Star Trek: Starbase 777 - outpost-storeroom

The inside atmosphere was somehow worse than what they experienced by the grid. It was stocked full of cargo - and while the crates and boxes had some identifications, they couldn't be trusted....

Waiting for them was another Romulan in uniform; on the younger side compared to the other Caernu among them, their rank showing the equivalent of Starfleet's Lieutenant Junior Grade. Short hair, dark eyes, a mole on the bottom left side of her face. Her gaze lifted as the door hissed open, going for the disruptor pistol — though, soon relaxed as Emni made her way in first, smiling brightly. "It's about time! I've been waiting forever," she huffed. (edited)

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She looked around before standing by them. She readied a swift punch to the jaw towards Lockpick, but stopped upon their verbal acknowledgement of being an ally. “I’ll watch the door.” She said simply.

She readied her pistol as soon as Kya started raising her fist, fully ready to blast HER face off, but— "Hey, wh - what's with the runway models, anyway?"

"Clearly we're here to steal the show," Ev'kor said as he stepped into the storeroom, rounding out the line.

“Good reflexes.” She called to Lockpick as she took her phaser back, watching the door. “And blow it up.” She said after Ev’kor.

"And you did a great job," Emni smiled in return upon seeing the young Romulan, safe and sound. "Especially with making sure that this place will be empty. In the meantime, we've picked up some Starfleet officers. They're here to help."

“Nice to meet you, kid,” Kiadras gave a grin to Lockpick as the group squished their way into the storeroom, the miserable act going up in smoke the moment they were inside, “Don’t mean to brag, but we’re pretty good at the whole ‘helping’ thing.”

He had been there the whole time, thank you very much, doing his best to keep his head down and not start yapping. Now, it seemed, it was time to get to work. He nodded at the Romulan in question, finally cracking a tiny smile.

Ato's eyes betrayed his surprise at Kya's beginnings of a punch and Lockpick's phaser reflexes. He was a medic, afterall, and not usually in the midst of scuffles. "Whoa, yeah, we're definitely here to help." He said with a nod and a flash of a smile.

Lockpick blinked. Twice. "That sounds like bragging," she said genuinely. "Cool, though. Feds helping us. Wow. I thought they'd throw us in jail, but that's cool too."

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“Well it’s only bragging if you point it out, really,” She said with a chuckle, “But yeah, helping hand!”

"Show, don't tell?" came a(n unserious) tut. "With additional hands, the planting will go even faster. The explosives are by Boar's side. The placements were marked by X's. I hope you guys didn't have trouble with that, dear? The agents seem to be in a cranky mood today."

“On it. Moving, shaking, all that,” Kiadras quickly went over to where Boar was, grabbing an explosive and looking over the storeroom, “Put it on the X’s and walk away? Any arming devices?”

She continued to watch the door. “If any of you need help with the bombs, ask a tactical officer or resistance cell member.” She added.

"Oh, you know. The usual," she said, already fiddling with the explosives. She turned around, mocking a wide-eyed stare. "'I'm under orders from Commander t'Nima. Do you want to be the one to tell her I didn't get done marking this cargo to be shipped, because you were bothering me, or do you want to let me do my damn job?'" "Of course there's an arming device, I'm not an amateur," she huffed, playfully sounding a little hurt that it even came into question. "Boar has it."

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“Well I was mostly asking as to if we had to arm it, you’re all good kid,” The Trill gave her another grin as he picked an X and set one down, “Didn’t mean to insult your handiwork!”

"Oh, yeah, I built 'em myself. Bombs, disruptors, if you've got it, I can modify it. Or just build it myself. Emmi thought it was funny that my first solution to any locked door was to blow the whole place sky high, and my second was to hack it open, so," she grinned, pointing to herself with her thumb. "Lockpick."

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“Kiadras, good to meet you,” He gave a little two fingered salute after setting down his first bomb before moving back to grab another. Back ‘n forth, back ‘n forth.

Tavek picked up a bomb, and considering he used to be his cell’s Bomb Guy, he could tell instantly it was well-constructed. Good work, Lockpick, engineer-approved. He quickly found an X and planted the bomb there- the spots were well-picked too, surely once they went off, the place would come down easily. “These are very well-constructed, good work, Lockpick.” He said like he had experience. Which he did, to be fair, but no one here besides Annarok knew that.

Ev'kor got his ass into gear, too, grabbing an explosive and planting it. If Tonavek had been here, he'd been doubled over with laughter at the sight of it, but presumably they didn't have reality tv in the Halls of Erebus, so he was left to his own amusement. He could hear his jokes still, surely having something to do with the fact that he was blowing up something not explicitly and solely belonging to the Resistance this time. He smiled despite himself.

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"Sure, we can do that. Simple enough." Ato also picked up an explosive, turning it over in his hands a moment before also placing it on an X and getting the hell out of the way.

Vovvi picked up a couple of bombs and set to work as well, humming a work song under her breath.

"...Yeah, I know they're good? That's why I'm the bombs guy?" Heading back over to the pile, she took the opportunity to headbutt Boar in the arm before grabbing another. "Hi. You're the only person I trust not to blow us up."

Dezyim started wordlessly grabbing explosives, and placing them on Xs. It was good to do something other than walk and look terrified-- it was soothing. He stopped looking so much like a wilted flower and regained some of his usual composure.

"Be nice," scolded the old doctor, narrowing their eyes a little.

"Okay, okay. Thank you for the compliment, feel free to praise my incredible explosives craftsmanship further, I'm sorry," she huffed.

He got to work as well, doing his best to keep track of everything as he did so. It was best to not be caught off guard after all.

She did not like this, what little experience she had with bombs was not positive. As soon as she had calmed down a little she too started placing explosives in the marked locations. Carrying them made her skin crawl, but it had to be done.

"The highest honor," he rasped, voice spent after his outburst at the guard. Damn. So instead of saying anything else, Boar just gently squeezed the young saboteur's shoulder, meanwhile looking at all of the busy people - the resistance cell and Starfleet alike, moving around like ants. If those were able to carry explosives. Which, thankfully, they are not.

Tavek was honestly rather cheerful about the whole planting-bombs thing. It reminded him of old times, and so he was happy to help out with it. “No need to apologize, it’s fine.” He said with an awkward laugh, coming without breath again since he’d turned off his breathing as soon as there was no Tal Shiar around.

Given the task, Sideon wipes his clammy hands on his trousers before picking up the devices. It was strange, despite handling such volatile things, he was far less shaky and far more focused. Once again fuelled by a duty.

Raatar wasn't sure if he could stick the bombs in the right place without blowing himself up into a million bajillion pieces. So, he just stood watch and kept his hands raised. Just in case someone was gonna walk in, and then he could give a nice clean suckerpunch to the nads.

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"Do you Fed types not stick bombs around much?" she teased, still glowing with pride. "Half of you look a little green around the gills."

"I can't say that we do," Vovvi admitted, grateful to be free to move at her own pace. Being so bunched up in line made her a little uncomfortable..

"I'm mainly a pilot...if things are intentionally blowing up there has been a significant and continuous lapse in judgement..." He spoke rather casually as he returned for another device.

“As a tactical officer, no we do not.” She said from the door.

"I mean, pilots blow stuff up, right? Combat, and stuff?" She frowned, brows furrowing. "Maybe I've watched too many movies."

"I'm more of a Bat'leth, Mek'leth, and punchy type a guy myself. I'm also a scientist and have never really touched a bomb. My hands have had far more fun touching other stuff like charts and big flashy graphs that makes me feel giddy when all the different colors pop up!"

“Haru does!” The Trill said in Kya’s direction as he set another one down, “My past host dealt with some photon torpedos and the like when he was a lieutenant, that’s the best I’ve got.”

“Oh yes, Haru would have been good off this.” She remarked. “I don’t think torpedoes count. Those are naval based, whereas these are sabotage based.”

“If I’m blowing stuff up we have a big problem, let alone with frequency.” He chuckled and shook his head.

"Honestly most people in most places do not frequently interact with explosives and I would wager in Starfleet it is even less percentage wise compared to some other similar organisations. It is usually limited to specific jobs and accidents." She took a deep breath and tugged the head scarf into place again.

"Fighter pilots? sure, but I am at the helm of shuttlecraft more than anything. Perhaps one day ill be at the conn of a starship more than on a when required basis. But even then the weapons are more of a tactical thing..." A casual conversation was quite nice despite the actions they all were taking, and it certainly calmed Sideon down. "The name is Sideon, by the way, nice to meet ya." (edited)

"I've never done much with explosives, either. One of my classes talked about them, and we had to disarm a couple, but beyond that I can't say I'm too familiar." He turned one of the explosives over in his hands, looking at it and matching parts of it up with what he had seen in class.

"True, we do get some minor training on at least how to handle them in emergency situations. But there's not much of a focus on it. Especially not in medical. It's usually my job to help after they've gone off." He made a grim face, remembering the handful of times he'd treated folks who'd been too close to an explosion. It wasn't pleasant, but he was happy to say he'd helped a few people recover and that was what was important.

"I'm a diplomat. If something blows up, it's either a political assassination or I've done my job very badly." Diplomatic talk that goes so badly the other guy just explodes your ass.

A trained tactical officer, Vara'l did as instructed with trained efficiency. Helped out where he could and remained silent for the most part as he worked. He'd not really arrived at anything he reckoned he wanted to actually say at present. There was work to do and he wanted to help see it completed, wanted to focus on the prayer. To banish what remained of that uncomfortable hum of thought that continued to persist within the depths of his mind as he worked. That fact that managed to hurt, that his memories, if he ended up dead here, would still exist in a earlier pre-liberation form within the collective. It'd not affected him and how he acted at all, least not openly, but the emotion was irrelevant. The emotion pushed at his core of control. The emotion needed to be brought under that control or rooted out for now. That fact merited his silence, focused on his work as he pushed down that hurt. Now wasn't the time, he had silently declared to his mind.

"Okay, there only should be a few more left." Boring Starfleet stuff aside. Big storeroom, and she wanted to be sure that they wouldn't have anything salvageable left when they were done.

“Then let’s be quick and out of here.” She said, standing to the side of the door with her phaser trained on anyone who might try to and enter the room.

"You know, it would go a little faster if you actually lent a hand?.." came the quick answer, as she perfectly centered another explosive.

"Someone needs to watch the door," they replied, doing the same.

"Doesn't change the fact that it'd be faster, soo." Shrug!

Tavek, though, was still happily placing explosives- perfectly on center, since it wasn’t that hard at all for someone who both had cameras for eyes and knew what they were doing. He laughed quietly to himself upon hearing the little jab at his fellow officer- in his defense, he had no clue she was way higher ranking than him. “The explosives won’t bite!” He said to Kya with a playful laugh.

"Yeah, just blow up, which is infinitely worse than biting." She mimicked pressing the button on a detonator. "Kaboom."

Kya sighed. “Thank you Stitches.” She said, not wanting to get into a debate of some type. She focussed on the door.

Stitches just rolled their eyes and waved the group along, signalling to carry on.

Doing this as Starfleet was decidedly less fun than doing this as Resistance, Tavek decided, not saying anything more and going back to placing bombs. But, to be fair, everything in Starfleet was less fun to him. Maybe it was just that he was older now. He was just glad Annarok was here now, so there was at least someone to talk to when they got back to the station.

Ato crossed paths with Tavek on the way to place another bomb. “You good?” He asked the engineer. Tavek looked pensive, or bored maybe.

Thankfully, Tavek had placed the bomb he was holding down before Ato spoke, because it caused him to startle a little. Which would have been bad if has still been holding an explosive. He had been a bit lost in thought, though, caught up in memories of his time before Starfleet. “Ah.. I’m alright, thank you. Just a bit embarrassed.” He said, not really wanting to bring up his whole life in the Resistance and how his hopes that being a part of Starfleet would give him a bit of the same feeling of connection once his resistance cell has dissolved had faded, leaving him more numb than anything. It was a bit dreary to get into at the moment, and he didn’t want to seem ungrateful for his place in Starfleet either.

Ato hummed softly, nodding. “Embarrassed? Well,” Tavek looked like he didn’t want to share more, which Ato could understand, especially in these circumstances. “-you’re doing fine, you know? I’ve not been with this group of folks for long but you’ve risen to the task from what I’ve seen.” It was true! Ato had been watching his fellow officers throughout the mission and Tavek had suited up and showed up, as was expected of any officer. Ato smiled at the Ensign and attached his bomb to the X he’d been heading for.

“Thanks.. sorry, I’d be more up for a deeper conversation about my feelings and whatnot if we weren’t busy trying to blow up this storeroom right now.” He laughed quietly. “But I appreciate it. I’m new to 777, still trying to fit in, y’know?” He said with another little laugh, plus a smile that he hoped looked reassuring. He had never really gotten the hang of smiling, even after almost fifteen years of being activated. So many intricate muscles to move at once, it took some serious work. He picked up another bomb, placing it and hoping that all of them would be enough to bring this storeroom down and make it useless for any future Tal Shiar activities.

Did he hear that right? 777? The Romulan paused for a brief moment, fingers hovering over his PADD-like device, before he resumed his activities. Hm.

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Hey, was that the sound of approaching footsteps by the door?..

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She waved her hand at the party and raised her finger to her lips to get them to be quiet, before picking up her phaser, setting it at max stun and aimed it straight forward for the door.

Dead silent, immediately. Kiadras even stopped mid-placing an explosive, his eyes lingering on Kya and the door.

Raatar got his hand ready for the nut punch. Or whatever was at that level. His settled down a little as he stood by the door. Ready for someone to combo with him with a punch to the face.

Vovvi held her breath, hand on her phaser as well. This could go off without a hitch; they could slip in and out ...

Hearing the noise, Sideon dared not to rise from his crouched position, his hand silently and slowly moving from the device to hover over the phaser clipped into his belt.

At the sound of approaching footsteps, Tavek’s hand only took a fraction of a second to move to his phaser, setting it to maximum stun. Part of him desperately wished he could set it higher, but he reminded himself that he couldn’t. He hated the thought of Tal Shiar getting to live when so many of his fellow Resistance gave their lives to fight them. But, he was Starfleet now, and so, stun it was.

Bang bang bang, went the door. "Anyone in there?"

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Lockpick was currently crouched to the ground in prime frog pose, slowly rising up to her feet. She didn't make a sound — the silence in the air thick, heavy, weighing on all of their shoulders.

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"Could swear I saw someone go in there..." they mumbled, fiddling with something behind the doors. "Though maybe I'm getting sleep deprived and seeing shit. Again. Ugh..."

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Kya raised her finger to quiet them again as she quietly aimed her phaser for eye level with the door. Aiming to shoot the guy in the ear should he come in.

Mudd had been crouching setting bombs but as soon as he heard the footsteps and the banging on the door he went as silent as ever not that he had talked he just stilled his breathing and want as still as a mountain again. He had his phaser ready for action in case this person would come inside.

They'd been silent since they heard someone on the other side of the door, but yeah sure. Ready to fire, waiting for anything to happen.

Still frozen in place, and with a lot already prepped to fire at the door, the Trill just keeps silently thinking to herself just move on…just move on…

There was the distinct noise of an access code being put in, the lock clicking... but nothing happening. And again. And again. "Fucker, again? Really?.." the person behind the door growled.

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She kneeled down and aimed up, making sure she could hit the target if they entered the room.

"...You know what? Not my circus, not my monkeys," they eventually sighed. The sound of the footsteps began to leave...

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Lockpick counted in her head, listening for any following before whispering, "Coast's clear. We should wrap up fast and get ready to move, though, yeah?"

He nodded in agreement, wanting this over as quickly as possible so they could be back to safety.

“Keep it movin’,” The Trill nodded, setting down the explosive he’d stopped midway in setting down and grabbing yet another one, “I don’t think we’ve got many X’s left.”

"They are still busy with the shuttle - if we manage to do this before anybody else comes by... that would be great," she informed, standing up from where she was sticking a bomb.

Kya nodded. “I’ll stay watching the door.” She said with a breath. “Do we have an escape route?”

"A shuttle if there's enough distraction. If not - this warehouse's peculiar vent system," came the answer. "Unglamorous, but effective. It goes outside of the grid."

Stitches grimaced at the idea, much preferring the shuttle. Their old bones did not appreciate the squeeze of the vents, or the idea of being so tightly lined together. (edited)

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Another nod, that made enough sense to him. He could work with that, and he had worked with that before. At least, he might not have to talk his way out of things.

“Can’t be worse than a Jefferies tube,” The Trill commented offhand. The vents aren’t the worst option. He didn’t imagine they’d get the chance to sprint across the entire outpost to the shuttle bay in broad daylight, anyway. (edited)

"You are certainly making sure these supplies are unsalvageable," Vovvi said, looking around at all the explosives.. everywhere.

"Nothing to exchange, nowhere to hide, and driven out by a big fire that will alert the colony," she shrugged casually. "We don't want to leave them with much chances."

"Nothing wrong with that." She nodded, reaching up to stretch. "That looks like the last of them, so, now comes the hard part."

"Give me a second..." he looked down at the screen, seeing the very satisfying "plik-plik-plik-plik-plik" of the planted bombs coming online and locking in. He also got confirmations of multiple shuttles leaving - taking the rest of the "agents" to safety. Now there was only their little group, in the depths of the snake pit - any agent they encounter from now on, is dangerous. "Yes. We can leave now, and detonate all of this from a distance. I--"

BANG. BANG. BANG. Was someone trying to kick the door down?...

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He lifted his hands almost instinctively, eyes sharp as he looked to the door, he was ready to fight... if it came to that.

Kiadras’s hand hovered at his holster as she started to inch away from the door, “Move it or lose it,” She whisper-yelled.

Kya growled as she aimed for the door, ready to fire on a dime. “Get ready.”

Tavek instantly raised his phaser, pointing it right towards the door, hopefully at eye level with whoever was coming in, as he also started inching away from the door. His aim was good enough that he certainly didn’t need to be point-blank to do damage.

"Phasers on stun, everyone," Just a reminder, just in case!

Raatar slowly got up from his squatted position next to the door. Time for the vents. He pulled out his phaser and aimed it at the center of where the door would open before slowly inching toward the escape route. "Well...it's a good thing I have been dieting..." Raatar whispered almost inaudibly to himself.

He got the memo to pull out his phaser, hiding behind a box just in case, ready to move at a moment's notice.

Hand gripped on the phaser, Sideon swiftly moves to a more tactical cover position and takes aim. Academy training fully taking over, like a program, step by step protocol. Palms sweaty, knees week arms heavy but FUCK was he ready.

Dezyim, who had been crouched like he was about to run a marathon, drew his phaser as silently as possible and double checked it was on stun. He pointed it at the door, and slowly raised his other hand to push his glasses up his nose. Was it getting warmer in here? It definitely felt like it was getting warmer.

They were just thinking that, as much as they too would rather not fold their limbs into the vents, they might actually prefer that method of escape, if only because they would not have to walk out in the open again, when the noise at the door started. They flinched, reached for their phaser and also stepped behind cover. Not for the first time that day they silently wished they were a better shot.

Ev'kor wasn't carrying a phaser, he was a medic. He did have a hypospray, but he wasn't keen on letting anyone get that close to him, if he were honest. He crouched, making a serious effort to make himself as small a target as possible without messing with his ability to get up and run if necessary.

BANG went the door, as it got forcefully kicked open by a very pissed off Tal Shiar operative - with the unfortunate sod lingering behind his back, both afraid and impressed. "Oh you scum-- hands up, weapons down!" the large one yelled, disruptor raised up. From behind the two, seven more agents trickled into the room. "Alert the rest, we have intruders!!"

“Evening fellas!” Kiadras called out from his vantage point, phaser in-hand and a slightly panicked grin on his face, “We were just leaving!”

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And then he remembered there was a cadet in their midst, and he couldn't scramble over to Dezyim with that disruptor there... but he needed to try. There was no way he was about to surrender, no way he was going to let anything happen to those around him. And so, phaser in hand, he looked for the quickest way around.

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“No.” She said, firing a max stun shot straight towards the ear of the leader, if that proved successful she would kick his disruptor back towards the resistance members who legally could use it before ducking behind cover.

Mudd who had been standing there like a baboon quickly scurried into cover then took a shot at the Tal Shiar with his phaser at stun of course. "I do not like this." He mumbled under his breath before peaking out of cover to take a couple of shots at them.

Not sure what to say Raatar just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Your outfits are tacky!" He then quickly shot towards one of the Tal Shiar operatives furthest away toward cover with a max stun shot before quickly moving for some cover himself.

And, with only a millisecond of reaction time, Tavek shot the nearest Tal Shiar at full stun. “Fuck all the way off to the cesspit you crawled from, you boot-licking fascist fucks!”

With steady hands and phaser set to stun, he too fires on the entering group, focusing his attention on any that are more dangerously armed and in direct line of sight. With the entry way being that of a door, he hoped that the intruders (ironic) didnt use effective breach tactics so he could take advantage of it.

Vara'l simply growled in annoyance at the Tal Shiar's demands and snapped off a shot of his own toward the Tal Shiar as he ducked into cover. Ducked into cover and snarled. "Federation Starfleet,surrender now Tal Shiar Scum!" He had called out as he snapped off more shots from cover.

The leader who does not skip leg day promptly toppled over, hit by Kya's stun; he was followed by four other agents, leaving four. Four shots rang out, three of which missed, but the last one...

Chaos was reigning on, a volley of light flying through the room, and in the chaos, a younger, frightened-looking agent sent disruptor fire barrelling into the room. The moment Zhi'rev poked his head out to take a look around, he was in danger, light from the plasma weapon streaking towards him and—

Blocked by a wooden box, singing a hole through the first side and leaving the smell of smoke lingering in the air. "Not this time," the medic spat, firing and missing themself, but they didn't mind too much. Their move was made perfectly.

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Kya grimaced as she brought her phaser up and fired towards the younger agent, aiming for their knees. 🎲1

Rolled: 1d10

[1] ➜ 1

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Kiadras had dove behind some of the cargo as disruptors fired. She was much better with her fists than she was with a phaser, but being this far back wasn’t exactly conducive to a left hook, “Hell of a light show,” She muttered, before leaning out when they’re was a lull and firing!

Dezyim finally got his bearings after a moment. He trained his eyes on one of the Tal Shiar (agent 1), raised his phaser closer to eye level, took a deep breath, and shot. 🎲10

Rolled: 10

10 ➜ 10

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Well, the first of his shots didn’t hit, but it was to be expected. He wasn’t ever a phaser guy. He looked at the younger agent with an almost apologetic expression- he was as young as some of the resistance fighters who had been killed in the cells he was part of, or the civilians those cells had helped save. But still, fascist scum, so he shot at the younger agent all the same.

Mudd popped out of cover yet again as he thought it was clear enough to shoot, he murmured something before taking another shot at agent (2) he felt oddly at peace with being in a firefight again. 🎲2

Rolled: 1d10

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Raatar had gotten pretty lucky with their first shot being at someone not behind cover and them just reacting. When he tried to peek over and fire he still wasn't used to the federation tech and how to actually use it and completely whiffed. "Ghuy'!" He exclaimed in annoyance as he went back behind his cover.

*His first shot landing square, he let the first volley of phaser fire clear before snapping his aim to his next target, resting his shooting arm on his free hand as he leans to the side briefly to get the angle. Triggering the phaser fire, he watches as another body falls. He ducked behind cover afterwards minimising his chance of being struck himself. *

Somehow, despite the gunshot barrage, the Tal Shiar side was a bit luckier this time, missing only 50% of their men in the second round! Two shots rang out in response, targeted at Tavek and Kya.

Kya took the shot, looked down at her chest, and saw the plasma burn burning her chest. Gasped out, and crumpled to the ground, near death. “Agh…..” She said, completely unconscious.

Though he did attempt to dodge, the Tal Shiar was faster, and the disruptor fire clipped his head. The blast having broken multiple circuits responsible for maintaining consciousness on impact, Tavek fell lifeless to the floor, like a limp doll. He wasn’t dead per se, but if you didn’t know he was an android, you’d certainly think he was. But, you’d know he was an android, since the melted synthetic skin smelled like burnt plastic, and there were some exposed wires sticking out of it, green coolant fluid seeping out into the burn.

He almost got shot, something that rattled him enough that he couldn't get a shot out. HIs hands were shaking, and he still needed to protect someone, and he saw two people go down. He might not be able to treat either of them -- he was not a medic, nor was he an engineer, but he could at least pull Tavek out of the line of fire, protecting him by pulling him behind a box. And so, he did that, hopefully, through the power of being built like a brick wall. "We're going to get you out of here," he hissed to the unconscious android.

Ev'kor watched as the shots were fired one by one, hitting and missing and even an intervention from Stitches to save someone's life. Then his eyes followed the barrel of the disruptor as it aimed for their own again, and then- Kya went to the ground, and before he had the conscious thought, he was moving, ducking behind crates as mucha s he could and using the chaos to his advantage to grab Kya under the arms, dragging her back and out of view. Would a dermal regenerator even do anything, in this case? He'd have to try, anyway.

Somehow this of all times was when Havra finally managed to force herself to lean out of cover and take a shot. Her hands were still shaking slightly as she aimed and shot at the first of the two remaining Tal Shiar agents before tucking back into cover. She did not want to see if she had hit.

And another agent down! One left!

It was always sad to see how comrades went down but Mudd seeing how another agent fell down and there was only one left to end this carnage he took his shot.

He took a shot at the final agent, hoping to end all of this quickly. 🎲8

Rolled: 1d10

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The regenerator worked just fine; she would need a minute or two to come to, and the pain would still be there, but Kya would be okay.

Sometime during the fight, alarms began to blare outside; the bulk of the Caernu moved towards the doors, creating a sort of live wall in an attempt to protect the away team and barricade the door closed. "Are the two of yours okay?" she asked, a bit out of breath. "All hell broke loose-- but we have a plan C. We will have to move through the storeroom to a spot where a shuttle can pick us up - that's the spot where the cargo usually gets picked up from. It will be dangerous, of course, but..."

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“I am…..fine.” She said, trying to be a good proper tactical officer and stand up but oop she falls on her ass. “Ev’kor….tactical piggyback.”

"Valuable cargo," Lockpick answered, running her fingers through her hair to push it back from her eyes with a wild sort of grin on her face. "Either that plan or we go out with a bang, so.."

"We can assist in carrying your hurt ones," the "agents" piped up as well, because the background folk might as well help out in any way they can!

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Vara'l moved over toward where Ev'kor and Kya were. Grey eyes then flicked over both of them before he twitched a eyebrow at them and stated. "Lieutenant Commander, you're not fine." He then looked to Ev'kor. "If you're going to carry them, I'll try to help keep you both covered."

"Maybe not a piggyback, Commander, I need to be able to treat people," Ev'kor said, hauling Kya off of the ground with ease by holding her under her armpits, and handing her over to the nearest Caernu member he could see... sorry Lockpick, you're on medic duty now. "Another time, maybe," he said, jokingly.

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"Hey, but I wanna—" Dumped unceremoniously into her arms. Damn. "Ugh, fine! Okay!"

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“My hero.” She said jokingly to Ev’kor before turning to Lockpick. “You can’t sass me about bombs anymore. I’m wounded.”

Dakom knew he'd be required at some point. He had no expectation of this going smoothly, and maybe that was his own cynicism taking hold, but at least he was fully prepared for the injuries. He saw two go down, and both pulled away. Fine. He knew Ev'kor to be a medic as well, and so crept carefully to where Zhi'rev had moved the ensign. He was fully prepared for the grisly scene, the green blood leading him forward in the chaos. Once he was close enough to get a proper look, however, his senses were assaulted with the chemical smell of burnt plastic, and several things clicked into place all at once. "Ah," he noted under his breath. "Okay. Well." He was not at all equipped to deal with this. It was... reassuring, at least. An unexpected alternative to the injury he was expecting.

Vara'l nodded once and moved over to help cover the wounded as they prepared to move. Phaser grasped tightly in one hand, the Romulan snapped out his tricorder with the other and then decided against doing anything with that and slipped it back into its holster. While he suspected that it'd be unlikely these things were triggered by scans, he preferred to not test that suspicion with the nature of scan he'd intended to undertake.

"And you can't tell me what to do, Fed," she grumbled, hoisting Kya up to make her a bit more comfortable before passing her off to a faceless NPC. "Okay, let's get out of here, alright?" (edited)

Tavek was fine. Ish. The residual heat had melted the offending coolant ducts shut, preventing more from seeping out of him. His injuries looked nasty, but he wasn’t online to feel or perceive any of it. Best not to touch the exposed wiring in the burn wound, though, it could still give a nasty shock.

Grey eyes flicked to Lockpick when they grumbled like that. "You're perfectly welcome to drop a federation Lieutenant commander in the midst of a federation away team next to a Starbase ACTO." Vara'l hummed then before he then nodded. "Getting out here does sound rather good."

“If you behave while carrying me, I’ll teach you at least a few new ways to kill a-“ Oop, new NPC holder. A real game of pass the Kya around here.

Following the commander, Sideon would move with Vara'l to cover the wounded. Unable to speak, he was stunned by the events that had transpired. Despite knowing the training, having read the handbooks a concerning number of times, being able to recite the protocols and the procedures down to the comma...it was nothing compared to the real deal. A light ringing in his ears was grew worryingly loud, and his breathing, though controlled manually for quite some time now, is getting harder to regulate. He dared not look too close at the injuries sustained, and would much rather keep his focus on the door and cover everyone.

"Stop treating me like a child and let's get on with the mission." She wanted to go home so bad. Please.

Zhi'rev used his vulcanoid strength to pick up Tavek, slinging him over the shoulder as seamlessly as he could, given the circumstances.

"Aaanyone else need picking up?" He spread his arms out. He was strong enough it wouldn't affect his mobility much, and, of course, willing, for practical purposes, or just for fun!

The xB just briefly fixed the other with a blank grey eyed look. Did he care how the other had happened to have taken that? Not really? His statement was and remained correct. She was perfectly welcome to drop the officer if she wanted to, in the midst of the away team and next to the ACTO as she happened to not be Federation Starfleet. He decided to make a mental note for later to review how he implied things when he elected to not directly state something and just turned his focus ahead. "Getting on with the mission sounds good." Vara'l agreed then simply, the earlier part of the comment ignored by the Hara ACTO.

"We will have the android looked at on the shuttle," the tall Romulan gestured the members of his cell to flank the away team. "I will lead the front. Everyone, keep the cadet and the medics protected."

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And with that... they moved to the opposite door - one that would lead the group into the #outpost itself...