Star Trek: Starbase 777 - administration

Directly off of the transporter room was an area that might have been nice had it not been designed in that same dark, gunmetal grey that made the place look even more ominous than it was. At least the lighting was better in here, and it felt almost homely. It seemed to serve as some sort of reception or check-in area, with a desk to the back wall and a handful of seats in front; some of which were rickety and boring plastic, but there were a couple of armchairs here and there as if someone had personally swapped them out. There was even a vase with flowers near to the archway that seemed to lead out of the reception.

At the reception desk there was a woman - grey-haired and hunch-backed - sat just swinging her legs and tapping her fingers together as she waited, staring out across the room. The transporter had gone off, so soon they'd be coming through with deliveries for her to check in! Very briefly she thought she saw someone look around the corner of the wall, but in an instant they were gone again. She clambered out of her chair and around the side of the desk, shuffling along. "Is everything okay in there, dearies?"

Considering how the woman was looking directly in the direction of the opening to the transporter room, she did see C'Telle's every movement. It had been a couple of pointy, cat-like ears protruding round the corner and then there were a set of eyes. The woman smiled and clapped arthritic hands together in delight. "Ooh, Cr'isarr, is that you? It's been far too long! Come on now, we'll have a nice cup of tea..."

Feeling the tiniest bit sorry for the seemingly kind woman, he swiftly dashed around the corner and fired his phaser, attempting to catch her before she hit the ground so she wouldn't make a noise.

The woman stood there, watching as that beam of orange light shot towards her. It caught her directly in the torso and she buckled and would have hit the ground had C'Telle not caught her... Or she would have hit the ground had she not grasped the tactician's shoulders, using him being off-balance from catching her and her momentum to flip him sideways and to the ground. "That's not very nice now, is it, dearie?" She questioned, going to her knees beside the Caitian and very swiftly punching him in the face with a strength she really shouldn't have. "Not very nice at all!"

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They dashed into the room.

The Romulan dashed into the room, rifle trained on the woman.

C'Telle snarled and tumbled to the ground, crying out in pain and putting a hand to his now bleeding face. He lashed as tail and took a moment to regain his composure, as he was caught off guard. He propped himself up on one hand, the other against his face, and through a watering eye he stated up at the woman, cursing at her in Caitian, before stumbling up and attempting to claw her. He felt on fire as the old fury, excitement, and pulsing fear filled him that usually accompanied a fight. His teeth glinted in a strange smile, one that sai,, "Ah, so it's not going to be easy. Good."

They also trained their phaser on the woman. They would fire if C’Telle needed backup.

As soon as C'Telle stood, she did too, pushing herself up off the ground without even a hand upon the floor for aid. As soon as the Caitian moved to swipe out with his claws, she responded in kind with a swift middle-block: her wrist connecting with his and making an audible thunk, even muffled by uniform and fur, as the bone of the Caitian's wrist connected to what definitely had to be some sort of armour worn under the uniform. She went in for another punch, this time to the abdomen, and very quickly glanced aside to look to the other newcomers. "What's this! Friends for a party?"

“Yeah, your retirement party.” They whispered. They circled the woman, claws out and fangs bared.

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His lips curled back in fury, and he coughed, clutching his stomach and then his wrist. A throbbing pain crawled up his arm where it had collided with her armor. He felt a stabbing pain where he had been hit in the face, and his stomach churned. Backing away, he then began to circle the woman, in the opposite direction that C'Sara was going. His eye was alight with the energy of battle. He eyed her for vulnerable spots other than the face, which he knew she would protect at all costs. The neck? Hands? Hm. (edited)

"I feel like I'm in a zoo being sized up by tigers," the elderly woman offered, grinning all the while. "But seeing as though you're just going to stand there..." She hit her commbadge - a direct copy of the Starfleet one, but black in colour - and spoke rapidly so she wouldn't be cut off. "Intruding team in the administration section!"

She fired her phaser, but she had already hit the combadge at that point. She cursed under her breath as she realized it was too late.

"Shit." He muttered. He pulled out his own phaser and fired a continuous shot.

“Fuck.” She whispered, waiting for her chance to fuck some shit up.

And the phasers did absolutely nothing. The woman actually stood there with her hands on her hips, just watching the Starfleet officers with an unimpressed expression. You could see where the armour suit was absorbing the phaser-fire's charge and dissipating it, resulting in an orange glow from the sleeves at her wrists, or the neck of her uniform. "Do you lot not have to go to Starfleet Academy any more? Surely you're not that thick."

She redirected her aim directly at her head instead, and fired.

“Damn woman’s untouchable. Fuck.” They said.

And this time, the shot properly connected! There was a dull 'oof' from the woman before she clattered backwards, smacking her head off the floor in the process. That would keep her out for a while!

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...And in the background of the group having managed to take down the notorious Section 31 Granny, a klaxon began to wail. Suddenly the base was bathed in a red light, much akin to a Starfleet craft under red alert. "Intruders in the administration section," an automated, computerised voice spoke over a tannoy. "Intruders in the administration section."

“Finally. Happy retirement, Granny.” They commented.

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She aimed her rifle at the door, taking a defensive position by the desk.

C'Telle lowered his phaser and growled, chiding himself. He should've thought of that. His ears flattened at the klaxons, and he cursed again. (He still took the time to deliver a satisfying but unnecessary kick to the woman.) He began taking up a defensive position as well. He winced at his throbbing head. (edited)

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"One of you plant the bomb, the rest of you, on me. We need to set up a pattern trap in the turbolift hallway." She said before she peeked around the following corner to see who or what was there, rifle in hand.

They started planting the bomb, trusting the others to keep them safe.

There was no one visible yet, but from the dual corridors that led down from administration, you could just make out the sound of clattering feet.

C’Sara started planting the bomb faster.

The placement site for the explosive was, funnily enough, behind S31 Granny's desk. It was nice back here, and there was a tin of what looked like traditional Werther's Originals on the desk too.

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"Defensive positions." She said calmly as she leaned against the wall, holding the rifle to her chest and aiming it to the ground, finger off the trigger. It could very well be team two, but she doubted it.

C'Telle's ears perked up, and he huddled down, eye alert.

C’Sara finished planting the bomb, and took the Werther’s Originals

Eshen came in, glanced at the lucky caitian who'd got ahold of some delicious Werthers and - oh no, he was an old woman! Anyway, he continued past them down the right-hand corridor, since he'd been told to scout ahead. (edited)

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He resumed following after Eshen, nearly halting seeing C'Telle had been injured. "Hey, Ensign, are you alright?" He wanted to check in quickly before resuming back to Eshen.

Allan followed Sam's lead, leaning against the wall opposite her. "So... we just wait?"

He shook his head. "We can take care of it later. I'm fine." Stubborn-ass Caitian. His nose was bleeding and a bruise was blossoming beneath his one remaining eye, as well as on his wrist.

The doctor sighed, simply handing one of the dermal regenerators to the Ensign before going back to scouting with Eshen.

He muttered a thanks before waving it over his injuries, and stuffing it into a pocket when he was satisfied that they wouldn't hinder him.

[Comms] "There are eight approaching that dual corridor system," the Trill spoke through the comms, having heard that two of the team were being sent off to scout. "They're just beyond the turbolift at present."

“Bomb’s planted. What now?” They asked, popping a caramel into their mouth.

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"We fight eight guys," Eshen said, walking back in from the corridor. "We should probably ready our phasers. And can I have a werthers after we're done?"

"Ah, easy. 8 guys. No problem." They muttered.

He gave a stern look at the bag of candy. Seriously? Not important, he shook his head. "If we ever were to be seriously outnumbered, I may have an idea."

“Yeah, sure. I got phasers, knife, rage, and claws. That should be enough, right?” They said, holding their phaser.

"Four of you take the left side of the access point, three of you join me. Stand against the wall. The moment I give the sign, fire. We want to take all 8 out in as least possible time." She pressed a finger on her earpiece. [COMM] "Tell me when they are halfway through the split."

Immediately, C'Telle nodded and made his way over to the left side of the access point. "They won't know what hit them."

Eshen smiled in amusement at the two Caitian's confidence. "Careful to be cautious, or, well... batlh Daqawlu'taH¹." He moved to stand with Sam because that was closer to Allan. Definitely not being a little protective, nope! ¹You will be remembered with honour.

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He kept his phaser in his hands, going to the left side of the said access point. Voris keeps the phaser ready.

"Me? Cautious? Boring." He smiled grimly and tensed, waiting for the S31 agents.

Allan stayed on the side with Sam when he watched Eshen come over to him, readying his phaser to fire whenever she'd give the sign.

C’Sara stood with C’Telle. #LetsGoCaitians.

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[Comms] "Two on each side are staying back, two on each progressing forwards. That's them halfway now-"

The end of the message was cut off by the sound of some sort of beam being shot down the corridor and past the group. It collided with the back wall. "Surrender now, intruders, and we might think of sparing you!" One of the agents called from down the corridor, voice amplified by some sort of speaker system in their armoured, combat-style EV suit.

Aw, he wished he had a cool armoured combat-style EV suit.

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"Like hell." He said softly, and grinned toothily and waited for them to come closer.

He immediately bit the inside of his own cheek in surpise, unintentionally. Poor guy immediately teared up but didn't budge, still holding the phaser.

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They had their phaser ready, grinning wildly.

Pointy pointy phaser at bad guy time.

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It was simultaneously that the agents stepped out, aiming to the side, and began firing on the group. On either side of the dual corridors they started their attack, one stood upright so they could aim for one lot and the other of the pair crouched down. The colour of the weapons' beam seemed to indicate they were all using different types: disruptor, plasma, polaron, and tetryon.

"Really hoping my phaser doesn't work. Pretty please, pretty please..." He crossed his fingers, excited to get into hand-to-hand combat if his phaser didn't work on their armor, if they had any. He aimed at the closest agent and fired.

The Romulan began firing back, keeping a mental note to aim at their heads or anywhere exposed.

Pew! Eshen shot at the one with the disruptor because those things were fucked up.

He immediately fired at one of the guards that no one else fired at.

C’Sara fired back viciously. “They’re on us!”

C'Telle let out a gleeful cry at the energizing chaos around him, and eagerly tried to fire at all the agents he saw.

And Sam started blasting as well, just going pew pew pew.

Every time a hit landed the agents were knocked backwards, but they seemed to regain their footing quickly. It certainly wasn't taking them down. At least it meant that whenever they were knocked off balance, their aim missed and they didn't hit the team... But one of the agents at the very top of the hall caught sight of the glow of the explosive device towards the back of the room. Aiming carefully, they fired their plasma rifle towards it.

They threw a chair at the beam, hoping to keep the blast from hitting the bomb.

C'Telle snarled and pulled out a knife. He leaped, attempting to knock the gun away or at least scathe the man, maybe knock him off balance. He panicked inwardly; the explosive device couldn't be destroyed. It would throw off the whole mission. He fought to get to the agent who had shot at the device.

Allan also shot at one of the agents when everyone else did, and he took a small plastic face-mirror out of his bag and threw it in the direction of fire going towards the bomb. Maybe that would reflect it or something. Who knew.

Was that damn agent nuts? Firing at an explosive? Did he want to blow the whole room up with everyone in it? Whike everyone was distracted by that, he fired a shot at the hand of the guy with the disruptor, hoping to make him drop the gun.

Full power. They were fully resistant to stun and no doubt immune to the lethal settings. The Romulan felt that instinct crawl down her spin. She hesitated, but that led to her getting hit.

Well, that was a lot of things at once. Granny had insulted some of the officers but here they were, proving that their quick thinking was what made them good Starfleet material. The chair exploded into smithereens, shards of plastic and metal flying everywhere - but thankfully they were small enough to not do any damage. The mirror ended up much the same. The agent in question was knocked off balance (as was their partner standing above them,) and the two toppled backwards into the top #upper-left-corridors. The two still in the room kept on firing, but had been put off-balance by the exploding of multiple items (and the throwing of them in general, that was good quick thinking) - and in the background, plasma-burns began to sear up Am'el's left arm, eating away at her uniform and burning through to the skin.

C'Telle ran forward and bodyslammed one of thr remaining guards, letting out a cat-like screech and raising his knife.

They lunged at the other guard, hissing and firing their phaser, knife in the other hand.

The hybrid tensed. His mind went back to the incident that costed his legs in the first place. He would aim the phaser to fire at a random guard's head before he immediately ducked in the sight of the items exploding.

She screamed aloud as she felt the immense burning on her arm. She struggled back up, trying to get back to her rifle.

Aggressively stabbing a tag onto the guard he had slammed into, he tied them up before turning to Am'el. "Hey, you're a doctor, get over here!" He shouted at Voris, not bothering to be polite. He turned away; he couldn't look at those injuries without remembering things.

“Am’el’s hurt! Someone help!” They shouted, continuing to massacre the guard they lept onto.

Everything seemed extremely fast for him, uncurling from being a ball. He grabbed onto the medical kit before hurrying to treat Am'el's burns.

She was livid, cursing in Rihannsu as she was being treated.

The tetryon and plasma agents had been completely hounded by the Caitians - no pun intended considering the two officers were more feline instead of canine. One tried to writhe against being tied up with whatever material that was, and the other continued to try to shake C'Sara off.

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Eshen joined the fight so it would be three against two, attempting to neck-pinch the struggling guy so he wouldn't struggle so much no mo. (edited)

C’Sara hissed at him and continued fucking him up with their. “Mind neck-pinching this guy!” They shouted.

He certainly would after he was done with the first guy!

“Someone get the guys in the hallway! Nobody’s getting away!” They hissed.

It was a struggle through the thickness of the uniform plus having to get past the shoulder-pads, but after a moment of struggling, the first agent crumpled.

Eshen neck- pinched the other guy. "There's more down the corridor after this, so if you guys keep them occupied, I've got the bomb so I could maybe slip past them and get to the placement site?"

After sweeping Am'el's burns a few times with the dermal regenerator, he sighed. "There, that should take care of it for now."

“Thanks.” She groaned, quickly grabbing her rifle and returning to the fight.

“Will do!” They said, getting off of the guy after he got neck pinched.

(He said that quietly over comms, not really loudly where any random guard down the hall could overhear him.) (edited)

C'Telle glanced at C'Sara, wild excitement in his eyes. "Shall we take care of the two down the hall?"

“Y’all, run with me out there and massacre ‘em! No mercy!” They shouted, rushing out into the hallway.

The other agent dropped. There was the sound of something metal, very heavy, hitting off the floor further up the corridor... And only a moment later the hearing of every officer in the room became completely deafened by the sound of rushing air. Upon the ceiling, a maintenance hatch had been opened - and all of the room's air was very swiftly being drawn out into the vacuum beyond.

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“Shit shit shit! We’re being suffocated!” They shrieked.

Absolute insanity. Was this a murder-suicide or did the opposition have some way to breathe?

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"Hey, check, their bodies, see if they have some way to breathe!"

All of the agents had been seen wearing sealed EV suits with helmets...

“Let’s use these.” They said, taking a helmet off a guard.

Shit. She thought, lunging at the EV helmets, and placing it on.

They had only taken down two of the agents. There were more than two people on the away team.

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They stripped the guard, putting on the suit. “Sorry, but I don’t feel like dying. I’ll get the ones in the hallway.”

"There's not enough suits! Give the helmets to the caitians so they can take down the other guys and get helmets for the rest of us!"

C'Telle actually screamed in fear, but his voice was ripped away by the wooshing. The air was torn from his lungs. He quickly put on a helmet and suit, shaking. It was strange seeing being so afraid. His breath came shakiky.

[Comms] "Two are in the corridor, and the other four have retreated behind the bulkheads. You're going to need to find another way."

“I’m so ready to use my knife.” They stated, before running into the hallway to find more guards.

"Uh..." He tried so very hard not to scream, but that would be a waste of air. Voris immediately starting looking through the medical kit to see if he could find a solution.

He shoved his fear aside and replaced it with rage, rushing the guards, knife in hand. He would fuel his fighting with his fear.

They ran back in, burned.

Eshen looked up towards the maintenance hatch. "Can someone put something in the way of that? Plug up the hole?" If only Maggie, Hole Expert, was here... (edited)

“Two, out there, ANGRY!” They yelled.

Allan wasn't THE hole expert, but he was close enough. He threw a chair at the vent.

Armchairs were somewhat heavy, but the rush of air trying to escape via the maintenance vent did the rest of the work. The armchair was a perfect fit and got sucked in, blocking the hole almost perfectly except from a tiny gap that was practically nothing compared to what it had been before. Physics!

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He eventually sighed of relief.

They stuffed a folder into the tiny gap, and screamed from pain of phaser burns.

She gasped, quickly regaining composure and rushing out into the corridor.

Angry at his comrade's injuries, he attempted to stab one of the guards.

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Those burns were made up of two conflicting types of beam, and they were spreading fast. However, it didn't feel as bad as you thought it might have. It was almost as if something was helping a little, turning the pain into more of a giddy sensation than anything.

“YES! GET EM” She shouted.

Both of the guards were unconscious. There was no way that they could fight back, and so if Hsashar really wanted to, that attack would connect.

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How Allan was strong enough to throw an armchair suddenly he didn't know, but what he DID know was that it was really hot and he would bring it up later. Anyway, he gave him a thumbs up. "Don't stab unconscious people! Stab the conscious ones!" (edited)

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"WHAT IF THE UNCONCSIOUS PERSON REALLY DESERVES IT." He was only a teensy bit mad, THIS CLOSE to stabbing the guy.

[Comms] "You are a Starfleet officer. You do not assault an unconscious person, no matter what they have done."

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“C’TELLE! CORRIDOR! TWO CONSCIOUS GUYS! AVENGE ME” They yelled to him.

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"Ensign, stand down. We have a mission to complete." She said as she looked at the Caitian before she walked over to the corridor, rifle raised and aimed. "Let's go, everyone."

“Uh? These burns don’t look good.” They pointed to their chest.

He hurried over to where C'Sara was, already started to work on healing the burns C'Sara had.

"All of us at once! Woo!" He followed Sam, phaser in hand.

As the burns were healed, C'Sara's pain faded to what felt more like a tickling sensation. The world was a little hazy. But not a 'I'm going to pass out' sort of hazy, more of a... Soft hazy. A warm hazy.

He snarled, letting out an "argh!". "Fine! I won't! But i know when certain people don't deserve to live." Kidding! For now! He ran into the other corridor, knife in hand.

Allan also followed Sam out to the corridor, phaser still in his hands, which he sort of shook out before entering the corridors. Even though he -could- throw a large armchair didn't mean it didn't hurt his hands a bit, so he'd definitely ask someone else to do that next time. Most likely his super jacked boyfriend.

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“Whoa. Everything’s hazy. I think I’ll go back out there again and stab people.” They said, standing up.

Phasers weren't working, so Mok'bara time it was!

Upon hearing the word hazy, he immediately shot C'Sara a look with a raised eyebrow. "Don't get shot again, please." He sighed. (edited)

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