the Nausican who was much better prepared than his counterpart. He swung in a wide circle as she approached, whe had to curl in a ball to avoid it and then kicked quickly, catching him with a glancing blow to his shoulder. The nausican caught himself with a clawed hand on a console and launched himself after her. Tyrlai meanwhile drifted back towards their leader and grabbed the gun, it was a momentary struggle that she was not well situated for, but it bought Arthur about eight seconds. She let go and kicked upwards, suddenly clanking against the bridge ceiling once more, just as the Nausican barrelled into its leader sending them both tumbling away.
As soon as Tyrlai made her bid for the commander, Arthur made his for the helmet. He caught it just in time to see the Nausicaan knock away the leader. Without any time to waste, he fuddled with it for a few seconds until he could fit it over his head - a minor miracle given its size and shape. Unfortunately, he continued to have trouble flailing about in zero gravity, hitting the ceiling as soon as the helmet fit snugly over his head. When he tried to speak, his words were translated into the metallic Breen language through the helmet's communication socket. "Somebody get that gravity back online!"
Tyrlai shifted her weight, spinning in the air just enough to catch the right console with one long arm, she was just stong enough to swing herself around slowly enough to not bounce off. Her eyes read the console. Recognizing some panel configurations. Others were mystifying but together she recognized a flashing dial reading close to naught and took a shot. The gravity switch to half force dropping everyone towards the deck.
When he could feel solid ground underneath his feet again, Arthur wasted no time in approaching the tactical console. Thanks to his advanced operations training, which included information on Breen technology captured during the Dominion War, he was able to quickly access the transporter systems and use his tactical training to jury-rig a site-to-site transport. With no more time to lose, he locked on to the Breen and her Nausicaan friends and 'energized' them into the transporter buffer while locking on to the only familiar signatures he could locate on the other end. "I've got 'em," he exclaimed as he pulled the other signatures in just before the scramblers could go active. "Energizing!"
"Take cover behind the console over there Jena. Don't worry, we're gonna get through this and I'm going to get you home safe." Ash said almost as much for his own comfort as for Jena's. She seemed brave but at 15 years old he knew deep down she had to be scared. "Those doors only have a few seconds left in them so I want you to hit the fire suppression system as soon as they break through. That should disorient them a little and give us a fighting chance. I'll concentrate my fire on the doors. Once the suppression system is on, please just keep yourself safe until the others figure out a way to transport us out." He locked eyes with Jena and held her gaze for a few seconds then tried to nod reassuringly. He then readied a compression rifle he had borrowed from the security office's weapons locker, wincing a little as he felt a sting in his shoulder from the earlier phaser blast.
Jena gave Ash a brave smile and a thumbs up.
Moments later a man-sized hole appeared in the doors. The girl activated the fire suppression system and then hid behind the console. She was wondering if she was about to meet the Prophets in person, when she felt the sensation of a transporter beam.
Ash opened fire as the security officers began moving through the doors. He looked over just in time to see Jena beam out, replaced by a very confused and angry looking Nausicaan. He'd jokingly considered the possibility of Tyrlai leaving him behind, but never thought she'd go through with it. With the Nausicaan now raising his weapon and the security team still pouring in, Ash was caught off guard and started to panic, not knowing where to fire. A bright bolt of energy discharged from the Nausicaan's disrupter, headed straight for Ash. In what he thought were his final moments, a feeling of peace and serenity seemed to wash over him. Or maybe that was just the transporter beam.
As she felt herself materialize inside the station, N'xybp felt her gun being grabbed away from her before she could even react. Before she knew it, force restraints were around her wrists. As she looked around the security office that she had found herself in, she saw her Nausicaan companions being held at gunpoint. "You are under arrest," barked the security officer in front of her as she sighed. "You have the right to remain silent..."
Rematerialising in the very alien looking freighter was disorienting at first but seeing the familiar faces of the rest of the away team filled Ash with relief. He looked around to make sure Jena was okay and sighed with relief when he saw her smiling excitedly. "Thanks for the beam out." He said simply before letting himself sprawl out on the floor of the freighter and letting out a deep sigh of relief.
"So, this a Breen freighter?" Jena asked with a smile, when she was sure all over her had made it through the transporter process. "Looks ominous, perhaps we should repaint it a nice mauve."
"Shields active," Arthur muttered in Breen as he quickly and anxiously pulled the helmet off his head. Though he wasn't claustrophobic, breathing in that helmet was more difficult than he had anticipated. He looked back at Tyrlai, only glancing at the two he'd presumably rescued. "If we're gonna go, we better do it now."
"I'd have to agree." Replied Ash pulling himself up to his feet and nursing his injured shoulder. "The station security had just made it back into the office when you beamed us out. It won't be long till they figure out the security protocols I disabled and lock down the hangar."
Having finally found how the intraship communications work, Ferguson had been in Engineering listening to Bridge. "I'm glad everyone is finding their way around up there, but Engineering looks like a living cave with giant pulsing arachnid in the centre. Just be glad you can't smell it." He said.
Jena had studied bio-organic technology before, but this was the first time she had seen it for real. A giant pulsing arachnid sounded as interesting as it sounded frightening.
"Don't try their helmets then," Arthur responded almost as if that thought was an aside. As the adrenaline continued to surge through his veins, he took one step toward Tyrlai and reiterated, "We have to leave, now." The last thing he wanted was her 'indecisiveness' to lead to their early deaths. "Starfleet diplomacy's not going to save us here, commander."
Tylai picked up the helmet and placed it over her head. Her thoughts were towards departure sequences and the ship thrummed to life around them. There was a station with extra displays left of center of the bridge area. She walked over to it and started ‘reading’ the odd dotted language on the panel. A few buttons, switches and tendrils later and they were floating our towards the open hangar bay doors.