Riot! (part 2)

Posted on Fri Sep 2nd, 2011 @ 12:03pm by Commodore Samantha York & 1st Lieutenant Kara Melo & Lieutenant Commander Leanne Bowen & 1st Lieutenant Noelle Ghassan & Lieutenant JG Wesley Valdez & Ensign Daniel Daniels & Ensign Stran & Major Leroy Mangalia & Senior Chief Petty Officer Helga (Hel) Lowe & Chief Warrant Officer Callen Thompson & Ensign Robert Tyler

1,014 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Shades of Gray
Location: USS Calypso and Michnar VII

ON

[OLD]

"Hey, you don't hit kids!" the man roared. He tackled the man who threw the pie. Both fell to the ground and began to punch each other.

[NEW]

Doctor Bowen had been outside, seeing how bad the fighting was getting, and stood beside a marine. She quickly went back inside to avoid getting hurt and went to pick up a hypospray to be ready to sedate someone. Violence was starting to get worse.

As soon as she picked up the instrument, she found the surgeon laying on the ground and appeared to be not moving. Leanne rushed over and bent on her knee to check his pulse. She found him alive but unconscious. "Nurse! Help me get him on this cot," she said as she waited. Who would have thought to hurt a healer?

Hel rushed over and helped get Valdez onto a cot. She had to duck twice to avoid being hit by a pie. The situation was definitely getting out of hand.

Leanne stayed down to avoid getting hit and wondered when the security is going to deal with this situation. She heard a hissing sound and looked down to find a hole in her EVA suit. Great...a hole! She grabbed tape nearby and tried to patch the hole the best she can. She remained near Valez's cot. "Thanks for the help. I hope the security gets here soon!"

"They will," Hel assured her. "They always do."

Another volley of pies sailed overhead. An all-out pie war had begun. Hel preferred a pie war to a real one, but she didn't like the idea of having to clean up the mess.

Helena moved in to stop a fight and got hit in the back of her head with a pie. She decided a phaser was the best way to deal with the situation and stunned the two people who were ready to launch more pies.

Noelle saw Helena taking out her phaser and took aim at one of the people throwing pies and fired her phaser, taking one down, and taking aim at the other one in case Helena wasn't able to hit him. She touched her comm badge =^=Calypso...we need additional security officers down here asap.=^= She said as she moved further into the area to help control the situation as much as she could. =^=Two marines that are on patrol, get into the warehouse on the double to help with crowd control.=^= She ordered.

"They're in route to the transporter room now. They'll be down shortly."

The two Marines, both young lance corporals took off towards the medical facility. They didn't know what was going on, but set their rifles to stun in any case. Slowing down as they heard the general din, they stopped int their tracks looking at the general lawlessness going on infront. "San Francisco, South Central, all over again."

-^-Hey Doc, I don't think we can get in there without causing a lot of damage, both personal and property, this things getting out of control. I think you're best bets gonna be to just get beamed to another location, or to the ship all together.-^- The young Marine didn't like to think that way, but it was time to accept it as the truth.

Staying on her knees to the ground to avoid getting hit, Leanne heard the combadge outside her suit and touched it. =^=Do what you can. This is getting out of hand.=^=

"We heal, we don't harm," Helga reminded the doctor. "Why not a wide-beam stun? I know the ship can do it. I wouldn't mind getting stunned if it stopped the fighting. At least inside the building."

"That's what we're trying to do," Helena said from nearby. She turned and stunned three more people who had gone from throwing pies to throwing punches.

Stran, Daniels, and Robert Tyler arrived, with phasers in hand, from the main entrance, after being notified that Kyt was safe, and that there was a security issue. "Stun any civilians. Try to miss Fleet personnel." Stran instructed. "Daniels, get ready to deploy the sonic, if you have too."

"Yes sir." Daniels, and Robert said, simultaneously, while already stunning, as needed.

Before the sonics could be deployed, several photon grenades were thrown through the windows, on a high stun setting. As they exploded, the two Marines rushed in, weapons ready. "Clear!" One called, as the other moved back into the surgical area, and looked at the people that were standing there, looking like hell had broken loose again. "Get down! Put the pie down!" The other yelled, raising the barrel of the phase rifle he had.

The man holding the pie dropped it, not caring that it landed upside down on top of the person on the ground beside him.

Stran nodded to the marine. "Effective. I was planning on deploying sonic devices that rendered most humanoids asleep." He looked around the now quiet room. "Your methodology is just as appropriate."

"Photon grenades, set to high stun, and a door breach. Less likely to make people mad that aren't affected by sonic transmitters. Not every humanoid is going to be knocked up by a sonic blast, but taking a stun grenade, then a high level stun to the chest will knock down even a fully enraged Klingon." The private nodded to Stran. "And I know that the shock and awe factor always helps."

"Now all we need to do is confine them until we figure out what's going on with this stinking virus," Helena said as she began to move unconscious bodies to empty cots so the doctors could sedate them.

OFF

Captain Samantha York
Commanding Officer
USS Calypso

Lieutenant Commander Leanne Bowen
Chief Medical Officer
USS Calypso

Lieutenant Noelle Ghassan
Marine XO
USS Calypso

Lieutenant JG Wesley Valdez
Surgeon
USS Calypso

Chief Warrant Officer Callen Thompson
Shuttle Pilot
USS Calypso

Ensign Robert Tyler
Security Investigations Officer
USS Calypso

Senior Chief Petty Officer Helga "Hel" Lowe
Nurse
USS Calypso

Corporal Helena Melendez
Marine
USS Calypso

Generic Marine NPCs

 

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