The Enemy (Part 5 of 8)

Posted on 18 Sep 2013 @ 8:56pm by Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm & Captain Jonathan Holliday & Commander Scarlet Blake & Lieutenant Commander Dea Mialin & Lieutenant Aria Rice & Lieutenant Jacob Pendleton & Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim & Commander Andreus Kohl & Lieutenant JG Delainey Carlisle & Lieutenant Commander Amynta Markos & Lieutenant Ammar Fahad & Lieutenant Lilou Zaren & Lieutenant Jared Nicholas & Lieutenant JG Victoria Crawley & Ensign S'Ranna T'Srrr'Kharh & Ensign Im'er Mor'an & Lieutenant JG Jacrux & Ensign Ariadne Fleming & Command Master Chief Markum Quinn & Tarishiana Barel & Alexander Iella & Chief Warrant Officer 3 Lamar Darius & Chief Warrant Officer 3 Alexion Wylde & Chief Warrant Officer 2 Arthur Willis & Senior Chief Petty Officer Keval zh'Erinov & Petty Officer 1st Class Victarion Jaqen & Petty Officer 1st Class Gabriel Stark & Petty Officer 1st Class Siren Hex Saalm & EMH Mark X-C "Shirley" & Chief Warrant Officer 3 Amon Mormont

1,965 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Episode 04 - Exodus
Location: USS Galileo - Main Bridge, Various
Timeline: MD 03 - 0145 hrs

Previously, on The Enemy (Part 4)...

With the drone now occupied with another crew member and the tubules no longer deep in her neck, Lirha collapsed on the floor of the bridge and lay limp. Her body twitched and convulsed with the agony of millions of nanoprobes taking over her mind and body. "...Commander..." she looked over at Scarlet with a helpless and terrified look in her now-grey eyes.

Scarlet sprinted to the Captain, grabbing hold of her to drag out of the way, and out of the line of fire. She propped her up against the wall, touching her face to see the tell-tale tendrils creeping through her skin. "We've got you, Lirha, you hear me? We got you...hang on..."

And Now, the Continuation...

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Deck 3 - Corridor and Armory Station

Down below decks in the crowded corridor of civilians, screams of panic emanated from the mouths of Venture's survivors when they saw a collection of Borg drones materialize on their deck. Swiftly and methodically, the bio-mechanical enemies moved down the hallway, knocking crew members into the wall and down to the floor while injecting their nanoprobe tubules into their necks.

"Get back in your rooms! Barricade them, now! Now!" Gabriel shouted down the corridor to the panicking people, both to get them out of the Borg's reach, and out of their way. With people running it was harder to get a clear shot. Gabriel swore, lifting his rifle as he pushed forward to get closer, so he could get a clearer shot as he started to fire, the force of fire from the phaser rifle half jolting a drone back away from a civilian, allowing the man to scrabble and twist away and sprint down the corridor.

Siren Hex frowned in the office she'd been trying to pull up any scraps of information of the current status of the Borg from, moving out into the corridor that had just gone to hell. She swore loudly as a Borg made a swipe for her, ducking quickly and rolling before climbing back to her feet to run a few steps down the corridor to get some distance between them; if the Borg couldn't get close enough to grab you, they couldn't zombiefy you.

Markos had abandoned the phaser rifle the moment the Borg seemed to have adapted. Once she had found a place where the blasted idiots running around weren't quite as much in the way, she opened fire. She used the projectile one instead, her eyes narrowed. "Come on..." she said, knowing better than to get them too close. She knew she couldn't take them at hand to hand.

Mormont moved beside Stark, his eyes dark as he watched him. "We need to hold our position," he said quietly. "I'm going to move back, make sure no one sneaks up behind us. We should lock all the doors between one end and the other, narrowing the places they can come to us from. We hold the corridor, we hold the Venture people safe. Sounds okay?" he asked, smiling to him despite the situation they were in.

Gabriel nodded firmly, catching his breath as he turned to face the other end of the corridor, grabbing his projectile rifle off his back. "Back to back," he said firmly, pushing forward, having to contain himself to short bursts of fire. But the corridors had cleared, the Venture people having fled back to the rooms to barricade themselves in, or bolted down the corridor, or sunk to the ground having succumbed to the Borg.

Mormont nodded, his eyes dark as he pushed himself up. He ran for cover, locking the doors with a security override on his way before finding a defendable position. He narrowed his eyes, aiming the projectile rifle at the Borg before opening fire.

Amynta let out a breath that sounded like it was out of annoyance, keeping her position. "Red! You okay?" she called out, her eyes trying to find the redhead.

"Yeah! Kinda!" Siren shouted back from the other end of the corridor. She was playing hard to get, trying to avoid fire and Borg all in one. She looked down, letting out a shaking breath as a small pair of hands had wrapped themselves around her waist and she looked down to see a young boy staring back up at her with serious brown eyes. "Aw man," Siren shook her head with disbelief at the boy hugging her. "Seriously?" she sighed, looking down the corridor and licking her lips. "Okay, boy, stay behind me, you hear? You be the eyes in the back of my head, and you see any of those robo-bitches coming our way, just scream or something," she messed his hair up before shouting back to Amynta. "I've picked up a hitchhiker! We're going to stay out of trouble!"

"Then you better move into a safe room!" Markos shouted before frowning as she fired. "These blasted things can just go back to the hell they came from, because I am not dying wearing this uncomfortable, unflattering uniform and these ugly boots!"


Deck 4 - Corridor

Dea had exited the shuttle bay only a short time earlier on her way to sickbay. When the intruder alarms sounded her attention shifted to the Warrant Officer. "Our trip just got a lot more complicated. We need to hurry and try to stay behind cover. Or we can try to retrace our steps and lock ourselves in the shuttlebay with the others?"

Lamar looked around, first at Dea and then to their surroundings to try and make the best decision. "I don't think we can go back." he surmised. "I don't think it would be a good idea to get caught in a turbolift if Borg arrive. Let's try and keep moving to sickbay." he wrapped his arm tightly around her waist as they slowly crept down the corridor while peeking around various corners to make sure it was clear before moving forward.

"Agreed," Dea commented very glad that she wasn't in the corridor alone. Being injured made her more vulnerable but she didn't want to be assimilated by the Borg so she'd fight with everything she had.

As the two of them approached sickbay, Lamar spotted several drones which were hammering on the door, and watched as one of them injected its tubules into the locking mechanism to override it. He watched with mild horror as they then proceeded to enter the medical facility, and his thoughts quickly turned to the patients and doctors who were already inside.

"Drones just invaded sickbay." he grimly informed Dea, in case she hadn't seen it for herself. "We need to help them."

Sombrely Dea nodded in response to Lamar's comment, "Yeah we do. We need to arm ourselves with something." She knew they wouldn't help anyone if they tried to accomplish that goal unarmed.

"There's a weapons locker back behind us, about twenty meters down the left corridor." he informed her. As a former-Marine, it was always an old habit to know where the phasers were at all times. "Stay here and out of sight, I'll go back and grab a couple for us." He helped her back around the corner where the drones couldn't see them, then quickly ran off in a low crouch towards the armaments.

Dea nodded indicating that was a good idea. "Yeah go," she said after they were out of sight of the drones. Being armed would at least give them a bit more to work with.

Lamar returned about thirty seconds later with two hand phasers clipped to his belt and two Type IIIc compression rifles slung over his back, as well as a small black case which was tucked under his arm. He passed a hand phaser and a rifle towards Dea, then set down the case and opened it to reveal four photon grenades. "Look what I found." he grinned, then have her two of them. "Not sure why a science ship needs these, but I'll take it!"

Reaching out Dea took the phaser and rifle from Lamar. "You're right I'm not sure what a science ship needs these for but I'm not going to say no. Let's go create some zombie like havoc."


Deck 4 - Sickbay

One deck below the crew quarters, more Borg transported in to Galileo's main science and medical corridor. A collection of eight drones swiftly made their way down the hall then split up. Four of them approached the doors to sickbay and quickly overrode the locking mechanism by assimilating the door's keypad, and they suddenly burst into the medical bay.

Andreus Kohl was crouched down in the office of the Chief Medical Officer when he heard the gasping sound of the Sickbay doors opening. Sickbay had been locked down almost as soon as the intruder alert had sounded, and Kohl certainly hadn't anticipated the ship's security would be breached so suddenly. Apparently, Kohl's security clearance was still high enough, he'd been able to unlock the phaser locker in the Chief's office. He clicked the two type-ones and the spare type-two to his belt in the hopes of sharing them with the rest of the medical staff. The curved handle of the remaining type-two phaser fit comfortably in his hand.

Keeping low to the deck and close to the bulkheads, Kohl crouched out of the office and followed the short passageway that opened out into Sickbay's central compartment. At the sight of an armour-plated Borg marching into Sickbay --marching into Kohl's Sickbay, whatever Starfleet Medical might say-- Andreus Kohl didn't even hesitate. Kohl pushed the phaser settings past kill to disintegrate, and fired a deadly blast at the Borg drone.

Keval had been dosing when he heard the blast go off. He looked up and saw one of the Borg drones that had been about to assimilate another patient disintegrate.

He was in operations and not security so he didn't carry a phaser, but he wasn't about to lay there and just take it. He saw a fragment of the door that had been blown apart It had a jagged edge and a sharp point and he dove for it.

His equilibrium was way off and he missed it the first time, but his move had been unexpected and the Borg that had been about to grab him missed.

The Andorian managed to grasp it the second time and thrust upwards with all of his strength impaling the drone through his armor.

The drone staggered and fell forward, trapping the Andorian beneath the mass of metal and flesh. The weight was immense, and as a green shimmer began to engulf the drone, more queued up behind.

Normally Keval would have been able to lift the drone off of him. He was after all Andorian and much stronger than the average human, but this was not a normal situation. And the dead drone, he twisted the shard of metal inside him to make sure, provided good cover. He used what strength he had to keep from being crushed and hoped that someone would come along and rescue him and the others trapped in Sick Bay.

At least that was his plan, but as the familiar image of the transporter beam began to roll over the Borg, he immediately released his grip. Wherever the Borg was being taken he did not want to go there, at least not his present condition.

More drones entered the room, overwhelming any possible defense.

Her voice was hoarse and harsh as Allyndra croaked through the communicator =^=Me...*cough*......Medical Lab..*cough*......DNA scissors.......=^=

To Be Continued...

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