Posted by Mar. Captain Erve Manhattan (RTF Commander) in MPT-ST: Unforeseen Breach - Deck 14 and 13 (Open to everyone)

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in MPT-ST: Unforeseen Breach - Deck 14 and 13 (Open to everyone)

Posted by Ensign Tellek Bog (Engineer) in MPT-ST: Unforeseen Breach - Deck 14 and 13 (Open to everyone)

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Casela moved over to the injured crewman. “Fenrir get back in the tube, hurry.” She slung her pack off and inside was an emergency med kit. She pulled out a biostasis unit and placed it over the man’s chest, putting him into stasis. “Niven, help me move him to the tube.” Niven hurried over and together they lifted him to the tube and placed him on a gurney attached to Fenrir. “Fenrir, get him back to deck 15 and the captain, and then hurry back.” =^=Synthi-er to Cobb. Cpt. we have an injures crewman. Somehow he’s still alive. I’ve placed him in biostasis. Be prepared, the sight is disturbing. Hopefully Fey can help him.=^=. Niven hurried back to help Lihew and Casela rejoined Manhattan. Fenrir would arrive back on deck with them 5 minutes later.

=^=Understood=^= came Zachariah’s measured reply as he battled to maintain his own calm.

Casela looked around as they moved quietly. She turned slowly to watch behind them. She felt like she was being watched, which of course she was. She shined her flashlight down the corridor behind them, up at the ceiling and along the floor. “He’s too quiet.”
Lt. Synthi-er, KAI9 Handler

With a heavy sigh, the captain continued to stare at his terminal, several small blips on the digital map indicating the current position of each active RTF agent. The question screaming into all ears right now, however, was, where was Dave?
Tapping his commbadge, Cobb contacted his Yeoman. =^=Crewman Kindle, you are required for an emergency RTF task. Please meet me on deck 13, in the main containment control bay, immediately.=^=

His second call was to the sickbay. =^=Doctor Kastil, we have incoming casualties. Several of them. Critical. Be ready.=^=

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

=^= Would you like us to install a hot tub in your quarters wile we are at it?!=^= came the unmistakable response from Ensin Bog
Crewman Bog…

=^=No need. Just turf the bloody RTF out of the one I’ve already got!=^= the captain shot back, not caring in that moment if Manhattan or Synthi-er could still hear him from their positions in the jefferies tubes. But then Bog would hear a heavy sigh and, in a softer voice came =^=Just be careful. Both of you.=^=
Why, if the Tellarite didn’t know any better, he could have been mistaken for believing that the captain actually cared!

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Erve ignored totally Bog communication “I mean…” he looked the team “Later?” Shrugging, Erve returned serious with bloody hands and the bit of light they got. He felt nauseous but as Casela had noted, Dave was too silent =/\= Mr. Cobb. We’ll be careful, but perhaps let’s limit comms to important stuff… if you see movement scream at us. Actually Dave is not making it easy to localize his position…=/\=
A strafe to the right, then to the left. Erve looked around once again as the Squadron was settled in. It was kinda creepy to stay there in silence with the sole engine rumble and space debris hitting the hull.
=/\= Make it around to Starbase…=/\= said then Manhattan to Cobb =/\= Quick!=/\=

Manhattan stood up and started walking. Then calling his squadron lead he had instructed Casela to equip the Hawking’s Waves Generator Gun to prepare to counteract the monster. In that sterile and cold deck, Manhattan felt like a sixth sense. The whole group walked a while and the disaster scale was much more evident - Corpses everywhere, blood scatters and stains all over the walls. It was not so pleasant as walking on a hill.

Casela touched the butt of the gun that was holstered to the small of her back. She slowed and allowed the noises of the team moving about to become part of the background noise so she could pick up any sound from Dave, movement, breathing, grumbling, a small swish of air as he moves about. Anything.

But as they got closer to Administration, in damage control, Erve saw what was wrong in a mist-filled and metal smelling like room“Holy cow.”He scratched his head tapping the floor surprised. A dozen if not many more were all fused in one big entity. It seemed another Dave forming up in that pile of corpses that were liquifying in a darkish red and brown blob. Some were still alive shouting for help in a inhumane way “HEeLp!!! aHHh!!…” distortion, pain, tears. All built up to make the agony shared among the Squadron.
“Poor souls. This makes this breach even worser than I thought. What do you think…” he paused “Lieutenant?” He gulped suffering for the blobbing bodies.

Casela pushed the horror aside. “I think Cpt. there is only one thing to do for them. And you won’t like it.” They didn’t deserve to suffer like that.

The mass was alive, the corpses were dying slowly. The smell of putrefaction punctured their noses and the organs were all out on the floor. A sudden dry hit gathered the attention behind “Oh sh-” indicating a vent, Erve made sign to rush immediately and hide there inside. Some wouldn’t fit and perhaps they had to find another place. Manhattan was one of them and saw protection behind a couple of barrels and heavy equipment. From the door there was Dave.

Caseal dove over the blob and into the administrative office, Lihew and Niven ducked behind a nearby bulkhead. Irida and Uj’aw slid back into the jefferies tube they had just emerged out of. Trainor…he was caught out, but Dave was paying no attention to him. Casela wished Manhattan had given Trainor the Hawking’s Waves Generator Gun. He was a much better shot. From her cover in the office, Casela had no good shot to take Dave. She carefully and silently pulled the gun out ready to take whatever shot she might get.

Caught unprepared the Squadron could not do much, but the massive size of Dave was witness of the many bodies he annihilated and transformed into his own body. He was carrying a poor woman in his sort-like jaws, still alive, fighting for her freedom. Erve still remembers those eyes seeking help. Maybe she saw Erve’s hair and curious eyes but nothing could be done…

Crack did her spine accompanied by a brief and deadly scream. The arms of Ensign Lara, this was her name, dropped suddenly inanimate and blood and her interior fell on the floor splashing everywhere liquid. The cut corpse was thrown at the blob and meshed with the many others that already formed that horrible creature. Some seconds later, as Dave left the room with no compassion, Erve was evidently shocked and walked out of cover with the gun in hand “G-Guys… Come on…” he inspected the growing size of that ‘thing’ “I- we must immediately stop this carnage.”

M. Capt. Erve Manhattan - RCO

Casela stepped out of the office and around the blob. She tossed the Hawking’s Waves Generator Gun to Manhattan. “Go find Dave. I’ll be behind you in a moment,” she said softly to Manhattan and urged him towards the rest of the team. Manhattan was a kind soul. And he wasn’t prepared for the gruesome task that needed to be done.
She stepped back into the office, with the blob and sealed the door. She palmed the AARM communicator, =^=Fenrir we need you back up here, Now. And you need your wave generators on. We need them.=^= The comm went straight to the KAI9 but the open comm allowed the rest to hear it. She switched her comm to a direct link to Cobb. =^=Zachariah…it is so much worse than you can imagine. When this is over, I want lots of whisky and no one to say anything about me being drunk.” Then quoting him, “we are uniquely formed to operate within this hellish environment. if not us, then who?=^= She closed the private comm and opened the open one again. From her pack she pulled out a phaser, set it and then looking at each of the officers trapped, near death, and took from them their final thoughts of family and loved ones. “I’m sorry.” =^=computer record time of death for the following: En Lara Gilbert. Lt Relik Chuder. Chief Adam Jones. En Lorick Vaughn, Cmdr Willis Ton, Petty Officer Sarah Joananic, En Dalloric Fields, Lt. Zennier Fennic, Petty Officer Michael Lee, En Sam Watkins, Lt. Cmdr Audrey Bellous, Cmdr Henovousah Tenafic.=^= After each name is the sound of phaser fire. =^=May they find peace where they did not here.=^= Caselas comm goes quiet.

The blob is still pulsing and would have to be burned. She moves over to the weapons locker in the administrative office and pulls out a flame thrower of sorts. With quick work she straps it on and dials the setting, and then engulfs the blob in a conflagration worthy of Hell. The flames burn and rage for long minutes, sucking the oxygen from the room, turning it into something much more terrifying than a sauna. With the flames finally, after long minutes, out, Casela opens the door and steps into the corridor. The darkness, after the bright flames, blinds her momentarily. She crouches low against the bulkhead while her eyes adjust again and then she moves off towards Manhattan and the rest. She approaches low and from the left. “The blob is dead Cpt. I’m of the opinion that Dave deserves the same. I have no desire to curb that impulse, so if you want him ‘saved’ you better do it, because I won’t be so merciful.”
Lt. Synthi-er, KAI9 Handler