Star Trek: Starbase 777 - upper-left-corridors

There was still the sound of the klaxon blaring through the base, but audible just above it was the sound of approaching people; heavy boots marching at a fast pace.

Eshen actually hid behind the corner before he burst into a room with lots of people and tried to listen with his keen Vulcan ears to determine how many people were wlking towards them. He wasn't about to just go walking down a corridor if they were outnumbered.

He stayed close behind, his antennae finally uncurled and were swivelling around.

As reported there were eight ahead, still a bit down from the two sets of corridors. It wouldn't take long for them to progress forwards, though.

Hearing the were eight people ahead, Eshen shook his head, pointed back where they came and went back into #administration to report to Sam - not that they had any new information, but he wasn't conceited enough to try and take on eight guys at once.

He nodded, following after Eshen quickly. There was no way the two can take on eight people at once. Unless... that idea would be stated later.

The group of agents made it to the end of the dual set of corridors, splitting into two teams of four as was predicted. Two at each side stayed back in defensive positions, kneeling at the end of the corridor with some form of rifles raised. The other two progressed forward, ready to take on the awaiting teams.

There were still two agents further down the corridors, but upon seeing (and/or hearing) that two of the forward group had been knocked back, they slinked backwards as well and hid around the corners at the end.

The polaron and disruptor agents had been knocked back to here, and for a moment they stood out of the way of the room. One tapped their commbadge to activate the comms inside of their helmet. "Seal the turbolift corridor's bulkhead, and then open the administration section's exterior maintenance vent."

There was the dull, reverberating sound of the bulkhead being sealed, echoing through the corridor.

They ran out into the corridor, looking for someone to massacre.

And Agents Polaron and Disruptor had been stood there, waiting. As soon as someone rounded the corner, two shots were fired, and two shots connected with the Caitian's chest, beginning to sear through their uniform and create a mangled mess of polaron and disruptor burns that did not go well together at all.

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They hissed in pain and anger, but fired at one of their heads anyway before skittering back to the room they came from.

And that did nothing but knock them off balance a little, unfortunately. The two remained there like sentinels, with the sealed bulkhead down the corridor behind them.

Sam made her way into the hallway and made a gesture to send 3 people to the turbolift. "Set up the pattern trap there. Activate it after we come back and have placed the second bomb." She said quietly as she peeked the corner to see what was there.

C'Telle billowed behind Sam, up angry as ever. Knife in hand, he looked a bit insane.

In the upper corridor, the two agents still stood there, lurking. Around the corner, the corridor to the turbolift had been sealed off by a bulkhead.

They giggled a bit after coming into the hallway. Hm, this is exactly how that girl in the Academy said she felt when she took that drug called weed? The hell?

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She shot a glare towards the Lieutenant, clearly wanting her to stay quiet. She put the rifle on her back and pulled her knife, twirling it around for a second before quietly approaching one of the agents from behind, gesturing for Allan to go to the airlock and Eshen to come with her for the other agent.

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The Romulan charged into corridor, pulling a knife out. Ah yes, the traditional approach.

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He glanced sideways at them. "Yeah, I don't trust you to be coherent now." He whispered, making sure they wouldn't wander.

"Wait, maybe if there's a panel somewhere Allan could hack it and open the bulkhead?"

"My thoughts." She whispered before grabbing the Romulan's arm to stop them. Yeah, she wasn't going to allow that.

“I’m not gonna kill!”

"Knives kill people, Linn'uen."

Allan silently went around the corner to go to the bulkhead, but he did keep an eye out for any panel as Eshen had suggested. If he couldn't find one, he'd just try and use his plasma torch on it and cut it through - but that'd be slower than he could attempt to hack a panel, to be honest.

“Ah, heh, where’s Voris? I have a problem.” They said.

The agents in the upper corridor hadn't heard Voxellus approach behind them, still facing the other direction.

"Has no-one understood anything of what I said about staying silent unless absolutely necessary?" She hissed before holstering her knife, pulling her rifle and approaching the agent, setting her beam on an increasing intensity untill it reached maximum stun. That way she could see what level would penetrate their armour when she shot. And so she did, right in the back.

She pulled out her rifle, continuing to fire on the agents.

Eshen, who had actually been speaking when he thought it was necessary thank you very much, went with Sam to try and sneak up on the guard and do Neck Pinch Number Four.

The doctor eventually caught up to the group, looking more tired out. "I'm here." He said quietly.

“Ah, you got something to counteract the effects of THC? I think those caramels weren’t actually caramels.” They said.

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The first guard dropped as soon as Voxellus shot them in the back at maximum stun. They fell to one knee, a hand braced against the floor for support. It seemed as though their armour was attempting to dissipate the phaser's charge, the orange beam of phaser-fire crackling off the suit's surface down the floor - but having been attacked already, it was too much for the person inside of the suit to withstand, and they soon toppled. Unfortunately, Am'el's random shooting helped to alert the second guard who dodged - and spun around to come face-to-face with Eshen.

That didn't stop him from wanting one of those caramels after this.

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He IMMEDIATELY facepalmed. Of course. He's not surprised some 31 Agent would have THC candies. Voris grabbed one of his hyposprays and pressed it onto C'Sara. "Where's the bag now? I need to make sure no one else eats the candy if they have THC."

“Here it is.” They gave the bag to him, but not before stomping on it.

She quickly took a step back and shot her rifle straight in the shoulder of the other agent, sustaining the beam long enough to hopefully have the same effect.

Eshen managed to stop his Klingon instincts from making him headbutt the guy with a fucking helmet on and instead kicked upwards to hopefully disarm the guard.

"And ... thank you." He puts it into the medical kit, not wanting another officer getting high on a life or death situation.

Once he was at the bulkhead, Allan looked around for a panel of some sort, assuming he didn't see one on his way here.

They leapt onto a guard and started pummeling them.

Bloody Hell, the two guards were already down! What was with these savage-ass Caitians? The second guard had been taken down from that perfect combo by Voxellus and Eshen, unable to fight back due to their weapon being dropped (plus cradling their arms from being kicked,) and then being shot at with the sustained beam. There was no reason for anyone to continue battering them considering they were definitely unconscious, and unconscious people don't want beaten up. Starfleet wouldn't really condone it, either.

Near the wall to the bulkhead, there did seem to be some sort of access-console-control panel.

Nice! Now if he could only get through this bloody bulkhead and get to the bomb site...

“Alrighty. What now?” They asked, running a finger through their fur.

* C'Telle cheered C'Sara on, before clearing his throat and realizing that it probably wasn't the best thing to do. But still.*

“Look, the panel.” She glanced at it, hoping it wasn’t damaged by someone’s stay shot.

"Tag and bag these two. Eshen, check on Allan and assist if needs be. C'Sara and C'Telle, on me. We're planting the second bomb." She said as she walked over through the corridor and peeked the corner again, checking for further hostiles.

C'Telle nodded immediately. "Got it."

“Yes!” They said, following the Lieutenant.

There was no way to plant the second bomb. The bulkhead was still down, separating that side of the corridor from the group.

"I have a bomb too, Eshen." She said as she held it up before putting it back on her belt.

Allan attempted to lower/put away the bulkhead via the control panel once he found it. It didn't seem too different from the ones on the base and on most ships, after all.

“Doesn’t matter who gets the bomb or not, so long as we have it. I’m willing to be there’s at least a dozen other agents on the other side of this bulkhead.” She muttered, positioning herself.

"Jericho, are there a dozen other agents on the other side of this bulkhead?"

[Comms] "Scans indicate that the four who retreated earlier are nearby, but not waiting directly outside of the bulkhead."

When Allan tried to raise the bulkhead it failed, asking for some form of security identification to do so.

"They're probably at the planting site. Keep an eye out." She said as she lowered her rifle. There wasn't much else she could do right now.

“Hm. Maybe we need some form of ID? Let’s get that granny’s ID.” They suggested.

“Hmm, that doesn’t sound good.” There wasn’t much else Am’el could do either, but ready herself.

Eshen walked over to where Allan was, since Sam told him to do that earlier.

“Wait, where’s that old blonde lady? Check if she has an ID.” She said, trying to help at least.

"Anyone wanna grab a security ID from one of the guards we just downed? Need some ID for this," he looked at Eshen as he walked over when he spoke.

"Are ya winning, hun - ah, yes, I can do that." Eshen turned around and looted the nearest ~~corpse~~ unconscious person.

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They might as well have all been corpses with the damage the Caitians had done.

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"...Voris, could you check if these guys are okay?" Eshen asked as he rummaged.

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"Sure thing." He proceeds to check the fallen gaurds. Jesus. What the fuck are these Caitians on, definitely not THC. Voris mentally notes to NOT ever date one or turn his back on one.

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He examined the unconscious people with a bit of disdain, knife still hand. BUT he wasn't going to stab anyone THIS TIME.

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“Some part of me wishes this was more covert, to go guns blazing is a bit much.” Of course a Romulan prefered being sneaky, how typical.

"I definitely prefer going in like this: knives out. And claws. And teeth."

"Also, C'Sara, C'Telle? Clam down a little. We don't want to claw anyone to death, okay?" She then turned to Am'el. "Weren't you the one who just tried to charge at two armoured hostiles? It would help if people didn't run off and stayed quiet when we move."

[Comms] "It wasn't supposed to be all guns blazing. It would have been rather helpful if the split-off group had stopped that agent before they could alert the entirety of the base to your presence," came a ever-so-slightly-unimpressed voice through the comms.

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Plus if any of the guards had any flesh injuries? Voris would silently use the dermal regenerator on them.

“I didn’t charge first! By then they were alerted to us.” She continued to look ahead.

"Well, they did try, but that was one tough old bird." She reminded him of Grandma, the old lady who lived near him when he was younger who he'd picked up the habit of saying 'dear' from... Nooo! He was a granny!

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C'Telle was about to shoot back a retort, but snapped his mouth shut and nodded at Sam. "Yes sir. ...Sorry sir." I'll fuckin' do it again.

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“Will do.” They took a deep breath.

He took a deep breath, running a hand through his fur. "What are my orders, sir? Besides not killing people?" He sounded weird actually obeying orders and calling people "sir" for once.

"Good. If it does happen again, you're with the next batch that goes back to the ship." She said to the caitians before she turned to Eshen. "Found that ID yet?"

“But, charging with a knife is stupid. I apologize.” She nodded briefly, but largely stayed static.

He found one! "These guys keep their IDs in weird places." He stood up and brought it to Allan.

Allan laughed, even in a chaotic moment like this somehow Eshen still managed to make him smile, which in turn eased his nerves and, say, probably made him work a little more efficiently. "Yeah 'hun', I'll be winning as soon as I get some identification-" soon enough, though, Eshen had handed him the ID and he raised an eyebrow. "Thanks. Weird places, huh?" He asked as he put the ID into the console and attempted to lower the bulkhead again. (edited)

"Yup. Weird places." No further explanation.

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With the groan of the heavy metal bulkhead being slowly raised, the path ahead was open again to give access to the corridors leading to the turbolift or the room in which the second explosive would be placed. There was no sign of guards so far.

“Your orders, sir?” She muttered, glancing at the Lieutenant.”

"Hm, interesting. Well, anyways, bulkhead's up." He said, taking the ID back out and holding onto it.

Eshen gave Allan a very gentle high-five, more of a tap, since they had to be quiet again, probably.

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"Eshen, Allan, Am'el and Voris, take the pattern enhancers and go to the turbolift. It's time to set a trap. The rest with me, we're planting a bomb." She said quietly before she raised her rifle again and slowly walked forwards. "And keep. Quiet."

C'Telle nodded, paws barely making sound when they hit the ground.

She started making her way to the turbolift. She was kind of upset at her performance so far, it was rusty. Maybe that’s a good thing, she was leaving that behind.

Feeling a bit annoyed from the Caitians, he silently went to his group to get the pattern enhancers.

With everyone moving quietly, there wasn't any further activity from the guards. It was known from the scans that they were further down the corridor - in the direction of the room at the very end, but so far, they didn't approach.

“This feels too quiet. A trap perhaps?” She notioned.

His antennae immediately curled tight hearing the word trap. He nodded in agreement.

Until now, the man - the Romulan, Saren, ensign, whatever - was in autopilot mode as soon as the first attacks happened. For one reason or another, he now blinked, shaking his head slightly, as if chasing away some sort of haze, and moved after Sam, hands gently clasping the weapon in them as if holding a small animal, not a cold instrument for hurting living beings. Who knew what was on his mind before. Nonetheless, now the Romulan was on high alert. Green eyes darted towards Am'el: "Think we need to check that?.."

And so she made her way down the corridor and to the mystery room, quietly moving along. She didn't respond on the comment, she had her focus elsewhere at the moment. "Trapping a lift is likely, hence why we're trapping the trap..." She whispered as she walked into the room.

Two halves of some sort of sentry tank were travelling down the corridor, one after the other. It hadn't fired upon the officer outside of the armoury, though, when they had remained idle there when it went by.

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It was only upon Saren shooting towards it that the top of the sentry swivelled around. One side had been left with the mechanical arms, so it continued on its course. The other, outfitted with the weaponry, spun in the direction of the shooting and started returning fire in rounds akin to small canon-volleys.

With Saren having stopped for the time being and not fired towards it in a moment, the sentry stopped firing too. It just kept on rolling along...

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Until a giant, circular, metal sheet came crashing down upon it. Both halves of the sentry became trapped underneath, trying to throw the section of ceiling off so it could continue in its automated path.

He let out a victorious half-wheeze, remembering that yelling "EAT SHIT, A S S H O L E", even in Rihannsu, would be very unprofessional and leave a very bad impression on poor Giles in his earpiece, who could probably hear the whole commotion happen. "Try to blow them up!" he leapt up, going back to the armoury. He had a feeling that his help would be needed there... (edited)

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