Securing the Merc Ship, part 4

Posted on Thu Jan 20th, 2011 @ 2:26pm by 1st Lieutenant Kara Melo & Colonel Damon Raine & Major Leroy Mangalia & Private 1st Class Trent Kushner

1,139 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Peace, or Something Like It
Location: Mercenary Ship
Timeline: Current

{Mercenary Ship]

[OLD]

Flying inside to the bridge, the sound of duranium doors striking softer bone sounded, as did screams of pain, shock, and anger. Leo, followed by two or three of the Marines closest to him, tossed in photon grenades, set to high stun. Turning their backs again, the photonic energy blew, sending a stun shock wave through the cramped area, knocking most, if not all of the bridge crew on the ground. -^-Mangalia to Engineering team, photon grenades and a shock wave seemed to work pretty well. Take it, take it now.-^-

[NEW}

[ENGINEERING}

Trent shook his head to the Marines behind him. "Please don't throw photon grenades into engineering." He could hear a couple of the Marines behind him chuckle at the absurdity of it.

The Marine breathed heavily before giving one final nod to their artificer. Less than a second later the shape charges on the engineering bay doors were triggered. A tremendous blast sounded throughout the corridor as the two doors peeled away leaving Trent just enough room to run inside under cover of a thick cloud.

Instantly probing shots were fired all around him into the haze, looking for a lucky hit. One such shot was shot at relatively close range giving the Marine less than a second to move out of the way. His head snapped to the side as the sizzling bolt tore through the air, so close was it that he could feel the intense head of the blast followed by a burning sensation on the side of his face. Trent blinked the pain away rapidly as his finger depressed the trigger of his TR. He could only see a faint outline of his attacker, but it was more than enough as the three rounds all found their mark. The body slumped forward over a command console.

The victory was short lived as half a dozen other shots lanced his way from various angles forcing Trent to drop to one knee behind a crate filled with...something, he currently didn't care much either. He could smell his own burning skin as his weapon spat out rounds at the other attackers, forcing them to duck behind their own strong points. This would have to be enough cover to let the rest of his team enter.

Kara lay down a cover of phaser fire as she ran into the room and ducked to the right. She took out two more in quick succession. Trent had done a good job. Her team filed in after her, each with weapon raised, ready to fire.

Someone shot from the side. Kara turned and quickly dispatched a tall, pale man. "Drop your weapons," she said in a loud, clear voice.

Trent held his weapon steady in front of him; a small wisp of smoke licked at the air from the end of the barrel, illustrating its heavy use. He was in incredible pain but he refused to break his concentration on the room that spread out before him. He resisted the urge to reach up and feel out the damage done.

The room grew quiet save for the muffled grunts and whispers between the remaining mercenaries. Scorched panels and sparking consoles told the story of a fierce firefight between the opposing groups. Bodies lay littered around the room, but the lack of marine casualty's among them showed who was in control.

This fact had to be on the remaining mercenary's minds as they deliberated listening to the Marine's demand to surrender.

Trent was hyper alert to what was going on. His hearing was strained as were his eyes at the scene before him. It was this that saved his life.

Behind him, Trent heard the almost indistinguishable sound of some rubble being stepped on. He spun around in time to face an Orion male within feet of him, lining his weapon at the Marine. Noticing that he didn't have enough time to aim and shoot, Trent tucked his head and ran at the man with his arms out.

The Orion was taken surprise by this manoeuvre, not expecting a charge at such close range. Ill prepared for this tactic, he snapped off a shot by reflex which went inches too high over the Marine.

Trent didn't even have time to flinch at the shot before his body collided with the shooter, tackling him mid mass with the full weight of the Marine behind it. The two crashed on the ground with a loud grunt from both of them from the impact. As they hit the ground, both of the rifles they were carrying were knocked free of their grips and slid across the ground well out of reach.

Trent, whose full weight was on the mercenary, sat up first. He was quick to strike out a punch, connecting solidly with the side of the Orion's head. He pulled back to hit again, but was stopped mid throw as his opponents arm deftly deterred the attack. The mercenary's second arm pulled back and returned Trent's punch, though hitting the injured side of the Marine's face. Instantly Trent yelled out in pain and his vision blurred from the severe pain. His weight slackened on the man under him which was just enough for the mercenary roll away.

Trent's eyes filled up with tears as an involuntary body reaction. He couldn't remember a time when he had ever endured that kind of pain. The burn must have been much more severe than he had thought for an attack like that to debilitate him like this. Still, his life was in danger and dwelling on the pain would do him no good. With all the effort he could muster, Trent stood up and faced the smiling Orion a few paces away.

The mercenary reached to his side and relieved a wickedly curved blade that glinted in the pale room's light. He smiled, teeth standing in stark contrast to his dark green skin. It was clear that he relished the idea of killing the Marine this way and his stance betrayed his confidence.

Trent, still refusing to bring his hand up to the charred wound, stood opposite the Orion with an expressionless face.

With his training, Trent quickly sized up his opponent. The Orion stood about 6'3" and weighted approximately 240 pounds; his body mass showed a high center of gravity from the way he carried himself. He was left handed, told by the hand his weapon was in. Most importantly, he read that the mercenary had no idea how to use that weapon. Trent's head tilted to the side, he had this sorted.

(To be continued...)


Major Damon Raine
Marine CO/Acting XO
USS Calypso

1st Lieutenant Leroy Magnalia
Marine XO
USS Calypso

Sergeant Kara Melo (PNPC)
Squadron Leader
USS Calypso

Private Trent Kushner (PNPC)
Marine
USS Calypso

 

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