[USS Charon, Bridge]
"Get a force field around the bridge." Shiarrael grabbed the last remaining Romulan who was on top of Shrishnar and slammed him head first into the operations console. His body shivered for a minute as sparks and smoke cluttered his face but she continued to push his skull into the machinery- finally with a heavy grunt his body went limp. Pulling his head out of the mangled console she threw his corpse onto the deck and then stood over the body dusting off her hands. In the corner of her eye she could M'Riarr struggling but soon her opponent would be quite harmless. A feral grin crossed her face and like the susse-thrai many cursed her as she licked the strands of blood that framed the corners of her lips "status report mister Shrishnar!"
The Andorian stood up- one of his antennae appeared bent but she seemed to shrug the injury off and wobble to the tactical console. Shiarrael wished Ch'Tan had been on the bridge but the young Andorian did well in the Commander's place "inform security- find out if we have enough power to isolate our invaders. We need to keep them away from key sections of the ship-" 'Thank the elements that deck eight is without life support' Shiarrael thought, ' that will make engineering a difficult target.'
Shrishnar's face looked pained after he dusted off the console and read through the data "Captain, at least five dozen Romulan soldiers have beamed aboard- their numbers are spread out through the ship but-" His head jerked towards the turbolift just as the doors started to open. Shiarrael followed his eyes and watched as a small canister slipped between the growing gap of the turbo lift doors.
"Get down!" She heard herself shout and dived behind remnants of the operations console. Her hands searched the Romulan corpse as a blinding white light erupted and a heavy explosion knocked her sensitive hearing into a cacophony of bells. As the light faded several Romulan soldiers were trying to storm the bridge. Finally her hand found what she wanted- pulling back she lifted the disruptor pistol and fired hitting the first Romulan soldier squarely between the eyes. A cloud of emerald mist ballooned up dusting the other Romulans soldiers in blood and brain matter.
A deep, guttural growl emanated from M'Riarr's snout when she tried to push herself up, but it wasn't easy. Sniffing the air with a giant frown, she realized that other thing had actually managed to burn her side with his rifle. Well, it was just as dead now as the one she had still in her claws.
Before the Caitian with the now blood stained fur could even sneeze to voice her displeasure, the Captain yelled something about getting down.
M'Riarr wanted to reassure the Captain that she already was very much down, and then called herself stupid for missing the point. But it was too late to shield her eyes and ears from what was to come, and for long seconds after the explosion of light and sound, the large lioness was rolling across the floor, roaring in agony.
A spray of more blood and other stuff hit her, and she launched herself in the direction it had come from.
Still blind and deaf, but smelling the wrong-ness of the intruders anyways, she caught hold of something that felt like an arm holding a disruptor and pulled angrily. It didn't come loose right away, but when it did there was some more screaming until M'Riarr hit the source of that noise repeatedly and it stopped. Too bad she still couldn't see or hear right, otherwise that other one would never have been able to break her ribs like that.
For the second time, M'Riarr felt herself thud onto the floor but still grinned happily when her hind paws made another mean thing trip and she could sink her claws into it. Friendly smelling hands grabbed the rags of her uniform and pulled her somewhere, and she gave a brief purr before blinking rapidly. Whoops, she hadn't even noticed someone had shot her again. This was really getting old.
Green bolts lashed out from within the turbo lift. Shiarrael dove behind the cover of the command chairs as hot sparks littered the bridge. "The ready room!" She shouted and grabbed Lamont's arm basically dragging the ambassador with her into the cover of the ready room. Others followed; Shrishnar lugged the large caitian away. A young technician stood up to follow but cut down by the hot green energy. Shiarrael gnashed her teeth and kept their assailants at bay with return fire. 'Why?' She wondered angrily 'why? Why attack us?!' She cafefully kept her frame hidden neatly beyond the door's edge. The Romulans were concentrating their fire on the ready room but they dared not move forward. Hopefully security would arrive in force to route these interlopers.
[To be continued…]
Captain Shiarrael Rehu
Commanding Officer
USS Charon
Ambassador Ian Lamont
Diplomatic Advisor
USS Charon
Ensign M'Riarr (a.p.b Chaya)
Assistant Helmsman
USS Charon
