Star Trek: Starbase 777

The area that they ventured in could almost be called the foyer of the outpost - and while some agents were still running around, disoriented and quite honestly very pissed, with the leaks and smoke now almost everywhere in the large room. Some of them were already on the ground - quite possibly the job of the rest of the cell... And there, in front of them, was a transporter spot!.. just in a center of a rather large area.

Vovvi lingered near the front of the group, the smoke in the air blurring her vision just a little; making it difficult to see who was where. At least she could make out who was close to her.. A mad dash for the transporter spot would be in order, then, huh? Not ideal, to say the least.

He was glad that he was strong, strong enough to carry Tavek over his shoulder while his other hand held a phaser, set to stun, ready in case more agents came to ruin their day. Even still, he was back, since he was carrying one of the injured.

Phaser raised at the ready, Vara'l stepped out with the group and continued to cover the wounded people. Vara'l had before this commenced, already switched his phaser to a high stun setting. While Starfleet frowned on removing more Tal Shiar from the Universe in a permeant manner, Vara'l reckoned that nobody would loose sleep if he stunned a few of them quite heavily.

Ev'kor had, fully expectedly, ended up near the front of the middle of the pack, only barely covered by heads he towered over, for the most part. He kept his eye on Boar, and on where they needed to go; the first to enter the clearing was going to be the first to be shot, and he needed to be vigilant.

Staying at the back, he waited and covered the initial danger point as the rest of the group leave behind him. Once the rest of the team had moved, he walked backwards keeping his phaser trained on its target until he himself was clear. A short moment of calm allowing him to catch his breath, deeply resetting his lungs that he had been holding taught for so long. Once cleared into the new area, he took point behind the main group, taking advantage of his above average stature to keep lines of sight. Of course, that sight was rather limited with the smoke and all.

"Traitors by the door!!" came a cry, with three agents running up to flank the group. I think it's time to defend yourselves... (edited)

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He wasn't expecting much, since he was only shooting with one hand, but he tried his best to shoot at the agent closest to him.

"Federation Starfleet, Surrender now!" Vara'l snarled as he levelled his phaser and opened fire at one of the agents. These people happened to be Tal Shiar, he suspected they'd not surrender, especially when they engaged 'traitors'.

He shot when Vara'l did at guy number three, a separate target. "Wouldn't it be wild if they actually did surrender right now?" Plot twist of the century.

Sideon was fast as he snapped his aim to another target, phaser immediately firing into the haze of the smokes rim. The shot illuminating the dusty air with the bright light. The beam connects and the body it hit fell to the ground limp, the waft of the air from its movement kicking a small cloud of the smoke towards the group. His emotional numbness allowing focus to shine through. A reletivly unhealthy coping mechanism but one that is serving him, perhaps temporarily, very well.

Before the three could aim, they got promptly stunned into a deep deep slumber. In came another group, now four!

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Even though they were slower than some of the others, this time Havra took a shot at one of the people attacking before they could think and only shuddered at how wrong it felt afterwards. They would never understand how some of their family members had been so calm about all of this.

Well- that went by quickly. Even so, Vovvi moved to try to get a shot off on the group so she wouldn't be totally useless!

Vara'l actually chuckled a bit at that. "It would." The Romulan responded then as he continued to move and as he had then sighted along the phaser, opened fire again. Perhaps this time, if he missed, he'd not miss that badly.

Zhi'rev refrained from shooting this time, focusing instead on moving forward and trying to dodge any incoming fire.

Raatar wasn't able to react in time to the first three but once he turned around and raised his phaser he attempted to shoot one of the now four rushing in reinforcements. (Agent 3!)

"Hey, would you guys mind surrendering? It would really make our day." He knew they wouldn't, considering he shot at one of them (guy number four) as he was saying that, but this kind of idle chatter kept him calm, which, most vitally, kept his aim steady. Adrenaline is the enemy of aim.

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The transporter spot was so close... but the last four decided to be smarter than their predecessors, and shoot first. Two shots took down a pair of Caernu operatives, who were immediately grabbed by their siblings in arms and pressed close to their chests, protective and determined to bring them with them. As for the other shots... one grazed Sideon, and the other one hit Vovvi.

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She did not want to look at who had been hit or how badly they had been hurt, so Havra simply raised her phaser again. This time taking just a moment longer to aim, she fired at one of the people that had just fired at them.

Annarok stood frozen, the image of Tavek collapsing still burned into their mind. The way he’d just— stopped. Like a legitimatemachine powered down. The shock lingered, refusing to let go, even as the chaos swirled around them. They barely registered the Caernu operatives hitting the ground, the world reduced to distant motion and muffled noise. But then something shifted. A crack in the haze. The sickening finality of Tavek’s fall collided with the weight of everything that had led to this moment. And just like that, the numbness shattered. Annarok’s body moved before their thoughts could catch up, instinct and fury propelling them forward. The hesitation was gone. They leveled their weapon, the barrel locked on one of the agents still standing. There was no calculation now, no careful consideration. Only action — swift, decisive, and unrelenting.

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Things were getting dicey, and Zhi'rev needed to act. His eyes were wide, his hand unsteady, and really, he wasn't sure if he would be able to do anything of note. But he would do his best no matter what.

The next volley of shots came out of nowhere, and one bolt was just too fast for Sideon to react too. It impacted him near his shoulder, the burning sensation causing immense pain. He gritted his teeth tight as he shouted in pain through them, instinctually gripping the wound with his other hand as he falls to one knee. It was his right shoulder that was hit, and he was also right handed, so his phaser aim dropped towards the floor, almost dropping the device completely. Fortunately, the pain caused his hands to grip onto its handle with white knuckle intensity it didnt quite leave his fist. Unable to raise his arm, [tw blood] the wound oozing singed blood only to be quickly replaced with fresh red that dripped down his entire limb, staining the clothes crimson. His yells of pain through tensely gritted teeth stop for just a moment as he desperately gasped for breath, only to grunt and sputter trying to overcome the sensation, the noises at least a confirmation he survived. And that was one thought he held onto that kept him alert. He lived, bitch.

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With two of their own down, two shots rang out in retaliation.

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Vovvi was prepping for another shot, aiming carefully for another agent after successfully downing one of them. The chaos around gave her a surge of hope; they were downing the agents before they could even get close, before they could even get a shot off, and she almost (almost!) smiled at that. Pain shot up her side. Bright, hot, searing, only giving her enough time to register its presence, to try to say something— a curse to whoever invented disruptors in the first place, letting them harness the power of the fucking sun, Elements alive— but it only comes out as a feeble wheeze before she hits the ground, curled up on her side.

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"Vovvi!" Ev'kor's voice broke as he called out her name, not even thinking before he spoke. He dove forward, breaking formation to try to catch her, to grab her, pull her back into the middle with him so he could make sure she'd make it. He lifted her up as gently as he could in his hurriedness to get her to safety, unthinkingly murmering something about keeping her safe into her hair as he held her up against his side. They needed to get out of here. He was holding her phaser now, though. He could- he hadn't, not in ages. But he could shoot. He aimed for the person who shot Vovvi. His hand didn't shake, this time. A combination of tension, and the weight in his hand.

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Vara'l smoothly moved over toward Sideon as he spotted that they'd gone down. As he moved over he fired again at one of the agents that remained. He'd worked to cover Kya from fire before, now Sideon needed covering fire and other assistance, wounded as they were. "Lieutenant, can you get up or do you need assistance in moving?" The Romulan inquired as he discharged the previously mentioned shot.

Stitches' gaze slid across the group, quickly registering those already fallen; one of Starfleet's medics crossed the field faster of them, moving to support one of their sisters in arms as another one of their infiltrators wrapped her arm around their shoulder. Another medic moved to help one of their own, so that left them with the other young officer— Sideon. "Hold on," they grumbled to the unconscious figure, already lifting them up into their arms. "I've got them, Commander. Cover fire for me, won't you?" (edited)

"Aye, covering." The Romulan responded as he just started to fire in the direction of the agents. The shots weren't really aimed at people, it was more he wanted the agents to realize something as they were fired at or near. That cover was something that very much seemed preferable when faced with being heavy stunned by a phaser.

This was not looking good for them. Dezyim just had to make another shot. Just one more shot was easy. And the targets could definitely be smaller, so this wasn’t too bad if you really thought about it. He raised his phaser and fired at one of the final Tal Shiar

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Raatar took a deep breath behind his cover. He saw Ev'kor rush out and begin to drag Vovvi and hit an incredible shot. Then the crack shot Dez followed it up with another hit! He felt emboldened, and he wanted to make sure he could contribute to the cover for the others that needed it. He stood up and extended his arm as he closed one eye. "Just imagine your mother Raa..." Is all he whispered to himself before he landed another hit.

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Despite the momentary advantage, the four attackers were grounded, too - clearing the way to the transporter. Like sharks sensing blood, the cell sensed freedom, and with Vigil's steely voice commanding them to push forward and cover their back, and Boar's thumb finding the detonator's button, the group stepped into the marked zone - and vanished, leaving what men were left standing properly disoriented, and angry.* *They would find themselves abroad the large shuttle, one that was promptly stolen from this same outpost. More Caernu members, including engineers and medics, who stepped in to help without a question nor a demand for clarification for these unfamiliar faces - after all, the foe of their foe, counted as a friend. Thank you, they would say. Bring this victory to Starfleet. But, please - do not mention us, for we were never here.

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