AT/K01 - Klingon Freighter qoH
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Ollie's sense of space, time and self suspended for a fraction of eternity before all reemerged, the experience draped in a rainbow colored shower of shimmers, the sterile environment of the transporter pad melding into a dark, red hued body of sharp angles and unfamiliar noise.

The microsecond it took the Aussie security man to adjust to the foreign environment was long enough for the readied Klingon warriors to close on him and the Doctor he was pledged to protect. The sharp gleam of a blade, wild hair, and sharpened teeth were upon him like a maelstrom. Pearson was immediately on the backfoot, and it took all of his ability to bring his rifle up and deflect what blows he could while attempting to place himself between the incoming brutes and Dr. Ostberg.

Ollie was a good marksman, and his natural physique lended itself to his ability in hand to hand combat, but despite all this and years of training, Klingon Warriors spent their lives preparing for combat. Ollie had spent his youth surfing, flirting with girls and learning to make sushi. At best he had been learning to fight and serving in his role as a security officer for a bit over a decade. He was outmatched from the start.

Ollie may have been aware of this in the back of his mind, but he had a job to do. He may not have been the best trained, or natural combatant in the room, but Oliver Pearson was definitely among the most stubborn. He wasn't about to back down, not to anyone. Not even two vicious mek'leth wielding Klingons.

Ollie prepared himself to receive what blows he was unable to block with the phaser rifle now being used as a club. He trusted his armor to do its job and protect his vitals, so he concentrated on defending his soft parts, and most of all Dr. Ostberg, using what momentum he could to leverage the close quarters so he only faced one assailant at a time. He'd do his best to return blows where he could. With any luck he'd compensate for the Klingon fury and turn it on them - and if not, at least keep them busy enough to protect Ostberg until Sven and the rest of the team were able to shoot the hell out of them.

==GM Input: Hope this combat narrative was what you were looking for. Obviously, Pearson has his hands full! He will defend as best he can until he can make a hard blow count in return, or until the team can come to his aid. Ostberg is his primary objective at this point, and he will go out of his way to protect him, even if it means being injured himself. Though Ollie really hopes he's not hit in the face. Svenson won't like him if he's not pretty any more.==

==Tag Svenson, Ostberg, Givens==
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AT/K01 - Klingon Freighter qoH - by GM-02 - 01-17-2025, 06:34 PM
RE: AT/K01 - Klingon Freighter qoH - by Hallowette Maxas-Darl - 01-25-2025, 12:19 AM
RE: AT/K01 - Klingon Freighter qoH - by GM-02 - 01-28-2025, 11:50 PM

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