Things Go Too Wrong Part 2

Posted on Sun Oct 26th, 2014 @ 3:57pm by Captain Enalia Telvan & Azrhianna & Lieutenant Commander Charon Edomar & Lieutenant Richard Lockheart & Lieutenant Ventarus Nosplet

Mission: Something Amiss
Location: Various

-=USS Hera=-

Enalia had just sent her first officer over to the bird of prey and accepted the Captain's assassin wife over to her ship. As the half naked woman stepped aboard her bridge with 4 security officers in tow, she realized one thing hadn't changed since she last met this woman. All of her armor - basically a corset and skirt - were made of throwing daggers. This fiery haired human looking woman was likely the most dangerous person on Azrhianna's crew for the simple fact that she was fanatical in her desire to do anything for her wife and savior.

Standing, Enalia greeted her with a smile and motioned to the first officer's seat. "Welcome aboard. Would you care to sit next to me? I don't think Commander Edomar will be needing his chair for a while."

Wordlessly, the woman nodded and elegantly headed to the offered seat, sitting in it. Trying not to dhow any signs of nervousness or weakness herself, Enalia sat in her own captain's chair and waited for Charon to report in from the Raptor.

Richard placed a hand on his phaser, when the woman appeared on the bridge. Staring at the woman's clothes, he felt a chill of fear run through his chest. Richard had never this close to anyone this dangerous before. Richard's postings before the Hera were all desk jobs. He had never seen an enemy of the Federation in person, let alone one wearing an outfit made of knives. As she sat down, Richard let go of his phaser, and returned to the tactical console.

Charon, now equipped with a viridium patch and another dose of neural suppressant in his system, was on his way to deck six, transporter room one. He did not believe that this would end well. The latest development of their situation was to their disadvantage. They were already handicapped by several things, his own condition being one of them. So his mood had not improved after a Klingon Bird of Prey had shown up in their area of operations. He did not believe that this was a coincidence and he was almost sure that there was something fishy going on that none had bothered to tell them about.
When Charon reached the transporter room the current transporter chief nodded in greeting and got ready to preform the transport. Charon stepped onto one of the padds and took a couple of deep breaths. Only after a few moments did he give the chief a sign to initialize the procedure that would have him dematerialize here and rematerialize on the other ship. The world turned blue for a second and then the surroundings changed.

-=IKS Raptor=-

When the blue faded Charon was definitively not on the Hera any more. That much he could tell. While his eyes adapted to the change in lighting he looked around the room.

"Welcome to the Raptor. This way to the bridge, please." A surly human looking male said. By his movements he was a lot more than human, but by all outward appearances that's all he was. Leading Charon to the bridge, the man took the helm as Azrhianna turned in her chair and greeted their new arrival.

"Hello Commander. May I assume you're familiar with the science console? You Starfleet types are always scanning things, after all." The evil Orion woman said with a sinister grin.

Charon looked at the human looking man. “Thanks.” He responded to the greeting. “Sure.” Charon said then and fell in behind the male. The way to the bridge was not too long. After all the Bird of Prey was a rather small ship.
On the Bridge he took in the unique Klingon ship building style. It looked raw and utilitarian. It had its own unique charm though which was distinctly different than the sleek style Starfleet used for its vessels. When Azrhianna stood up to greet him he looked at her for a long moment and his look was that of a farmer looking at fatstock. “Come on, we could have so much fun.” Said the tiny voice in his head, urging him to do unspeakable things to the people on this small craft. Charon ignored the voice. For now they were all safe. “Thank you captain, I know how a science console works but my Klingon might be a bit rusty.” He explained then, after his face had smoothed over again. “Want me to scann for anything special?” He asked with genuine interest. Keeping his mind bussy would help him to stay in control.

"Sure," Azrhianna said with a wicked grin, the pale blue lighting around her seat giving an eerie shadow to her features. "Scan near your ship for tachyon particles. Particularly in the blindspots."

Charon was unfazed by the eerie lighting and the performance that was playing out on the bridge of the Bird of Prey. He simply acknowledged the order given to him by the captain of the vessel and commenced to set up a tachyon scan. After a few moments he managed to set up the scan and simply watched the monitor. The Klingon writing on the console was bothering him a bit but he managed to work with it. After a few minutes he spoke up. “No tachyon particles in the vicinity of the ship.” He just swallowed a comment about the fact that a vessel like the Hera did not have actual sensor blind spots. In his head though the tiny voice started to act up again. ”Pansy, pansy, you're a little pansy.” it mocked him. Charon brushed it away with an angry mental slap. And for a few seconds the bridge felt like a strong biting cold wind was blowing through it. “So, please Captain Azrhianna do tell me, what were the circumstances of your first meeting with Captain Telvan.” he inquired, his voice heavy with interest. And, was it mischief?

Azrhianna just sat there looking at the viewscreen as she answered. "She had something I needed on her ship. I took it, we were captured. Then I blew a huge hole in her ship and escaped. Nothing but business." Checking the readout on the arm of her chair, she called out her orders. "Signal the Hera that we're moving out and engage cloak. Helm, keep us on the Hera's port side." As the lights shifted to red, the bridge darkened noticeably as the cloak engaged.

-=USS Hera=-

Watching the old bird of prey cloak, Enalia was glad she had delayed the order for the torpedo spread. She didn't want to lose her new first officer - especially not this soon. "Helm, set a course for the colony, full impulse." As the ship got underway, she noticed the now cloaked Raptor was taking up formation with the Hera. They had only made it halfway to the prison before something really bad happened. A romulan Warbird decloaked right in front of them. "All stop. Open hailing frequencies."

"Uh Captain..." Ven spoke up from the Op's station. "That's a Romulan Warbird dead ahead..."

Punching her comm, Enalia sent a ship wide alert as green plasma balls erupted from the Romulan ship. "All hands brace for impact! Red alert!" She got the words out just in time for the first of the plasma torpedoes to hit, shaking the ship.

"Captain, shields are down to 95% percent" Ven said holding on to his work station.

As Ven spoke, 3 more salvoes crushed the shields against the Hera's hull. "Thank goodness for our shield upgrades. Return fire. What's the status of the Raptor?" Enalia called out, clinging to her seat as phaser fire erupted from the Hera's forward beam banks towards the warbird. The ship was easily three times the mass of the Hera and massively overgunned, but somehow Enalia hoped they could hold their own at the very least.

"Raptor is flanking us and charging weapons Ma'am." Ven reported, watching his scanners. He sure hoped that was a good sign.

Enalia did too. She didn't want to think what would happen if those dirty pirates were working for the Romulans.

-=Raptor=-

Azrhianna just stared as the waves of plasma torpedoes beat against the Hera's shields before calling out orders. "Helm, take us around to the warbird's flank and prepare for battle. Mister Starfleet, scan them for weaknesses. I want ideas on where to hit them and how to get past their shields."

Charon nodded his head in agreement and looked down onto his console. Randomly moving his hands over the device he was not paying any attention to what was going on right in front of him. On the viewscreen the battle between the Warbird and the Hera was heating up fast. Orange and green beams of luminous energy were cutting through the vacuum of space, luminescent torpedoes were hurling through space and exploding in mighty blasts of light and energy. None of that was of any interest to Charon. He just kept that strange grin on his face.
While he was seemingly looking at his console the shields of the D'deridex started to fluctuate. “It seems we got our opening. Their aft shields are buckling. If I am reading this right a ruptured plasma conduit took out their stern emitter.” There was that malice in his voice again. And while he spoke he barely contained a mischievousness giggle.

"Excellent. Decloak and fire a full barrage on their aft." Azrhianna ordered. The ship did just that, joining into the battle with full force.

-=Hera=-

The space battle raged on for almost a minute, neither side having the upper hand. Enalia needed a way to finish this but other than firing weapons at this D'Deridex, she saw no other choice. "Keep firing phasers and switch to quantums on the platform launchers," she called out.

Within moments the upper launchers were spewing forth the silver energy balls, hitting the warbird hard. After a few more shots, they apparently didn't think it was worth it to keep fighting so they started to cloak. While the Hera ceased fire, the pirates didn't scoring a critical hit to their singularity core and destroying the ship.

"That was unexpected... Damage report." Enalia demanded. "Hail the Raptor and let them know I'd like to swap officers back." Pressing a control on the arm of her seat, she continued. "Engineering, install seat belts on all bridge seating."

"Shields are down to 52%, reports of injured on desk 4, 6 and 8 and there was a hull breach on deck 3 but it's contained and repairs are already underway, Captain." Ven reported from his station.

"Excellent. Far better than Any of us could have hoped." Turning to her 'guest', Enalia grinned at the blade-outfitted woman. "Thank you for your assistance. The remains of the prison colony is yours and your Captain's."

Standing, the assassin nodded and headed off the bridge silently, her security guards in tow.