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MPT-"Six Hours From Evil"- the other Leviathan Shuttlebay

Posted Jan. 18, 2021, 12:22 p.m. by Lieutenant William Hampton (Chief Engineering Officer) (Samuel Stroud)

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in MPT-“Six Hours From Evil”- the other Leviathan Shuttlebay

Posted by Commander Ryder Raauhl (Executive Officer) in MPT-“Six Hours From Evil”- the other Leviathan Shuttlebay

Posted by Crewman Jonathan Durheim (Engineer) in MPT-“Six Hours From Evil”- the other Leviathan Shuttlebay
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“I doubt that, I was onboard the Leviathan and I’ll sure as hell be on it after him. We’re not splitting up” He said a little sharply, so perhaps he was being a little protective and selfish over Casela but could you blame him? He’d seriously have to get a grip if they were to go on future away missions. “Sorry, I’m just a little..m on edge. All my life times and this s the scariest”

-LtCmdr Raauhl, XO

Casela glanced at him briefly. Really? Right now? This was going to happen right now? She got it, she did, Hampton had attacked her in a way no one could stop or even see. But right now? She took a deep breath realizing he was right. Ryder didn’t live in these high stakes situations day in and out. She turned to him and nodded, “It’s natur....al…” behind Ryder, was William Hampton, with a phaser. “Hampton,” she said by way of greeting. She wasn’t willing to use a phaser, if she had one, and Ryder was between her and Hampton and so a throwing knife was not an answer either, and she was too far away to simply physically attack him. She stepped out and away from the Valkyrja and to the side, putting herself between him and the other shuttle and removing Ryder from between them. She had to keep him busy until Fenrir or both Fenrir’s if they were lucky, were able to get into the room and immobilize him, or something. Or maybe Ryder could use his command codes to lock him in the brig or something. “A phaser? I have to say I’m a little disappointed. I thought you would have come up with a much more horrific death for me.”

“But why? Bog and Durhiem were trying to save you, get you out. I mean I know Bog is annoying and never shuts his mouth, but he was trying to save you. We saw the security feeds.”
Lt Synthi-er, RTF

Hampton kept his back to the wall, keeping everything in the room, including the door, in front of him. He slowly made his way towards his shuttle. He smiled as Synthier blocked his path. He had at least two different ways to kill her in the moment. He knew she was stalling, buying time, and he knew that they were no match for him. He also knew that it was only a matter of time before the others arrived, and a four on one would be more difficult confrontation for him. Still, his pride would not let him simply shoot the counselor and leave the ship, despite the fact that his instincts were screaming at him to simply shoot her and move on. He wanted to play along for a few moments. “You’ve never been a god before counselor, you’ve never expierenced that amount of power I have.” He took another step toward the shuttle, a small one, his phaser still resting in his right hand. “You think you are a person of quality, but I promise you, if you possessed the power I did, you would have done the exact same thing.” His lips turned upward in an evil smile. “This ship and crew made me suffer, so I returned the favor. It’s that simple. I doubt you would act any different.” His left hand went down to his belt and rested on it. He anticipated an attack soon, and he would have the initiative.

Mr. Hampton

“You’re wrong Hampton, I don’t think in any lifetime I would be able to find it in myself to do the things you have done. But since you’re so damn sure of yourself, and you’re all so powerful bestow some of that power to me and then we can see who is right” Raauhl had no idea if he was even capable of doing such a thing but playing to his ego was a sure fire way of either getting them killed or hopefully keeping him distracted from whatever Casela was planning.

-LtCmdr Raauhl, XO

Casela kept pace of Hampton, the closer he stepped to the shuttle the closer she got to shuttle door. She was an expert at picking locks, she could jam them too. She had a trick up her sleeve, literally, a knife. It only took a few steps to get close enough. As Hampton glanced at Raauhl, she stepped, side on to Hampton and the shuttle so she could see the lock mechanism. The problem with this plan was it left her with only her Mark VII baton and close-in combat. Or the one weapon she didn’t want to use. Her telepathy. Could she do it? Without a doubt she could seize his mind and turn it against him. Could she do it to Hampton? No way to know. Before, earlier in the corridor, no she could not, but she had sensed earlier that the ‘other’ presence with Hampton had left or weakened. So was she dealing with Hampton or Anomaly Hampton? If he was just human, she could do it, how hard would it be was up in the air. I could kill her too. But she didn’t want to. Hampton was one of them. He was crew and she respected him, she liked him. He’d never believe her of course, he was too far gone in self pity and delusion. He wanted to leave, fine let him resign, but she couldn’t let him go if the anomaly was still with him.

She didn’t have a plan, she was simply buying time till Fenrir could be deployed or Raauhl could use his command codes or Surda and Durhiem showed up. Hampton was waiting for something, she just had to keep him there. She dropped the knife into her hand silently turned and slammed it into the lock mechanism on the shuttle. If her aim was true the door would be jammed and there was no easy way onto the shuttle. He could transport in, but if Raauhl was thinking he would use his command codes to lock Hampton out before he could do that. She spun back, the comm button on her sleeve vibrating softly, twice. Both Fenrir’s were out there. One in the corridor and one in the shuttle bay control room. And as she spun she tapped it twice: approach with caution. Quietly the one in the shuttle bay control room began to pace to the ledge with the access ladder. “No William, I’ve never been a god, but you aren’t either. If you were you’d blink and be gone, you wouldn’t take a shuttle. You have no more power than a man. But I will tell you what I have been.” She was pacing forward, away from the shuttle, as close as she could get before the inevitable attack came. “I have been a goddess of death. I am the thing of nightmares, that even in your twisted mind, you can’t imagine. Shall we compare stories.” She tapped her head, “If you have the power, you’re welcome to look.” She seemed almost bored with it. “But you won’t. You asked me for the truth once, and I gave it to you. And what did you do? You ran like a coward, and you’re running now.” She was goading him and she knew it, and whatever he did was going to hurt, a lot. And she hoped to distract him from the Fenrir’s long enough for them to get into the shuttle bay.

Ryder, your command codes, lock him out. Her telepathic touch was not gentle but she tried, and hoped that he heard her and would use whatever distraction she could provide.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS

Casela had just finished her sentence when Hampton raised his alpha wave amplifier and fired it without saying a word at Casela and Raauhl. He had let this go on too long. There was no reason to let these two people hold up his escape any longer. He had already allowed the counselor to complicate the situation. The waves would disorienate Raauhl, but they completely incapacitated Synthi-er.

Something was wrong, there was this painful itch like sensation in her mind. Out of instinct she pulled the Mark VII, activated the flash grenade button and threw the baton at Hampton. When the flash went off, blinding everyone in the room, giving Fenrir (inside the shuttle bay) the opportunity to attack Hampton.

In a second she heard the sound of a ring in her ear that got louder and louder, her head throbbed like it was being smashed with hammers. Her eyesight blurred to near blindness.

Casela fell to the ground, screaming silently, the pain excruciating, blood could be seen from her nose and ears. Her heart and breath stuttered dangerously as body began to falter without her brain to regulate it’s functions.

With his right hand, Hampton aimed his phaser and fired at Raauhl before he could get his bearings. The blast went through his abdomen, and was set for kill, although he wasn’t dead, the XO was in serious condition and needed medical attention immediately. Hampton holstered the amplifier and grabbed the emp grenade, waiting for the Fenrir to attack. He made his way toward the control panel across the room. The transporter was the easiest way to get on the shuttle now. The ringing remained in Casela’s mind, as it felt as though a bell were being rang in her head every second. Raauhl had a cavity on his abdomen that was bleeding internally.

Mr. Hampton

Raauhl felt the odd sensation of being shot, an odd warmth bled through his body before a staggering pain, he’d been shot before of course in multiple lifetimes but this one felt different. He hadn’t felt the fall to the ground, the phaser burning the flesh but blood still smeared where he laid, kill. The phaser was on kill. His vision what was already blinded turned to grey, it hollowing to a pinpoint until there was nothing. Raauhl laid face down on the floor, blood pooling, the smell of burned flesh and synthetic cotton surrounded him, not dead but critical.

In stark contrast to the grim scene; Durheim’s bright tone squawked out of Ryder and Casela’s combadges. =/\=Mr. Raauhl, Miss Synthi-er; this is Durheim. We were trapped by Mr. Hampton in his office; but we have escaped and are none the worse for wear. What is your status?=/\=
-Durheim

From the Leviathan-Prime came an order, backed up by the requisite command codes to hopefully access this Leviathan’s systems.
=^=Raise the EMH at Commander Raauhl’s location. =^=

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

With the amplifier holstered and just the painful disorienting ringing of the bell she opened her eyes. Her vision blurry, but no longer black. She scanned the room, seeing Raauhl…and a dangerous rage began to boil inside her. She attempts to roll, but is too disoriented to move much, but feels something hard and annoying against her hip…her rail gun. She’d never used it, but Manhattan insisted they carry it. She pulls the gun and steadying her right hand with her left she aims, firing, to take out of the control panel. But with her vision so blurry it could hit, miss, or hit Hampton. Her vision goes black, again, more blood and more pain. She vaguely hears the comm, but can’t make sense of it. Hampton wanted to be miserable fine, he could have a painful death. He shot Raauhl and he was making her break her promise to Gen (to always come back). She reaches out and lays siege to his mind making him hallucinate and see all those horrible things in his life. The pain in her own head, debilitating, but at the moment she is beyond that. You want me to suffer? You want me to die? I shall go willingly, but I will take you with me. Hampton lived in anger and fear and paranoia. Much like a Jem’hidar warrior. Those emotions and memories would not effect him. Instead she forced him to see those memories that are happy, pleasant, full of deserving pride, and amplifies them, confusing him, and in that confusion she inserts thoughts of self doubt or self recrimination, of the need to offer an act of ultimate forgiveness, to wipe his soul clean. For each moment of pleasant though she encourages his mind and body to feel it like hot knives gouging his brain and body. She feeds him her own pain. And that pain along with the mental strain against the device makes her own body falter and fail, but she’s too enraged to let go.

Outside the shuttle bay the other Fenrir is waiting for a chance when Surda and Durheim appear.
Lt Synthi-er, RTF and pissed off

Hampton strode over to the control panel and began to access the transporter padd. He kept his eyes alert on the fenrir units, but they did not seem to be aggressive at the moment. A soft chuckle escaped his lips. It had been so easy. He paused for a brief moment to observe his work. Killing the XO was nothing new, he had done it before, but this time, this time it was personal, more fun, more invigorating. Then he heard the shot. A single blast from the rail gun. The bullet struck him in the thigh. He groaned loudly in pain and nearly collapsed to the floor, his hands clutched the control panel while the rest of his body sagged to the ground. ‘Hold on’. He thought to himself, he knew if he let go of the panel. He would fall to the floor, and by the time he got up, Surda and Durheim would be upon him, and his chance to escape would pass. Then the barrage hit, all of the emotions he felt, mixing together. He felt pain, sorrow, and worst of all happiness. True authentic joy, a sensation he could honestly say he had never in his life truly felt. For a fleeting moment, he felt shame. He had been petty, cruel, depriving people of happiness just because he had never found it himself. For a second, he contemplated letting go of the panel, allowing himself to be caught, and to possibly do the right thing for once in his miserable life…

NO. The word echoed in his mind, he shook his head, the counselor, she was trying to manipulate his thoughts, and normally, had she not been through the day she had, it would definitely have worked, but not after this day.

OOC: adding in
IC: When she felt it was safe to do so, her mind released Hampton, reaching out, feeling for the only one in the room that mattered to her. It was flickering and fading, and if her own body, the life fading from it, could have managed it, a scream of denial would have escaped her lips. With more finesse and delicacy than she knew she was capable of she connected her mind to his. Ryder, you have to fight, you have to hang on. Listen to me, don’t let go. I know it hurts, it’s torture, the pain, but it just means you’re still alive. Her mind and body too weak to really put any force behind her words. You told me we were worth it, then fight for us, Ryder. I love you, I’m not letting go, I’m right here. She whispered into his mind, anything to keep him focused on her. In her muddled mind, confused as her own body’s functions faded, nonsense things interspersed with the intimate things she whispered to him. Do you remember....? and she whispered to him, only things between them: secrets, confidences, moments, dreams, and plans. Do not let Hampton win. You swore you’d be on this ship long after him. Fight damn you! She goaded him, she pleaded, and at times not even sure she wasn’t whispering to nothing at all in the void of death. Physically she could not reach him, her body too far gone from the damage to her brain, and only getting worse the longer she tried to reach him.

Fenrir turned to see the other two officer, his visual sensors quickly scanning them and determining them as friendly, kicking his audio patterns, “Lt Cmdr Raauhl, life signs critical” He then bounded into the room, stopping at the downed officer’s side. When Fenrir was assembled for this mission, his medical protocols had not been installed, it was meant to be a recon mission nothing more. He let out an almost whimpering grown, “Life sign hasq ceased, date, time and location logged.”

  • A flatlining Lt Cmdr Raauhl, XO
  • Fenrir K-9 unit.

She felt him falter and weaken, NO! I love you. You can’t let go, just a little longer. Vaguely she heard Fenrir and she felt her own resolve falter, he wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be. Someone has tampered with Fenrir again, his scanners are wrong. You’re still here. Hold on, stay with me, Ryder. We’re both dying, we have to fight. This is not time for your beauty sleep, old man. You are worth it, we are worth it, I’m not giving up yet, and neither are you. She kept whispering, the pain and disorientation making her thoughts almost slurred, but she wouldn’t let go. She talked to him, reminding him of that fateful sparring session to breaking into his quarters every night. She threatened, pulling on that hotheadedness he secretly liked so much, You are the only thing in my life worth fighting for, if you let go, then so do I. You said we fight together, that’s how these things work. Or are you admitting I’m the better fighter? And she appealed to his higher sense of purpose, If not for me then for Raauhl. There is no one to take him, only you, isn’t that a Trill’s most important calling, the life of the symbiote. Fight for him if not for us. For all her skill, talent, psychic power, she couldn’t make him live. She could kill with a thought, but she couldn’t give life. The sorrow and grief, overwhelming, Please don’t go. And then the last of her own strength was gone and this time she looked on death with regret.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

For a moment, there was silence in the room. Then, cackling, an evil cackling completely filled it. The sound emanated from Hampton. His laughter was loud, and triumphant. grasping the control panel tighter, he pulled himself up. “I WIN COUNSELOR!” He declared between laughs. He pressed one last button, and in a second, blue light engulfed him.

OOC: continued from ‘other leviathan’ thread
IC: As Durheim rounded the final corner to the shuttlebay, he wondered what he might find. Mr Durheim, their life signs are failing. The words didn’t quite echo in his head.... but they certainly lingered. His eyes landed on the Fenrir unit outside of the doors; and his heart raised in his small chest. This might work…

=/\=Shuttle bay doors; open!=/\= Jonathan barked, before turning his attention to the mechanical K-9. “Follow me, Please!” As he crossed the threshold, he quickly took in the view; and the obviously poor status of the officers lying on the floor - the pool of blood surrounding Mr. Raauhl was impossible to miss. To Durheim’s infrared overlay, it was a rapidly-cooling stain surrounding the Trill officer. And he was no expert, but he was sure that Trill weren’t supposed to run that cold…

Pointing at the mournful Fenrir unit standing over Raauhl, he gave a command that he hoped would work. He didn’t know the unit’s current loadout; but it was a safe assumption that whatever medical abilities it did possess, they were insufficient to the task. But Containment was hardwired.... And step one of containment was stasis. Or so he hoped.
“Fenrir! Immediately place Mr Raauhl under maximum containment; per ARU standards!”

Durheim, Engineering

Fenrir’s mechanical chirp acknowledged the order, though the officer was not his handler he was still programed to obey recognised Starfleet personnel. “Containment Protocols in process” Came the next mechanical voice as a small tool rose up from his front right shoulder before a small pulsing began and a portable containment shield surrounded both Fenrir and Raauhl, the field was set to containment but Fenrir’s AI had also set it up for life pro-longment despite knowing Raauhl Lifesigns were already gone, both the host and the symbiote.

  • Fenrir

Inside the Shuttle. Hampton staggered to the pilot’s seat, bleeding heavily from his leg. All systems were on standby, just as he left them. “Computer raise shields.” Hampton ordered, making sure nobody else decided to beam in after him. “Engage program Hampton 2” An alarm sounded in the shuttlebay, notifying the away team that shuttle bay doors were opening. The shuttle slowly rose off the ground, preparing to leave the ship. In a few moments, the doors had opened, and the shuttle flew out into the abyss of space. Fortunately for the away team, Hampton had not deactivated the containment field, which stopped everyone from being sucked out with the shuttle.

As he flew from the ship. Hampton checked the shuttle’s chronometer, 90 seconds.

Hampton


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