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Posted by Colonel Calvin Harris (Commanding Officer) in CO’s Quarters - Main Sim

Posted by Colonel Calvin Harris (Commanding Officer) in CO’s Quarters - Main Sim
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Harris had rested peacefully, thanks in part to a… energetic… visit from his other half the evening before. Cal and Molly had been together over two years and he had yet to stop feeling like a teenager around her. They had long since established a 2-3-2 schedule of sharing nights in the Captain’s Quarters that would still be respectful of their non-marital status. But their nights apart were always tough… so every once in a while, like the previous night, they gave into the more physical side of their relationship and enjoyed time together before Molly returned to her quarters.

After a shower, the Dresden’s Commanding Officer grabbed a cup of coffee and was halfway through getting dressed for the day… pants and boots on… and was reaching for his shirt as the first explosion rocked his ship, sending the Marine ass-over-tea kettle over the back of his couch and into momentary zero G. Just before he hit the deck, Harris had felt the slight lurch in his stomach that told the veteran fighter pilot before even looking that the Dresden had fallen… harshly… out of Warp. Just as he reached his feet, the ship shook violently once, twice, three… no FOUR more times. The ship, his ship, was hurt and hurt bad… leaving the officer only seconds to process what had happened to him before decades of training slammed the man into action.

Harris was throwing on his shirt as he ran across the room, practically sliding across his desk and quickly opening his terminal. As he tugged down his tunic, the Marine activated the Emergency Communications System sending… hopefully… an SOS to the nearest Federation Assets in the area before slipping into his .45’s shoulder harnesses and racing to his door. He then pulled the door open manually, in order to reach the nearest Turbolift for the Bridge.

Harris, CO

An odd glow appeared momentarily as he pulled on the doors to open them, the two rifles barely registering as they raised to meet his emerging face, the large figures holding them barely visible

SGM

Harris’ body flinched slightly, years of combat training flashed through his mind and within a blink of an eye… the Marine knew now was not the time to do anything stupid. He was out gunned, out numbered and… for the moment, out of options.

Bringing his elbows back against his sides in a hope to conceal his shoulder rig, Harris opened both palms to the intruders and pulled his hands back roughly even with his shoulders as he stepped backwards into his quarters. Though his posture was… submissive… the man’s booming voice was far from it.

“This is a Starfleet vessel on a duly authorized patrol of this Sector and by forcefully boarding her, you are committing an act of war. Who are you and what the hell do you want with /my/ ship!?”

Harris, CO

The booming voice of the Colonel caught Hannibal’s attention as he silently crept through the halls looking for the intruders. He kept radio silence as he moved, using his intelligence and spy training to it’s fullest extent. As he approached the captain’s quarters he hugged the wall tightly. Seeing the intruders near the door to the captain’s quarters he watched from the shadows as to what they were doing. He had a phaser in his had, but kept it to his side. He didn’t want to make any aggressive actions, he needed intel first.

Hannibal watched as the the intruders pushed the CO into his quarters, deciding it was time to act, he took aim with his phaser and fired.

The rifles followed him into his quarters, his assailants not noting anything unusual at his side. Even had his assailants been inclined to answer, they wouldn’t have had time as the telltale golden yellow burst of a Starfleet phaser tore into the fourth member of their party, sending him flying past the doorway. One of the two inside his quarters turned to face outwards at the one closest to Harris reached out for him, his guard dropping as he groped at his side to slap at a device there.

SGM

-COS

The break in his captors’ attention was just the moment the Marine was waiting for. With a snap side step, the .45 tucked under his left arm was whisked from its holster and the few seconds that followed were in stark contrast to the moments of silence before. The Old Earth slug thrower roared to life as four rapid fired hollow points slammed into the one with the rifle still in his direction before Harris shifted his fire to the second, then third remaining member of the party before him. It was a violent, unapologetic response to the intruders of his ship. The concussion of the near four seconds of continuous fire echoed throughout the room and boomed into the corridor beyond. Fourteen rounds from the Glock 21 sliced through the air before the firing paused for just over a second before three more rounds cracked off a hair’s width after a spent magazine clattered to the floor. The last three shots aimed to the center of the attacker’s face mask

Harris, CO

Bright pink blood covered the CO as it burst from the chest cavity of his assailant at such close range. A gaping hole in his chest and the shattered remnants of his helmet lay near a rapidly expanding puddle of that same bright pink blood. Oddly, the second man, taken entirely by surprise in the back as he flew forward from the kinetic force of so many rounds at such close range, did not release the same bright pink blood, but a rusty dark brown/red. Looking down at what was left of his assailants head, Harris would find the telltale forehead ridges and thick, black hair of a Klingon staring back at him from lifeless eyes.

SGM

The Marine spat the blood from his lips and wiped the excess clear of his face with his left hand, his right still firmly holding the Glock 21 which was currently leveled at the door. Quickly grabbing the hem of the now blood-covered tunic, Cal tore it off and used the dry back to finish wiping off his face… switching hands to keep the pistol leveled at the door as he hastily donned yesterday’s tunic from the back of his desk chair and clipped on a clean CommBadge. The last thing he did before starting for the door was carefully wipe the blood from his sidearm and wrap his belt holster around his waist.

Stepping toward the door, less than a minute after the last shot was fired, Harris tapped his Commbadge. =A= Harris to Bridge… four intruders down in Command Country. I’m on my way up. What the hell is going on COB?!=A=

The COB’s voice came over the comm broken, he sounded injured. =^=We are not sure sir, the damage we sustained is extensive. Internal sensors are down, I have alerted security to the intruders, but we don’t know where they all are. The turbolifts are locked down, but the bridge is secure. =^=

=A= Good…=A= Came the quick response. =A= I’m on my way up. If I’m not on the Bridge in two minutes, send a detail to Command Country, I’m on my way.=A= Taking his weapon in both hands, he stalked toward the exit.

As he stepped toward the door, the Marine barked. “If your ass ain’t in a Fleet Tunic… I got ten more with your names on it Frackers!” Kicking the crumped body of the one he shoot first as he stepped over it, Harris checked first toward the direction of Manning’s door then back toward the origination of the other phaser blast. He stepped out, cautiously.

Harris, CO

“I must say, nice shooting Colonel. I don’t think they were expecting a marine as the Captain of the ship. They should have done some more research.” Hannibal said simply, as if he was discussing it over breakfast. He emerged from the shadows and walked towards the Colonel, stepping over the dead bodies as he did so.

There was nothing immediately obvious near him. His opponents were quite clearly dead.

SGM

“Thanks Chief.” The Dresden’s Commanding Officer raised an eyebrow and for a fleeting moment, a slight smirk came across his stoic expression before it flashed away once more. “Yes, the bastards should have.”

“You alright Colonel?” He asked, more out of courtesy then concern.

-COS/COB

There was then a small huff that came from the Marine. “Hell… I’m alright Ashur.” The man said almost in a scoff as he returned his sidearm to its holster, the securing tab still open. “Right now, I need to be on the Bridge.” With that, he began moving toward the lift.

At that moment, Amelia’s voice came over the comm. =/\= Manning to Harris, I made it to the Bridge, Colonel. I’m holding the fort until you get here. =/\=

Cmdr. Manning, XO

=A= Amelia, I need confirmation of the Senior Staff… Chief Ashur is with me. Find the rest of the staff… I don’t need a damn confab, Commander. I need everyone doing their frackin’ jobs but accounted for. There in 30. Harris out.=A=

Amelia’s reply came shortly after. =/\= Aye, Sir. I’m not sure yet how widespread comms are throughout the ship. Without internal sensors I can give you the last known location for those that do not reply. I’ll have the list ready by the time you get here, as well as confirmation of as many members of the senior staff I can reach. Manning out. =/\=

Cmdr. Manning, XO

As he reached the Turbolift , Harris hit the call button and drew his pistol. “Be ready to kill anything already in here Lieutenant.” Harris then backed to one side and nodded to the other side for Ashur. “As of this moment Hannibal, Lethal Force is authorized. Switch to Level 10”. Then they waited.

Harris, CO

“Yes sir.” Hannibal replied, adjusting the settings on his phaser.

As the turbolift doors parted, revealing emptiness, a crash behind them alerted them to another presence. Behind them, a pair of the intruders lumbered around a corner, dragging what looked like a weapons locker.

SGM

Using the knowledge he had… obtained… from his previous ‘encounter’ and without a second thought, Harris sent a hail of six rounds down the corridor. The first two rounds were one-two shots to the center of the helmet facemasks of the intruders, before two additional rounds fired center mass on both targets. Following not even a second later, the Marine charged the pair ready to send home the final four rounds from his sidearm.

Harris, CO

Bumpity?

Hannibal followed suit by laying down phaser fire aiming for the chest and head of the intruders. He maintained his distance though, preferring range to melee combat.

-COS

OOC: This is on hold until Andrew returns. Sorry for the inconvenience and thanks for the great writing!

OOC: Thank you, and apologies! Let the carnage continue!

IC:

The faces and chests of their opponents exploded outward without ever having the chance to react. Between the security chiefs phaser and the Colonel’s kinetic projectiles, there was little left of their torsos as they hit the ground in a spray of blood. The corridors around them rang with the sound of silence as all else was still.

SGM

After a moment, has walked back to his door and turned to the Security Chief. “Ashur, secure this door. I’m reloading and then going up to the Bridge. Be ready to move out in 60 seconds.” Without another word, the Marine disappeared into his quarters.

Almost precisely a minute later, Harris stepped from his quarters, his holster magazines and pistol reloaded. Walking past the COS, the Marine began speaking the moment he reached Ashur, his eyes ordering him to walk with. “I want a full sweep of the ship. Any weapons left by our… guests… need to be secured. I want a Heavy Arms detail stationed on the Bridge, in Engineering and Sickbay at all times. Set internal sensors to be on continuous interior scan and the moment a non-registered life sign is detected, beam the bastards straight into the Brig. Level 10 Containment.”

Reaching the lift, Harris stepped inside. “Do I make myself clear Chief?”

As the COS stepped through the door, Harris said flatly. =A= Bridge =A=

Harris, CO

Bumpity

The turbolift complied, power apparently having been restored to the main turbolift system. The doors parted seconds later to reveal the smoking, battered bridge, with its equally battered complement of officers and crew

SGM

Hannibal took a quick look around the bridge, then stepped aside to let the Colonel through.

-COS