Season 15: Episode 4 - Vox Populai

[Kinley Garrison]

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[ USS Discovery - Deck 10, Jeffries, 2nd Intersection --> Portside intersection]

Jettis nodded as the Doctor requested to join them. Any injured they ran into would certainly benefit, two doctors would always be better than one. "You're more than welcome," he answered, turning toward the control panel that sealed the hatch behind them. "We haven't encountered anyone else so far, I'm not sure how many made it out of the Lounge with how crowded it was for the broadcast." Fortunately, his brand new access codes worked and with a hiss, the door sealed, and they were free to continue in any of the other five directions.

He turned back to face the others as they spoke, eyes snapping over to Meelar. He tilted his head, brows scrunching as the Doctor offered to aide him. Scanning her in confusion, fumbled for a response blankly. He wasn't sure what to say. Zero he'd known would refuse to leave. It was just in his brother's nature, and he knew better than to waste time arguing, especially when time was so critical.

But this officer he'd met moments ago. No - not even met. He'd made a flippant comment and failed to introduce himself or show any sort of interest or compassion. And yet, without hesitation she had offered to help.

Before he could gather his thoughts, he heard Murphy speak up to echo the sentiment. Somehow, that shocked him even more than Meelar's offer. He could feel the fear pouring off the ensign - off of all of them, really. So for him to even consider staying behind with him was more than Jettis expected.
Any words of appreciation he thought of didn't seem to be enough. He was paralyzed, unthinking until a small bead rolling down his cheek snapped him out of it. Taking a step back, he turned. "I wouldn't - couldn't ask anyone to do that. It's practically suicide, I know that." It wasn't truly an answer, but he didn't want to acknowledge that right now. He didn't have it in him to say yes, but he didn't have it in him to say no, either. "We need to check that there are any lifepods remaining, and I wouldn't blame any of you for taking the opportunity."

He didn't have time to come up with a more decisive answer, when Harrington's callout caught his attention. Quickly spinning towards the direction he pointed, he glanced hesitantly down both other paths. It was pretty much a flip of the coin either way, but there was no sound resonating through the tube on their left. "This way. Do you have that tricorder? If you can, try see if you can fine tune it enough to detect which direction lifesigns are and how far." Even if the tricorder couldn't manage to differentiate between Borg and non-borg, the heads up would be invaluable. He didn't have his own to know if there was enough of a difference for the device to pick it up. But, given she had scanned herself to prove she was safe, he was willing to bet there was at least something that gave it away.

Taking off down the hallway, he was grateful at least this direction had tubes you could fully stand in. Even moreso he was grateful it wasn't incredibly difficult to outrun the borg, it was outsmarting them that became difficult.
The hall seemed clear for awhile, with no signs of other life. However Jettis stopped running as he swore he heard a voice. Holding his hand up to silence everyone, he stared down the hallway. There were lights, but it was so dimly lit that even squinting didn't help make out any discernible shapes.

The silence stretched onward, until a harsh jingling caught his attention. He tensed as neared, until he saw something small and metallic approaching. Noisily, it landed in front of him.

Frowning, he didn't move immediately, eyeing it. It wasn't a bomb, and it didn't seem to be dangerous, though. So after a few moments, he took a step forward, stooping to pick it up. It continued its obnoxious jangling, as Jettis shot a confused look down the hallway.

He hesitated to call out, but then again he hadn't heard much about borg using jingle bells as a method of attack. And besides that, there was at least one hot on their heels, so they had no choice but to forge forwards. The footsteps following them were present, but distant. Grip tightening on the cannister again, he debated if he would be able to throw it far enough behind them to clear the blast zone if need be. "Hello?" Jettis finally called out, tossing a cautious glance behind them.

| Lt. JG Dersch/Drone 356697 | USS Discovery |

Non-Assimilated Found, Moving To Engage Targets.

Drone 356697 raised his Rifle up and moved to follow them. Then something tripped him, As the drone fell he quickly fired off a Pot shot at the group. The Shot glazed Murphys arm.

Target: Injured..

The Drone slowly got back up still slowly recovering from the fall

The unmistakable confidence with which Jettis approached her, coupled with the lingering effects of his kiss, left no doubt about his identity. This wasn't some changeling imposter. No, this was her Jettis. A flush spread across her cheeks as she glanced at the crew members who had just witnessed the personal moment.

"Uhm," she nodded in response to M'Nia's question, "Yes, we should go find it."

Rule #5""no PDA at work""made her cringe momentarily. But rules could be discarded when faced with the threat of the Borg.

Tanner's attention honed in on one of Jettis's remarks. Theresa? Why was she here? A new wave of panic surged. Trained officers could handle this terrifying situation, but for a child, it was a nightmare.

However, her questions had to wait. She absentmindedly licked the split on her lip and surveyed the various Jeffries options, "Sticking together makes sense. We just need to pick a direction and hustle. I have a medkit in my pack, but now might not be the best time to use it. Unless it's unbearable pain, I can administer a hypo for that."

[ Jeffries Tubes ~ approximately level 10? ]

[ As Murphy]

They were doing their best to keep moving, but in the relatively cramped corridors, there weren't many places to move fast, and with so many junctions and crawlspaces, it was hard to tell. However, they weren't alone here.

A bell? That was so weird. Borg didn't throw bells"¦ did they-? Murphy was confused at what was going on, but he never had a chance to finish the thought when all of a sudden,  a phaser bolt hit Murphy from behind, immediately causing him to fall forward and scream in pain.  Eyes already welling in tears, he  instinctively tried clutching his injured arm. Phaser energy seriously was hot, however, and even just touching it was enough to wince in pain.   leaving his uniform jacket smoldering,  and some serious burns and blood in its wake. Borg in the Jeffries.  Why now?  All he just wanted to be was back home  with Dennis the duck and his buddies.  But there was still a long way to go, and no guarantee of even surviving the  night, and he wasn't backing out on his promise now.  He barely could focus on Jettis when he asked if he was alright.  Shaking in a mixture of shock, pain, and terror, he nodded, all the while fighting back tears of pain. They couldn't stop now. "œI'll- I'll take the hypo, "œ  he said. They'd have to stop sometime. But they couldn't. Not now.

[Kinley Garrison]

[USS Discovery - Deck 1 - Main Bridge]
(as Ensign Ruthie Falleq-Tekin)

Ruthie stood up with phaser in hand, as the three of them stood up as one, but she hadn't moved when gas started to flood the bridge. At the same time, two new directives were sent to the Borgified crew.

Eliminate all Unassimilated

Target lock: Spacedock

Secure Discovery Bridge

Find and destroy the Titan.

As the Kinley-drone moved to retake the Discovery Bridge, and Dem-drone was moving to find and intercept the unassimilated, Ruthie-drone, aka 056239 moved to the weapons station and began typing controls into the targetting system.  Both the Borg hivemind and the existing intelligence of the science officer was being used against the wayward ship.  Another order came in, an alteration.

Sulu, Galaxy, Lemenche, Discovery, Savak.

Redirect priority of objectives.

Find and control or destroy the Titan.

The rest of the fleet will finish Spacedock.

The Discovery stopped firing on Spacedock and started predicting where the cloaked Titan was before its weapons could be used on Discovery.

[Bridge]

[As Kinley One]

The steam subsided enough as she shut down the steam pipeline, clearing the air of the bridge as the new alterations to the orders came.  Moving  the ship in response, she  pulled up schematics of the ran scans on the rogue ship: The Titan.  Somehow, it managed to  have a cloaking device and was able to break  free from formation. Unacceptable. Pulling up the scanners, She began to do a searching pattern, triangulating potential locations for the rogue ship.

[James Ramort]

[Starbase, Promenade Sector G]

With the two officer's help, Malik could finally suck in some much needed air. Had they not been there the Risan would surely be dead. With the drone's grip pried away Malik finally managed to get a phaser shot off, stunning the drone just in time as more deadly bolts came into the drone's back that were intended for Malik. During the scuffle, the remaining station security personnel quickly erected a forcefield between them and the majority of the borg-pack. There were only a few drones left on their side of the barrier as more shots were exchanged. Malik used the deceased drone's body as cover and fired again taking a couple down, hoping the others would take the rest.

Once that battle was done, the drones behind the forcefield simply stood still and watched with their cold black eyes. As if waiting for something. In a hoarse voice from nearly being strangled, Malik spoke up "We should get back to Ops and check in with the situation there..."

Leaving behind a group of bodies in Starfleet Uniforms felt wrong. Even if they had shoot at them. Even if they weren't themselves anymore, who knows if they ever can be freed from the collective again. Even if they were Borg. They had been Starfleet and they had tried to kill them. He could still feel the fingers of the Drone, haunting him like a ghost. The Fingers that had closed over his commanders neck. Another pair of hands trying to kill them. So much death....
He was spiralling again. He needed to take control of his feelings, store them away somewhere deep inside his mind, somewhere they wouldn't bother him for the forseeable future.

In one smooth motion he stood up, phaser once again ready to fire if needed. Prepared for any surprising Borg jumping from behind a corner, now that was a mental image to behold. Jumping Borg. It gave him a brief light moment, something to anchor in.

He followed the other officers back to the Ops Room, acknowledging the Lieutenants Orders:

"Yes Sir!"

As they turned back around the Corner in the Corridor leading up to Ops they saw a group of Officers firing at each other, amongst them even an Admiral. What the hell had been going on and why did it seem like that admiral was somehow losing his outer shape?

[Dem Broadshire]

NPC Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Spacedock - Ops]

The Grazerite, upon arrival at Spacedock Operations, didn't take exception to the fact that Lorut, her junior, took the vacant station - what the Bajoran woman lacked in rank she made up for with lived experience - something that the short-lived Grazerite knew was of more importance; so instead, Torra made use of her former medical training to help those injured - both in their group and those already in the Spacedock Operations room.

Torra was off in a quiet corner of the room with one such injured, her attention on her task not on the conversation of her superiors, when a shout of warning cut through her focus.   The Captain was in danger!?  A glance about showed Admiral Tuvok firing towards the trio of Command officers.    That made no sense to the Grazerite.  Did he think them Borg?!

A leap from Lorut took Captain Tekin out of harm's way but the others were not so fortunate.   While others dealt with the attacking Vulcan Admiral, Torra ran to the injured Command officers and dragged them out of the line of fire, behind a console, and then checked to see if they were still alive.  They were in a poor state but Torra did her best to stabilize them.

Hearing her name, Torra called back.  "I'm here.  I have injured that need medical attention."

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Commander Rayek tr'Lhoell
[USS Discovery-B - Deck 1  Jefferies] Stardate 78288.5  (April 16, 2401)

Under the cover of the hissing steam, Rayek had quickly popped opened a jefferies panel that, according to the ship schematic he had memorized his first week aboard, opened to the side wall of the Captain's Ready Room head.  With his phaser still on maximum output he phasered a hole through that wall - avoiding the wiring and EPS lines and piping.  The hole was just large enough for him to wriggle his way through.  Once on the other side, then he reached back through the hole to refit the jefferies panel and 'tack-weld' it into place with short bursts of his phaser.

Rayek then backed himself into the far corner of the head standing just to the side of the hole he had made, ready to deal with any attacker that tried to approach via the head door or that hole.  He strained, holding his breath, trying to listen through the wall for movement in the jefferies tube.

[Bridge |USS Discovery]

Dem briefly stumbled back when the jet of steam billowed towards him- an in built fight or flight response that sometimes even the drone can not override. Collecting himself briefly, he crawled back in fast, his knees and hands making an echoey clang every time they contacted the floor. Feeling his way through, Dem eventually made it to the side of the tube. crawling his way along with his hands outstretched, the Drone detected that the floor was unusually warmer where he had just placed his hand. In this section, the steam had somewhat dissipated, allowing Dem to see a circular cut in a nearby wall.

Intruder in ready room. Converge on target.

Dem transmitted this message to the collective and started to fire at the patched up wall.

[Rayek trLhoell]

NPC Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Spacedock - Ops]

[Main Ops - Spacedock]

His vision flashed as with a slight oomph Nevir's world spun as he was tackled by his own officer.  But the timing was more than admirable, as he was able to see the phaser shot sail over where he had just been standing.  He laid there on the ground stunned, barely registering that Vila just literally saved his life.  The Admiral wasn't so lucky, as he took a shot to the back and fell.  The Fleet Commander was also hit, but he ended up diving behind cover.

As the world began to make sense again, he could hear the action as phaser fire was exchanged.  Multiple shots.  And people were dropping as they had been caught unexpectedly.  Nevir looked across as he saw Torra dragging the limp body of the Admiral behind cover.  He hated to think that the man was dead.. but he assumed if Torra was moving him she noticed something he didn't.

"What is it?  Borg?" he shouted, pulling his weapon out. He heard multiple responses, but it was the same thing.  Tuvok had a bunch of officers with him, and he was firing into Ops.  He wasn't even trying to hide that he wasn't the real Tuvok.  As the Captain peeked over, he had to admit... there was nothing more unsettling than seeing the Vulcan give that creepy smile.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Nevir shouted, as he fired back from cover.  His response was a laugh.

"Just trying to correct a mistake Captain.  Your crew wasn't supposed to be able to get off your ship."

His voice was changing as he spoke, and when Nevir looked back up, he saw himself firing on his crew.  Finally the pieces fell into place.

"Changelings..." he muttered, as they engaged.

A giant shutter throughout the station alerted them to the fleet outside.  The Fleet Commander was shouting.  "Report!"

"Sir!  Station shields are down to 30%... we're losing shield coverage on the outer docking rings.  Phaser banks are fried, but we still have torpedoes.  There is a ship that has broken from the fleet... its the Titan. They... they can cloak?"

The station shuddered again... hard, and the officer who was reporting while in cover spoke.  "We're losing docking ring 7!"

The smell of charred flesh was a difficult one for the Grazerite to stomach but she managed it as she did her assessment of the patient, who she had laid out in the recovery position to help maintain his airway.  Stripping away the blackened uniform, Torra exposed the burn in order to assess better.  The back wound while ugly, might have just saved the patient's life.  A more concentrated shot to the softer organs around his abdomen would have certainly killed the Admiral, but as it was, the man's spine had dissipated much of the phaser's damaging heat via the backbones and ribs.  There was a chance he might make it.

This time as she worked, to stabilize the Admiral, Torra kept an ear cocked for cues that she might need to vacate her and her patient from their dubious cover.  She had with her only the emergency medkit that she'd retrieved from the Operations room, and it's supplies were running low due to her earlier ministrations; but that was a concern for later.  At the moment, she would use what she could to try and save the Admiral's life.

The man was unconscious presently, which was a blessing for him since he needn't feel the pain of his wound, yet a detriment to her should she need to flee quickly.  She began treatment with a hypospray shot of coagulant to aid in the sealing of the phaser burn.  Then a shot of analgesic followed for the pain before she attempted to give the Admiral a stimulant to 'wake' him, since from the sounds of the weapons fire, there was more than just the one opponent.

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Commander Rayek tr'Lhoell
[USS Discovery-B - Deck 1 - Ready Room Head >> Ready Room] Stardate 78288.5  (April 16, 2401)

[Bridge |USS Discovery]

Dem briefly stumbled back when the jet of steam billowed towards him- an in built fight or flight response that sometimes even the drone can not override. Collecting himself briefly, he crawled back in fast, his knees and hands making an echoey clang every time they contacted the floor. Feeling his way through, Dem eventually made it to the side of the tube. crawling his way along with his hands outstretched, the Drone detected that the floor was unusually warmer where he had just placed his hand. In this section, the steam had somewhat dissipated, allowing Dem to see a circular cut in a nearby wall.

Intruder in ready room. Converge on target.

Dem transmitted this message to the collective and started to fire at the patched up wall.

Rayek, in the confines of the ready room head, heard and saw the phaser beam beginning to cut through the wall.  Fvadt! His ruse hadn't worked.  And of course, what one Borg knew they all did, which meant he was likely going to get additional visitors from the Bridge as well.

He had only a couple seconds to act before that beam would melt through the panel.  Rayek dove towards the exit, the head doors automatically opening.  As he slid into the Ready Room, the Romulan rolled on his back.  His eyes and phaser swept the room for any Borg but at the moment it seemed vacant.  Two well-aimed shots took out the automated door mechanism on both the head and the main doors.. that should buy him a few more moments. Rayek then rose to his feet, looking over the room for anything of use.  He needed to plan his next move. 

[J.B Dersch]

[ Jeffries Tubes ~ approximately level 10? ]

[ As Murphy]

They were doing their best to keep moving, but in the relatively cramped corridors, there weren't many places to move fast, and with so many junctions and crawlspaces, it was hard to tell. However, they weren't alone here.

A bell? That was so weird. Borg didn't throw bells"¦ did they-? Murphy was confused at what was going on, but he never had a chance to finish the thought when all of a sudden,  a phaser bolt hit Murphy from behind, immediately causing him to fall forward and scream in pain.  Eyes already welling in tears, he  instinctively tried clutching his injured arm. Phaser energy seriously was hot, however, and even just touching it was enough to wince in pain.   leaving his uniform jacket smoldering,  and some serious burns and blood in its wake. Borg in the Jeffries.  Why now?  All he just wanted to be was back home  with Dennis the duck and his buddies.  But there was still a long way to go, and no guarantee of even surviving the  night, and he wasn't backing out on his promise now.  He barely could focus on Jettis when he asked if he was alright.  Shaking in a mixture of shock, pain, and terror, he nodded, all the while fighting back tears of pain. They couldn't stop now. "œI'll- I'll take the hypo, "œ  he said. They'd have to stop sometime. But they couldn't. Not now.

| Lt. JG Dersch/Drone 356697 | USS Discovery |

After getting up, He had seen the Unassimilated leave their wounded. This caught 356697 off gaurd.

Target: Left behind....
This time was enough for JB mental memory to flood the Drones vision, But it also caused a, Not a blackout, But A Memory Burst from all the drones throughout disco, It did reach the bridge as well. After the drone regained control it looked down at the Injured Officer. It then smiled. And it a Horrify voice it said.

You ready to meet your Maker? His intent was to draw more emotions from the Human

[Zavrol Gohun]

"No kidding! I am open to suggestions! We need to get off the ship! I don't know how they did this but I do not want to be assimilated or worse, killed by a friend! I think there is an escape pod left in engineering if we can get to it! Pretty sure that's where Tanner was heading. Unfortunately we may have to shoot our friends and crewmates to get there. I don't like it but we need to survive." she took a breath. This was bringing back memories of the terok mission when she was on Challenger. She would do whatever she had to do. She may not like it but she would do it. She was a starfleet officer and she wouldn't let the borg win. Not on her watch. "Tanner, shall we go find that escape pod?"

The EMH looked over. As he sat in the Jeffries tube one could hear a pin drop.
"I have figured out the method of assimilation. It is entirely organic and involves the brain abnormality. I have no idea how it got there but I think I know how to suppress it. If we were to introduce THC into the environment it may suppress the area the Borg is using."
Gohun liked the plan. He was going to get the entire crew stoned.
EMH "It should be noted that the Borged crew do not have the technology to assimilate or personal shields. Meaning a high stun setting should work."
Gohun nodded "We should head to environmental controls with caution. The Borg are shooting to kill."

[Lorut Vila]

Spacedock
Ops Corridor

Vila began to help Torra move bodies. She had learned, many years ago, to not let the dead affect her. \

I'm here.  I have injured that need medical attention.

"We'll get someone as soon as we can," Vila said. She tapped her COMMS badge. =/\=This is Ensign Lorut Vila. I am in the landing docks. We need medical.

A male voice replied. =/\=We can be there when we can, ma'am. We have casualties everywhere. Are you trained in life saving procedures?

She looked at Torra. "Are you?" Vila sighed. The other woman had already began to work. Very nice. =/\=We got it.

"I'm going to see if I can fight my way down the hall. Here," she said, laying the second rifle next to Torra. "Keep yourself alive." With that, the Bajoran was on her feet, firing at the Changeling-led Borgs, towards a medic she'd spotted. "Sir?" She called out, to whomever might answer. "Orders?"

She watched as the Borg she'd targeted fell. One down, a billion more to go. She was WAYYYYY too old for this.

"Medic!! OVER HERE" She waved a moment, but resumed her firing quickly, covering the young man as he ran to assist Torra as Vila managed to get a console on.

A bit later, she was able to get a singular system to hold-the base-wide door-locking mechanism. For now, it would keep them contained until she could figure out something. Or someone could help her out, or whatever.

A deep sigh left her body.

"Thank you, Torra. DO you need help? We're as held as we can be for now. I have a bit of medic training from my time in the Militia. Maybe YOU can figure something out. All my ideas...aren't working." The Bajoran took a spot next to a young yellow shirt that was still breathing-barely. Silently, she administered CPR and chest compressions, the voice of the Vedek who'd trained her in her ear as she counted. *1. 2. 3. 4. Check airway. 5. 6. 7. 8. Don't panic, Lorut...*

[M'Nia]

The EMH looked over. As he sat in the Jeffries tube one could hear a pin drop.
"I have figured out the method of assimilation. It is entirely organic and involves the brain abnormality. I have no idea how it got there but I think I know how to suppress it. If we were to introduce THC into the environment it may suppress the area the Borg is using."
Gohun liked the plan. He was going to get the entire crew stoned.
EMH "It should be noted that the Borged crew do not have the technology to assimilate or personal shields. Meaning a high stun setting should work."
Gohun nodded "We should head to environmental controls with caution. The Borg are shooting to kill."

"Doc, that's the best news I've heard all day! That means we can save the assimilated crew members. Unfortunately, it's too late for the ones killed by the assimilated. We can't think about that now. I can guide you to the environmental controls but like Gohun said, they're shooting to kill. May I also point out I am unarmed. Gohun, how about you?" M'nia said. Her eyes scanned the group. "Doc, one question, how come we weren't assimilated?'

[Novi]

Doctor Betaika

[Operations Centre | Spacedock]

Betaika observed how nervous the young officer was. If she were a Romulan medical officer, she would have had no problem putting herself in the firing line, as the good of the many always outnumbered the good of the few. He had to remind himself that Starfleet was an institution designed to protect and explore, not for the senseless violence that he had become used to. Betaika offered a warm smile, a gift he bestowed on very few. "œWell, it's a pleasure to be finally introduced. Remain strong. We will be out of this unfortunate situation soon." Betaika paused to take in another breath. A phaser bolt sliced the air right next to the Doctor, interrupting his train of thought, sending him diving left, while the beam sliced into the door of the operations centre behind them. Taking a brief glance towards their enforcements, they were blatantly outnumbered. Betaika aimed his phaser and fired once again. So much for a break.

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Misha, was in even worse condition than the Romulan, being older... comparatively; and he tiredly gave a nod at the young officer's greeting.  "And I em, Lieutenant Sluchaynyy." His Russian accent very thick as he spoke.

He was too old for all this running.

[Operations Centre | Spacedock]

All Novi could do was nod at the two doctors as she quickly moved out of the way of the phaser and took a breathe as the door was cut through. "This is it" She thought to herself. Her group was very outnumbered. Most of the people gathered weren't even soldiers. Her phaser only had half its charge left. So much use she got out of it. There had to be something that could be done. If only she could think of it.

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The shooting was intense and Novi immediately found the futility of firing back. There were still people who knew how to fight. She may as well make sure they were able to keep her alive. Holstering her phaser she collected herself and taking a deep breathe quickly ran across the cross-fire in order to quickly drag and bleeding Lieutenant to cover. Giving him a few painkillers and coagulent she found a sharp piece of rubble and ripped off a bit of her uniform to bind the wound and stop the bleeding for the coagulent to work. Lightly slapping his face and running a quick scan she found him stable and handing him her phaser. It would better in his hands then hers. He seemed to agree as he smiled and nodded thanks before returning fire from cover.

Novi had to duck again to avoid a phaser blast right at her head. If that landed she would've been vaporized right then and there. Yet taking deep breathes she quickly ran behind all the ops consoles to another Security officer but it seems she was too late unfortunately. Giving a quick apology she closed his eyes, took his phaser and scanned the room once more.

NPC Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Spacedock - Ops]

The smell of charred flesh was a difficult one for the Grazerite to stomach but she managed it as she did her assessment of the patient, who she had laid out in the recovery position to help maintain his airway.  Stripping away the blackened uniform, Torra exposed the burn in order to assess better.  The back wound while ugly, might have just saved the patient's life.  A more concentrated shot to the softer organs around his abdomen would have certainly killed the Admiral, but as it was, the man's spine had dissipated much of the phaser's damaging heat via the backbones and ribs.  There was a chance he might make it.

This time as she worked, to stabilize the Admiral, Torra kept an ear cocked for cues that she might need to vacate her and her patient from their dubious cover.  She had with her only the emergency medkit that she'd retrieved from the Operations room, and it's supplies were running low due to her earlier ministrations; but that was a concern for later.  At the moment, she would use what she could to try and save the Admiral's life.

The man was unconscious presently, which was a blessing for him since he needn't feel the pain of his wound, yet a detriment to her should she need to flee quickly.  She began treatment with a hypospray shot of coagulant to aid in the sealing of the phaser burn.  Then a shot of analgesic followed for the pain before she attempted to give the Admiral a stimulant to 'wake' him, since from the sounds of the weapons fire, there was more than just the one opponent.

Novi ran over the Grazerite, she recognized her from the Discovery as Lieutenant Torra(She made sure to become familiar with all the medical profiles) and watched her work, it wasn't bad. The basic triage you learn at the academy but when she to give him a stimulant she quickly stopped her hand. "Sorry but you don't want to wake him up just yet without a scan." she gently let go of her. Realizing what she did but wasted no time in pulling out her tricorder and scanned the Admiral. It technically wasn't bad but Novi personally wanted to make sure if they woke him up the sudden blood flow wouldn't send him into shock again and do more harm.

Luckily phasers at times can self-coagulize many wounds from the heat and the Admiral would consider himself lucky to have a moment like that. Waking up definitely wouldn't be fun and under different circumstances Novi would let him wake up naturally but considering the circumstances she gestured to allow Torra to administer the stimulant. From the color she recognized it as Cordrazine. Very standard stuff but not much left unfortunately. She smiled at Torra though, "Sorry. You are very good at this. I am glad you were here to help him."

Spacedock
Ops Corridor

Vila began to help Torra move bodies. She had learned, many years ago, to not let the dead affect her. \

"We'll get someone as soon as we can," Vila said. She tapped her COMMS badge. =/\=This is Ensign Lorut Vila. I am in the landing docks. We need medical.

A male voice replied. =/\=We can be there when we can, ma'am. We have casualties everywhere. Are you trained in life saving procedures?

She looked at Torra. "Are you?" Vila sighed. The other woman had already began to work. Very nice. =/\=We got it.

"I'm going to see if I can fight my way down the hall. Here," she said, laying the second rifle next to Torra. "Keep yourself alive." With that, the Bajoran was on her feet, firing at the Changeling-led Borgs, towards a medic she'd spotted. "Sir?" She called out, to whomever might answer. "Orders?"

She watched as the Borg she'd targeted fell. One down, a billion more to go. She was WAYYYYY too old for this.

"Medic!! OVER HERE" She waved a moment, but resumed her firing quickly, covering the young man as he ran to assist Torra as Vila managed to get a console on.

A bit later, she was able to get a singular system to hold-the base-wide door-locking mechanism. For now, it would keep them contained until she could figure out something. Or someone could help her out, or whatever.

A deep sigh left her body.

"Thank you, Torra. DO you need help? We're as held as we can be for now. I have a bit of medic training from my time in the Militia. Maybe YOU can figure something out. All my ideas...aren't working." The Bajoran took a spot next to a young yellow shirt that was still breathing-barely. Silently, she administered CPR and chest compressions, the voice of the Vedek who'd trained her in her ear as she counted. *1. 2. 3. 4. Check airway. 5. 6. 7. 8. Don't panic, Lorut...*

Novi quickly turned around. The Bajoran Woman...Discovery again, Lorut Vila. Doing CPR on an injured officer. She took the two steps to her position, still having to duck to avoid the phaser fire. Yelling to be heard she looked at Vila, "PLEASE!" she quickly put up her hands in a "stop" signal, "If he is still breathing it is not recommended to do CPR!" she pulled out her tricorder again while injecting the last remaining bit of her Terakine in him but as she was scanning his vitals flatlined. Quickly injecting a dose of Adrenaline did not help though. Maybe if they could quickly get him to a sickbay they could resusitate but not with the couple emergency medkits she and the remaining medics had on them.

Grabbing the mans phaser she just looked at Lorut, "It's not your fault. It was bound to happen." the tone of her voice made her worried she felt nothing at his passing but quickly shook her head as she reloaded her hyperspray with Cordrazine. She was already out of coagulent and the painkillers were all she had left. She then handed Lorut her two phasers she had collected. She looked like she knew what to do with them.

[Rayek trLhoell]

NPC Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Spacedock - Ops]

Spacedock
Ops Corridor

Vila began to help Torra move bodies. She had learned, many years ago, to not let the dead affect her. \

"We'll get someone as soon as we can," Vila said. She tapped her COMMS badge. This is Ensign Lorut Vila. I am in the landing docks. We need medical.

A male voice replied. =/\=We can be there when we can, ma'am. We have casualties everywhere. Are you trained in life saving procedures?

She looked at Torra. "Are you?" Vila sighed. The other woman had already began to work. Very nice. We got it..

"I'm going to see if I can fight my way down the hall. Here," she said, laying the second rifle next to Torra. "Keep yourself alive." With that, the Bajoran was on her feet, firing at the Changeling-led Borgs, towards a medic she'd spotted. "Sir?" She called out, to whomever might answer. "Orders?"

She watched as the Borg she'd targeted fell. One down, a billion more to go. She was WAYYYYY too old for this.

"Medic!! OVER HERE" She waved a moment, but resumed her firing quickly, covering the young woman as she ran to assist Torra as Vila managed to get a console on.

Torra didn't have time for conversation but she did acknowledge the help Vila provided with a soft nod as she heard her fellow Ops officer call for a medic in a much louder voice than Torra had used.  Though she had no time to examine the weapon that Lorut left beside her,  the trained security crewman of her past appreciated the gesture.  It would likely come in handy, unfortunately.

[Operations Centre | Spacedock]

Novi ran over the Grazerite, she recognized her from the Discovery as Lieutenant Addams (She made sure to become familiar with all the medical profiles) and watched her work, it wasn't bad. The basic triage you learn at the academy but when she to give him a stimulant she quickly stopped her hand. "Sorry but you don't want to wake him up just yet without a scan." she gently let go of her. Realizing what she did but wasted no time in pulling out her tricorder and scanned the Admiral. It technically wasn't bad but Novi personally wanted to make sure if they woke him up the sudden blood flow wouldn't send him into shock again and do more harm.

Luckily phasers at times can self-coagulize many wounds from the heat and the Admiral would consider himself lucky to have a moment like that. Waking up definitely wouldn't be fun and under different circumstances Novi would let him wake up naturally but considering the circumstances she gestured to allow Torra to administer the stimulant. From the color she recognized it as Cordrazine. Very standard stuff but not much left unfortunately. She smiled at Torra though, "Sorry. You are very good at this. I am glad you were here to help him."

Torra paused at the interference, looking up to see an actual medical personnel. She sighed slightly in relief.  Her kit hadn't had a medical scanner.  She leaned away, giving the ensign access to the Admiral with the scanner.  Then at the go-ahead, administered the stimulant.  While she waited for the medications affect to become apparent, she flushed behind her soft-furred face at the medical officer's praise.   She dipped her horned head slightly in thanks, then turned her attention to the Admiral who should be waking soon.

A bit later, she was able to get a singular system to hold-the base-wide door-locking mechanism. For now, it would keep them contained until she could figure out something. Or someone could help her out, or whatever.

A deep sigh left her body.

"Thank you, Torra. DO you need help? We're as held as we can be for now. I have a bit of medic training from my time in the Militia. Maybe YOU can figure something out. All my ideas...aren't working." The Bajoran took a spot next to a young yellow shirt that was still breathing-barely. Silently, she administered CPR and chest compressions, the voice of the Vedek who'd trained her in her ear as she counted. *1. 2. 3. 4. Check airway. 5. 6. 7. 8. Don't panic, Lorut...*

For a moment, there seemed a lull in the fighting, and Torra looked to the Bajoran who was asking if she needed help.  Misunderstanding the question at first, Torra shook her head and replied softly. "I'm fine."  only to realized at Lorut's mention of her medic training, that the woman had been offering to help with the patients.  Torra nodded.  "Thank you."

Novi quickly turned around. The Bajoran Woman...Discovery again, Lorut Vila. Doing CPR on an injured officer. She took the two steps to her position, still having to duck to avoid the phaser fire. Yelling to be heard she looked at Vila, "PLEASE!" she quickly put up her hands in a "stop" signal, "If he is still breathing it is not recommended to do CPR!" she pulled out her tricorder again while injecting the last remaining bit of her Terakine in him but as she was scanning his vitals flatlined. Quickly injecting a dose of Adrenaline did not help though. Maybe if they could quickly get him to a sickbay they could resuscitate but not with the couple emergency medkits she and the remaining medics had on them.

Grabbing the mans phaser she just looked at Lorut, "It's not your fault. It was bound to happen." the tone of her voice made her worried she felt nothing at his passing but quickly shook her head as she reloaded her hyperspray with Cordrazine. She was already out of coagulent and the painkillers were all she had left. She then handed Lorut her two phasers she had collected. She looked like she knew what to do with them.

Seeing Vila's attempt to save another with CPR come to naught even with the medics help, had Torra lowering her head slightly.   It was then that she heard the Admiral groan. He was waking!

[Tekin Nevir]

[Sol Station/Spacedock - Main Ops]

A firefight inside the large operations center of the largest space station in Starfleet was certainly not ideal, especially since ops was currently the only way any of the survivors had any clue what was going on with the fleet outside.  Nevir was still firing out of cover, acting more like his parents did so many decades ago, fighting for their lives in close combat with Cardassians.

"We need to secure Ops!" Nevir shouted, mostly to the surviving high-ranking member of the brass. The Bajoran took the moment to glance over at his crew surrounding the Admiral.  It looked like he was lucky, and he could barely see the signs of breathing.

"He took your form... but that means he can't countermand my orders." the Fleet Commander stated, grabbing a PADD off the desk and quickly marking Captain Tuvok as compromised... locking out his authorization codes.

"Computer!  Secure Operations.  Isolate all Borg and Changeling lifesigns!  Everyone!  Get inside before the doors are locked!"

It didn't take long for the doors to Operations to be shut and locked down.  Turbolifts were sent away from Ops and forcefields were thrown up in the halls outside. That meant there was a limited number of attackers, and the survivors had a chance of winning this firefight.  Just as the Commander predicted, the changeling gave up Nevir's visage for Tuvok's and tried to use his code to remove lockdown, but his codes were rejected.  He tried shifting into the Fleet Commander and the Admiral, but without their authorization codes, the voiceprint was useless.  The Changeling was trapped with them.  Worst still, the being wasn't registering on sensors as a Changeling either.  The computer was only reading an anomalous humanoid.  This one was able to replicate beings down to their cellular structure, fooling sensors.

Finally, the Borged crewmen were stunned, leaving just the Tuvok changeling.  One that had severely pissed off Nevir.  He dropped the Starfleet phase pistol and looked over at Vila while reaching behind him.

"Lorut!  Militia!" he shouted, hoping she would understand what he meant as he pulled out a Bajoran phaser.  This one was more lethal in his opinion.  "Let's take him down!"

Nevir stood up and out of cover, firing at the Changeling as he advanced toward his enemy.  Tuvok had the weapon shot out of his hand and stood there for a moment, absorbing the blasts from the non-Starfleet weapon.  But those shots began to add up and finally Tuvok went down.

Nevir didn't stop.  He stood over the fallen changeling, firing into the body until the shapeshifter was sufficiently full of scorched holes.

With the firing now over, the survivors got up, rushing to recheck the station systems and divert whatever power was needed.  Unfortunately, it wasn't fast enough.  Nor was there any power left to transfer.  Within a short time following the first docking ring to be destroyed, the shields were in the single digits.

"Mayday, mayday! Shields are down!"

The Lieutenant at the comm station wasn't able to say much more than that as the entire station shuddered and moved.  Shields failed and the station was pelted with phasers and torpedoes, tearing it apart.  From the outside the shape of the station was covered by explosions.  Thanks to the mass of the ship, however, the survivors in the Ops center at least were alive... for the time being.  But they were dodging structural collapse and exploding consoles. The grav plates failed, pulling the objects on the station towards the Earth, which meant as the station drifted backwards, they were thrown against the wall.

"I... I don't believe it.  We need to get off this station!" Nevir shouted, as he tried to get his bearings.  But the fact that the lights were now out, and only the transparent aluminum was bringing in light from phasers and the reflection of earth, told them that the doors were probably not going to open on their own.

[USS Discovery - Deck 1 - Main Bridge]
(As Ensign Ruthie Tekin-Falleq/ Drone 056239)

"Calculating.  Calculating.  There. Fire." stated Drone 056239, as she fired phasers and torpedos at the Titan, able to lead it before the ship vanished again.  They received a signal from the Borg on the Titan. The ship had a cloak.  Drones were enroute to eliminate it.  The Discovery shuddered as it was hit by a stray weapon from the station.  It looked like they were the next ship targeted by the station.  It did not matter, however.  Even if Discovery was eliminated, Spacedock was close to falling. Once it went, the planetary shields would fall.

"Retargetting Spacedock." stated Drone 056239, as the Starfleet battleship fired again, this time on Spacedock.  It didn't take long.  Spacedock lit up as the shots penetrated the shields and the hull , obscuring it in light and explosive decompression.

"Spacedock eliminated.  Cloak device found.  Cloak eliminated.  Neutralize Titan."  Discovery retargeted and fired on the last obstacle between them and Earth.  Titan didn't last long.  Its systems were down almost immediately due to the limitations of the Klingon species cloaking device.

"Titan neutralized.  All defenses eliminated.  Awaiting new directives."

[Tanner Lachlyn]

At Murphy's urging, Tanner swiftly dropped to her knee, unfastening her pack. She opened the med kit, originally intending to administer a hypo for Murphy's pain. However, the sudden appearance of the Borg forced a change of plans. Tanner grabbed the second hypo from the pack, keeping a vigilant eye on the Borg, which was now glaring at Murphy.

Oddly enough, as Tanner observed, the Borg seemed to lag slightly, appearing distracted rather than immediately hostile. "Hey!" she yelled, hoping to divert its attention, before sprinting towards it. Tanner aimed low, planning to tackle its abdomen, with her shield active to deflect any potential attacks. The impact of her body against the Borg made her wince, her bruised ribs protesting as they both crashed to the floor.

It wasn't until she was face to face with the Borg that she recognized it as Dersch.

She hesitated. He had recently become a father. Nevertheless, she couldn't afford to hold back, knowing he wouldn't hesitate to harm her. "Damn it," Tanner growled. Despite losing his weapon, Dersch remained a threat. They briefly scuffled on the floor before Tanner managed to inject the hypo into his neck.

She considered reaching for her phaser but refrained. If there was a chance to save the crew, Dersch deserved the opportunity to be reunited with his daughter.

"Leave him," She said to the others, "Let's go."

Focusing on Murphy they administered the pain meds, relieving some of the pain. The dermal regenerator would take time, a thing they didn't have. Once they had reached a form of safety, they could repair his arm.

[James Ramort]

[Sol Station | Corridor in front of the OPS Center]

While still on their way to the Doors separating them from the Stations, Nexus the entire Corridor was suddenly rocked by explosions of fires erupting from behind panels. Melting Plastics and burning carpets in the process. The distinct smell of plasma leaking from conduits that were no longer protected by adequate Structural Integrity fields was beginning to feel the air and leaving a burning sensation in all mucous membrane it came in contact with. The already dim lighting began to flicker even worse and the Station's Computer began to announce over all available Speakers:

"All Shielding failing. Structural Integrity critical! Evacuate affected areas immediatly."

It was an automated system, meant to inform the civilian personal on the Station in case of critical failures. In the present situation, Ramort doubted the evacuation to the inner sections of the Station would offer them much respite.

Finally arriving at the door they found it locked and slightly bent sitting in its frame. If thanks to inner force trying to open it by if moved by some damage to the Stations Superstructure was unclear. Behind it though, they could hear voices. Potentially their crewmates. He quickly put away his phaser and began to throw his weight against one side of the door, leaving the other half of the door for hopefully one of the other Officers of their group to open it.

"I need some help here."

[J.B Dersch]

At Murphy's urging, Tanner swiftly dropped to her knee, unfastening her pack. She opened the med kit, originally intending to administer a hypo for Murphy's pain. However, the sudden appearance of the Borg forced a change of plans. Tanner grabbed the second hypo from the pack, keeping a vigilant eye on the Borg, which was now glaring at Murphy.

Oddly enough, as Tanner observed, the Borg seemed to lag slightly, appearing distracted rather than immediately hostile. "Hey!" she yelled, hoping to divert its attention, before sprinting towards it. Tanner aimed low, planning to tackle its abdomen, with her shield active to deflect any potential attacks. The impact of her body against the Borg made her wince, her bruised ribs protesting as they both crashed to the floor.

It wasn't until she was face to face with the Borg that she recognized it as Dersch.

She hesitated. He had recently become a father. Nevertheless, she couldn't afford to hold back, knowing he wouldn't hesitate to harm her. "Damn it," Tanner growled. Despite losing his weapon, Dersch remained a threat. They briefly scuffled on the floor before Tanner managed to inject the hypo into his neck.

She considered reaching for her phaser but refrained. If there was a chance to save the crew, Dersch deserved the opportunity to be reunited with his daughter.

"Leave him," She said to the others, "Let's go."

Focusing on Murphy they administered the pain meds, relieving some of the pain. The dermal regenerator would take time, a thing they didn't have. Once they had reached a form of safety, they could repair his arm.

| Lt. JG Dersch/Drone 356697 | USS Discovery |

356697 heard a shout, Then something plowed into him head on. Knocking the Weapon out of his hands. The force of the landing, Broke the shoulder of the Drone. As the Nanties quickly went to repair that hand, the Other attempted to Get to the rifle that was only a few feet away. But then a Sharp jab then.

Warning: Paralyzing Serum Injected... Soon the limbs all went limp. And Drone 346697 looked to its attacker...She looked familiar...It was someone This Drone knew before The Hive took him. The Drone sensed she wanted to reach for the weapon at her side...But she didn't. This confused the Drone. Why would she not kill him? What was stopping her from taking out  a enemy that once heals, will just get back up and track them down and try to kill them once more...Humans Are Full of Surprises....Just Like Picard....Then as the Drone healed. It went through its Memories...And Also watched through the hive, The Progress of the Taking Out Of Earth Defenses.