02-13-2025, 12:27 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-13-2025, 12:51 AM by Hallowette Maxas-Darl.)
==Ens. Ollie Pearson - Security NRC - Bridge==
This is all wrong. K'Deela... This...this...
"Get up Oliver. Bollocks you bludger..." Ollie groaned as he pushed himself to one knee, "Get the F UP. GET UP."
Pearson watched as several stun blasts recoiled the berserk Klingon, knocking the crazed warrior in different directions, but having little effect otherwise. He felt panic rise like bile in the back of his parched throat, and only his years of experience kept the feeling from overwhelming him. This bloke was gonna dunny the whole mission - or worse, he was going to kill ANOTHER teammate.
Ollie reached into the top of his boot, his fingers feeling for the sleek, polished edge of his last resort weapon. He knew he'd probably hear it, hell he might even get the ol' keelhaul out of Starfleet, but he couldn't let what happened to K'Deela happen to Givens...or worse Svenson. God above, not Sven.
His right side ached fiercely, but the man from OZ pushed through, his eyes stinging from the release of sweat that rolled down his forehead like a stream of ions from an engine. Ollie withdrew the old school type one 'pocket' phaser from its catch and released the safety. He blinked once to clear the perspiration from his eyes, and aimed, only noting with satisfaction that it was set to kill, just as it was meant to be. He forced out a breath, daring a final steadying act before yelling gutterally, "Oy, fella!!!" then fired on the mad threat - a threat that meant with all intention to kill a superior officer.
==GM Input: Ollie fires his backup type 1 at the rampaging klingon. The weapon is set on the first kill setting after heavy stun. Ollie is wounded, gassed and ultimately calling his cards with nothing left. It's an all or nothing cross field kick in open play (to use a Rugby parlance hail mary) Does the man from Brisbane hit his target?==
This is all wrong. K'Deela... This...this...
"Get up Oliver. Bollocks you bludger..." Ollie groaned as he pushed himself to one knee, "Get the F UP. GET UP."
Pearson watched as several stun blasts recoiled the berserk Klingon, knocking the crazed warrior in different directions, but having little effect otherwise. He felt panic rise like bile in the back of his parched throat, and only his years of experience kept the feeling from overwhelming him. This bloke was gonna dunny the whole mission - or worse, he was going to kill ANOTHER teammate.
Ollie reached into the top of his boot, his fingers feeling for the sleek, polished edge of his last resort weapon. He knew he'd probably hear it, hell he might even get the ol' keelhaul out of Starfleet, but he couldn't let what happened to K'Deela happen to Givens...or worse Svenson. God above, not Sven.
His right side ached fiercely, but the man from OZ pushed through, his eyes stinging from the release of sweat that rolled down his forehead like a stream of ions from an engine. Ollie withdrew the old school type one 'pocket' phaser from its catch and released the safety. He blinked once to clear the perspiration from his eyes, and aimed, only noting with satisfaction that it was set to kill, just as it was meant to be. He forced out a breath, daring a final steadying act before yelling gutterally, "Oy, fella!!!" then fired on the mad threat - a threat that meant with all intention to kill a superior officer.
==GM Input: Ollie fires his backup type 1 at the rampaging klingon. The weapon is set on the first kill setting after heavy stun. Ollie is wounded, gassed and ultimately calling his cards with nothing left. It's an all or nothing cross field kick in open play (to use a Rugby parlance hail mary) Does the man from Brisbane hit his target?==