IKC FHew 7C6110
Operation Tourniquet – Plans unfold
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Sogh Germite Ephilom & Ne' Michelle "Mike" Young & Soghla' HIchop Matlh & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Soghla' Jared & Soghla' Marie St. Helene & 2nd Lieutenant Zorc Dat'oxo
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The giant Gorn gun-ship knew it would not catch the Klingon capital ships a second time, so it left the remaining ships for the Gorn fleet to deal with and focused on the Station. Moving into a firing position it began it's prefire sequence.
On the station Jared was madly typing into panels and cursing the Klingon's unresponsive systems.
"I have the equations and modifications in place, but it is going to take time to initialize in the inverse potential impulse, and we are going to have to lower main shields to draw the power."
“Do it!” Marie commanded.
A moment later the radio crackled to life, ,'. May'bel here. We have lost the Cargo bay. The Gorn have a beach head. We are falling back to Corridor B12. ,'.
It only took Marie a moment to decide. “Abandon it and all the corridors between there and B20. Don’t make a stand; just hold them up then get out of there.” She turned to Jared. “Shut off all power to the Cargo Bay and surrounds and reroute it.”
In the corridor May'bel was the last to reach the far end, just as the Gorn appeared. He glanced at the power lines which had been fed into the metal floor plating.
"This will slow them down," he grinned, throwing the switch.
Power crackled across the first three Gorn, killing them instantly. The next hesitated, but at that moment the power was routed away from the section to feed Jared's defence. With a snarl the Gorn jumped forward.
"Move!" May'bel bellowed to the remaining defenders.
HIchop could see the ship powering its weapon and aiming at the station but he could do nothing about it. As the biggest remaining ship of the fleet the Kut'luc was taking most of the fleet's fire.
"Enemy wing is coming about bearing 310 mark 20."
"Starboard shields are gone. Forward shields at 15%. Port and rear shields holding."
"We have power back to launchers 10-15."
"We've lost the Ling'ta, and sQo is fleeing the battle. The Gorn are not pursuing her."
Tell clung to the bulkhead as the system tried to restore gravitational control and IDF. Half the ship was gone, including the bridge. She was now the highest ranking command officer on a derelict.
But the Engineering section housed the weapons and a secondary command section. Perhaps she could still make a difference, if she could get there. Or perhaps it was time to abandon this crate and hope to be rescued by the Klingons and not the Gorn.
She wasn't about to give up that easily. Some innate sense of madness took over her and she willed herself to get on with it. She found a med kit and treated the cut on the side of her head. Once that was done she managed to restore some semblance of gravity. She'd be a little light for a while but what the hell.
She took a look around engineering, or what was left of it. Wires and cables hung down from the ceiling like spaghetti. Most of the panels were blown and those that weren't were useless. Some of the crew lay on the floor lifeless and for a moment she wished she was back on the Fhew. But that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
Her only option was to get out of engineering, maybe to the auxiliary command. She picked up a breathing mask as there was no way of knowing if there was any oxygen left in the corridors.
The door out of Engineering was stuck open just enough for her to squeeze through, the boom was intact but there was smoke coming from somewhere nearby. When the door opened the other end she almost fell as the floor was missing. She turned back and began to climb to the secondary bridge.
The FHew ducked and weaved. She was cloaked which meant the Gorn couldn't see her, but in a battle of this size, they could easily be damaged by stray fire not even meant for them. Luckily, Bruce Air had been trained in Red Squadron and was one of the best close quarters flyers in the Federation or the Klingon Empire. He rode in the wake of Gorn ships where the enemy were unlikely to fire and their own troops were finding it difficult to get a shot off.
"2 minutes till we are in firing range," he reported.
Ro' ground his teeth, "The Lyan weapon takes one minute to calculate a firing solution. That means we will be exposed, without cloak for a whole minute. This is a fool plan."
He grinned at Mike, "I couldn't be happier."
Tag: Mike.
Amidst all of the reports, Germite arrived at the bridge. Those in sickbay who were not on their feet were dead. He was more use now manning a station than a tricorder. He surveyed the bridge and walked up to an unoccupied communications station. "I have contact with the FHew."
Hichop called to the FHew, "We will provide cover for you. Fire well, FHew."
The Kut'luc Powered forward towards the Gorn gun-ship. When the FHew was ready to decloak, hopefully they would be too interested in the bigger target to worry about her.
HIchop took his seat, "Comms, give me ship wide."
"Ready, sir"
"Today many of your comrades have fallen and soon we will all join them in Sto vo kor, but we are not losing our lives like a prey caught off guard. Instead, we will take control of our deaths. We will go head long into the beast and, while it may seem like a small thing, know that our sacrifice will be used by our comrades to deal a decisive blow to our enemy. Today, our people will be victorious and, today, we will be remembered as heroes."
There was a cheer from those on the bridge, echoed over the ship as everyone redoubled their efforts. There was no saving of energy or keeping anything in reserve for another day.
White light lanced from the gun ship towards the station. about two thirds of the way the beam began to buckle and arc like lightning. Gorn ships forming up the firing corridor found them selves struck by the deadly arcs and scattered, damaged and confused.
Still the majority of the energy beam continued to the station.
In operations Jared had enough time to leap clear before the panel he was working on erupted in flame and sparks. He looked at it dejectedly at Marie, "One shot. That's all I was able to save us from, and even that was only partially successful."
"Still," he shrugged, "We are still alive."
"For now," growled May'bel arriving at a run with a small contingent of Marines. "The Gorn are on our heels."
He glanced to Marie, still the ranking officer, "Do we stand and fight to the death, or abandon the Station?"
“Neither,” Marie replied.
Maybel‘s reaction didn't need the UT to translate.
“If we abandon ship the Gorn will pick off the escape pods one by one,” Marie explained. “If we stand and fight we would surely die heroic deaths but it wouldn’t do much good. We need to buy time for the FHew to strike. That means keeping the Gorn occupied here.”
“I know you Klingons don’t like skulking around but that’s what we’re going to do. We’ll ambush them; we’ll harry them; we’ll make this station a hell-hole for them.”
May'bel glanced at the men still with him, led by Zorc, formerly of the IKC Torg.
"What say you, Son of Kor? Will your men hide and fight if you tell them?"
"I am overloading the power sources of the escape pods by remote." Dat'oxo said as he began the sequence. "Let them eat a hundred small bombs and see how they advance?" He was stead fast in his task, the moving of decks or the sparks flying about did nothing to deter him from his duty. "If they want to snipe them that is fine they will need to as they are all explosive projectiles in a shotgun style attack."
The hundred or so Escape pods all jettisoned as programmed as power built up for detonation, the cascade of small explosions would do enough damage to at least but it would but a basic drain upon the shielding if not drop it as smaller ones that are slower could get through for marginal damage under the best conditions.
The effect drew the attention of the Gorn fleet as a large portion broke free of the remnant of the Klingon Fleet and moved towards the station. This gave the FHew the gap it needed.
"We are in weapons range," Bruce reported.
"Drop cloak! Begin prefire calculations," Ro' bellowed at Mike.
In the hold the ancient Lyan Phase Launcher began to spin up. Jeeves, the ship's computer, plotted a trajectory and distance for the shot that would carry the warhead inside the Gorn craft. Now they just needed it to stay still; a phased Torpedo, cannot track.
The Kut'luc was dying. Her starboard side was exposed to space, and the Nacelle was spewing drive plasma. But she was deadly even now. Forty-five coordinated Photon Launchers spat at the enemy Gorn ships until there was nothing left to spit.
"Torpedos Depleated!" Tactical reported to Germite and HIchop. "Disruptors at 7%"
Germite had again accepted his fate, he was to die for his liege lord. "Increase power to disruptors and keep firing!!!" He turned to the helm. "We're out of torpedos, so let's turn this ship into a giant torpedo!!!"
Dat'oxo saw the ship that had used so many torpedoes and the unmistakable set up for a ramming run. "Are the guidance Tractors working, it is close enough we could attempt to grab it or better yet push against the ship or shielding to move it to a better poition for a ram or battery fire." He suggested.
May'bel shook his head, "We can do nothing for them now but buy time on the station. If the plan works their deaths will not be in vain. If it does not, then they died for the Empire. We should do the same."
"Not sure if anyone else is interested," Jared interjected from an open wall panel, "But I found the service access. Coming?"
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Sogh Germite Ephilom & Ne' Michelle "Mike" Young & Soghla' HIchop Matlh & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Soghla' Jared & Soghla' Marie St. Helene & 2nd Lieutenant Zorc Dat'oxo
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| Title | Plans unfold | |
| Mission | Operation Tourniquet | |
| Author(s) | HoD Ro' Matlh & Sogh Germite Ephilom & Ne' Michelle "Mike" Young & Soghla' HIchop Matlh & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Soghla' Jared & Soghla' Marie St. Helene & 2nd Lieutenant Zorc Dat'oxo | |
| Posted | Thu Jul 14, 2016 @ 7:10am | |
| Location | Tengchah 20 |
On the station Jared was madly typing into panels and cursing the Klingon's unresponsive systems.
"I have the equations and modifications in place, but it is going to take time to initialize in the inverse potential impulse, and we are going to have to lower main shields to draw the power."
“Do it!” Marie commanded.
A moment later the radio crackled to life, ,'. May'bel here. We have lost the Cargo bay. The Gorn have a beach head. We are falling back to Corridor B12. ,'.
It only took Marie a moment to decide. “Abandon it and all the corridors between there and B20. Don’t make a stand; just hold them up then get out of there.” She turned to Jared. “Shut off all power to the Cargo Bay and surrounds and reroute it.”
In the corridor May'bel was the last to reach the far end, just as the Gorn appeared. He glanced at the power lines which had been fed into the metal floor plating.
"This will slow them down," he grinned, throwing the switch.
Power crackled across the first three Gorn, killing them instantly. The next hesitated, but at that moment the power was routed away from the section to feed Jared's defence. With a snarl the Gorn jumped forward.
"Move!" May'bel bellowed to the remaining defenders.
HIchop could see the ship powering its weapon and aiming at the station but he could do nothing about it. As the biggest remaining ship of the fleet the Kut'luc was taking most of the fleet's fire.
"Enemy wing is coming about bearing 310 mark 20."
"Starboard shields are gone. Forward shields at 15%. Port and rear shields holding."
"We have power back to launchers 10-15."
"We've lost the Ling'ta, and sQo is fleeing the battle. The Gorn are not pursuing her."
Tell clung to the bulkhead as the system tried to restore gravitational control and IDF. Half the ship was gone, including the bridge. She was now the highest ranking command officer on a derelict.
But the Engineering section housed the weapons and a secondary command section. Perhaps she could still make a difference, if she could get there. Or perhaps it was time to abandon this crate and hope to be rescued by the Klingons and not the Gorn.
She wasn't about to give up that easily. Some innate sense of madness took over her and she willed herself to get on with it. She found a med kit and treated the cut on the side of her head. Once that was done she managed to restore some semblance of gravity. She'd be a little light for a while but what the hell.
She took a look around engineering, or what was left of it. Wires and cables hung down from the ceiling like spaghetti. Most of the panels were blown and those that weren't were useless. Some of the crew lay on the floor lifeless and for a moment she wished she was back on the Fhew. But that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
Her only option was to get out of engineering, maybe to the auxiliary command. She picked up a breathing mask as there was no way of knowing if there was any oxygen left in the corridors.
The door out of Engineering was stuck open just enough for her to squeeze through, the boom was intact but there was smoke coming from somewhere nearby. When the door opened the other end she almost fell as the floor was missing. She turned back and began to climb to the secondary bridge.
The FHew ducked and weaved. She was cloaked which meant the Gorn couldn't see her, but in a battle of this size, they could easily be damaged by stray fire not even meant for them. Luckily, Bruce Air had been trained in Red Squadron and was one of the best close quarters flyers in the Federation or the Klingon Empire. He rode in the wake of Gorn ships where the enemy were unlikely to fire and their own troops were finding it difficult to get a shot off.
"2 minutes till we are in firing range," he reported.
Ro' ground his teeth, "The Lyan weapon takes one minute to calculate a firing solution. That means we will be exposed, without cloak for a whole minute. This is a fool plan."
He grinned at Mike, "I couldn't be happier."
Tag: Mike.
Amidst all of the reports, Germite arrived at the bridge. Those in sickbay who were not on their feet were dead. He was more use now manning a station than a tricorder. He surveyed the bridge and walked up to an unoccupied communications station. "I have contact with the FHew."
Hichop called to the FHew, "We will provide cover for you. Fire well, FHew."
The Kut'luc Powered forward towards the Gorn gun-ship. When the FHew was ready to decloak, hopefully they would be too interested in the bigger target to worry about her.
HIchop took his seat, "Comms, give me ship wide."
"Ready, sir"
"Today many of your comrades have fallen and soon we will all join them in Sto vo kor, but we are not losing our lives like a prey caught off guard. Instead, we will take control of our deaths. We will go head long into the beast and, while it may seem like a small thing, know that our sacrifice will be used by our comrades to deal a decisive blow to our enemy. Today, our people will be victorious and, today, we will be remembered as heroes."
There was a cheer from those on the bridge, echoed over the ship as everyone redoubled their efforts. There was no saving of energy or keeping anything in reserve for another day.
White light lanced from the gun ship towards the station. about two thirds of the way the beam began to buckle and arc like lightning. Gorn ships forming up the firing corridor found them selves struck by the deadly arcs and scattered, damaged and confused.
Still the majority of the energy beam continued to the station.
In operations Jared had enough time to leap clear before the panel he was working on erupted in flame and sparks. He looked at it dejectedly at Marie, "One shot. That's all I was able to save us from, and even that was only partially successful."
"Still," he shrugged, "We are still alive."
"For now," growled May'bel arriving at a run with a small contingent of Marines. "The Gorn are on our heels."
He glanced to Marie, still the ranking officer, "Do we stand and fight to the death, or abandon the Station?"
“Neither,” Marie replied.
Maybel‘s reaction didn't need the UT to translate.
“If we abandon ship the Gorn will pick off the escape pods one by one,” Marie explained. “If we stand and fight we would surely die heroic deaths but it wouldn’t do much good. We need to buy time for the FHew to strike. That means keeping the Gorn occupied here.”
“I know you Klingons don’t like skulking around but that’s what we’re going to do. We’ll ambush them; we’ll harry them; we’ll make this station a hell-hole for them.”
May'bel glanced at the men still with him, led by Zorc, formerly of the IKC Torg.
"What say you, Son of Kor? Will your men hide and fight if you tell them?"
"I am overloading the power sources of the escape pods by remote." Dat'oxo said as he began the sequence. "Let them eat a hundred small bombs and see how they advance?" He was stead fast in his task, the moving of decks or the sparks flying about did nothing to deter him from his duty. "If they want to snipe them that is fine they will need to as they are all explosive projectiles in a shotgun style attack."
The hundred or so Escape pods all jettisoned as programmed as power built up for detonation, the cascade of small explosions would do enough damage to at least but it would but a basic drain upon the shielding if not drop it as smaller ones that are slower could get through for marginal damage under the best conditions.
The effect drew the attention of the Gorn fleet as a large portion broke free of the remnant of the Klingon Fleet and moved towards the station. This gave the FHew the gap it needed.
"We are in weapons range," Bruce reported.
"Drop cloak! Begin prefire calculations," Ro' bellowed at Mike.
In the hold the ancient Lyan Phase Launcher began to spin up. Jeeves, the ship's computer, plotted a trajectory and distance for the shot that would carry the warhead inside the Gorn craft. Now they just needed it to stay still; a phased Torpedo, cannot track.
The Kut'luc was dying. Her starboard side was exposed to space, and the Nacelle was spewing drive plasma. But she was deadly even now. Forty-five coordinated Photon Launchers spat at the enemy Gorn ships until there was nothing left to spit.
"Torpedos Depleated!" Tactical reported to Germite and HIchop. "Disruptors at 7%"
Germite had again accepted his fate, he was to die for his liege lord. "Increase power to disruptors and keep firing!!!" He turned to the helm. "We're out of torpedos, so let's turn this ship into a giant torpedo!!!"
Dat'oxo saw the ship that had used so many torpedoes and the unmistakable set up for a ramming run. "Are the guidance Tractors working, it is close enough we could attempt to grab it or better yet push against the ship or shielding to move it to a better poition for a ram or battery fire." He suggested.
May'bel shook his head, "We can do nothing for them now but buy time on the station. If the plan works their deaths will not be in vain. If it does not, then they died for the Empire. We should do the same."
"Not sure if anyone else is interested," Jared interjected from an open wall panel, "But I found the service access. Coming?"