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<p style="margin:0cm"><span
style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">NRPG -
Repost for corrections<br>
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Mission: Death in the Shadows<br>
Day: 9<br>
Stardate: 2446.02.09<br>
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style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black"><br>
(USS Illuminar - Deck 14 - Security - COS Lt(jg) Keung Lee, PO3 Jared
Boyles, Hercules Dever, Steve Hammons, P'Rah and Cadet Ksensia - 1415)<br>
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style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black"><br>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span
style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black"><br>
Devers
listened to the Chief and glanced at the members of his team - Boyles,
Collier and Ekoice. Seemed the Chief was keeping to separating Boyles
and Hammons, but knowing the
kind of trouble they could get into, he didn’t blame the Chief.
Grabbing a PADD, he looked over the schematics of the K’t’inga battle
cruiser. It really would help planning the infil, especially with the
sensor reports that Operations was uploading to the
PADD. </span></p>
<p style="margin:0cm"> <br>
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">A
simultaneous strike at the engine room and the bridge was the most
expedient manner of controlling the ship. Now if they would beam over
gas grenades to these locations to help
disable the crew stationed there, that might make securing the ship
easier, and allow them to then focus on mop up.</span></p>
<br>
<p style="margin:0cm"><span
style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">Cadet
Ksensia Lin came into the room at a run. The half bajoran/trill was
rather pretty looking, with long red hair that was tightly braided, then
tucked into a low bun. Her battle
uniform was precise and she looked rather pleased, yet fierce. This was
her first real away mission and she was ready to have some fun. She had
missed out on the last away mission because she had blown off doing all
of her coursework and found out the hard
way that those stupid simulations mattered. She had applied herself and
was available for this mission. She took the phaser rifle and then the
hand phaser that was handed to her. She wore her personal blades on her
belt, the Damascus folded steel daggers
in their supple real leather sheaths. She was looking forward to this.
“Sir? Cadet Ksensia. Which team am I on?”</span></p>
<br>
<p style="margin:0cm"><span
style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">Hammons
walked in with his game face on. The knife Alaya had given him hung to
his left and his sidearm on his right. He picked up a phaser rifle and
checked its charge as he hefted
it. "Another day, another boarding action. At least a Klingon ship
should fill the bill as a pirate vessel. There's no telling what kind of
savages we might find over there."</span></p>
<p style="margin:0cm"><span
style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black"><br>
Ensign
Andy Taylor was behind Hammons in line to pick up his rifle. “I would
expect that you'd have a lot in common with savages, Mr. Hammons.” He
smiled as he thought it funny
to call the older Hammons Mister. </span></p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span
style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">Chief
Lee who had decided against everyone wearing the tactical Battle suits
mainly they were not really designed to operate in a closed environment
especially in a ship. They were
cumbersome and got in the way. Also he had discovered that apart from
the fact that they ate up a lot of energy, the user tended to depend on
the tech rather than their own personal skills and talents.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> <span
style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">There
was an air of anticipation in the room as the team members in the room
were actually looking forward to the boarding action. Lee studied his
PADD to work out the allocation
of the teams and their mission. Cadet Ksensia had eagerly asked which
team she was on. Lee wondered how she would cope on her first away
mission. He would brief the team. He called out to Lt Trei who was
about to depart to the Armoury to be issued with
a weapon to wait.</span>
</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> <span
style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">“Our
mission is essentially to board and secure vital areas. We need to
secure engineering, cargo bays and take the bridge to recover the
computer and navigation systems on the
ship. Hopefully, they might provide useful information about their
activities, weapons ports of call, buyers and so on. The schematics
shows there are volumes of space on the map which are not detailed.
There could be secret compartments to hide contraband.”
explained Lee. “Alright these are the teams with their call signs. </span>
</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> <span
style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">Alpha
- Team leader Devers with Boyles, Collier and Ekoice. Your task is to
secure the Cargo bays and the immediate surrounding decks.</span>
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<p class="MsoNormal"> <span
style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">Brave -
Team leader myself with P’Rah, Taylor, and Mali will be securing
engineering.</span>
</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> <span
style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">Charlie-
Team leader Hammons, Ksensia, Koksv, and Shosi. Lee glanced at Shosi
who was Andorian and hoped that Koksv, a Klingon, should work well
together. At least Lee was
confident that Hammons was capable enough to handle those two
particular species. “Your role is to secure the bridge. Lieutenant
Trei will be joining your team. Her job will be to download the
computer data on the bridge. So she must be protected at all
costs!”.</span>
</p>
<p style="margin:0cm"> <span
style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">Backup
team Delta will be led by Assistant chief of Security, Carol Linnis.
Her team will consist of Ekoice, Lannox, Jucowe. You probably won’t be
needed but I want to cover all
contingencies. </span></p>
<p style="margin:0cm"> <br>
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">I
have no data as to what the opposition will be like.
</span><span
style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#333333">Scan
your surroundings and identify cover points, possible ambush points and
escape routes. Always stay within your teams, stay within your
designated areas, work together, look after each other.”</span></p>
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style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:#333333"><br>
"Yes
sir but as Lieutenant Trei is a superior officer I assume she will have
command unless and until my expertise is needed so I'll defer to her."</span></p>
<p style="margin:0cm"><span
style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black"> </span></p>
<p style="margin:0cm"><span
style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">Koksv asked
“What about the rules of engagement?” </span></p>
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style="mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0cm">
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">“You
are authorized to use all necessary means at your disposal to secure the
ship” said Lee after a moment pause. “I suggest now that all teams get
together to discuss and plan your strategy. If you
need to go to the armoury to be issued with any other weapon then go
ahead.”</span></p>
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style="mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0cm">
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">Shosi
was unsurprised by the Klingon’s question. Koksv should be in his
element on a Klingon vessel given the clearance to use “all means at his
disposal.” She said under her breath, “I hope we have
enough body bags.” She was not a fan of the Klingon desire to fight at
the drop of a hat, but did have an appreciation for some of the Klingon
battle strategies. She wouldn’t need any further weapon assistance
from the armoury, since they did not carry weapons
that surpassed her own personal items.</span></p>
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style="mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0cm">
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black"> Lee
raised his right fist in the air and shouted “Oorah”<br>
</span></p>
<p
style="mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0cm"><span
style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">Devers
looked at Boyles and rolled his eyes. ~what are we the marines?~ he
thought uncharitably <br>
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<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">P’Rah
patiently stood there and listened. He was ready with a side arm and a
phaser rifle. He closed his eyes to all the pep talk that was going
around. He had one mission and only one mission. Secure
engineering with the team. He could do without the comradery. He was
not the G.I. Joe type. He was the get in and don’t die type.</span></p>
<p
style="mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0cm">
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">Lee
thought about the newbies on the teams. Their first action. All the
teams were now in discussion with each other. For some strange reason
which Lee couldn’t work out, Charlie 1 was having their briefing
outside the Security Centre in the passageway. Alpha 1 sat near the
Security Monitoring Centre. In the meantime, Lee took his team into his
office for his briefing and showed the schematics of the engineering
area to Anju Mali, a former Starfleet engineer
before she changed careers. She would have the technical knowhow to
secure the consoles of that department. </span></p>
<p
style="mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0cm">
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">Lee
knew next to nothing about the engineering side of any ship. He was
fortunate enough when he was at the Academy that he was exempt from such
classes because of the time he came from. After all,
youngsters in this age already knew the practicalities of warp drive
technology!! </span></p>
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style="mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0cm">
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">“What
is the possibility of switching off the gravity and life support
systems in engineering or are they controlled from the bridge?” asked
Lee to Mali</span></p>
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style="mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0cm">
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">Anju
turned from looking at schematics and she said “it can be done from
engineering. If the teams are overwhelmed by opposition then I can
switch off the gravity. I mean we are trained to fight and
move in non gravity environments. As for life support, we can cut off
all the systems but that won’t do anyone any good. We’re not wearing
environmental suits.”</span></p>
<p
style="mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0cm">
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">Lee
nodded and glanced at P’Rah and Taylor. “It is vital that we don’t
destroy the engineering consoles and to ensure that Anju can be provided
with cover so she can do her job. Once we secure engineering,
perhaps we can concentrate on nearby passageways. We don’t want any
pirates trying to re-take engineering.”</span></p>
<p
style="mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0cm">
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">Taylor
frowned and shrugged. Being an explosives expert didn’t really come in
handy if you’re not planning on blowing things up. However if they ran
into booby traps he’d be the man for the job. </span></p>
<p
style="mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0cm">
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">“Passage
ways, check,” he repeated. “Blowing things up, uncheck.” He looked
over at P’Rah and said, “He’s no fun anymore.”</span></p>
<p
style="mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0cm">
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">“No
worries, I have a soft touch and a long tail.” P’Rah commented. “I can
whip it against the pirates as much as the next guy.” He knew how to
work within his parameters.</span></p>
<p
style="mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0cm">
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">Taylor
laughed, “I’m sure that tail has a lot of uses. Makes me want one.”</span></p>
<p
style="mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0cm">
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">Devers
gathered alpha team members and retreated to a corner to discuss
strategy and loadout. </span></p>
<p
style="mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0cm">
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">"Expect
choke points and crossfire. Clean out knots of enemies by hitting them
with stun grenades first and watch your six. We don't have enough people
to properly consolidate territory and there are
over a hundred life signs aboard the cruiser. We hit and move fast.
Don't get bogged down or you'll get cut off. Once we reach our
objectives we can cut off portions of the enemy forces using force
fields through main control and isolate them for cleanup."
Hammons recited the list from memory. "Standard blitzkrieg tactics,
hard, fast and clean. If you get cut off transport out or you'll get
mown down by reinforcements."</span></p>
<p
style="mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0cm">
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">"Oh,
one other thing." Steven looked around the group. "They aren't going to
be looking to stun, kill when you have to. These guys are out for blood
and have been from the beginning. Better to make them
dead than to get made dead."</span></p>
<p
style="mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0cm">
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">Shosi
nodded, it was sound military advice. “An old Andorian proverb, the
only way to make sure your enemy won’t come back is to make sure they
can’t come back.”</span></p>
<p
style="mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0cm">
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">Devers
looked at the cadet, “Cadet Ksensia Lin, report to the alpha team on
the bounce. Crewwoman Ekoice, head over to Delta with PO Lannis.” </span></p>
<p
style="mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0cm">
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">The
mixed species cadet nodded and headed over to the Alpha team. She was so
excited and even though it was just the cargo bays, that was as
important as other areas on the ship, or so she kept telling
herself. Skill wise, she was a decent marksman and a better sniper. She
would need to set up someplace high to take out the enemy targets. She
reported to Devers, “Sir? I’m Cadet Ksensia.” She was an interesting mix
with the bajoran nose and trill spots.
“Lt. Lee assigned me to your team, Sir.” ~To keep me safe~. She
thought resentfully but it did make some sense. </span></p>
<p
style="mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0cm">
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">Devers
looked over the cadet. He still disliked the idea of assigning cadets
to boarding operations. “Cadet, I am not your drill instructor or
training officer. Can the Sir, I work for a living,”
he said in the fine tradition of NCOs around the galaxy. “What are
your hand-to-hand combat ratings? </span></p>
<p
style="mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0cm">
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">She
blinked in confusion but nodded. “Passable. I’m a better sniper so that
was my focus. Get me up high and I’ll take out whatever you want dead.
I’ve also got some medic training. I wanted to be a
Starfleet marine when I grew up. And then there was no marine force
recruiting.” </span></p>
<span style="font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">Lee
called the teams to attention. “I just want to say before you continue
with your team briefings. If it is at all possible, do not exhaust your
phaser levels or conserve projectiles like bullets.
Select your targets and do not fire indiscriminately. As for
grenades..no frag grenades. It’s too risky. You are likely to blow a
bulkhead and being sucked out into space is not a nice thing! Use stun
and flashbangs. It is likely that the ship’s lighting
could be damaged so vision will be limited. So the rule is if you
recognize anyone in the middle of a firefight from the ship, you need to
quickly identify yourself and shout out ‘friendlies!”. I personally
want to avoid being the target of friendly fire.
The other thing is..again if possible. Capture alive anyone who looks
like they have some sort of authority. Keep communications to a
minimum..no unnecessary chatter. You’re not on the playground!. Use hand
signals where possible. This is really for the
benefit of the newbies among you but it is a good reminder for the rest
of us. Alright get back to your briefings. Everyone should have a
clear idea of what their roles are and to gel together as a team. I want
no loose cannons.”<br>
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</span>(Reply - None)<br>
Posted by: <br>
Al - Taylor and Shosi<br>
Charles - Hammons, Boyle<br>
John - Lee<br>
Kris - P'Rah<br>
Mel - Ksensia<br>
Tim - Devers<br>
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