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Subject: Spectre compile Sept 29-Oct 5 (pt 3)

(USS Spectre - Temp Marine Staging Center - Major "Spider" Drizzt - 
12.53) 

Drizzt flexed his hand in the armored glove as he watched the slick 
little ship avoid blows from the small screen hanging on the wall. 
"Runabout size, non-traditional design, looks almost like a teardrop." 
he mused as the ship rocked from one of it's weapons. "Very interesting, 
this wasn't in any of the sim's I've ever seen about Xenolithe, looks 
like they have new tricks." The ship was suddenly hit with a full 
barrage, and it spun out of control for several seconds before righting 
itself and heaving too for another pass. 

The XCE nodded his helmeted head. =/=I would say...=\= 

=^=Bridge to Major Drizzt, report to the Transporter Room, I want you to 
take a squad over to the Nageri ship and capture the Xenolithe occupant. 
Alive if possible, dead if not.=^= 

Drizzt grabbed his rifle from the desk and immediately made way for the 
Transporter room. "XCE, Lieutenant and Master Chief are with me. The 
rest of the CE's stand by for emergency beamover." 

=/=Aye Sir!=\= 

They literally burst out of their temporary staging point at a dead run, 
their powered BDU's lending them the strength to move at top speed 
regardless of the armor's weight. Drizzt slid into the Transporter room 
a moment later, and quickly stepped aside so the other three members of 
the Marine boarding team could walk passed. 

"Put us as far Aft as you can," he said on external speakers to the 
Transporter Chief. 

The Chief barely had time to nod affirmative when the door opened again 
and the Chief of Security stepped through. The Major frowned, unseen 
behind the black of his faceplate, "You been ordered along too?" 

(reply Orde) 

"Mmm, stay behind us then. An angry Xenolithe can rip an Armored man 
apart, you would be like whip cream to him." The Major wasted no more 
time, he whipped around at jumped onto the Transporter Platform with 
Orde right behind him. 

=^=Bridge to Drizzt, the Xenolithe is all yours.=^= 

The Major pulled a Scattergun from it's rear-holster, and charged it up 
with the distinctive whine the weapon had come to be associated with. 
"Phasers to heavy stun, remember to hit the beast as many times as you 
can, it wont go down easy." 

He hung the Scattergun on a front clip for easy grabbing, just in case 
things went wrong as the gun didn't *have* a stun setting, and pulled 
his own rifle. He took a quick breath as he looked around to verify that 
everyone was ready, then said "Energize." 

(reply: Orde, if desired) 


(Nageri Scout Ship - Aft Section - Major "Spider" Drizzt - 12.59) 

NRPG: Orde can reply as needed. 

RPG: 
The five men and women beamed directly onto the ship, and Spider 
immediately fell to his knee and swung his rifle up. His HUD detected 
that the ship was very humid, and the relative temperature was 103 
degrees, though falling. The walls were a strange purplish color, and 
the floor itself was springy, like tissue, yet still solid enough to 
keep a solid footing. 

He didn't have any more time then that, a high pitched scream followed 
by guttural high-pitched noise with the cadence of speech filled his 
speakers; and a tan creature with a weapon in front of him jumped 
quickly into view. A blue beam took the Marine to his right full in the 
chest, and threw him against a wall. Drizzt didn't even have to aim, he 
simply pulled the trigger and caught a glancing blow on the Xenolithe 
warrior before it ducked down and rammed forward. 

Drizzt cursed in Andorian as he rolled off to the side. Before he could 
clear the way, however, the Xenolithe raked down with his right-hand 
claws and ripped a jagged gash into the Andorian's right-hand Armor. 
Phaser-beams criss-crossed the small ship as the Marines and Orde 
struggled to stun the creature. IT seemed to be mad, however, it was 
shaking off the stun-shots like they were flies. 

"Starfleet, clear!" he bellowed as he ripped the scattergun from it's 
clip and pointed it. The Marine Tactical Scattergun was, without 
exception, the best close-range weapon that existed. He brought it up 
and aimed slightly off center just as the Xenolithe was reaching down to 
attack another person. With perfect calmness he pulled the trigger, and 
of the fifty small bolts of energy that were discharged, ten or so 
managed to hit one of the Xenolithe's extended arms. The result was no 
contest, the arm went flying. 

It allowed just enough time, and just enough shock, that several phaser 
beams hit it dead-on and knocked it flying into the floor. 

He had also popped several smoldering holes into the floor and lower 
wall of the shuttle itself. In a moment of clarity, Drizzt figured that 
this ship had plenty of biological components built in. 

NRPG: Ok, so he doesn't know the ship is alive... Or was. 

RPG: 
The major looked over at the crumpled and bleeding body of the 
Xenolithe, and let out a slow breath. The battle had only lasted for 
forty five seconds, but in that time it had come far too close to 
subduing four Combat Engineers and one Starfleet Tactical Officer. 
Granted, it had been close quarters, but he didn't want to imagine 
trying to take on a whole slew of them without big-time backup and a lot 
of toys. 

"Drizzt to Spectre, Xenolithe is subdued and bleeding badly. If you want 
him, send him to a secure medbay with plenty of armed Security officers 
around." 

(reply any) 

Drizzt looked at his arm, he had four perfect gashes in armor that was 
made of a super-hardened polymer material made to spread energy and 
practically stop all physical attacks. Any deeper, and his arm would 
have been scored. "Nasty b*stard," he said to himself. He looked up 
again, "Secure this vessel." 

He took a good look at the Lieutenant, who had been hit dead-on with 
that energy weapon. The plate was discolored, but it didn't look like it 
had been breached. "All good?" he asked. 

(reply: Orde, Spectre, any) 
(posted by Trout) 

( 
USS Spectre: Personal Quarters - Ensign(jg) Saurik Rak'han - 12.53) 

Lt Orde was on shift at the moment, so Saurik was meditating in his 
quarters, opening one eye as his communicator woke up, 

=^=Maxwell to Rak'han -- medical needs a security contingent in the secure 
med bay. You're leading the squad-plus-half; stop by here and pick up the 
rifles the Chief has cooked up.=^= 

"On my way" 

The half-breed signaled the squad-plus-half to meet him in the Security 
Office before standing up and pulling on his top. He glanced around and 
buckled on his combat belt, on his way out of the door he paused and grabbed 
one of his Lirpa from where it sat on his table - a more modern version, 
with a collapsable shaft and heads of some metal with a too-long name. He 
slid it into his belt and headed off - if anyone challenged his carrying it 
he'd clame it as a cultural perogative. 

(USS Spectre: Security Office - Ensign(jg) Saurik Rak'han - 12.55) 

Saurik arrived with the last few of the security detail, glancing over them 
he nodded - all good officers, and with substantial combat experience, his 
bionic eye picked out the tell-tale signs of artificial limbs and skin- or 
flesh-grafts on more than a few officers. Unfortunatly they were probably 
the only such personelle onboard aside from Pierce, Maxwell and himself. And 
the Marines of course, but they were soldiers, not fighters - trained to 
kill everything in a given area and then defend it. Not that they weren't 
smart - but any brains they did have went towards that single purpose. But 
back to the job in hand, 

"Right I doubt any of you don't know but I'll go over things briefly anyway. 
A Xenolithe has been captured is being brought aboard to the secure medbay. 
You've all run the simulations I set up. Normal protocol is out of the 
window - if it's a danger blow it apart." 

He picked up one of the new rifles, 

"You've all seen these, take your pick from low-yield explosive, incendary 
or titanium rounds for the undersling. No depleted radiactives, not while 
we're using them ship-board. Any questions?" 

He glanced around, 

"No. Good - retrive your weapons and up sticks. And take any close-combat 
weaponry you need to make yourself feel better." 

He nodded to Maxwell and headed down to the Medbay with his heavily armed 
entourage in tow. 














(USS Spectre, Sickbay- Ensign(JG) Saurik Rak'han - 12.58) 

Saurik strode in and indicated that his men take up positions around the 
secure medbay, they were apparently right on time - the Xenolith had just 
solidified as he nodded to the CMO, holding his rifle ready. He and one 
other member of security - a Human called Jansen - would take up positions 
with whichever medical personel got closest to the thing. He looked at for a 
moment, then figured he'd better say something to relieve the tension among 
his security detail - though the dark humour might be lost on the medical 
officers, 

"Damn that thing is ugly." 

The slight movements and suppressed laughter form his men told him the blunt 
statement had done it's trick, partially at least. He glanced towards 
Cambridge. ~Your move Doc.~ 

(Reply Cambridge, any) 
(posted by Owen) 




(USS Spectre - Sickbay - ACMO Rain Anderson - 12.55) 
She held the laser scalpel firmly in her hand and waved it in front of her. What she really needed was one 10 times as big. One that big would cut through a xenolithe exoskeleton like a knife through butter. She didn't suppose she would have enough time to build one before they were needed. 
She turned at the commotion on the other side of the room. The message quickly passed from mouth to mouth that a xenolithe was being brought onboard. She grabbed the table quickly to prevent herself from falling. She knew then that they were all going to die. 
Her commbadge beeped and she tapped it automatically. 
=^=Rain. Lono here. The Captain's ordered an Away Team to investigate the disabled Nageri ship. He specified you're to be included. Meet us in the Transporter bay.=^= 
Her thoughts whirled through her head.... she was pleased that she was going to be away from the xenolithe in the secure medbay but maybe they were sending her to a nest of them. She knew she would rather cut out her own heart than come face to face with another xenolithe. 
"Acknowledged" she said weakly. 
She grabbed a medkit and head for the transporter. 
(USS Spectre - Transporter Room - ACMO Anderson - 13.08) 
Rain was out of breath by the time she reached the bay. She saw that there were only 3 on the away team and breathed a little easier. They wouldn't be putting them into a nest of xenolithes, she knew. She didn't know the officer from science but she hardly knew anyone so this wasn't a surprise. 
"Captain Remae asked for you to use your medical and biological expertise in examining the Nageri ship, as it is a living creature. Or was. It died moments ago, from the Spectre's torpedo." 
"It won't be the last casualty of the xenolithe I can assure you." She said, sounding braver than she felt. 
They stood up onto the platform and quickly were disassembled into composite atoms for the journey across space. 
(Reply Lono, Walker, any) 
(Posted by Wendy Keen)