Khrys
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Cold Harbor Simm
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Post by Khrys on Jul 16, 2009 23:10:23 GMT -6
Location: CRV Outpost Omicron, Basement Security Level
Khrys listened as the Human gave a brief introduction “I’m Colonel Samuel Grant of The USS Cold Harbor CRV; now will you put those damn things down?” she didn’t lower her weapon just yet “And these are my fellow Senior Officers; Security Chief Captain Zek, Engineering Chief Murkeye, Senior Science Officer Kael and our Exchange Officer Sabal…” Khrys couldn’t understand what the benefits were in having an enemy along in their ‘great experiment’ but lowered her weapon and followed when the Colonel ordered them into the side room, which turned out to be a medical bay of some kind.
“Okay, your turn… Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?” Khrys introduced herself “I’m Khrys Sa R’Nagt head nurse of this outpost” Khrys pointed to Maggie “This is C17 Magenta, Maggie for short, a computer specialist” Khrys pointed to Nick “and Nicholas Taylor, our pilot. We didn’t arrive here until just before the Borg attacked, the computers here hadn’t registered us as being part of the crew here yet. So they didn’t know they missed anyone during the mass assimilation.” Khrys went to continue but heard their engineer whisper to their Colonel “I’m getting 11 lifesigns in this room.” Khrys placed two of her hands affectionately on her extended belly “That’s my fault Colonel; I’m currently in my 27th month of pregnancy, triplets.” She added to clarify. “Anyway you know we are here because we work here, what are you doing here, and without a larger assault team?” Khrys had no problem continuing their conversation, as she didn’t know they were on a time crunch.
Location: CRV Outpost Omicron, Basement Security Level
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Jul 18, 2009 15:59:06 GMT -6
Location: Outpost; ‘security level’; medical bay
Colonel Grant listened to the introductions, and nodded at each, trying his best to keep his calm; things just never seemed to be simple wherever he was concerned. “We didn’t arrive here until just before the Borg attacked, the computers here hadn’t registered us as being part of the crew here yet. So they didn’t know they missed anyone during the mass assimilation.” He smiled a bit, “Well, that explains the next question on how you are still alive and, well, you…” He heard his Engineering Chief behind him in a softer tone, “I’m getting 11 life signs in this room.” But, before Samuel’s over active imagination could get the better of him, only briefly giving into the thought of having ‘cloaked Borg drones’ coming out of the walls, the three-armed nurse in front of him answered his Chiefs concern.
“That’s my fault Colonel; I’m currently in my 27th month of pregnancy, triplets.” Samuel was by far no expert on all the races in The Federation had encountered, not to mention even all those part of Starfleet, so he resigned to the fact that she just had to know what she was talking about, and tried to say something constructive to regain his stature “Then I suppose congratulations are in order?” But if what she said was true, then they really needed to get her out of here.
“Anyway you know we are here because we work here, what are you doing here, and without a larger assault team?” That being the main center point of the whole ordeal. “Because this is all I could bring…” he said with a heavy sigh. “The rest of my crew, I hope, are still alive and fighting up in orbit around this planet; there was a small Borg fleet trying to defend the planet. If it wasn’t for Sabal’s Bio-ship and the initial, and incredibly aggressive, distraction provided by my Ship, we’d never have been able to make it down.” He took a breath and focused on his thinking, so many things were bottled up in his head that he was beginning to lose focus, but his training kept forcing everything back in order; with increasing needed effort.
“We’re down here to try and figure out what The Borg are trying to defend on his planet, and our best guess is the heavily ‘secured room’ at the end of this hallway. Our ship’s sensors couldn’t penetrate it, nor could our hand held scanners. The Borg don’t take defensive action, they’re relentless attackers, and on the rare occasion they don’t win, they usually either self-destruct or warp away; or hope into one of their damned conduits.” He double checked the charge coil on his rifle, and looked back at the found refugees “But not here; they’ve dug in and are defending something. Our battles over the last few days have shown these Borg of independent thought and tactics; something is very wrong here and I want to know what it is.” Then realizing that Khrys had said she was the head nurse of this outpost, he locked eyes with her and said “Just what the hell were you people doing down here?” completely forgetting that she said they’d just arrived, and more the likely had no idea what she was getting herself into upon her arrival.
After getting no new information, Samuel looked at the door they’d came in and knew it was time to move. “Alright people listen up, we need to get into that door, one way or the other, and figure out just what is going on here so we know what we need to do next.” He turned back to the group “Khrys, ‘Maggie’, Kael; you three stay here and give covering fire and wait for the call incase anyone gets hurt. Zek, Sabal and myself, will charge the door and try and take out the 6 drones that are guarding the entrance, Bob and Lt. Taylor will come behind us, giving us cover fire as well and will try and gain access to do the door. Should we take the door position, my team will guard the Chief and Lt. Taylor as the do their work. Question?” After answering that, if any, there were, the teams prepped for the attack.
OOC NOTE: This attack by the away team will occur AFTER Dr. Jackson makes her decision and conversation with Hugo-D’kat, whatever that decision will be. She will not be aware of the attack until after she makes a decision; which is hers alone to make, whatever it is.
As the doors slid open, the teams crept out, and charged the door. Samuel got off the first shot, which struck one of the drones in the upper chest, causing it to stagger, but still stand; his quick successive shot finally felling it. But there were still 5 more, and they charged forward, firing as they went.
Location: Outpost; ‘security level’; corridor near Main Security Room
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Jul 18, 2009 20:44:42 GMT -6
Location: Secured Room, aka Hugo's Room
Sabina looks at Hugo, "Here. You better keep your end of the bargain."
Sabina gives the modified bio-probes to one of Hugo's drones. She hadn't had much time to prepare and test them, but there had been no problems with the probes she had given the drone. There had been a batch that had a problem. She keeps the vial of bad probes in her boot- in case Hugo didn't keep his promise, she always had the option of sabotage. She retreats near the door- it was guarded to keep her in, but if it was opened from the outside by another drone, there was a chance she could slip out. Hugo and his drones seemed distracted by something else, so the confusion might be able to give her a chance. She tries to keep her thoughts as confused as possible, just in case a telepath was still listening to her. She was under enough stress, it wasn't difficult to do so.
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Post by * Cold Harbor Story / Action * on Jul 19, 2009 19:53:07 GMT -6
* Cold Harbor Story / Action * Outpost Security Room; Hugo’s LairHugo-d’Kat turned, back away from one of the on-going assimilations, as Doctor Jackson entered the room again, he noticed she was carrying an item and he smiled; his Cardassian ‘fangs’ prominent as ever. " Here.” came her voice, and he reached out an augmented hand and retrieved the vile. “ You better keep your end of the bargain.” Still he didn’t speak, he turned and handed the vial to one of the other drones, of obvious medical design, and then slowly stepped back to his alcove, reattaching himself to it. A moment after he did so, he spoke “ Thank you, my dear doctor.” The words flowed easily now, but still, whether it be his Borg side or his Cardassian side, the still dripped poison. “ I knew I could count on you…” The medical drone placed the vial into one of the medical counsels next to his alcove, and ran a few small tests on the probes, while the tests were running, Hugh couldn’t help but gloat. “ It’s a beautiful thing, the idea that I can complete my mission; complete the goal I was designed for!” The Cardassian flamboyance showed as much now as ever “ It’ll be glorious… the destruction of the blind Collective and its insect stupidity… the destruction and removal of the overly blood lust filled Dominion, and their ‘liquid masters’… the destruction of the bickering and blubbering alpha quadrant races… all will be wiped from the Galaxies to allow The Initiative to rule and prosper; the augmented children will grow and learn of the past, and help create the future.” The vial, now tested, was placed in a medical injection tool, and the medical drone walked over to him and jabbed him in the chest with it, about where the Cardassian heart would be, and injected the whole dose. Hugo initially roared in pain, then collapsed out of his alcove and onto the ground; his ‘umbilical cord’ snapping in the process, and ‘bled out’ all over the floor. He lay motionless for a few minutes, and the other drones in the room, stopped and stared. Two grabbed Sabina by either arm, one shouted at her in a rough English through its Andorian tongue, “ You will pay for this betrayal!” and quickly arched its assimilation tubules towards the Doctor’s neck. Yet, just before they connected, “ STOP!” came a voice, and drones let go of Doctor Jackson quickly and turned in astonishment, finding Hugo had begun to rise from the floor. There was a different glistening in his eyes, and he began to laugh; a laugh from deep down in his bowels. “ Yess… Yesss… I can feel them working, I can feel them consuming the old and obsolete ones and replenishing themselves… I feel… I feel…” he paused a moment, and then shouted even louder “ ALIVE, I feel alive!” The surrounding drones cheered, in their mechanical undertones, and there was an eerie celebration that occurred. Hugo charged over to where Sabina was standing, easily dwarfing her small size, and picked her up by both shoulders; her feet dangling half a meter off the ground. “ You did it! You really did it!” Fanged mouth and all, he embraced her closely and kissed her on the cheek “ I knew I picked right… I knew you wouldn’t let me know, that you couldn’t let me down.” He then placed the Doctor, in her understandably shaken state, back on her own two feet. “ You have no idea how much you’ve helped bring peace to the ‘stars’.” His mind for justifiable conquest now truly was ready for his huge dreams. “ How can I repay such a debt?” He was sure she’d say her freedom, but he couldn’t allow that, not after what she’d done, not after how helpful she’d been… no no, he had a better idea. “ Your willingness to help people, even those of your ‘enemy’, makes you irreplaceable.” With a flick of the wrist, the two drones adjacent her grabbed her by her arms again “ You can continue to help us, you will help equalize our vengeance with your compassion, you can be my Queen…” even against her protests, the two drones brought her over to the assimilation table, where they discarded the officer that had been there, and placed her on it and strapped her down. The medical drone cut away her lab coat and began to cut on her uniform, about her left arm, preparing to inject her with nano-probes and turn her into a medical designated Borg. Hugo laughed, and patted her softly on the head, “ Don’t worry my dear Sabina, you will still be you. Your individuality will be kept; it’s what I value most. But I’ll make better and more durable, and allow you to live for ever!” He smiled down at her, that evil Cardassian grin etched on his face “ See Sabina, I did keep my end of the bargain,” Cardassian’s inability to control their over exaggerations and flamboyance chewing up the time that probably saved her life “ you’ll be allowed to live, as yourself, forever… what more could a Doctor ever want?” But it was at this time, just as the needle and blade began to penetrate Sabina’s skin, the away team got through the door… USS Cold HarborOOC Note: With the change, the only currently ‘playing character’ aboard the ship is XO Tyler, so this is posted for both the story information and if he chooses (or is able) to currently do anything else. For continuity sake, with all that’s happened, it will be ASSUMED that both Hooper and Tam were casualties during the attack (not by Tyler’s EMP action) and are dead. Should contact be made with them and they do choose to come to this board and SIM, we can always re-write them in and explain what happened… Tyler’s tactic had worked, the EMP blast disabling the Borg Ships (and more specifically The Borg themselves, as they can’t survive without either their human or mechanical sides), and the majority of systems aboard The Cold Harbor as well. However, there were still tons of survivors and with a little effort and work, from experienced engineers, she’d be space worthy again; however, she did show signs of the tough struggle.
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Jul 19, 2009 22:40:27 GMT -6
“Thank you, my dear doctor.” The words flowed easily now, but still, whether it be his Borg side or his Cardassian side, the still dripped poison. “I knew I could count on you…”
The medical drone placed the vial into one of the medical counsels next to his alcove, and ran a few small tests on the probes, while the tests were running, Hugh couldn’t help but gloat. “It’s a beautiful thing, the idea that I can complete my mission; complete the goal I was designed for!” The Cardassian flamboyance showed as much now as ever “It’ll be glorious… the destruction of the blind Collective and its insect stupidity… the destruction and removal of the overly blood lust filled Dominion, and their ‘liquid masters’… the destruction of the bickering and blubbering alpha quadrant races… all will be wiped from the Galaxies to allow The Initiative to rule and prosper; the augmented children will grow and learn of the past, and help create the future.”
She listens, growing more horrified by his gloating. "You said you wanted your freedom... not to conquer." She's glad when he collapses- even glad that it's causing him pain because he had caused her pain. She should have known better, but she has a feeling he would have gotten what he wanted weather she had cooperated or not. She begins to try to get to the vial out of her boot, but the drones grab her and begin to try to assimilate her.
She pulls against their grip, accumulating bruises on her arms because they are much stronger than her.
Yet, just before they connected, “STOP!” came a voice, and drones let go of Doctor Jackson quickly and turned in astonishment, finding Hugo had begun to rise from the floor. There was a different glistening in his eyes, and he began to laugh; a laugh from deep down in his bowels. “Yess… Yesss… I can feel them working, I can feel them consuming the old and obsolete ones and replenishing themselves… I feel… I feel…” he paused a moment, and then shouted even louder “ALIVE, I feel alive!” The surrounding drones cheered, in their mechanical undertones, and there was an eerie celebration that occurred.
Hugo charged over to where Sabina was standing, easily dwarfing her small size, and picked her up by both shoulders; her feet dangling half a meter off the ground. “You did it! You really did it!” Fanged mouth and all, he embraced her closely and kissed her on the cheek “I knew I picked right… I knew you wouldn’t let me know, that you couldn’t let me down.” He then placed the Doctor, in her understandably shaken state, back on her own two feet. “You have no idea how much you’ve helped bring peace to the ‘stars’.” His mind for justifiable conquest now truly was ready for his huge dreams. “How can I repay such a debt?”
She pulls back from Hugo's grip, trying to get free. Completely disgusted by him kissing her on the cheek she manages to yell, "Let me go!" She would have spat in his face, but she was too thirsty to be able to. When he does put her back down, she's unable to hold her own weight at first and stumbles on the spot before she's able to stand. "You can repay me by keeping to the bargain, and by letting me and my ship go."
Your willingness to help people, even those of your ‘enemy’, makes you irreplaceable.” With a flick of the wrist, the two drones adjacent her grabbed her by her arms again “You can continue to help us, you will help equalize our vengeance with your compassion, you can be my Queen…”
"I don't want to be your queen!" She pulls against the grip of the drones, not caring that her arms were turning black and blue and scratched. She squirms to try to get them away from her arm as they cut away her lab coat and uniform.
“Don’t worry my dear Sabina, you will still be you. Your individuality will be kept; it’s what I value most. But I’ll make better and more durable, and allow you to live for ever!” He smiled down at her, that evil Cardassian grin etched on his face “See Sabina, I did keep my end of the bargain,” Cardassian’s inability to control their over exaggerations and flamboyance chewing up the time that probably saved her life “you’ll be allowed to live, as yourself, forever… what more could a Doctor ever want?”
For a moment, she is tempted, as anyone would be by the thought of living 'forever'. But the fear returns after a split second. She cringes and cries for help, not knowing that its just outside the door.
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Sabal
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Cold Harbor Simm - Officer Exchange Program - Species 8472
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Post by Sabal on Jul 20, 2009 5:07:19 GMT -6
Location: Outpost; Security level
Sabal was deeply bothered when the away team was caught off guard by the survivors. She was not accustomed to everything being so ‘quiet’, no thoughts, feelings, nothing. She wasn’t even sure if her basic defenses were up, and she wasn’t in any hurry to test it out, so when they pointed their guns at her, she held her hands up in surrender, and tried to look as nonthreatening as possible. There was nothing else she could do, and she was glad when they seemed to calm and they moved into the Medical room.
Sabal listened intently as the survivors told their story; she had never met anyone of Khrys or Maggie’s species before. Khrys was most interesting to Sabal, she had never seen anything closer to looking like a Species 8472, there were still plenty of differences, but interesting nonetheless. After the exchange of information the Colonel split them into smaller groups, Sabal’s job was to help take out the drones guarding the door. She liked this job and smiled inwardly; she didn’t have any questions about the plan, but couldn’t voice her opinion if she did anyway.
Sabal let the Colonel and Security Chief take the lead in the attack, as they engaged the drones Sabal found an opening in-between them and took the opportunity to grab two of the drones, one in each hand, pulling them back, and slamming their heads together. Once they were properly confounded she plunged her claws deep into their chest, let her immune cells do their work, at least the dampening field couldn’t take that away from her. When it was clear, Sabal along with Zek, and the Colonel kept watch while the others got to work breaching the door. First thing on Sabals to do list was destroy whatever it was that was taking away her abilities, she didn’t like this feeling.
Location: Outpost; Security level
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Post by Capt. Zek'dyn on Jul 20, 2009 5:37:22 GMT -6
Location: Outpost; Security level
Zek didn’t really listen to the new arrivals story, he got their names, that they were friendly’s, and that was about all. He was listening intently to the hallway outside the medical bay; he didn’t want this little party crashed by the drones. His orders were to spearhead the assault on the doors with Bear and Sabal, take out the drones guarding it and protect Bob and Nick while they breached the security door. Seemed straightforward enough and he had no questions for Bear. He checked his power cell and was ready to move. “I’m ready sir, let’s get this done.”
Bear and Zek rounded the corner shooting, Zek got two, one of which fell immediately, the other required more persuasion to stay dead. This allowed Sabal clear access to the two drones in the middle, which she took care of easily albeit gruesomely. The fight didn’t last long, and they stood guard while Bob and Nick went to work.
Location: Outpost; Security level
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Post by Kael Giral'i on Jul 21, 2009 7:42:01 GMT -6
Location: Outpost, Security Level
“Khrys, ‘Maggie’, Kael; you three stay here and give covering fire and wait for the call incase anyone gets hurt. Zek, Sabal and myself, will charge the door and try and take out the 6 drones that are guarding the entrance, Bob and Lt. Taylor will come behind us, giving us cover fire as well and will try and gain access to do the door. Should we take the door position, my team will guard the Chief and Lt. Taylor as the do their work. Question?”
Kael listened as the Colonel gave his instructions and nodded her understanding of the plan. The newcomers was an oddity, but given the current situation she could not give them a lot more thought. She took her place, waiting for the others to storm the door, and when they took off she moved to begin giving them cover fire. Despite her anxiety (fire fights were not an area of specialty for her) she tried to remain calm. Every person had their part to play, after all, and they were all depending on each other.
Location: Outpost, Security Level
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nick
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Post by nick on Jul 21, 2009 7:50:20 GMT -6
Location: Outpost, Security Level
Nick had taken in everything the Colonel and Khrys had been discussing and he wondered what exactly this group was so interested in this outpost for that they would enter a Borg infested facility. What could they possibly find that would make it worth the almost certain loss of life, or at the very least, their identities?
A plan was laid out and Nick was surprised to find himself put to work with the engineer. Obviously they didn't know him well, he had never been good at engineering. But he figured he could be an extra set of hands for the fish guy, so he made no comment.
The Bird, the Species 8472 and the Colonel went out the door and Nick followed behind them, phaser in hand, covering them from the rear as he went.
Location: Outpost, Security Level
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Post by 'Chief' Bob on Jul 23, 2009 22:20:49 GMT -6
Location: Outpost; Security level
“Khrys, ‘Maggie’, Kael; you three stay here and give covering fire and wait for the call incase anyone gets hurt. Zek, Sabal and myself, will charge the door and try and take out the 6 drones that are guarding the entrance, Bob and Lt. Taylor will come behind us, giving us cover fire as well and will try and gain access to do the door. Should we take the door position, my team will guard the Chief and Lt. Taylor as the do their work. Question?”
Bob looked at the Colonel as if he had grown a third eye; he was going to put the pilot and the engineer together? Bob was seriously reconsidering his previous notion that this man might know what he was doing. Bob just shook his head, and gave Taylor a quick glance-over, what the heck did a pilot know about engineering? other then how to keep an engineer up at night trying to figure out how to fix what the pilots broke. Bob rolled his eyes, the Colonel needed to send Nick as the meat shield instead of Sabal; at least she had engineering training. Bob remained quiet though, and did what he was told; he brought up the rear like a good little fish. Once the all clear was given he went for the door.
The door was just as reinforced as the outer facility door was; it had a thumb print pad, and a security code. The security code was easy, he exposed the wires behind the panel and wired it into his tricorder, it only took a few moments before he had the panel believing he had level 10 security clearance. The thumb print on the other hand was a different story, he was sure the Borg had fixed it so that only drones could have access. Bob scrunched his nose when the idea came to him, he reached down into his seashell covered lucky toolbox and pulled out a tiny dagger, he went over to the nearest drone, or at least the one closest that wasn’t infected with whatever Sabal did to them, and lobbed off its thumb. Bob walked over to the scanner, “Be ready, if this works we won’t have the element of surprise for long” he placed the dripping thumb into the pad; the door hissed and slowly slid open. Bob tossed the thumb and dagger into his seashell covered lucky toolbox (you never know when you might need a Borgs thumb), closed the lid quick, and moved out of the way of the strike team, his phaser ready to cover their rear again.
Location: Outpost; Security level
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Jul 26, 2009 11:03:29 GMT -6
OOC Note: As Bob as so eloquently pointed out, I did make an error in assigning Nick to the ‘door breaching’ team; but this was done for two reasons. One, being that I just ran with the idea (as you see on the Star Trek shows all the time) that helmsmen and such still have a good understanding of some engineering systems and could have been some use; this was the idea of why Sam would have asked him to go with. Two, I completely forgot about his bio about being a horrible engineer, but again Sam wouldn’t know that. So yeah, I had a character reason and a screw up for doing it; just laugh at the good Colonel… lol… *sigh*
Location: Outpost; Security Level, Security Room Door
The surprising charge had completely taken the guarding drones off guard, none even able to get a shot off. Between the expert, and rather plentiful phaser fire, and Sabal’s sheer size and enjoyment of engaging her most hated foe, they never stood a chance. Once the door had been taken, they set up a defense and allowed Bob to work his magic… although his solution was anything but. He watched his Engineering Chief cut of a Borg’s thumb, and use it to gain entry through the security door. Samuel found himself wondering which bothered him more; the fact that Bob had thought, and preformed, such an idea so quickly and efficiently, or that he watched him toss the appendage into his special Seashell Covered Toolbox… He figured he’d worry about it later.
The door appearing to be unlocked, Chief Murkeye looked at the group “Be ready, if this works we won’t have the element of surprise for long.” Colonel Grant nodded, and gave a quick few hand gestures to everyone. There wasn’t much of a plan, he was surprised they made it this far, and now that they were here; he wasn’t really sure what to expect. But, when faced with the lack of fore-knowledge and no intricate plan, falling back on the basic search and destroy methodology always seemed to work out nicely. In short, the group would charge in and eliminate any threats, then try and figure out just what the hell was going on down here; they had no idea (nor could imagine) what they’d find. On the simple count of three, Bob hit the release, and the majority of the group charged in… to a living hell.
They were immediately faced with over a dozen ‘targets’, drones were everywhere, and they seemed momentarily stunned (which was scary enough being Borg, there should have been no delay) just as much as the away team was. Samuel immediately, and expertly, made a threat assessment; almost instantly wishing he hadn’t. However, never opposed to going out with a ‘bang’ and glory, he figured they’d do as much damage as they could. Seeing the biggest Borg around close to the opposite side of the room, he turned and barked “Beaks, 4 O’clock! Focus…” Samuel didn’t get a chance to finish. He had no idea that he, along with Captain Zek’dyn, had a perfect fatality shot on Hugo-da’Kat (not they even know who he was at the moment), as his back was turned to them. But, before Colonel Grant or Zek could fire their weapons, Doctor Jackson screamed for help; immediately distracting him from his target “Doctor Jackson?” he said aloud, at the same time that Hugo stood up, from over Doctor Jackson, and turned to face the new voice; Colonel Grant was shook to the bone and he felt his fingers run cold… such a true horror stood before him, it took all his being, training, and belief in duty to not simply flee in terror.
As Hugo completed turning around, and stood his full height (at least ½ a meter over Samuel’s 2 meters), Samuel was able to see just passed him onto the table, a dirty, wounded, battered and abused female covering the tabletop. It took a second to register the Bajoran nose and Sabina’s facial features. “Ah,” spoke the abomination, “Colonel Samuel Joshua Grant; how nice to finally meet you…” again finding himself stunned, it was the simple horror of the creature and the situation that brought him back to reality. Without issuing orders, let our a yell and charged at Hugo; the bastard creation just smiling. Almost instantly, the entire room erupted into a frenzy and uncontrolled mess. Borg Plasma bolts met accurate and sharp phaser fire, Borg blades and saws met phaser rifles, tools and claws. In his rage, Colonel Grant had fallen under ‘tunnel vision’ and charged forward blindly, not even waiting for his back-up to be behind him; a hard feet considering how many different fights him and Zek had been in.
On the run, Samuel got off several aimed shots, the first two striking the creatures upper left shoulder, inflicting heavy burns and actually penetrating the muscle and augmetics, the creature yelled out in pain; also immediately dropping the small ‘pistol’ weapon it had drawn, the weapon clattering to the floor. His third shot was the worst, as it should have struck it right in the face, which in fact it did, but the ‘bolt’ round just disappeared; the shields adapting and absorbing the hit. Not missing a stride, but changing his grip on the rifle from a projectile weapon to that of a bludgeoning object, he raised it over both hands and swung downwards on the creature, striking his wounded arm but not doing much damage, Hugo took a step back though from Sam’s attack. Recovering, he swung again, connect with Hugo on the side, about where his ribs should be, but all it did was break the rifle, no injury was inflicted. Hugo retaliated, swing a left cross, and then a right hook, both of which Sam easily dodged, he ducked under the third swing but found himself wondering how exactly he was going to hurt this creature; but he wasn’t given much time to think. Hugo over telegraphed a hay-maker right hand, and still not able to comprehend that these Borg were not acting likely normal drones, he went to dodge to blow and found himself flying through the air, slamming against the table containing the Doctor and knocking them both off of it; a ‘dusty’ boot print now displayed on the Colonels chest.
Sam tried to rally quick, but when he lifted himself off the ground (and incidentally off the Doctor who’d he’d fallen on after clearing the table), he found that pain shot through his body and that there was a strong copper and iron taste in his mouth; he spat and found a nice puddle of blood where clear spittle should have been. “Bah!” roared the creature “You humans are so weak and fragile! You can not beat a Cardassin in hand-to-hand combat!” Knowing that he’d broken at least one rib, he got to his feet, and looked back at the battered Bajoran; all the wonderful ‘innocence’ that he liked about her stripped away, again, by an aggressor; by a Cardassian… “Run!” he yelled at Sabina “Get out of here!” He stood, turned and ran back at Hugo, jumping over the medical table Sabina had been lying on and connecting with the advancing Hugo, returning the kick to the chest, knocking Hugo off balance and crashing to the ground. Seeing Khrys and Kael just at the door, looking stunned at all that was going on, Samuel yelled at them “Get the Doctor out of here.” He indicated the battered, and partially clothed Chief Medical Officer behind him.
Colonel Grant, struggling to breathe enough to meet his body’s demands, turned, picked up a stool, and swung downwards on Hugo before he could get up, connecting with his up-reached arm, breaking several augmentations with the hit, but Samuel couldn’t swing again, the pain growing incredibly quickly. Didn’t matter much, Hugo was back up on his feet again, and struck Samuel right in the face, square on the nose; Sam heard it break as he stumbled backwards.
“Not bad Human; but not good enough either.” Hugo reached out, and grabbed Samuel by the uniform tunic, and picked him off the ground “Why? Why do you keep fighting. This outpost fought to the last, the majority of assimilations having to be done ‘after’ the body was ‘dead’. Now you, your ship, your crew, your team; you constantly get killed and lose countless lives, but yet you still come… you still fight… why?!” Through a blood clogged throat, Samuel smiled, “You know what your biggest problems is… Cardassian?” Samuel coughed, spitting a goblet of blood on the creature “Your kind always talks to much…” having taken the moment during his monologue, Colonel Grant had grabbed a handful of ‘medical tools’ that had been strewn all over the table that he’d fallen over, causing them to end up here and there. Several of the tools being blades, he jabbed them up into Hugo head, from under his chin, the blades easily penetrating his scaly skin, his chin, mouth, tongue and the roof of his mouth; he bellowed in pain and dropped Samuel to the ground with a thump… and a grunt.
Samuel had no idea about what was going on in the rest of the room, the rest of the drones and the Away Team were fighting their own battles; most having questionable luck themselves. But a voice behind him made him turn back to his immediate surroundings “I have to admit…” came a struggling and gurgling voice, Sam found Hugo standing back up “your file does you justice Colonel.” With his hands, he withdrew the medical tools from his face and sent them clattering to the ground. “It reads you to be so set in your ways in one direction, one method…” the wound caused difficulty in Hugo’s speech (as would be expected), “but yet your personality gives an ‘out’ no matter the situation…” Hugo smiled, those damned Cardassian fangs as pointed and standing out as ever, now soaked with yellow and green blood. “How very ‘human’ of you.”
Samuel took a deep breath, immediately wishing he hadn’t, and took two steps backwards. “What the hell are you anyway?” He found himself slowly back stepping, trying to by time for him to figure out what he was going to do next. “How is it that you seem to have a single personality? You are BORG; there is only The Collective.” Hugo stopped, and laughed “The Collective? Ha; a joke. They think that a single mind, a single way, is the best way; blind servitude is not absolute… It limits vision, opportunity, thinking… How very ‘narrow minded’ of them…” Hugo laughed again. Colonel Grant was very concerned, now he had a Borg talking in what seemed like third person and that was laughing; he figured he was losing consciousness and beginning to hear things. “The greatest damage ‘you’ ever did,” the ‘you’ Samuel thought was odd, because he’d only fought the Borg on a few small skirmish occasions, “was to introduce individuality to The Collective through my idol, my name sake; Hugh. Your Starfleet Captain Jean Luc Picard had a chance to introduce a virus to cripple The Collective, but he was all to ‘high and mighty’ in his personal opinions on individuality that he couldn’t do it, as Hugh had become self-aware and an individual under your Federation Law; so he was let go.” Hugo took two large steps forward, and grabbed Colonel Grant by the neck, and lifted him off the ground; his feet dangling in the air.
“That one decision almost destroyed The Borg; more so then any weapon you could have used. A Civil War and great purging ensued and 100,000’s of Borg were killed. After finding this out, your Starfleet figured that maybe, with a little support, the same tactic could work again.” He grinned, and his rotten breath almost made the fact that Samuel was having trouble breathing a luxury “I’m the support. Your secret Starfleet military mind set worked for over 5 years developing me, to only recently be overtaken by your CRV. But, my creators and I had a disagreement over how The Borg’s destruction would occur; I will find them, I will save those I can and kill those I can’t. I will end their existence in a very short amount of time; but I need an army to do it!” Now some of the past events made more sense; he’d assimilated the outpost to grow his drone army, creating a fleet of ships to take them to their next ‘supply port’ before heading off to engage The Borg. The other drones that they’d encountered, must have been his ‘hybrid’ Borg style too, and have been designed to be his ‘Lieutenants’.
“You see, you need me; more then anybody needs you! Needs ANY OF YOU!” With a flick of the wrist, he sent Samuel arching through the air again, only being stopped thanks to the courtesy of a computer console; he landed hard on the floor again. “So what gives you the right to come here and try and kill me? Don’t I have a right to live? Don’t I have the right to do what ‘you made me’ to do? Don’t I have the right to live?” With effort, Samuel picked himself up off the ground again, a habit that was quickly becoming annoying. “No; you don’t.” he said, determination seething from his words “This uniform, this emblem,” he pointed to the ‘eagle pin’ on his neck “gives me the right to defend The Federation and my crew, to enact justice where I see it is needed, and to deal with those that are found ‘wanting’; you are not an individual, you are a thing, and you have no rights, let alone the right to live!”
Hugo became enraged, and charged at The Colonel, running through the medical bed that was between them, sending it flying through the air and striking Sabal. Samuel got in a good upper cut, re-aggravating Hugo’s mouth wound, and chipping one of his fangs, but he stayed up right and returned the favor, striking downward with both hands and connecting with Sam on each shoulder, his left collar bone cracking under the impact, and causing Samuel to fall down to his knees, then to his back. Samuel kicked out with his left knee, striking Hugo in his right knee, trying to break it and knock him down, but Sam just didn’t have enough strength left. Hugo, in anger, stomped down on The Colonel’s left leg and broken it clean through, part of the bone pierced through the skin and he howled in pain; but oddly not as much as one would think considering the actual injury. Hugo raised his left hand, two assimilation tubules extended, and he laughed “Ha! Slick witted human, you lost the battle today! But I’ll help you win the war! You can be one of my generals!”
As he lurched forward to jab Samuel, he suddenly reeled back, in horror “Ahhh! What… What did you do?!” He screamed again, “AHhhhHH!! NOOO!!!" His right knee suddenly went stiff, and ceased functioning, and his face slowly discolored “What did you DO TO ME!?” It was at this time, two of the drones grabbed him, and dragged him to the back of the room, to a door hidden in the wall “AhhhhhhhhHH!!!!” Hugo screamed in pain all the way. The drones that were left in the room, continued to do a good job of keeping everyone pinned down with a good layer of suppressive fire, falling back the same way Hugo went.
From the floor, now way beyond getting up, Colonel Grant shouted out as the weapons exchange slowed. “Chief, see if this place as a self destruct or find me some way to blow it up! Kael, see if you can download the data banks so we can see the details and have our evidence.” With the drones retreating, the psychic shield abated, and allow would allow Sabal to function mildly normally again, although probably she’d be a bit ‘groggy’ from the disorientation (OOC NOTE: I have no idea, you’re the expert on 8472 so you tell me… lol…). Sabal would slowly be picking herself back up off the floor, and Sam would call out “You okay Sabal?” As usual, he was more worried about everyone else then he was himself. He took a moment, assessed the damages and casualties, then looked over at his friend “Beaks… A little help, if it’s not to much bother…” He tried to grin but everything hurt.
Once both Bob and Kael were set, they’d make for the surface; now they just had to find a way off the planet. With Feyln gone (granted they didn’t really know that yet, Sabal may once back on the top level), they’d need to find another way off the planet…
Location: Outpost, evacuating
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Post by * Cold Harbor Story / Action * on Jul 26, 2009 11:14:27 GMT -6
* Cold Harbor Story / Action * Outpost: Security Room SkirmishOnce the Away Team had gotten through the doors, all hell broke loose. There were quiet a few drones in the room, not to mention Hugo himself. Each person had their own little battle to fight, as drones were as close as a meter when the team went in to as far as 20 meters all the way across the room. It was just one big jumble of a fight: Battle ‘musts’: Each SIMMER will write their own actions during the fight.
When Hugo through the table, it struck Sabal and temporarily knocked her out; she wouldn’t have seen what happened at the end of the fight between Hugo and Samuel.
The ‘telepathic’ Borg drone, one of the two, would be killed in the fighting; thus allow Sabal’s abilities to partially come back.
Some of the drones, along with Hugo, will get away.Once the drones pulled back, Bob will find a way to destroy the place and Kael will get the majority of the Outposts Archives. Now they have to find a way off the planet, as their isn’t a guarantee Felyn will be around or immediately called back.
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Jul 27, 2009 2:34:16 GMT -6
Location: Secured Room
Sabina winced and waited to be assimilated, having no real choice in the matter despite her fighting back as much as she could. Imagine the surprise she felt when she heard a familiar voice say her name. Thinking she’s finally gone crazy and hallucinating, she wonders vaguely if this is an affect of assimilation. She opens her eyes, listening to Hugo’s reply to Colonel Grant. At this point, she uncharacteristically wanted the colonel to incapacitate or kill Hugo. She did value her own life more than her captor’s, so it wasn’t any small surprise why she felt that way. Suddenly, the room erupts into weapon fire.
The two Borg who had been holding her down left her to fight. Before she can react to her newfound fairly unguarded state, she feels something slam into her. The next thing she feels is being slammed into the floor with someone on top of her. On the plus side, she isn’t in the line of fire anymore. She looks to see Colonel Grant had landed on her, and he looked pretty beat up. He spits out some blood while Hugo gloats. Sam tells her to get out. She shakes her head and looks at him, wide-eyed. She knew he’d fight no matter what she told him, and the fear shows in her eyes, “Don’t make any stupid mistakes…”
He gets up… she can tell he’s hurt and it tears her up to let him keep fighting despite being injured. She knows better than to try and stop him while he’s so determined and the stakes are so high. She crawls backward away from Hugo and Sam, staring in turn at the fights raging around her. A trickle of blood runs down her arm from the cuts accumulated from trying to wrest herself free from the two Borg who had tried to assimilate her. The puncture wounds on her neck from the not-quite-assimilation when she was captured still hadn’t healed. She gasps and covers her mouth with her hand when Hugo breaks the colonel’s nose, then lifts him up and begins his ‘diabolical evil genius gloating speech’. She feels horrible… she had been the one who had made him ‘better’… it was her fault the Colonel was getting beaten up, not to mention what was going on with the others. Remembering the vial of failed bio-probes she had hidden, she pulls it out and crawls toward Hugo’s regeneration chamber. Maybe she can redeem herself… and save whomever it was Hugo plans to kill- other than her own friends and crewmates and commanding officer. She puts it into the same receptacle he had put the other vial in. If the battle went badly, there was still the chance that the mutated bio-nanoprobes would be introduced if he regenerated in that chamber before he went to take his vengeance.
Sabina takes a look back at the battle when she sees someone flying through the air and hit a console out of the corner of her eye. To her distress, it was the colonel again. Horrified, she watched Hugo step on his leg and she winces when she hears the crack of his leg. She clenches her fists in anger, wishing- again uncharacteristically- that she was strong enough to make him pay. Hugo starts to try to assimilate him and she scrambles to her feet painfully- “Stop! Leave him al-“ her protests are silenced when Hugo begins shouting and is having trouble moving and is dragged out of the room by his drones. She ducks the cover fire as the others retreat. When the firing stops, she looks around the room to see how bad the damage was to her rescuers. The Colonel orders a self destruct sequence to be activated- and she notices Bob for the first time. She clears her throat… “Um, the main console they all used is over there…” She points to it.
She makes her way over to the Colonel, choking down her distress. Her lower lip was wobbling and she was shaking in an effort not to cry like a small child. She had to tell herself she was an adult and shouldn’t lose her self control until the crisis was past. “I’m so sorry… I can’t believe I believed that horrible thing… and helped him.”
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