End Game

Posted on Sun Nov 10th, 2019 @ 9:42am by Commodore Phoenix Lalor-Richardson & Quinn [ADMIN NPC]

Mission: Masquerade Back posts
Location: USS Elysium - Various
Timeline: Current
5551 words - 11.1 OF Standard Post Measure

Previously:

Delta Group


"We already know the phasers don't work, we're going to need to find projectile weapons somewhere. Marine deck is our best shot." Anje stated, a little distressed by having to go back to ballistics so soon after Cortic, "Fray, you know the tubes better than anyone, can you get there from here?"

Savar listened to the ambassador. "An excellent idea Ambassador. Would any projectile weapons be stored in the weapons armory " He inquired.

Tate listened quietly to the various theories concerning their predicament. She agreed they needed to prepare themselves for combat of some sort because even in the absence of more specific information, it was clear they were facing some danger. Still, she wasn't convinced the threat was as easily identified as the supposed ship wide announcement had suggested. Would such an enemy truly bother to incarcerate just some of them here, only to make it relatively easy for them to escape initial captivity? There was also no indication that the ship was engaged in any sort of battle prior to the announcement, supposedly from the Captain. Furthermore, of all the people aboard the ship, Sullivan didn't consider herself one of the most threatening, so why with potential boarders incarcerate her? "I agree we should attempt to arm ourselves, but it also goes without saying we should prepare to engage in hand to hand combat if we need to. Something isn't right about this whole situation, and I think we should be cautiously skeptical about the announcement we just heard, given the absence of anything to support it."

Savar nodded his head in Tate's direction. "The counselor speaks logically and correctly. While I do not doubt that was the Captain's voice we however don't know if was prerecorded and we should proceed with caution until we know something definite one way or another."

Beta Group

"Maybe their rouge Jam Hadar. Reports said that many of them didn't respond to the recall order." Carter looked around the corridor. "We need to arm ourselves, captain. That was the captain who gave that order over the comms." He looked around. "If you're going to just stand here and maybe wait to be slaughtered, that's your business....I plan on defending myself." With that, he took off running to the armory.

Naxea gestured at Carter with her head. "Is he always this ignorant?" she asked the others. "Running blind through the corridor during a possible boarding without even one of the glass shanks I made for everyone to protect himself is just going to get him killed." She stepped out into the corridor and then looked at Commander Qwyyn. "The way looks clear, ma'am. I just hope we don't come across Carter's corpse."

"Let's do our best to catch up with him before that happens then," she agreed. She reached out to take hold of Naxea's elbow. "At your discretion. You've got the tactical training to get us through this as safely as possible. Let's get moving and find out exactly what's going on here."

Naxea nodded and began to move down the corridor at a more careful but fast pace, stopping only at junctions and intersections, seeing the corridors were clear. Her mind raced, wondering if there were Jem H'dar, were they using their cloaking ability? It wouldn't be too much longer until they would reach the armory.

Carter came around the corner, carrying 3 phaser rifles and several hand phasers. He handed out the weapons to the others in the group. "Lieutenant Smith, reporting back in, sir."

"Try some garbage like that again, lieutenant and I'll shoot you myself," Naxea snapped. "Running through the ship alone and leaving the group while a possible hostile force is aboard was the single most dumbest thing you could have done."

Lunara gave him an incredulous look. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you had a death wish." She wondered what passed for combat training these days.

Alpha Group

"If not a mute-nee, mebbe an infil-trayshun then?" Gallia offered, they'd spent a lot of time in the Academy on infiltrators, especially shape shifters, since the end of the war, and who knew if the damn Romulans hadn't left someone behind to screw with the Elyisum some more...

Suddenly the main doors opened and then over the Comm came: "Attention all hands. We are under attack. We have Jem Hadar on decks 23, 34, 16, 19 and 4. All civilians are to remain in the shelters. All crew prepare to repel boarders. Lethal force has been authorized. All turbolifts are down."

"We need to get to Devil Dog country and double time." Rhodes growled, "Get our hands on some serious fire power."

"The Jemmies?" Gallia raised an eyebrow, "Thot doesna mech sense though, unless the Duminyon is suckin' aboot fahr rand two."

Jess moved to a nearby console and tried the coms controls. She then turned on an intercom to her pilots. "This is Lieutenant Vaii to all pilots. Get to the damn bays, I want birds, in the air, right goddamned now!"

Gamma Group

Around them suddenly the holodeck shimmered and faded, revealing its standard black and gold grid. And then over the Comm came:
"Attention all hands. We are under attack. We have Jem Hadar on decks 23, 34, 16, 19 and 4. All civilians are to remain in the shelters. All crew prepare to repel boarders. Lethal force has been authorized. All turbolifts are down."

Miran watched as the mek'leth she'd just procured returned to the nothingness from which it sprang, leaving her with no other choice but to remove the chain from her neck and wrap it around her fist, ~If nothing else whoever kills me can get their nose broken...~

Arrianna raised her eyebrow. "This might explain a few things, Get to your stations, now!"

Ken let out a breath he had been holding all the while. "I wished that I didn't have to deal with the fake Klingons and now I've got real Jem'Hadar instead." He shook his head even as he set off for his station.

Epsilon Group

Suddenly the main doors opened and then over the Comm came: "Attention all hands. We are under attack. We have Jem Hadar on decks 23, 34, 16, 19 and 4. All civilians are to remain in the shelters. All crew prepare to repel boarders. Lethal force has been authorized. All turbolifts are down."

Fernando straightened up as the announcement came over the com, "What?" He asked looking at the others. "That doesn't sound right. Have any of you heard and phasers being fired or any explosions?"

"No," T'Kek replied. "Jem H'dar attackers do not make sense in our area of space. However, we should proceed with caution."

Varis smiled, he was amazed at how even a Starfleet crew could not get concensus on how to proceed. As a civilian he decided to err on the side of caution and do what the announcement had said to do. His office was a marked shelter, so he would remain right where he was. Varis only hoped that these unexpected guests would leave soon. He wanted to get some work done.

The gorn had been listening and his reptilian ears couldn't hear anything. " No, I haven't heard anything.Ssstill if I remember correctly the nearessst armoury isssn't far. Arming ourselvesss ssshould be a top priority."

"It is Doctor." Fernando replied, And we should make our way there as quickly as possible. Then make our way to the bridge while making key locations secure."'

Zeta Group

Around them suddenly the holodeck shimmered and faded, revealing its standard black and gold grid. And then over the Comm came:
"Attention all hands. We are under attack. We have Jem Hadar on decks 23, 34, 16, 19 and 4. All civilians are to remain in the shelters. All crew prepare to repel boarders. Lethal force has been authorized. All turbolifts are down."

Jason looked around hardly believing it was that easy. "Well let's move people. Keep our formation and grab any weapons we come across, this could still be a Sim." He said.

Looking around her, Imik could sense something different. "You maybe correct Lieutenant, but my people fought the Jem'Hadar centuries ago. We can feel them when they are close, and I am telling you. There are Jem'Hadar very close, we need to find weapons quickly or we will die".

“Of course this is still a Sim, were being made to chase our own damn tail.” S’hib snorted, kicking the wall behind him with a loud crack. The force of the blow overcoming whatever projections were in place, cracking the original holographic tile before the computer hastily knitted the distorted simulation back together.

"If We're Really being boarded by Jem'hadar, I'm going to need supplies...," Nevada said quietly her eyes closing as she tried to remember the wounds she'd treated During the Dominion war. Age and time had warped her memory Slightly, but such a Gruesome series of Wounds would Forever haunt her memories.

Moving into the corridor S'hib assessed either end, as he did so his spear vanished along with the rest of the damnable maze but he was thankful he could not see any Jem'Hadar. "This isn't a sim... let's move everyone." He said hastily accessing a wall panel, the rows of rifles and phaser pistols rotating around.

"Jason we need to get to Deck four... It's the closest deck to us with intruders ." S'hib snorted, moving down the corridor. "We can use the Arboretum to get there." He added

Imik picked up both a phaser and a rifle, she was using her mind walk to see how far away the Jem'Hadar are. What she see's makes her shiver, the Jem'Hadar are on the move towards them. She turns and faces Jason, "Lieutenant, I would advise caution. The intruders are moving towards us, it would appear about 12 Jem'Hadar will arrive in around two or three of your minuets". She then looks at S'hib, "Ensign, take care. You will be the first they see, make sure you are not the first they injure or kill".

"I have no intention on getting shot today." S'hib said grimly shouldering his rifle, aiming it forward as he moved down the corridor.

Jason took a rifle from the locker, "Everyone grab a rifle, we must take them by suprise, so lets get moving towards a more advantages position." Jason said loudly.

Nodding in approval, Imik took up a position a little further forward than the Star Fleet personnel. She wanted a clear field of fire, and having never been in combat with Humans she needed to know they were not going to interfere with that. She turned both the rifle and phaser up to full power, as far as the Ojnas were concerned the Jem'Hadar deserved only death.

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Bridge

Phoenix sat in the center chair, wishing that she could access the turbolift and bring people to the bridge. But she knew she had to leave them locked down.

She watched the scans, and on decks 23, 34, 16, 19 and 4, heavy boots marched towards Starfleet officers.

Deck 4

A group of 6 Jem'Hadar moved down the halls, weapons at the ready.

As Naxea led Beta Group down the corridor, she heard the sound of heavier boots moving towards them. She raised her hand, balled in a fist, for the group to stop. She had only a moment to react and they had just passed a nearby junction. She waved the group back urgently, pointing to the side corridors as that would be their only means of cover. Just as Naxea stepped behind the corner of the side corridor, a disruptor blast struck the bulkhead next to her head as a Jem'Hadar soldier stepped forward into view, immediately followed by 5 others. "Shit!" she cursed before returning fire.

Lunara yelled out a few particularly rude words in Trill, diving back behind a wall and readying her phaser.

Carter stayed behind the wall, and leaned the rifle out and fired off several shots, not knowing if he hit anything.

Carter kept firing his phaser rifle as more Jemmies came forward. "Why aren't they cloaking?" he called out.

"Jem 'Hadar cannot cloak themselves while they are attacking and their cloak would be useless in the middle of a firefight in a confined space such as the corridors of a starship," Naxea commented sternly as she returned fire, striking a Jem 'Hadar in the chest as he fell to the deck.

Something felt off to Carter. "Something feels off. These Jem Hadar, their not even trying to take cover. Their behavior less like Jemmies and more like robots." Carter fired off 3 quick shots still not looking where he was firing.

"Save it 'til after we're done!" Lunara leaned out and fired a series of rapid shots before ducking back behind cover. She still knew how to handle herself in a fight, but her muscle memory wasn't quite back yet.

Hearing phaser fire up ahead S'hib took off into a sprint, overtaking Imik as he moved up against the bulkhead and leaned around. "I count four hostiles, they're engaging the crew but we have them outflanked." he said, rushing to the other side of the corridor as a stray phaser whizzed past. "Everyone ready?" He said peaking around once more as the last four Jem'Hadar continued moving down the corridor towards the other group.

Jason sprinted towards S'hib's location, "Ensign, I suggest you not run into a fight you know nothing about. That's a good way to end up dead." He said hitting the wall on the other side of him. He looked behind himself to see where the rest of the team were and waved them forward and to hug the wall before he looked back at the borders. "Imik, you and S'hib engage the borders when your ready, I'll cover you." He said over his shoulder with a half turn of his head hoping she could her him.

S'hib glared at Jason with an uncharacteristic frown, He felt he had done everything correctly - Now wasn't the time to argue, however. "Waiting on your go, sir." He said with a deep snort, gripping his phaser tighter as he prepared to move into the corridor.

"Now." Jason called out.

As Jason gave the order, Imik raised her rifle to the port position and slowly moved forwards. Her eye's scanned side to side in the hope of catching any movement, she mind walked ahead of herself and could see a Jem'Hadar taking aim at S'hib. "Ensign! Down!" She shouted, as phaser fire pock marked the wall above S'hib's head. She herself couldn't take aim at the Jem'Hadar as it was on the same side of the corridor as herself, with luck Jason could get a better shot at the enemy or perhaps S'hib himself could kill the Jem'Hadar. Imik so wanted to use mental communication with the Star Fleet Officers, but her orders strictly forbade it. Sensing rather than seeing the movement, Imik took aim at a Jem'Hadar head and fired. A satisfying thud proved either a hit or the said Jem'Hadar had taken cover. She now stopped and waited for further orders, having reached a junction she needed to know which way Jason wanted her to proceed.

S’hib had crouched down as he came around the corner, the disruptor shot Imik warned striked the wall just above him in a shower of sparks and molten bulkhead-the blast of heat washed over his mane as he watched the Jem’Hadar that just tried to kill him fly backwards. “Target down!” S’hib snorted before quickly moving down the corridor, kneeling once more before firing twice as another Jem’Hadar turned around. The first phaser hit his shoulder, the impact did nothing more than garner a snarl in response. The second shot however found its mark, armour and soft tissue alike vaporised just below the Jem’Hadars neck. A cloud of Ketracel white sprayed from a loose pipe as the man keeled over, clutching the hole below his neck. “Two left!” S’hib shouted as he hurried into the cover of a door alcove, his hooves clattering against the floor as he tried to ignore the Jem’Hadar next to him, the burn mark on his forehead still steaming.

Seeing two Jem 'Hadar fall from foreign fire, told Naxea of other Starfleet Officers in the area. However comm was down so she couldn't know who or to coordinate the attack with them. She looked back at Commander Qwyyn. "We have reinforcements, ma'am!" She then to look at the others, "Everyone be sure of your target and aim before firing! We don't want to hit any of our own!" She fired again as she realized the Jem 'Hadar were closing the gap at a fast sprint. She realized in that moment their plan--to die but to take as many out as possible in hand to hand combat. They possessed superior strength and stamina than any in her group, herself included. The two Jem 'Hadar let out a roaring battle cry and they laid down a steady barrage of disruptor fire in their charge.

S’hib watched the events unfold and could see what was happening, the Jem’Hadar had closed the gap at a blinding pace and knives had been drawn. “Lieutenant, Imik... cover me.” S’hib said grimly as he placed his rifle to the floor and broke from cover, Hooves digging into the floor as he bounded down the corridor at a full Sequellian gallop.

Imik watch incredulous as S'hib took off running, raising her rifle she fired shot after shot in the general direction S'hib had gone. She now advanced to where S'hib had been in the alcove, she looked around for Jason.

Running at this speed off a treadmill felt oddly exhilarating, though perhaps it was the gunfire and adrenaline in his veins instead. Either way his thoughts on the matter came to an abrupt end, his powerful legs dug into the floor one last time and he threw himself into a tackle at a Jem’Hadar advancing on Beta group.

The force of the impact nearly knocked S’hib out, white specs of light danced at the side of his eyes as he found himself ontop of the Jem’Hadar - whom did not seem to pleased to be having his spiny face pushed into the carpet of Elysium.

Putting her rifle next to Shib's, Imik now checked her hand phaser. And then followed S'hib to his final point of contact, she reached him as the Jem'Hadar below him turned with his blade aimed for S'hibs back. Without thinking she now grabbed the Ensign by the collar and pulled, at the same time and at point blank range she fired at the Jem'Hadar. Imik pulled the Ensign back to the alcove, only then did she feel the blood running down her arm. The Jem'Hadar had stabbed her before she gave him death, he had been hit at full power and at close range. That was one that Imik knew she had killed, she now turned to S'hib. "Ensign! Do not enter a combat situation without a weapon, consider your self on report for endangering a representative of the Ojnas Republic". She then smacked S'hib upside of the head, "Lieutenant!! We need assistance if you please, this fool now has us trapped!" She picked up both rifles handing one to the Ensign, "I suggest you resume firing at the enemy, I will assist in that endeavour".

“With all due respect.” S’hib said with a deep snort, towering over the Ojnas. “If you was so concerned about your own safety... you shouldn't have followed me.” He finished before pushing her back into the alcove. “Keep pressure on the wound, and stay put.” S’hib added with another snort as a disruptor round hit the door frame.

Instinctively he moved out into the corridor and levelled his rifle, two phaser bolts left the muzzle as a flash of disruptor struck S’hibs left hip. the pain was immense, a burning ripple of over stimulated nerves washed over his body.

He watched as what he hoped was the final Jem’Hadar on this deck fall to the floor as he too fell to his knees and then painfully onto his side. “I should have stayed on the farm.” He coughed, pulling himself up against the wall, his left leg dragging limply over the carpet.

“You ok?” He said to Imik while levelling his rifle again, the barrel dropping slightly every so often.

Jason moved forward when Imik called, he watched as the Jem'Hadar fell and moved forward cover them. He stopped next to the alcove they were in and turned his head over his shoulder. " Doc take care if them everyone else cover them." Jason said as he continued forward towards the borders.

Seeing the final Jem 'Hadar fall, Naxea moved put of cover, keeping her phaser rifle at the ready, seeing all was clear. "Clear!" she called back to the others. She walked over to S'hib. "That was a brave and yet stupid thing to do. Good job, Ensign. How are you feeling?" she grinned.

“Oh you know...” S’hib said wincing as he shifted his weight, putting his back fully against the wall. “I’ll walk it off ma’am.” He added, with gritted teeth as he put his hand over the tattered and burnt uniform and flesh.

Glancing at Jason, Imik nodded. "I will survive thank you, how is our wayward Ensign?" She then looked at S'hib, "Ensign, my concern was towards a fellow comrade. If I can not protect that comrade, I am a poor soldier". She looked at her arm as her green blood seeped down to the floor, "I was slow, and allowed my concern to interfere with my effectiveness". She now looked at the new female Officer, "We have other Jem'Hadar to eliminate do we not? I can not remain here while the enemy lives, permission to continue please?"

“You plan to bleed over half the ship?” S’hib quipped before chuckling to himself, his injuries protesting in turn as he let out a painful whine. “You should get your arm ...seen to first, Imik.” he added, not really noticing his own blood starting to pool beside him.

"Neither one of you are going anywhere," Naxea said as she removed her uniform jacket. She then ripped the sleeve, grabbing Imik's hand and wrapping the torn cloth around her arm and tying it tightly. "That should hold until we find a medical kit. She looked at S'hib's wound, which was more serious. "This will hurt a bit but it will stop the bleeding. I'm going to use my phaser to cauterize the wound for now.

“Great, I get to be shot twice.” S’hib said as he moved his hand away and prepared for another round of fire to burn through his nervous system

Naxea set her phaser to the heat setting and fired it for a second as her phaser closed the bleeding wound. "There."

As his flesh cauterised S’hib found himself throwing his head back against the wall, a deep throaty neigh escaping through gritted teeth - a part of him hoped he would pass out, slip into a deep slumber and wake up when this was all over. Maybe later he thought, looking up at Naxea with watery eyes. “Honestly I preferred the disruptor...” He managed to say before trailing off into a painful laugh filled whine.

Doctor McKay had been Hugging the Walls of the corridor, her Toned dark hand Almost white knuckled as she gripped the Emergency Medical Kit she'd Pulled from the weapons locker, Her other hand clenching a Phaser with a grip she could have sworn would break it, her fingers or both. She hated combat training. Hated the sensation it sent through her body as Adrenalin coursed through her veins. But this, this was her first time in real combat. And it was revolting to her, but her instincts were good, even after Decades of barely hidden age, The moment Ensign S'hib went down she fumbled with the medical kit, her hands moving with half forgotten Muscle memory as she Mentally recited the Clotting agents that worked best against the Plasma Rifles used by the Jem'Hadar.

"This is gonna hurt," she said, unsure if He'd heard her voice, or if she'd actually said that aloud, the hectic combat having scattered her normal calm to the wind. She Jammed the Cocktail of Pain killers and clotting agents into the hypospray, took a moment to set the device for an area dispersal pattern and quickly dosed his wounds in the thick numbing Mist.

"Right, now that we have that sorted and we have more people we can retake our ship. Captain Naxea what's your group's status." Jason said.

"Commander Qwyyn is the senior officer in my group," she gestured at the woman. "We're all uninjured and armed."

Jason nodded and looked at the commander. "Commander, I don't think we have meet yet." He asked.

Imik watched as McKay worked on S'hib, taking a look into the med kit she spotted a dermal regenerator. She reached in and took it, slowly and with care she started to treat her own wound. It wasn't as if she distrusted the Star Fleet medic, but she was painfully aware that they had no idea how to treat her injuries. Ojnas react differently to Humans to a regenerator, so a very different technique is required when using it. As she worked her blood dripped slowly onto the floor, a green pool forming and soaking the carpet. The blood now slowed and stopped as Imik worked on her wound, flexing her hand she noted that everything had knotted together and no leakage was happening. She moved her arm and although a bit stiff Imik knew it was more than able to do what was required, standing up she picked up her rifle and hand phaser and checked the power left in them. Both had at least three quarters charge, she now turned to Jason. "Lieutenant, I am now ready and able to continue. To which group do you wish me to join?"

"Somebody needs to get to the bridge..." S'hib interjected, his words trembling off his lips as he stubbornly tried to get up. He and his efforts however soon came back down to the deck, a deeply frustrated snort leaving his nostrils as his backside hit the floor. "You should leave me here, this deck is secure... and you'll all be needed elsewhere." He finished, moving his rifle back onto his lap.

"Negative, ensign. No one gets left behind," Naxea said sternly as she offered arm to help him stand. "On your feet, or hooves rather. As for joining which group, we stay together and make our way down to the bridge where we'll leave you, ensign, so you and some of the others can man tactical and the other stations while I go on and help secure the ship." She didn't want to speak for anyone else, but she had to make sure her Marines and Security Officers were ok.

Carter was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed, his breath shallow. His rifle laid on the ground next to him. He was tired. He was tired of what was happening. He didn't sign up for this. He just wanted this nightmare to end.

Standing was tremendously painful regardless of the hypospray, but he was glad to be off the floor. "Thank you, captain." S'hib groaned, clutching his hip with his left hand "I'll try to keep up." He added while coughing, the bitter taste of his own blood offending his lips.



Deck 16

A group of 12 Jem'Hadar moved down the halls, weapons at the ready.



Deck 19

A group of 20 Jem'Hadar moved down the halls, weapons at the ready.

Ten of them split off and headed down another corridor, heading to the Security Offices . The remaining 10 headed for the turbolifts.

T'Kek peered down the dimly lit corridor, his Vulcan hearing picking up heavy boots. "We need to find cover now," he said, "and find some weapons." He wasn't positive but he believed the nearest armory was on Deck 20 but the security offices may have weapons.

There had been ballistic weapons in the Security armory, much to Anje's delight, and she had dished a few out to her group, "Okay, we need to move out expeditiously, but damned carefully." She instructed, thinking back on the many hours of training that she totally never received from her Aunt, ~Probably going to end up having to explain some shit after this....~ Anje mentally bemoaned the situation, though she'd already decided it was better than dying, "I'll take point." She leveled her TR-110-K pistol and switched on it's holographic site, "Let's go." ~If I survive this, I'm going to tell them the story about this gun's designation, Kerri will never forgive me...~

Savar listened to Anje as she gave her instructions to the small group. When she was finished he arched an eyebrow, "The operative word here Commander is quietly. We do not wish to attract the attention of the Jem'Hadar or perhaps we should or more specifically one of us should." He looked at Anje as he explained. " IF I can get some of them to follow me, then you Commander and the others can overpower and disarm them. Taking their weapons and even the odds somewhat."

T'Kek and Epsilon Group made their way down a side corridor as quickly and quietly as they could before T'Kek felt the wind get knocked out of him as a Jem 'Hadar decloaked at slamming the butt of his rifle into T'Kek's chest as he saw more decloak, some firing at the group before engaging in hand to hand. T'Kek's chest throbbed with pain as snapped his legs out, striking the Jem 'Hadar hard behind the knee, causing him to fall to his knee, dropping his rifle in the process. This was the opportunity T'Kek needed as he grabbed the Jem 'Hadar, pulling him to the deck--the two struggled to gain an advantage.


Deck 23

In Computer Core Level 5, a group of Jem'Hadar began smashing consoles.


Deck 34

A group of 16 Jem'Hadar moved down the halls, weapons at the ready.

8 moved off towards the Tactical Information Centre Level 1.

Having heard the captain's orders, all 120 Marines of the 61st Marine Detachment had immediately donned their heavy assault armor and CQB weapons and split up to cover various decks and sections, working their way up the ship. PFC Durak was anxious as this was his first combat mission. Now would be his time to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt to everyone, especially Captain Azhul that he belonged in the Starfleet Marines as much as any other Marine. He kept his rifle at the ready as he and a squad of Marines moved down the corridor in a staggered formation, headed for the TIC. A moment the point Marine, Lance Corporal Yarbi opened fire as a Jem 'Hadar uncloaked in front of him, driving a dagger into the Marine's armor, protecting Yarbi from a fatal wound. Yarbi fired point blank at the Jem 'Hadar's upper chest, sending the Jem 'Hadar reeling back to the deck as seven more Jem 'Hadar decloaked and attacked. Durak moved forward with the other Marines, to close the distance, taking aimed shots as two Jem 'Hadar fell from the fire. Other Marines either fired or dug their Ka-bars into the Jem 'Hadar, finishing the contact only moments later.

"You ok, Lance Corporal Yabi?" asked Sergeant Armstrong.

Yabi pulled the knife from his armor and hefted it before placing it into cargo pocket. "Yes Sergeant. This new armor that Captain Azhul requested is great."

"Outstanding. Let's wipe these bastards from our ship," Sergeant Armstrong said.

"Semper Fi," Yabi said as he turned and kept moving down the corridor.

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BRIDGE
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Phoenix was laying under the console for Operations trying to get the system back fully under her control. She didn't see the flash of light off to her left but she definitely felt the foot kick her leg. Shoving clear she sat up and stared at the red head sitting in her Chair.

"Well. you are looking well" the red head said calmly, almost idly examining her perfect nails.

Phoenix stared and slowly got to her feet. "Quinn?" She got out half stunned. "What...?"

"Yes Me, I just dropped by, looks like you have an problem Pene."

Gaining back the use of her voice, Phoenix took a breath. "What are you doing here?"

"As I said i am just dropping by. And now I see you have a major issue. You and your crew could use a break." She smirked. "How about I send these Jem Hadar and their Changeling to Starfleet Command, with your compliments, and then" she snapped her fingers and there was a bright white light. The woman known as Quinn, was still there, this time, the casual clothes were gone and her starfleet uniform was in place. She wore Lt. Commander Pips.

"How... fitting" Phoenix growled out.

"All of your enemies are gone now Captain... lets bring your senior staff to the bridge... I have a gift for you all!"

Before Phoenix could lunge and stop her, she snapped her fingers again. "QUINN!"

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