[USS Charon] SD240912.13 || Joint Log "Mayhem" Part IV || Capt Shiarrael Rehu, Lt Sakarra Tyrax, Amb Ian Lamont

 

[USS Charon, bridge]

 

The child had held up astonishingly well, moving through dark or barely lit and exceedingly cold crawlways, weighed down by nearly a dozen hand phasers. Sakarra nodded her approval as Nveid clambered out of the hatch, staring wide eyed at the huge bleeding feline and the Romulan by the door, firing at Gai'Shian attempting to secure the bridge.
Demons, the child had called them, and the young Vulcan had quirked another brow at that. She motioned Nveid to stay low and follow, before she crouched down next to the good ambassador, nodding a brief greeting before handing him her phaser.
"Mr Lamont." her voice was as low and melodious as ever, but there was a most unusual edge to it. "The ship's internal sensors, such as they are, indicated an incursion on the bridge. It would appear the situation has deteriorated somewhat."

 

A disruptor tore through a bulkhead barely 1.4 meters over their heads, and although the Vulcan reacted with merely another raised brow, she swiftly accepted the phaser that Nveid pressed into her hands.

 

Lamont was ecstatic to see Lt. Sakarra alive and well. After seeing her carried off the flight deck he had been most concerned for her well being. She seemed somewhat pale in comparison to her usual self and her face held the light pallor of someone ill. From the wounds he had seen at a distance on the flight deck it was remarkable she was as animated as she appeared.

 

"It is most agreeable to see you still in one piece lieutenant although I fear you may be a bit under dressed for the occasion." Lamont couldn't help but wonder how or why the Vulcan had arrived in her current attire.

 

"Indeed." the Vulcan replied with another small huff that indicated approximately 89.7% annoyance and 10.3% humor.
Bad enough she still had to remain mindful of her barely healed injuries and the one's that weren't quite healed yet, but the trip through the Jeffrey's tubes had left her shivering with cold at times.
Compared to that, the ready room was positively tropical, but still she found it difficult not to display any outward sign of … well, being bloody damn freezing.

 

At least the ambassador had the good grace to not let his eyes linger unduly on the low neckline of her silk camisole.

 

"Regardless, the situation has surpassed deterioration. I believe we've entered into something close to chaos", he replied taping a pressure bandage to one of the Caitian's many wounds after covering it with powder to stop the bleeding. There wasn't time to use a dermal regenerator especially not through all that hair. The feline's wounds would probably necessitate the removal of some large patches of hair which if any of them survived this hostile takeover would undoubtedly annoy the large helm officer.

 

Applying a few additional first aid measures to attempt to stabilize the worst of the Caitian's wounds, Lamont quickly moved to the Andorian to whom he administered a dose of pain killers. The hypopsray stuck to his hands which were sticky with Romulan blood smearing the white instruments with the ambassador's sticky green fingerprints.

 

Lamont returned to the doorway, now armed with a phaser which he quickly checked. "Ensign M'Riarr should make it Captain", he said as a disruptor beam cut through the air and exploded at the rear of the ready room. "I believe I've patched her up for now, but we will need to get her to sickbay soon. Lt. Sakarra was nice enough to deliver some additional firepower." He raised his phaser.

 

There was only one question left to ask the captain. "How do you want to break out of here? I'm a decent sprinter sir. I think I could make the command chairs. Once there I could setup a cross fire and divert the Romulan's fire and concentration." Lamont couldn't believe what he was saying. It was if someone else was speaking. He was actually volunteering to put himself in harm's way. Worst of all he was afraid that somewhere deep down he was almost enjoying the rush of adrenaline and the chaotic turmoil of the unknown.

 

"Captain." the young Vulcan stepped up behind her obviously quite disgruntled CO and gave a brief, courteous nod of greeting before firing her phaser at the outline of an intruder crouched behind the - oh dear - badly damaged ops console.
Some shouted profanities announced that at least the shot had inflicted some damage, although to Sakarra's ears it sounded like the damage had not been sufficient by a long shot. It would be prudent to remedy this at the earliest opportunity.

 

"Lieutenant, I'm surprised to see that you are mobile." Shiarrael fired at another of the assailants who was silly enough to poke his head out to peek at them. Luckily for him he was quick to duck and the shot only grazed his ear tip "if we overload a phaser and use it as a grenade do you believe it will be enough to disable them long enough to retake the bridge?"

 

"As were some soldiers who rather rudely invaded my quarters, quite to their misfortune I am pleased to say." Sakarra swiftly moved her shoulder out of the way of another disruptor beam and then focused on the source of this clumsy potshot. Another Gai'Shian was just barely fast enough to save his hand. His rifle however was a lost cause.

 

The young Vulcan pondered the Captain's proposal for 1.6 seconds and nodded. "If timed correctly, two phasers set on overload there," she briefly moved the tip of her sword in the direction of the largest bulk of Gai'Shian "and there," another motion towards the smaller group crowding behind a console "will suffice to create a diversion, possibly disable enough of the intruders to give us more favorable odds."

 

 

 

[To be continued…]

 

 

Captain Shiarrael Rehu
Commanding Officer
USS Charon

 

Lieutenant Sakarra Tyrax
Chief Helm Officer
USS Charon

 

Ambassador Ian Lamont
Diplomatic Advisor
USS Charon