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Post by Captain Valdora on Oct 26, 2009 14:41:27 GMT -5
"Alright cloak now! Lower shields and armour. Durn give the shuttles permission to land!" He called out in a hurry.
Before the shuttles the Enterprise disaperred into nothing. Now it was up to their piloting skills.
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Post by John on Oct 26, 2009 14:50:43 GMT -5
Looking over the shoulder of the pilot Shepard yells back to the rest of the passengers "Hang on, this is gonna be a rough landing!" There was no time to slow down, the two shuttles would be crashing into the deck, and even inertial dampeners couldn't negate that kind of force. In all likelihood there would be injuries. But his marines could take he, they had all taken crash training, they knew how to prepare.
Buckling in Shepard says "Alright boys, girls and others, get ready, i want you all out of this bird the minute we hit the deck, everyones reporting to sickbay for full scans." He smiles at the grimaces and groans from his marines, and at they displeased 'Aye aye, sir's he gets in reply. "And after wards you can clean your gear... before heading to the holodecks for some rec time, you earned it." He adds, his marines reply with hoots and cheers before the shaking begins and everyone focuses on the matter at hand, not getting injured in the crash landing.
A moment later the two shuttles slam into the deck of the now invisable Enterprise and screech to a halt, long drag marks on the deck where they crashed. Grunting with the effort Shepard gets up "Alright Marines, check your buddies, make sure everyones fine, then move out." He orders as he heads to check the pilots.
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Post by Doctor Calvin Foley on Oct 26, 2009 15:12:35 GMT -5
Watching the Marines start to pile out of the shuttles Dr Foley as secretly pleased to see most of them walking rather than being carried. He quickly dispatched his medical teams to check on the ones with visible injuries.
"Alright , if you would all please listen up!" Foley bellowed over the general noise that now filled the shuttlebay.
" I want EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU! Down in sick bay within the next ten minutes for a full check! You do NOT leave until myself or one of my medical staff give you the all clear to go! That includes you Major Shepard! Thats an order as Chief Medical Officer of this ship!"
After making his throat raw with shouting , Dr Foley quickly rushed foward to help tend to the more serious injuries before starting to herd everyone to sickbay.
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Post by Major Randall Gordon on Oct 26, 2009 15:19:05 GMT -5
((This post happens before shuttle two is boarded and we land etc))
Gordon had slipped away from the others back to shuttle two to prepare a short but sweet defense to cover their transit to the shuttle itself, and currently he was cloaked outside of the door to the area where shuttle two was. He noticed two drones, one in the left corner of the room and one in the right corner. "~here goes.~" he said, pulling out his M1911A1 and attaching the sound suppressor to it, holding it in one hand while unsheathing his combat knife in the other.
After that preparation he took a moment to observe their patrol route, noting that it was circular and said route took them behind a pair of large boxes on either side of the room. When drone number one began to walk behind the box, he made his move, silently trailing behind it before making his move when the drone on the other side of the room wasn't looking.
Grabbing the first drone in a headlock, Gordon quickly severed the adaptive shield with his combat knife, and then used his weight to put the drone in the floor, then he stood up and aimed his silenced pistol down, firing six times, two in the drone's spinal cord (one in the base of the neck, one in the lower back), two in the drone's shoulder sockets, and two in the back of the knees, severing the connection to the drone's legs. Having disabled his target while keeping its lifesign intact in order to fool the other drone's sensors, he prepared phase two of his plan.
By this time, the second drone was just coming into view again, so he quickly attached the sound suppressor to the M21 Sniper rifle, then took out an extra ACCW that he had been given, switching it to the highest ion frequency before setting it to be electronically fired via a button on his wrist tricorder. Then once the drone reached a quarter of the way to his position, he threw the weapon forward, getting its attention, pressing the button on his tricorder as it was in mid air four times, all four ion blasts hitting the drone straight on and disabling its shields.
Before the weapon hit the ground, he quickly picked up the sniper rifle and fired two times, once through the drone's central plexus, and once through the drone's brain, causing it to topple backwards like a ton of bricks. After dispatching the disabled drone and reloading his pistol mag, The 1st Lieutenant's communicator crackled to life as he picked up the ACCW again, =/\= Shepard to Gordon where the hell are you soldier?" "Shuttle Two Major, just took care of a pair of unwelcomed guests." "Good, well get ready to cover us, there are drones on our tail." "Roger that sir, Out." =/\=
Gordon then proceeded to take out three of his upgraded claymores, and set them up, one at an angle facing the door, and two half the distance to the shuttle. He bound the firing controls of the devices to his wrist tricorder. After that he set up a makeshift firing position for himself near the shuttle as he waited.
Two minutes later the Major and the rest of the Marines filed through the door, double-timing it towards the shuttle, and as soon as the last Marine was safely by, the drones started to file in. He waited for five of them to come through before hitting the first button on his tricorder, the claymore going off and killing the drones mentioned. More came through the door, and one of the Privates hesitated on the ramp, looking at Gordon like he was crazy. He noticed this, "Get in the shuttle soldier, I'm right behind you." he said, turning his head again to see 10 drones near the place where he planted his second claymore, so he hit the button again, another explosion taking place as the drones were thrown back into their friends, but after a moment of confusion, recovered, advancing further.
At this point, Gordon picked up his rifle and got on the ramp, being the last one, but turned to see that the column of drones had become pretty large, around 25 in number. "Merry Christmas." he said before pushing the third button on his tricorder, a third explosion piercing through the background as all of the clustered drones fell.
Gordon then threw himself through the door into the shuttle, shouting, "Go!" as the marines threw special charges before the shuttle door closed.
A few minutes later Gordon sat on the floor of the shuttle, catchin a breather as the shuttle came closer to the embattled Enterprise, and he braced for impact as they landed hard. Once he heard the Major's orders he helped his fellow Marines up and out of the shuttle, and listened to the Doctor's rant, feeling it was better to be safe than sorry.
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Post by Doctor Faith Nomonor on Oct 26, 2009 15:20:15 GMT -5
she hefted up what may or may not have been an unconscious Jack, carrying him in her arms as the rest of the marines on her ship were in good enough condition to carry themselves to sickbay at least with helping each other out. It didn't take her long to track down Foley yelling above the crowd, the glow of her eyes brighter than normal and with a more severe yellow tint to the normal green... not much needed to be said right now.
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Post by Captain Valdora on Oct 26, 2009 15:24:01 GMT -5
Valdora stood hearing the cloak failing. "Were losing cloak" reported ops. "The shuttles have landed" came another voice. "Right. Drop cloak, raise shields and divert all power to engines and shields!" He ordered. The Enterprise faded into view and was immediately fired upon again as soon as the efficient cubes picked her up. She was being hammered from all sides. "Shields at 30%!" "Captain" Durn spoke "we are being hailed." "On speakers" Valdora replied as he sat in his chair, sparks flying around him. "We are the Borg. Lower your shields and surrender to us. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your will adapt to service us. You must comply. Resistance is futile" Came the collective voice of millions of drones. "That will be the day" Valdora scoffed "Ensign engage maximum slipstream and get us the hell out of here. Engage!"
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Post by Ambassador Elizabeth Langley on Oct 26, 2009 15:28:43 GMT -5
"With Pleasure" Elizabeth smiled as she reached across the console to press the correct button. As soon as it was pressed, the stars on the viewscreen elongated as the ship jumped to warp. Before solifiying into the Tunnel like appearence of the Slipsteam engines. "We're at full Slipstream velocity Captain"
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Post by Captain Valdora on Oct 26, 2009 15:31:19 GMT -5
Valdora sat back with a sigh of relief. "If Lieutenant Cambell has returned have him begin repairs, I want full casualty reports from the Doctor and have all other efforts focused on getting that data sorted out and sent to Starfleet command. Its not over yet" he gave orders and stepped down heading for his office "I'll be in my ready room."
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Post by John on Oct 26, 2009 15:50:05 GMT -5
Looking at the doctor and shaking his head Shepard says "Well that was unnecessary Doc, i already gave that order." He grins and says "Alright, thats go make sure we didin't bring home some nasty Borg bug, you all know how drity those things are." Shepard turns and joins the crew in getting the wounded down to sickbay, before sitting on a bed and waiting for his check up. A grim look at his face at the number of red and yellow status indicators for his marines. Sighing Shepard activates his com and says "Lt. Gordon. Report to the captain the minute you are checked out and report on the mission, i will give a full report later, but give him the basic rundown. Don't worry about the others, i will remain here and keep an eye on everyone."
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Post by Lt Jade Mandelo on Oct 26, 2009 15:53:41 GMT -5
Jade sat on the edge of her biobed pleading that she could return to duty with the medical staff. "Operations are handling getting the data to starfleet" she was told. "But I should be doing it!" She protested "I should at least be on the bridge." "Well when you have been cleared to leave you can but I recomend your quaters..."she glared at the nurse "I will get a Doctor."
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Post by Major Randall Gordon on Oct 26, 2009 16:13:26 GMT -5
He received the communication as he was being checked out by a nurse in sickbay, and nodded, tapping his combadge, =/\= Roger sir, Gordon out. He jogged out of sickbay after being given a clean bill of health by the nurse, with instructions to take it easy for a day or two, and moved to the turbolift, still in his armor. "Deck 1, Bridge." he said, the computer complying as he moved up, then after walking out onto the bridge, he rung the chime at the Captain's Ready Room.
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Post by Captain Valdora on Oct 26, 2009 16:26:29 GMT -5
Captains Log Supplemental
It has been over seven hours since our encounter with the Borg fleet. Repairs are underway and we managed to keep up slipstream for two hours before it failed and needed repair. It was however enough to lose any pursuing vessels. Commendation for Cambell and his staff. I am reading over the reports from the away team and also reviewing the recordings their devices made included a full video log from each team member. Commendation for every member of the marine squad also. Our casualties included ship bound and the away mission appear to be 20%. Not bad considering we went up against a massive Borg fleet. Our new amour and reinforced shields held....barely. But is was a hit and run mission and I hope the data will be enough for starfleet to stop this new Borg threat. I can't help feeling bad that we ran and that others ships, other crews, will have to deal with this. I keep telling myself "what else could you do. You did more than your assigned duty" but somehow it doesn't cut it. This was meant to be a low risk stealth operation but the Borg were ready for us, they found us and the rest of the mission after that was a mess resulting in way to many losses of life. But we did our job. That is what we were asked to do. I just wish I was part of the armada going up against that fleet. I just wish I could of done more.
Captain Valdora reached over and grabbed his glass, taking a drink of the red liquid and placing the glass back on the table while keeping his eye on the report. It was the seventh full report he had read on the incident. Despite his feelings on how the mission unfolded he felt a great sense of pride at how his crew, both Marine and Officers, dealt with it. He had called for first Lieutenant Gordon to come to his Ready Room, it was his report he was in fact reading.
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Post by Doctor Calvin Foley on Oct 26, 2009 17:00:24 GMT -5
Sickbay had only just quieted down and Dr Foley was feeling exhausted. Most of the marines had left with only minor injuries. There were a fair few who would be remaining in sickbay for a couple of days and sadly , there were those who would not be leaving.
Calvin looked over and saw Dr Nomonor seeing to someone. He approached the tall alien and put a hand on her shoulder.
" Go and get some rest. That is an order , no arguing" he said quietly and walked away.
Looking around again he surveyed he fatalities. The unmoving bodies covered entirely by white sheets and he shook his head. He hated losing anyone. He decided he would leave it up to Major Shepard to do what he wanted to honor his comrades.
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Post by Major Randall Gordon on Oct 26, 2009 17:11:33 GMT -5
The chime rang on the Ready Room door, and he was called in. "1st Lieutenant Gordon reporting sir."
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Post by Doctor Faith Nomonor on Oct 26, 2009 17:12:47 GMT -5
She turned around and called out to Foley, "Wait! He needs to be subjected to Omicron particles thoroughly... but needs to have his system flushed so he doesn't die from radiation poisoning." she gave urgently in soft rasping growls, the tint of her eyes darkening some, as the tints darken into a cool bluish green from the building yellow-orange tint... the person she was hovering over was Chief of security, Jack.
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