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Post by Lieutenant jg Denise Daniels on Feb 7, 2019 16:30:07 GMT -5
Denise, sat down with an exhausted huff, her spanner draped over her thigh. Her tired eyes swept over the makeshift Avynei main command post here on the front lines. She jumped as a barrage was cut loose suddenly from three of the five Kzari 'War Wheels'...singular wheeled mechanical nightmarish war machines...all five showed damage from their journey to the main outpost here..even as the three thundered their barrages to support the Avynei fire support.
She smirked some as she looked over to see the remaining two war wheels under repair..by not only Kzari...but Skara warriors as well as a Yanda and Kguy...one of her own.
Scrappy sighed and closed her eyes as she leaned back against the force field emitter she erected to aid and support the Avynei defense fields around the base..it had been non stop since that harrowing landing...they lost Alaina...and a few others...a whole shuttle went down during the drop...the crew aboard still M.I.A...
Harry...Leb...Alaina...
She buried those thoughts...forcing herself to remember that they weren't dead until she saw their bodies...there was always hope...she refused to think of them as dead...
..no matter how annoying she found them...
..there is still hope...was her final thought.
For despite the thundering war wheels and their Avynei allies support firing...Denise succumbed to exhaustion and drifted off to sleep...
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Ensign Sebetharen Adryan
Unassigned Officers
Delta Operations Team Leader
Application of skill determines worth, and karma.
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Post by Ensign Sebetharen Adryan on Feb 8, 2019 2:59:22 GMT -5
In the near-empty tent he found himself, Seb kept warm by a well heated rock waiting for his clothes to dry. He was staring at his PADD, but he wasn't actively reading it. His mind was occupied with the battle at hand and what had transpired. The supplies they had brought had been left behind on the shuttle, which made maintenance and replacement of equipment extremely difficult. Any ordinance his team didn't carry on their person was stuck behind enemy lines. It was more than sobering to be so disadvantaged. Not to mention the actions within his team, and Delta in general, had him infuriated.
He looked up at his clothes and stood up. His wounds, while treated, were aflame now that his adrenaline had ceased. He gently brushed his neck. That wound would need extensive medical attention, not only was the burn serious it prevented him from speech. It hurt to even swallow. He couldn't lead his team in such a condition, but leading his team was not a remote concern in his mind at the moment. He gave a sideways glance Decia's figure, at the hole in her armor, and scowled. Too many mistakes were made, and they'd barely been here a couple hours. It was unacceptable. He looked back to the rock, he was having trouble looking at his Commander right now.
He pulled his uniform down from where it hung and kicked off his boots to slip it on before replacing them. He examined the bloody and torn uniform on his body; It would provide some protection from the cold, but not enough. He was stuck in this tent until Black returned with his armor... whatever she was doing to it. He shuddered slightly. It'd either be great, or it'd try folding him in half as he wore it. There was rarely middle ground with the woman's inventions.
He sat back down and picked up his PADD, and gave an earnest attempt to sift through the list of injured, missing and killed as he waited in silence.
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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Feb 8, 2019 16:18:32 GMT -5
Kaiden hit the release on his helmet and took it off. The cold air greeted him. As did the smell of battle on the air. Phaser burnt flesh, the smell of ozone. A cacophony of sounds no longer filtered by his helmet of frantic cries for anyone to help emanated from the medical tent. He places his helmet on his back hip then entered the medical tent to render aid or even final comfort at any who saw their god today.
The battle had been less than idea. He had barely joined the Sentinel when the bubble had gone up, his first interaction with his new commanding officer and unit command had been on the flight deck preparing for a combat drop. The lieutenant commander was eccentric, looking more like a hero from a holovid than any commander he had. Save perhaps Master Chief O’Donegan who looked crafted by a Starfleet Maco propaganda film. She nearly died and then was saved by something. This place would definitely put faith to the test.
His immediate superior Ensign Adryan appeared a competent soldier and leader, if not hardened. Kaiden sighed perhaps humor was not the best choice to attempt to rapidly ingratiate himself to the unit before combat. Even the chain of command became muddled due to lack of preparation time. Starfleet Logistics at their best. Still the Ensign was far more experienced than any he had met in the past, perhaps it would be a good working relationship in time. Without doubt he was tough fighting on even with a phaser burn to the throat.
Kaiden approached the Doctor in charge, “ Where do ya need my help?” He wasn’t answered by the doctor but instead by the crash of a fist hitting his jaw.”
The sound of a woman’s voice, slightly labored by injury and anger followed, “ I need you on the floor!” Kaiden attempted to roll with the impact but it left him dazed, acquiring his assailant his heart jumped. Before him stood an injured Tia Connelly. A delta he served with years ago on board the Adagio. More than served with. He had chosen to leave the ship to attend medschool, promised to contact her frequently but did not. A mistake he had regretted and apparently a sore spot with her. His wits now about him he replied.
“Usually I buy you a drink before that.” Any further banter was interrupted by a Vulcan security officer. Which likely did not buy his lie to excuse the punch. After more time talking with Tia, apologizing and hearing about the loss of her brother. He left her to rest and proceeded to the worst of the wounded to provide what little comfort he could.
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Captain Talia
USS Adagio - NCC-99691-B
USS Adagio Captain
'Strength and Honor"
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Post by Captain Talia on Feb 9, 2019 12:17:10 GMT -5
Talia stepped back from Ki'te hastily set up console as she ended her call with the Protector's ground operations commander, Desiree Clerie. She looked about the makeshift T.O.C. and her eyes fell upon the tactical field holo display. She watched as Ki'te and a Kirtascan officer updated the feed...a symbol appeared indicating the Protector's now secured LZ.
"Sporadic coms with the Skari Light Drop calvary unit from the Zeeriki..." said the young Kzari Operations officer who was working with them. "They have met up with the Yanda mobile triage forces and are now pushing towards the Protector Landing Zite..."
"Kzari Armored Column from the Vortal has slowed and has been forced to dig in north northwest 25 kilometers from their drop site...." A chipper Yanda voice chimed in as well now "Avynei forces have reinforced!"
"Heavy Assault Squads from the Retribution Wing " Shouted a Kirtascan voice,laced with anger still at his people's betrayal "have been reinforced by forces of the Trav..." He stopped as Talia turn to face him at that...
The Young fierce looking Kirtascan cleared his throat some. "....'The People' ground assault forces...they are efforting a push to the two missing Protector shuttles..."
"Progress?" Talia nodded at the correction.
"Slow...but unyielding..." The Kirtascan Soldier said with renewed pride. "If they are out there..we will reach them..and make the enemy truly pay..."
Talia nodded at that and crossed her eyes as she studied the map...though aware of the ongoing updates of the many drop troops progress..she was also watching the Avynei's lines begin to stabilize..no, she thought. Advance...we have given the extra distraction required...
She smiled at this, didn't see that coming did you Fear? She did feel a twinge of guilt given what she knew about their enemy and her own feelings on the matter....
"Mitterand and Coronado security and Delta forces have linked up at the Proteus landing zone...Yanda triage teams on site..."
"Still no consistent contact with the orbital battle..."
"Yanda Mobile strike hospital enroute ..pushing north north east now...reinforced by Avynei forces moving to the CP"
"Kirtascan field artillery now supporting fire to the south and west of their landing zone...Avynei troops reinforcing..."
Talia felt the presence of the Kzari Armored OberKolonel beside her before he spoke low to her. "It is madness dear Kaptain.." he looked to her. "You are trying to herd Yerni"
"We have just begun Ollo " She said back her eyes on the map...seeking...something.
"Yes...we have..." His scarred face smirked some. "At last a fight that has true purpose...yet madness nonetheless..."
Talia nodded forced to admit this.
"Perhaps..."
He looked at her "You fight using very unorthodox methods..."
She didn't answer him, not looking away from the floating display.
"Well no matter...who i am to argue...I was pulled from the wreck of my command war wheel by a Skara solider who last month would have slit my throat as soon as look at me...instead he turned me over to a very frightened Yanda doctor who was quite committed to saving this fat old fool..." He chuckled.
"I see..." Her eyes still fixed on the holo-map and the ever changing displays before her.
A hiss of a response joined them "It is still early in the campaign Old One...your throat can still be slit." Said the Skari woman as she slithered up the table, though her smirk seems vicious there was a playfulness in her slitted eyes.
"Ahhh yes...but you see my dear Leftenant..." The portly armored Kzari winked at her. "It will not be today..."
The Skara officer in charge of their part of the defense of the CP let loose a small hiss of a chuckle of her own and shook her head. "Your remaining two war wheels will be up and operational within the hour...though not as mobile as before..this 'Sadcat' and my field engineers scavenged the parts he and my people needed from one of our APC's and what was left of the Yanda medical shuttle..."
The Kzari shook his head and then nodded to her. "By the Lady...we just might have some more hope.."
"Kzari optimism? Bored with arrogance are we?" She smirked.
"I liked to keep my options open...arrogance can come to both of us .." He nodded to her. "Over drinks once we win this..."
"We still need to win before talk of drinks..." Came the battle weary voice of a Kirtascan Captain, who set down his own PADD "Here are our current supply lists..."
Talia continued to watch the feed and listened to the allied officers working under Veeri and Ki'te as they continued their unit position callouts...her eyes took in the map occasionally looking at the supply read outs as they appeared as Captain Mullaho briefed her and the other Allied command officers who had made it to the Avynei forward CP...
The answer is not here, She thought...what was it someone once said....
...not all of the answers you seek are on your precious game boards....
She set her jaw and looked up at the assembly of allied officers...all down to business and preparing to continue to aid their Avynei allies in pushing back the night...fighting..conventionally...
Talia frowned some and looked up, her eyes seeking out the often ever present Priestess Yneil...
...to see if there was any indication, that she needed to seek answers elsewhere.
So many were counting on her...yes this was a great victory in unifying so many...but they had not yet won...so many were in the battle against the Dark and her forces now...yet that eternal struggle begun so vert long ago continued...
She sought out Yneil's gaze...all of these people had answered her call to arms...so many were dying out there for this rescue of the Xert Homeworld...her own Keth...her fleet mates...their new allies, all because of her call to arms. Yes, for though this was a small victory of unifying these new allies for the continuing struggle, was never her true goal...
Talia sought an end to that struggle.
...it had gone on long enough....
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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Feb 9, 2019 20:19:01 GMT -5
Niaev left the shuttle at Camp McMillan. The air was cold, the shield shimmered over them. She could see Ristovski and the Delta watching the perimeter. It had been a bloody day. Two of four shuttles had not made the descent. Grace and Magreilr, they were likely dead with the others on board. They had lost Rigby as well. She took a cloth and started to clean the now freezing blood spatter from her grey and white armor. The red and green blood almost could pass for a modern art piece.
Commander Clerie was resting having her injuries healed once again and V’Tira was recovering from a chest injury that had required battlefield surgery to remove a compounded rib fracture and allow the sealing of the wound. Soon they were to be reinforced hopefully with supplies and the ability to construct adequate shelter from the elements. She shivered. Another battlefield, Jela, another warzone. And I had wanted to join the vanguard force. If I had, V’tira may be dead. The pilot of the Proteus drop shuttle surely would. Lisa would say that “God” had a plan for this and I was a part of it. Neo-Catholics. Always finding their god in the small gap between the knowledge of the universe and the current scientific understanding.
Niaev finished cleaning her armor as best she could and moved toward the graves of Rigby and McMillan. Only the dead have known the end of war. She looked on the helmets and makeshift markers. In that moment those were not just for the two officers under shallow ice and snow. They were for all who died in this invasion on its first bloody day. For all those lost and presumed dead as well. Niaev saw the faces of all she had lost on the battlefield. Her eyes became wet, the tears stinging cold in the wind and over the snowdrifts and ice she cried into notes. The words were not real, merely a method for the melody. She sang for all those lost on this day.
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