02-13-2025, 05:45 PM
Mara had her phaser already drawn and she was firing in unison with the rest of the team even as she backed into cover. Her smaller type II still had plenty of range and whilst she wasn’t hitting anything vital, her added weight of fire was at least helping keep the Klingons pinned.
“From behind,” the call from Doyle alerted the rest of the team, as the Midshipman opened fire. “Second bogey,” she added.
The Security Chief looked around. Both the Star Fleet team and the defending Klingons had each other pinned down but they had apparently reached a stalemate that needed to be broken.
“OK. We gotta break out or there’s a risk they’re gonna bring reinforcements through that corridor up ahead,” Calleja said, her voice eerily calm in the middle of the firefight. “Doyle, Bance, I want that one on the right taken out, then move on the two up ahead. I’m gonna go take the two behind us, then work round to the one on the left. Trev, you and the rest need to keep everyone duckin’, and if I look like I’m not gonna make the guy on the left, J’dara and Celcis need to do it. Once Doyle and Bance are done, move on up in support. This is gonna hurt but stayin’ here is not an option. We gotta take the entrance to that corridor. We go on my mark. Grenades out to cover the advance.”
The Amazonian officer took a moment to psyche herself up. The machete felt good in her hand. She’d spent so much of her life in close-up, brutal combat like this that the prospect of taking on multiple enemies at point blank range didn’t phase her in the least.
I’ve killed bigger ‘n better than these in the past. Klingons are runnin’ mostly on rep these days. The reality is they got fat and lazy and I’m gonna make ‘em pay for that.
Mara loosed off a volley from her type II and holstered it, drawing a flash grenade from her pouch as the rest of the team did likewise. The helmets worn by the Star Fleet team would protect them from the pulse of light but the enemy didn’t appear to be packing similar protection. She primed the bomb, took a deep breath and then let it out.
“Let’s go!” she roared, hurling the grenade at the Klingons to the rear before breaking cover at a sprint. Already she was mentally calculating her attack path as she closed…
== Tags all! Doyle, you can treat Bance as a temp NRC of yours if you want.
GM input please - how does the plan go? Can Mara close and engage with the Klingons at the rear? ==
“From behind,” the call from Doyle alerted the rest of the team, as the Midshipman opened fire. “Second bogey,” she added.
The Security Chief looked around. Both the Star Fleet team and the defending Klingons had each other pinned down but they had apparently reached a stalemate that needed to be broken.
“OK. We gotta break out or there’s a risk they’re gonna bring reinforcements through that corridor up ahead,” Calleja said, her voice eerily calm in the middle of the firefight. “Doyle, Bance, I want that one on the right taken out, then move on the two up ahead. I’m gonna go take the two behind us, then work round to the one on the left. Trev, you and the rest need to keep everyone duckin’, and if I look like I’m not gonna make the guy on the left, J’dara and Celcis need to do it. Once Doyle and Bance are done, move on up in support. This is gonna hurt but stayin’ here is not an option. We gotta take the entrance to that corridor. We go on my mark. Grenades out to cover the advance.”
The Amazonian officer took a moment to psyche herself up. The machete felt good in her hand. She’d spent so much of her life in close-up, brutal combat like this that the prospect of taking on multiple enemies at point blank range didn’t phase her in the least.
I’ve killed bigger ‘n better than these in the past. Klingons are runnin’ mostly on rep these days. The reality is they got fat and lazy and I’m gonna make ‘em pay for that.
Mara loosed off a volley from her type II and holstered it, drawing a flash grenade from her pouch as the rest of the team did likewise. The helmets worn by the Star Fleet team would protect them from the pulse of light but the enemy didn’t appear to be packing similar protection. She primed the bomb, took a deep breath and then let it out.
“Let’s go!” she roared, hurling the grenade at the Klingons to the rear before breaking cover at a sprint. Already she was mentally calculating her attack path as she closed…
== Tags all! Doyle, you can treat Bance as a temp NRC of yours if you want.
GM input please - how does the plan go? Can Mara close and engage with the Klingons at the rear? ==