Lieutenant Talara Heral Amblitsio (Deep Space Five)

Flying Cross

For her outstanding flying capabilities and command fighting off the pirates during the rescue of the SS Revagiant. The technical skill displayed and commanding the small fleet of attack craft displayed a understanding far better than my own. = SAMPLE POST = M2 MD1, around 1200 (sarek time) OLD: “That’s no good,” he shook his head at the commander, “we have lost power, which means we have no power to operate the doors, neither do the pirates. Doors are sealed, just be ready for when they open them” Allen seethed. NEW: = USS Sarek, Bridge = "Sir!" Isabelle called out. "We have a clear shot at the lead pirate vessel. Also, the Revagiant is in desperate need of assistance on board. The pirates have boarded her Sir" "Helm, take us to the Revagiant. Inform the DS5 ships that we are going to help them. Ask them if they need more support and where the hell are our interceptors?" “We are going to assist the Revagiant Castor” Belle transmitted. “Will you need our support or are we clear to assist the Revagiant?” - USS Castor, Bridge - The Trill was still battling to keep the Wallace on the Talon's blind spot but it was an uphill struggle despite the smaller craft's better manoeuvrability. With the Sarek moving off the second Talon, despite being under attack from the Pollux and the wing of Peregrines, came in behind the Castor in turn. "Hold on..." she gasped "zh'Razah, turret to aft now! Fire at will! Have the Pollux and fighter wing Talon pick up our target and we'll take this one, ok?" - USS Pollux, Bridge - The Pollux shuddered under the streams of energy from the ship they were pursuing. Fire suppression systems begun to activate in the background. "Damage report!" "Shields down to 30% slowly regenerating, phaser banks still up but only at 50% trying to get back up to at least 75." The Ensign at the communications console interrupted. "The Castor has ordered us to alternate targets, sir." "Now?!" He asked rhetorically. "Fine," he added before anyone had a chance to respond. "We can play the tag game. The gloves come off, though. Auxiliary power to weapons." He again moved to look over the shoulder of his pilot. "There is a fluctuation in their port-quarter shields. Focus all fire there. Photon torpedoes - full spread, full yield." He clung to the helmsman's chair. - USS Castor, Bridge - As the Castor's roll came to an end Heral could see that their shields had suffered a bit (and were down to 69%) from the second Talon's run at them, but now they were underneath them with speed. It was payback time. "Tell the Sarek to hurry up and any more support it could give us would be much appreciated, but obviously that freighter is the first concern." she yelled back across the bridge slightly louder than was needed. As the impulse engines reached full she said "Ok then, hold your fire: save the last 7 photons - we'll give them a volley of quantums this time - and let all phaser banks recharge until I tell you to fire." As the little ship surged upwards the Lieutenant laid in the run's exit co-ordinates so they were ready when the time came. The HUD overlay on the ship's forward window showed 1000 metres, 800, 600, Collision Warning, Collision Warning, 400... as soon as 400 was reached Talara screamed "FIRE!" The little ship's Pulse Phasers sprang into life in tandem with the pair of forward firing type VIIs and the withering salvo of four quantum torpedoes. For such a small ship it was an awesome display of firepower and the Talon's port quarter certainly felt the effects of it. As soon as she'd seen the last torpedo fired the Trill punched the console and the little ship suddenly banked to starboard and went through 60 degrees of it's ventral axis. The inertial dampeners couldn't keep up with the move and so everyone aboard felt a jolt as they ship entered the curve. Then another as the Talon's remaining disruptor and one photon struck their ventral section. Too busy laying in co-ordinates to check the top right section of the HUD Talara yelled "Damage Report - us and them!" The young Bolian at Ops stammered for a moment as he answered "Ss...sss..sshields down to 56%, but theirs are only at 20% nnow. Looks like we've knocked out their port disruptor, port power transfer relays and their port nacelle seems damaged but still operational." "Good shooting there Lieutenant." called Heral "I'll try and put us back on their tail or port quarter soon as I get the chance. How're Sarek, Pollux and the fighters doing?" - USS Pollux, Bridge - With a shutter from a blast against the ship Devero was knocked down from it and knocked unconsious. "Ensign Grarg, Devero has been knocked down." Grarg heard over the communicator. "I will be right up, keep the target and keep firing." Came the reply. - USS Sarek, Bridge - “ETA to Revagiant, one minute, we are within transport range.” Belle called out. “Sir? We can beam the crew off and the pirates as well if you wish..” Guilder tapped his knees, watching the 2 pirate craft taking a pounding from the ships named Pollux & Castor and the Sareks own interceptors. He leant forward, clasping his hands as if in prayer and watched the forward screen intently, whilst deciding on a course of action for the Revagiant. "Still nothing from them?" He asked, biting his lower lips, splaying his beard forward. "Nothing." Replied Tyrone "Sir, Do we beam the Revagiant's crew off?" Belle called from Ops. - Revagiant - The sound of phaser fire on the bridge door began to annoy the hell out of Wisron, the captain. The sweat on his brow ran freely down his nose and he did nothing to wipe it away. He was thinking of Moldriva and silently praying she was not in danger. Ru'Han crept forward, holding the phaser at arms length. Her own vision in the dark was exceptional and her ears guided her to the breathing of the infiltrators a few metres ahead. She altered the phaser setting to wide beam and heavy stun. Backing against the wall, she paused for a breath and fell slowly to her knees then onto her stomach. She edged up to the corner and counted to herself, then pushed herself forward enough to point the phaser and pressed hard on the grip, allowing the weapon to discharge longer than was necessary. The firing ceased, shortly followed by a thump of bodies hitting the deck. She paused, holding pointing the phaser to what would be approximately waist high, waiting for the remainder to come rushing her way. She held her breath and turned her head, attuning to any sounds or movement. None came. Pushing herself to her knees, she carefully peered around the corner. Ahead lay 4 bodies, all slumped at strange angles upon the floor. She stood and made her way towards them, pointing the phaser at one then another, in case they were faking unconsciousness. As she reached the first, her left leg spat out and kicked the prone being in the chest. He did not make a sound. She proceeded and made sure each of them was truly stunned and when she was sure, she turned the pistol around and banged at the door. "Captain, it's Ru'han. Are you..." she blacked out, hit from behind by a disruptor pulse and fell forward against the door, herself unconscious. - USS Castor - The situation was looking good. Sarek was almost on the Revagiant, Pollux and the fighters had their Talon under the cosh and as the Castor completed its turn was back on its limping opponent's vulnerable quarter with phasers and torpedoes ready for a fresh onslaught. But thing's were looking too good. Too good by far. "Lieutenant we've got a huge tetryon surge astern." called the Operations Ensign "There's a ship decloaking! Klingon, D'Tai class Heavy Cruiser. It's firing!" With the weapons not yet ready to fire Talara threw the Castor into a steep dive to try and avoid the onslaught. "Have the Peregrines wing pick up our target and tell Sarek to get itself here NOW!" she screamed as the small ship shook violently and suddenly went dead. A console to the rear of the bridge blew and the crewman who had been standing at it ended up slumped over the now empty command chair. "DAMAGE REPORT" called Heral over the noise. "Aft shields are down, impulse engines offline, the turret's jammed forward but still able to fire, we have four wounded in engineering." "Bridge to Ward Room" began Talara as she entered Evasive Pattern Gamma "Melara you and your nurse have incoming. Four from below decks, one from up here." - USS Castor, Ward Room - "Acknowledged Bridge" answered the Doctor as she cleared the nearest table and pulled the medical equipment down from the bulkhead. "Kolab, give me a hand here. Until I say otherwise you're a nurse." Looking at the doctor, the marine Lt, replied in assistance of the request "Of course I will, what is needed, and where do you need me to go, I'm here at the ready" Zhual motioned while prepared for anything new. As the four from Engineering were brought in Melara immediately pulled out her medical tricorder. The first had a dislocated shoulder - something she could sort very quickly, the second had fairly severe plasma burns to his arms, face, and upper torso; all things Tagras would have trouble dealing with here, the third had a broken arm and the fourth had a simple concussion. Leading the Marine to the last one she said "Ok this isn't brain surgery... or at least not quite. All I need you to do is run this device over the wound site in smooth, even strokes. Any trouble call me over. Think you can do that?" Under the jurisdiction of the Doctor, the marine was understanding of the new orders and had analysis training to boot while in his marine boot camp, this procedure that the doctor had tasked him with wouldn't be hard at all, looking back and then replying "Yes, I'll be able to handle this, it shouldn't be that hard, as long as I do it correctly as you stated I should be fine" Then the marine proceeded with the strokes of the device, over the troubled areas of the engineering crewmember. "Good. Enjoy." and with that she was gone. Straight to the dislocation with a hypospray of anetrizine. A few moments later the shoulder was popped back in and, although with very little feeling in his right arm the crewman was packed off and back to duty. Now it was time to stabilise the burns patient... life could be easier... - USS Sarek, Bridge - "Scan the vessel for life forms, and prepare a lock, but do not beam them off yet. We dont know who are the crew and who are the pirates." Aaron responded to the COO. "I have them locked sir," Isabelle replied. She had already done it. "We may have to risk it." "We cannot afford to take chances at this time, we have to be sure." He replied, dropping his eyebrows down as two thoughts ate at his conscience. The first being the failure of his actions to save the Revagiant, the second being that the ship would not be its best condition for the new Captain to take charge of. "Sir, we have a major issue. Life signs are slowly being picked off one by one on the Rev!" Bell called showing the scans on the viewer. "We need an answer now!!!!!!" Again Guilder shifted in his seat, planning the next move, as it could not be worse to be stuck on there as here. He played through the possibilities in his mind and decided on his course of action, based upon the urgency in the COOs' voice. "Beam them out, hold in the pattern buffers, they will all be armed I should imagine, so disable their weapons. I want them all in a level 2 forcefield." He breathed deeply and could smell the nervous air on the bridge and it did nothing to calm his own concerns as the heavy class cruiser decloaked behind them. "I already did." Belle commented, ignoring the ramifications that she had gone over his head and done it without orders. But when people were dying she really did not care. "They are in the buffers. Security and Ops will help clear them before they go to Medical." Aaron raised a single eyebrow, momentarily annoyed at her decision to do this without orders, then realised, he would have probably done the same if he believed lives were in danger. "Very well, Lieutenant. What about that heavy cruiser behind us?" He asked in general to the bridge, turning in his chair and looking directly at Tyrone, who seemed to blush under his question. "Ensign?" He asked, expecting a report of any nature. Tyrone cleared his throat. "Its a Klingon D'Tai class, about 20 years out of active service. Her forward torpedo tubes are loaded and locked. Shields at full and she is angry." He added the last bit for a true appraisal of her attack run on the Castor. Guilder heard the pop inside his head and closed his eyes tightly, blocking the image out of his minds eye of the Pollux being totally disintegrated by this Klingon ship, which was far too powerful for the two small vessels and a couple of fighters and interceptors. With his eyes still closed Guilder issued the orders. "Lieutenant Souder, secure the transportees. Ensign Dadswell, target the D'Tai's weapons and get us close......" =/\= "Sarek, Castor here," Aaron heard over the Comm, "and we need your assistance immediately!" "Rev's crew are in the buffers!" Bell called. "We have them all!" "Ch'Shran, get us back there as quick as possible. Mr Dadswell, full spread, short range quantum torpedoes, maximum yield!" He exclaimed and allowed the bridge crew to follow up his command as he pushed himself back into the chair. - USS Pollux, Bridge - "Sir the Sarek has targeted the Klingon vessel. Should we follow with them?" a voice was heard from the bridge. Thinking over the situation Grarg knew that they would probably not come out of this alive. "Keep your distance, but yes lets help them with what ever we can." He said hesitantly. OFF: To Be Continued...