<<Sorry, I will log with Joeleco later today or tomorrow>> -=- Star Base 234 - Desk 12 -=- Michael McKnight and Ra'nar were both big men, over 6 foot tall and weighing just over and under the two hundred pounds mark, respectively. Both were in full combat armour and were wearing their helmets. And yet, neither their size nor armour could save them were a Romulan Photon Grenade landed in between them, however a combination of both meant that almost everyone else behind the barrier was protected from the kill-zone of the grenade. When Specialist Anne Elgars - Annie to her friends - awoke the first thing she noticed was that their were bells in her ears. A close second and third was that she was covered in blood from the two ODA operators, and far more scarily…. the Vulcan female was wailing and screaming at the top of her lungs while tears ran down her face. Annie had never seen a Vulcan show even the slightest bit of emotion in her life and to see one having something very close to a brake down was more than she could take. She froze for several seconds, just lying on her side looking at the wreck of a women brake down before her, until she felt a slap across her face. ***** Sergeant David Hackworth had always known in was a bad idea for ODA Operators to get married, but he would never have believed that either Mick or Tulosana would ever get hurt, they were the two luckiest marines he had ever known. And none Mick was dead and his wife had shut off the world around her and was lost in her grief. David shock his head, wiped his best friend off his face and tried to think of what to do. He looked around, only a few Engineers had stayed after seeing the two ODA Operators taken out like that, he did not blame them, bravery had its limits, one of the few that was still here was the specialist who had rigged the corridor to explode, but from the look of her she was in a deep state of shock, but Sergeant David Hackworth knew the cure for the that. He slapped her with everything he had, before doing his best Drill Sergeant impersonation, "SPECIALIST!!! ON YOUR FEET!" After another slap across her face the Specialist crawled up to her elbows and knees, "I need to you ridge up this section to give us time to fall back." There was still a dazed look in her eyes, "SPECIALIST! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" She nodded. "Please don't hit me again," she muttered in a voice just above a whisper. "Rig up this section," he repeated. She nodded, and crawled over to her equipment bag which had been well shielded from the blast by her own body, lucky considering there was enough C-9 in there to take out four decks. David Hackworth moved over to his dead friends to remove their armour, tags and anything else that could be salvaged when the Vulcan pushed him aside, tears still streaming down her face. He was going to keep quite until he saw her place her fingers around Micheal's face. "What are you doing?" he asked in hushed tones, "He's dead." There was not even any need to check for a pulse, his body armour had protected his torso and his helmet protected his brain, but their were deep wounds on his face and neck and his left arm and left leg being violently removed, and away, nobody could survive loosing that much blood. "His brain is not dead yet," She said closing her eyes and focusing, "I will take whatever is left." David felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, "that's…. immoral," he whispered. "I am his wife." she managed to answer before going into a trance like state. Sergeant David Hackworth did not get to reply as he was distracted by Romulan rifle pulse sailed over his shoulder, he cursed his stupidity for not staying low and returned fire. He did not see the Vulcan then move over to the dead Cardassian Marine and repeat the procedure.
After a few minutes of back and forth fire, the red haired Specialist indicted that she had finished and ready to move. Davis then moved over to his dead friends and removed their armour as he had originally intended, "put his on" he said tossing the specialist one of the two blood soaked vests, the other he handed to the last Engineer still with them. He glanced back over to the Vulcan and noticed to his shock that she was now firing her weapon without a trace of grieving in her face. "You okay?" He asked. "Just fine" she answered before adding in a thick southern American accent, "y'all 'kay?" David's eye's widened, but he kept he calm, now was not the time too panic. "pin them down with fire then fall back." The four remaining behind the barrier opened up with their MKIII rifles, and then started to move back. The male engineer made the fatal mistake of raising his head too high and caught a disruptor blast to the back of it for his trouble, as he slumped to the ground the three turned and opened fire dropping a few Romulans themselves, but there was a hail of disruptor fire in return. It took David a few moments to realise that the Vulcan was on the floor was a hole going just below were her unprotected abdomen. "I can't feel anything below my waist." She muttered. David had kept up a constant rate of fire while the specialist dealt with the injured Vulcan, but even over the sound of the battle he managed to hear the specialist answer, "The disruptor beam severed your spine." At that David winced, but not as much as when he heard the Vulcan mutter "Remember." He turned just in time to see the Vulcans hand on the Elgars' face. -=- End Log -=- TBC….
Specialist Anne Elgars Communications Technician Starbase 234 & Sergeant David Hackworth ODA Weapons Specialist On Leave |