Thanks go to +Piotr Mierzejewski
for finding the list this post is on again for me. It was originally a list for a three-sim JM, later commandeered by another Sixth Fleet game.
The post is five years old and takes place near the middle of the mission. There's a rather significant space battle going on between Romulans and the Federation (and Klingon allies). The Romulans are working towards taking over a Federation starbase, but we don't know that yet. ;) Small note, the starship in question here is the Prometheus-class USS Saturn-B, split into MVAM. Mek'tor is commanding the middle module.
The post is kinda on the long side, clocking in at around 3200 words.
Mek'tor grinned predator-like as the middle module sidled up to the stricken Norexan warbird. He turned to T'Vell, "Lieutenant, life-signs aboard the warbird?"
"Readings are somewhat unreliable, Sir, but I am detecting no more than 20 life-signs scattered throughout the ship."
The XO nodded, "Good. Assemble a team and get over there. I want as much intel as we can get.
T'Vell raised an eyebrow, "Sir? You wish me to lead an away team to the Romulan ship?" She paused, "Would it not be more logical to send a Security or Tactical Officer?"
Mek'tor bared his teeth although T'Vell was unsure whether he was grinning or preparing for combat, "No, Lieutenant, it would not be more logical." He raised a hand to silence the calm argument he knew he was going to get and looked around the bridge, "Anyone here speak Romulan?"
A couple of the bridge crew raised a hand and Mek'tor growled, "How many of you can read it as well?"
The hands went down. "If you want a logical answer, Lieutenant…", he stressed her rank slightly. Just enough for her to get the message, "…there it is. Now, assemble a team and get me intelligence."
T'Vell inclined her head, impressed with the Klingon's use of logic. Obviously he had considered a factor that she had not. One more thing to get used to about serving aboard a Starship, she decided.
"Very well, Commander." She tapped her comm. badge, "Security Team to meet me in Transporter Room 3. Be prepared for hostile environment." She then opened a channel to the Science Lab in this module of the ship, "T'Vell to the Science Lab"
=A= Ensign Brown (NPC) here, Lieutenant, go ahead. =A=
"Meet me in Transporter Room 3, Ensign. We are going to investigate a damaged Warbird."
=A= Aye, Sir. =A=
Mek'tor grinned as he watched the Scientist assemble her team. He took pleasure in showing her another piece of logic.
He knew Starfleet Regulations specifically restricted starship captains from taking part on away missions, so he named T'Vell the team's leader. (She was his XO after all, the usual choice for away team leader.) Though he also remembered certain captains taking liberty with that rule... namely legends such as Kirk and Picard.
He leaned back and regarded the crippled warbird in the main viewer.
Maybe he could find a way to get over there and engage in some hand-to-hand fighting...
=Transporter Room 3=
=2 minutes later=
With the exception of T'Vell, everyone assembled in the Transporter Room, including the 4 Security Officers and the other Science Officer were all wearing sealed combat armour.
T'Vell looked distinctly out of place wearing an ordinary white EVA suit. She could have had a set of armour replicated to replace the set of her own that was currently in the Top Module of the Saturn but she had never felt comfortable wearing it. In any event, she did not want any distractions from her information gathering mission…and combat armour was definitely a…distraction.
Besides the Science kit and tricorder she was carrying T'Vell was armed only with a phaser. Her job was to find information, she had decided, not to fight.
She glanced around the assembled Officers, "Are we ready?"
A chorus of "Aye ma'am." And "Yes, sir" was the response.
"Very well", she pointed to 2 of the Security officers and Ensign Brown, "You will beam across in the second team to a corridor in the port ventral hull."
She indicated herself and the other 2 Security officers, "We will beam to a similar corridor in the starboard dorsal hull." She paused, "Questions?"
There were none so she tapped her comm. badge, "T'Vell to the bridge"
=A= Mek'tor here, Lieutenant. Are you ready? =A=
=A= Then go. =A=
She raised an eyebrow, "Yes, sir."
She turned and nodded to the Transporter operator as she stepped on to the platform, "Energise."
=Avatar of Katrel=
The Romulan Commander blinked his eyes rapidly to try and clear his vision but it did no good. What he didn't realise that the blood vessels in one eye had ruptured completely as he had killed his political officer when the bridge had been exposed to the vacuum of space.
The political officer had had the foresight to wear a vac suit to the bridge. The Commander had decided that his need had been greater.
He looked around at the shattered remains of the bridge. The bridge was bathed in the green glow of lights emanating from the various consoles on the bridge. It had been an excellent design idea to have the bridge powered by a separate source of power. Unfortunately in this case it was useless as the remainder of the ship had little or no power.
Ai'Luxor (that was his name although no one had called him that for almost twenty years) looked up as a shadow crossed across the bridge. Through a gaping hole he saw the Federation ship that had led him into the cunning trap that had destroyed his ship (he had vaporised the body of his helmsman and it had made him feel a little better) glide closer.
He stood and moved toward the rear of the bridge. Sliding a computer console to one side, he revealed a small passageway that led back towards the main part of the ship. Grinning madly, he stepped inside and began to mutter to himself…
Few of the Romulans had survived the vicious and cunning trap. Most of the interior was evacuated of air, and those few compartments that still had air were steadily losing it. (Or not so steadily, in the case of Centurions unwittingly opening doors.) The 20 survivors out of the hundreds who served aboard had been close enough to don vac suits when the ship lost pressure. Unfortunately that meant that the majority of those survivors were engineers or techs who were stationed near airlocks. Only half of their number were security personnel.
But being Romulan, they all had found weapons and would defend the ship against boarders, and likely die in it's defense. Three of the highest ranking engineers headed off to Engineering to initiate the self-destruct. They wouldn't let the ship fall into Federation hands.
"I'm detecting boarders on both sides." one Centurion stated as he consulted a Romulan hand sensor device.
"Let's split our forces," came the reply over the headset comms, "Half of us will head starboard, the others port. The engineers will continue to Engineering."
The scattered Romulans quickly sprang into action, heading down the corridors to intercept the Federation infiltrators.
T'Vell and her team of two Security Officers materialised into chaos. Strobing lights, debris scattered throughout the corridor and bodies drifting through patches of the interior of the vessel where the artificial gravity had failed.
She tapped her comm. badge, "T'Vell to Ensign Brown, report"
=A= We're fine, Lieutenant. =A=
"Make your way to Engineering. We will head to the bridge."
=A= Understood. Brown, out. =A=
T'Vell consulted her tricorder and made to move up the corridor. She felt an hand on her shoulder and was grateful for the fact that she was wearing an EVA suit. Suppressing a shudder, she turned to look at the Security Officer that had touched her.
"Ma'am, how about you let one of us go first?", he held up his compression rifle, "We're better suited to deal with any threats."
She nodded and stepped aside to let him edge past her.
He managed to get three steps before a green disruptor blast appeared as if by magic and struck him full in the helmet, knocking him backwards. T'Vell did not need medical training to know that the man was dead instantly.
She reached out, as if in slow motion to grasp the mans compression rifle. Her fingers closed over empty air as the other Security Officer knocked her to the ground and returned fire.
The air seemed criss-crossed with green and orange bursts of light and it seemed an eternity before she heard her name called, "Lieutenant T'Vell? Are you alright, Ma'am?"
She simply nodded.
"It's OK Ma'am. There were only two of them and they're both dead. We can carry on now."
The three Romulan engineers made their way through access tunnels and finally arrived in Engineering. They got to work quickly, accessing the self-destruct protocol and activating it. The computer sounded a klaxon, "Enter voice print identification."
"Centurion Volan, code alpha 878, authorize self-destruct."
"Lieutenant Prem, code omega 235, authorize self-destruct."
"Lieutenant T'Brell, code tango 552, authorize self-destruct."
Volan, as the highest rank spoke, "Computer, set timer to twenty minutes. Quiet countdown."
The computer raised an alarm klaxon and announced throughout the ship in Romulan, "Self-destruct activated. Twenty minute countdown, there will be no other warning."
The three engineers grinned coldly to one another and gripped their disruptors. They turned to find some Federation dogs to murder, and immediately Prem was felled by multiple orange blasts, his pressure suit breached, leaking air and blood.
Ensign Brown and her team were hunkered down near the access hatch. The two standing Romulans dove for cover as the Federation team tried to draw beads on them. Ensign Brown chastised into her comm link, "I didn't mean for everyone to shoot the
Romulan..." She sighed and watched as her (very green) team failed to take out all three at once, and allowed two of them to find cover. Fire was exchanged by both sides, impacting the bulkheads and other random bits of the vessel that were in between.
Ensign Brown frowned, they were going nowhere fast. The Romulans were obviously more experienced, they continually changed position, slowly but surely coming closer to flanking her team. She had to figure something out quickly, or else they'd all be killed. She looked around, looking for some sort of advantage, something she could utilize. The Romulans were keeping low, out of the line of fire. They were used to this, she lamented.
Then she saw what she needed. For the Romulans to flank her team, they had to cross in front of one of the coolant tubes heading towards the singularity core. They were counting on the inexperience of the team, but Ensign Brown saw it. She switched her comms on, "Team, everyone focus your fire on where I'm about to shoot. Make sure your phasers are set to maximum." She heard the requisite "aye sir"s and nodded. Glancing back out she nodded, just a few more seconds... "3... 2... 1... Fire!"
Ensign Brown fired her weapon into the coolant line. She smiled as she saw two other orange lines of energy converge on the same spot. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the two Romulans try and dive out of the way, but it was too late. Within moments the pipe heated and buckled, coolant spraying all over. Where it impacted the Romulans' plastic survival suits, it melted away and failed, their precious air siphoning out into the room. The two dropped to the floor and gasped for oxygen. As the automatic relief system kicked into place, the coolant leak dribbled to a stop. Ensign Brown and her team emerged and approached their two accosters. She noticed burn marks where the acidic coolant breached their suits and reached skin. They continued to gasp for air, and she didn't want to worry about one of them suddenly grabbing her ankle, so she took them out of their misery with two carefully aimed phaser shots. She looked around, and after her team reported all clear she tapped her command comm line, "Ensign Brown to Lt T'Vell, Engineering is secure, sir."
=A= Acknowledged. Do you happen to speak Romulan, Ensign? =A=
Brown looked at the Security Officers with her and shrugged, "No Sir, I don't."
=A= I see. Then I should inform you that the self destruct sequence has been activated. You have 18 minutes and 22 seconds to see if you can deactivate it. =A=
Brown swallowed, "Aye, Sir."
T'Vell and the one remaining Security Officer had managed to make their way to the forward part of the ship.
"Do you think we can override the self destruct from the bridge, Lieutenant?"
T'Vell raised an eyebrow, "I do not know. Even if we are unable to do so, we should be able to download much of the computer database from the Command Console on the bridge."
"How far away are we?"
"It should be 3 more meters down this corridor and through one last door."
"How long do we have?"
"11 minutes and 14 seconds."
=One minute and four seconds later=
T'Vell stepped onto the bridge and looked around. Although her field of vision was impaired by the helmet of the EVA suit she was wearing, she could still see enough of the devastation to deduce that the crew on the bridge had not died easily.
She glanced down. One of the bodies even looked as though it had been stabbed, probably caused by a piece of flying debris.
A sparkle of light caught her eye and she looked up. Through the gaping hole in the ceiling, she could see the middle module of the Saturn hovering in space.
'It is understandable how humans can be captivated by such a sight', she thought.
Shaking her head and mentally chiding herself, she located the Command console and was surprised to see that it was not only operational, but it had not been locked out. She had full access to the ship's systems.
"Lieutenant, look OUT!"
She turned to see her companion throw himself in front of a downward sweep of a wicked looking blade wielded by a disheveled looking Romulan.
She was knocked off her feet and against a console as the Security Officer was stabbed and then stabbed again. Air and body fluids leaking into the vacuum of space.
The computer inside her suit sounded a warning, =A= Suit integrity compromised. Loss of atmosphere in 90 seconds. =A=, as she looked up into the mad grinning eyes of her, apparent, Romulan killer.
Behind the Romulan, a blue column of light silently deposited a form on the Romulan bridge. The Bat'leth immediately went up, and the face within the soft EVA suit contorted into a shouted battlecry. Mek'tor only wore the minimum required to operate safely in vacuum, a soft pressure suit, with maybe fifteen minutes of air and without a heater coil. Even with Klingon endurance, he wouldn't be able to remain on the ship for long.
Events suddenly went into slow-motion. Ai'Luxor pulled his blade from the security officer's limp body for the last time and sneered at T'Vell. Mek'tor's boots silently hit the deck of the bridge. One, two, three, four. The Romulan must have sensed the Klingon's approach, for his face contorted into confusion and turned towards Mek'tor.
Suddenly, sparks flew as the blades met. Speed apparently had gone to normal as Mek'tor's bat'leth arced in a blur, coming down in a vicious overhead chop. Ai'luxor wasn't a novice at hand-to-hand fighting, and he brought his dagger up to the perfect blocking position.
The two combatants grimaced at one another. Mek'tor's baritone rang through T'Vell's comm unit, =A= Get that data, Lieutenant! =A=, as they broke from each other and began to turn, Ai'Luxor clockwise, Mek'tor anticlockwise. T'vell nodded as she saw her XO was taking the battle away from the command console, enough for her to access it and get the data.
As T'Vell worked, Ai'Luxor charged Mek'tor, trying to force him into T'Vell and to push the Vulcan away from the console. Mek'tor met the charge and turned the blade with his bat'leth. The Romulan seemed to expect it, the bulk of his body continued to push forward. Mek'tor, however, stood his ground. He took the opportunity to punch the Romulan in the side, watching with satisfaction as the Romulan's arm twitched and his side buckled. Immediately the Romulan turned and brought his knife to bear, inside Mek'tor's reach.
The big Klingon couldn't block or dodge, all he could do was deflect the strike. He brought his arm around and punched the Romulan's wrist. The blade wavered and deflected... but not enough. The blade slid silently into Mek'tor's shoulder, the Klingon growled to himself in his helmet. He brought his arm up and backhanded the Romulan hard in the helmet, cracking his faceplate.
Ai'Luxor immediately stepped back, his hand slipping off his blade. Mek'tor shouted silently and brought his bat'leth around and gripped it in two hands, bringing maximum force to bear. The Romulan looked to the Klingon just in time to watch the blade sever his left arm off at the elbow. He immediately passed out from sheer shock and fell to the side, his blood and air gushing into vacuum.
Mek'tor grunted as he leaned against the command console, his voice rasping over the comm, =A= Lieutenant, how much time do we have? =A=
"One minute forty seven seconds." She glanced up and noticed the knife in his shoulder, "You should remove that, commander." Her hands still danced over the console, her tricorder resting to the side, open.
=A= No, Lieutenant. It is keeping a seal for now. =A=
Ens Brown came over the comms then, =A= Ma'am, I can't deactivate the self destruct! =A=
T'Vell nodded as she finished her work and closed her tricorder, "No matter, Ensign. Prepare your team for transport." She then switched over to the Saturn's channel, "T'Vell to Saturn, transport all life-signs on my mark." She would have given more explicit instructions, say to separate ant Romulans to the Brig, but this was the time to maximise succinctness. She hoped the officer manning the transport button had the presence of mind to do so unbidden.
"Mark." she said as her finger hit the command console, activating the one remaining impulse engine at maximum thrust. Immediately, everyone alive on the Avatar of Katrel was enveloped in blue columns and whisked away.
Everyone except Ai'Luxor. Whether the Saturn's sensors didn't detect him as still marginally alive, or perhaps they used all available patterns in the system in the one beam, nobody would know for certain. He blinked his eyes open, his arm painfully absent. He noted it laying a few meters away. He then looked up through the gaping hole in the ceiling, to see the Saturn and the starbase gradually receding and spinning. He lifted his truncated arm as if to shake it and shouted.
The badly damaged Norexan warbird slowly flew "downwards" in a spiral away from the starbase and the Saturn, spinning due to only having one operational impulse engine. After a few seconds, the singularity core went critical, immolating the warbird in an orange and green fireball. The shock wave buffeted the Saturn and the starbase, dealing little damage to both.
Mek'tor grinned as he dropped his EVA helmet and watched the warbird detonate. "Did you get that data, Lieutenant?"
T'Vell, her helmet already neatly placed to the side of her workstation turned, "Of course, Commander. I was able to download thirty four percent of the Romulan's computer core. The remainder was in storage devices that were damaged.
Mek'tor nodded, "Excellent. Transmit that data to the Commodore." He grunted as he fell into his command chair and ripped the serrated Romulan blade from his shoulder. He eyeballed it a moment then slipped it next to him on the command chair while the bridge medic field-patched his wound. A fitting souvenir, he thought.
MEK'TOR, CDR, STARFLEET
Executive Officer, USS Saturn
Lieutenant (Junior Grade) T'Vell (oO)
Chief Science Officer
USS Saturn NCC 2822-B
Task Force 3 – Sixth Fleet RPG