[USS Charon, bridge]
With a strong elbow to the stomach and a harsh right hook to the jaw, Lamont delivered well placed punishment to a Romulan soldier. With the captain tackling the man and relieving him of his weapon, Ian threw himself into a fight that had been forced upon him. A series of quick actions while the soldier was stunned garnered Lamont early success, but the tide was about to turn as the soldier turned back to glare at the ambassador with piercing, hate filled eyes. Wiping a stream of green from the edge of his lip, the Romulan lunged at Lamont who being far more nimble and quick than the burly soldier dodged the attack – almost.
Landing a hand on Lamont's arm, the Romulan's superior strength overpowered the ambassador's own and Ian found himself in significant pain with the realization he was seconds away from having his arm snapped in two. Yet again, another Romulan had bested him. First the captain, and now a indignant Romulan soldier who's eyes blazed with lustful intent to kill. He knew they were physically superior to him, but that fact alone did nothing to ease his anger or his pride.
If he couldn't win in a fair fight he'd beat them using subterfuge. Screaming out in pain, Lamont played every bit the part of the inferior human male. He resistance ended as he crumpled under the Romulan's iron grip. A quick glance behind a mask of pain indicated his tactic was working. The arrogant soldier was smiling, his defenses lowered by Lamont's false actions.
Waiting for the exact moment, Lamont suddenly countered the soldier with a burst of strength catching the Romulan off guard. Freeing himself from his grasp, Lamont used his instantaneous moment of surprise to let loose an all out blitz. Lamont, while not a front line commando, kept in shape and had taken a particular interest in martial arts as a young man. He used his skills to great effect. With a violent, anger filled punch, Ian's clenched fist caught the soldier's jaw sending forth a fine mist of green into the turbulent bridge air. Grabbing the Romulan's blood soaked face, Lamont cracked his face against his knee generating a horrific cry from the soldier as his nose was broken. Pulling the soldier up by the collar, Lamont fired a final punch into the man's face sending him toppling backwards where he hit the deck unconscious.
"Caveat Viator", Lamont shouted the first words into his head at the downed Romulan his chest heaving while drops of emerald green fell from his fingertips. (Let the traveler beware)
Suddenly the OPS control console exploded nearby sending him diving for cover as green disruptor fire erupted across the bridge. More soldiers? As debris pelted him and he looked up still somewhat stunned by the chaos around him, Ian felt the strong grip of someone on his collar. Dragged mostly against his will, Lamont was heaved toward the ready room disruptor blasts tore through the air. Several beams exploded around the door of the ready room showering him and the captain with hot fragments of exterior bulkhead paneling. Once inside several other bridge officers also dove in to seek refuge against the hailstorm of weapons fire around them.
Suddenly the OPS control console exploded nearby sending him diving for cover as green disruptor fire erupted across the bridge. More soldiers? As debris pelted him and he looked up still somewhat stunned by the chaos around him, Ian felt the strong grip of someone on his collar. Dragged mostly against his will, Lamont was heaved toward the ready room disruptor blasts tore through the air. Several beams exploded around the door of the ready room showering him and the captain with hot fragments of exterior bulkhead paneling. Once inside several other bridge officers also dove in to seek refuge against the hailstorm of weapons fire around them.
Lamont stood on the other side of the doorway across from the captain his heart beating so loudly in his chest he wondered if everyone around him could hear it. Taking several deep breaths to calm himself, Ian cringed as several green beams slammed into the door frame showering the entryway with sparks. As Rehu was the only one with a weapon, she was their first and only line of defense against the angry Romulan stormtroops outside.
"What in heaven's name do they want Captain", Lamont asked in a brief moment of calm. "Any ideas what they hope to accomplish?"
"What in heaven's name do they want Captain", Lamont asked in a brief moment of calm. "Any ideas what they hope to accomplish?"
"I wish I knew Commander" Shiarrael spat the words as she crouched at the door frame taking pot shots any Romulan foolish enough to leave his cover. One thought himself clever to crawl across the floor like a serpent- Shiarrael noticed the edge of his boot and quickly vaporized his foot. A loud scream echoed through the bridge as his comrades dragged the footless fool back to cover. She glanced at Lamont "but I fear the worst."
"Well whatever it is they are after might I suggest locking out the main computer sir? If they can get to us on the bridge, they might be able to get to somewhere else more vital."
Shiarrael nodded and fired another pot shot before handing the disruptor to one of the other bridge staff. Sliding to the back of the ready room she prodded her desk's console. When it illuminated she sigh relieved that it was still working. Carefully inputting her command code she requested a full lockout until otherwise authorized. It took the computer an extra second to process the command but it finally finished "it's done; they will not be able to access the computer." A stray disruptor bolt flew over her shoulder and vaporized the potted plant behind her. Dropping down to the floor she chuckled "now I have a good excuse to tell Admiral Enor why his hideous gift is no longer alive." Shrishnar tossed the phaser back to her and Shiarrael returned fire at the culprit hitting him in shoulder.
"Are there any weapons in here", Lamont asked the captain simply thinking of the basics of survival. He noticed the injured helm officer on the floor. Moving to the captain's replicator, Ian requested a medkit. Grabbing the kit he quickly knelt down next to the injured Caitian and attempted to apply first aid to the large officer's wounds.
"Mew?" the Caitian scowled at the stench of her own burnt fur, and rolled her green eyes. This was not going well. Not well at all.
"Ambassadorrr how nice of you to try and patch me up." M'Riarr relaxed on the carpet and her anger turned to sadness when she saw the Captain by the door, fighting a hopeless battle, and poor Shirshnar who had one antenna hanging literally by a thread. He looked so out of sorts, struggling to keep his balance and failing miserably, it had to hurt the proud Andorian more than any physical pain.
"Ambassadorrr how nice of you to try and patch me up." M'Riarr relaxed on the carpet and her anger turned to sadness when she saw the Captain by the door, fighting a hopeless battle, and poor Shirshnar who had one antenna hanging literally by a thread. He looked so out of sorts, struggling to keep his balance and failing miserably, it had to hurt the proud Andorian more than any physical pain.
M'Riarr's sore and hurting muscles tensed at the sound of metal clattering and her furry head snapped towards the sound. A hatch at the back of the ready room had been kicked open, and long, slender legs emerged. Bare feet, small as those of a human child, found a hold on the carpet and … M'Riarr purred with such happiness, her whiskers vibrated.
"Miss Sakarrrrra." the Caitian exhaled and smiled at the Vulcan whose dark eyes were taking in the current situation with barely a flicker. "Ensign." the woman murmured in the large lioness' direction before helping … ok this really was a child … out of the Jeffrey's tube.
Funny, she had never known Vulcans had swords and that their skin could shimmer like gold when there was only the warm, dim light of a red alert all around you.
M'Riarr's last coherent thought before her poor tired and battered body slid into unconsciousness was that her department head had lovely taste in underwear.
"Miss Sakarrrrra." the Caitian exhaled and smiled at the Vulcan whose dark eyes were taking in the current situation with barely a flicker. "Ensign." the woman murmured in the large lioness' direction before helping … ok this really was a child … out of the Jeffrey's tube.
Funny, she had never known Vulcans had swords and that their skin could shimmer like gold when there was only the warm, dim light of a red alert all around you.
M'Riarr's last coherent thought before her poor tired and battered body slid into unconsciousness was that her department head had lovely taste in underwear.
[To be continued…]
Captain Shiarrael Rehu
Commanding Officer
USS Charon
Commanding Officer
USS Charon
Lieutenant Sakarra Tyrax
Chief Helm Officer
USS Charon
Chief Helm Officer
USS Charon
Ambassador Ian Lamont
Diplomatic Advisor
USS Charon
Diplomatic Advisor
USS Charon
Ensign M'Riarr (a.p.b Chaya)
Assistant Helmsman
USS Charon
Assistant Helmsman
USS Charon
