Nevada Mission 6.3: Oppressors of the Weak
Apr 17, 2009 19:44:31 GMT
Post by Seth Helacaan on Apr 17, 2009 19:44:31 GMT
"No further, they've got the intersection covered!" Sergeant Casey yelled above the sound of ill-trained Magnan phaser shots intermingled with the precision shooting of renegade Starfleeters. She ducked in cover behind a very small section of low wall, approximately ten metres before the intersection. Across from there, another twenty metres or so to the great, wide steps that led up to the entrance of the seat of the Magnan government.
Looking across the breadth of the previously neatly-set path that led to the Emperor's building ahead, Casey could see Captain Marks and two privates - both of whom she knew well - likewise crouched in cover. Seeing the Captain under fire such as she was, reminded Casey of when they'd landed twenty-five minutes ago...
Approx. 25 minutes previous
"Remind me why we're inserting three klicks from the target again?"
Captain Marks sighed, "Scans indicated heavy if crude shielding around the governmental centre. It's Starfleet in origin, they've probably used a shield generator taken from the Bartlet."
"Thank you, that's why it's so annoying," Casey said as their shuttle touched down. The rear hatch instantly dropped and a ramp extended out to the surface of Magnus Prime. The marine team made their way out and into the nearest street. They immediately made their way towards the Emperor's building, ignoring the running and screaming Magnans that had caught sight of them as soon as they'd stepped from the yard that the shuttle had been set down in. To the sides of the streets as the marines passed along, columns of blue light materialised, depositing in their wake Starfleet security personnel.
"Why send an inferior device to do such a tricky job?" Said a Corporal, closeby to Casey.
"Quiet, Corporal," she warned, "You know this isn't a see and kill operation. This is a daring enough move as it is with security personnel. Remember, we're the weapons.. Starfleet security are the voice of reason that we'll need in there." Casey knew better than to be overcome with a sense of pride as a marine. Besides, common sense dictated that in a situation such as this, one needed Starfleet officers to represent Starfleet when it would come to removing Stevenson (or whoever was in charge) from this place.
40 minutes later
One of the two privates now lay dead, but there was nothing to be done about that now. They were moving, at last, and to get around the sides like Casey was attempting she needed full concentration. Marks had neutralised much of the resistance by the intersection and was trying to move, now Casey had just to take out those that would pin her in place. She compressed the fire button on the phaser rifle; the orange beam shot out and struck the nearest hostile, she ducked and moved behind another obstruction, making the remaining hostile that was alerted to her, lose her location. She crept around the other side of the obstruction and fired upon sight. A roughly circular black mark singed the enemy's back shoulder and they collapsed forward with a cry of pain. Dead. Casey raised her arm and waved to the rest of the squad, they advanced to her position. While they were en route she had a look at who she'd just shot down. She turned him over... Male, human. Starfleet. She tried her best to ignore the tingling sensation on her neck.
They slowly advanced the rest of the way to the Emperor's building, expecting the resistance to get thicker. Most oddly, it did the exact opposite. Resistance was lessening. Perhaps, thought Casey, they were running out of willing Magnans to fight for their twisted cause, or perhaps they were all just giving up.
The lead squad reached the building. Individual marines parted to the sides by the edges of the beginning, and the middle of the long and wide flight of stone steps until, only Captain Marks and two Starfleet security officers stood centrally at the bottom of the flight. Magnans had slowly started making their way out of the building, but they looked far from willing to fight, instead they looked scared and demoralised. The marines had trained their weapons as some had crawled down the steps; and only now (as some walking Magnans appeared at the grand entrance of the structure) did Casey see that, shockingly, some of the crawling Magnans were injured, bringing with them trails of blood and groaning sickeningly. Casey's mind whirled with thoughts.. what had happened? Had there been a coup?
Lieutenant Jason Palmer stood central at the bottom of the flight, trying to keep his eyes fixed forward and above at the walking Magnans now entering. It made him sick to look anywhere in front of that; Magnans dragging themselves slowly down the stairs, many injured, some dying probably. The walking Magnans stopped before the first downward step and parted marginally, a figure stepped forward between them. It did not require a closeup to see that the figure wore the rags of a Starfleet uniform. Another stepped forward to the Magnans' right, an Andorian, Palmer saw, also wearing the remains of the uniform the Bartlet's crew had so disgustingly turned their backs on.
"I am Lieutenant Palmer of the Starship Nevada," the security officer called up to them. "As a representative of the Federation, I demand to whoever is in charge: What is going on here?"
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OOC: Sorry for the perhaps needless length! By the way, please see my comment on the OOC thread.
Looking across the breadth of the previously neatly-set path that led to the Emperor's building ahead, Casey could see Captain Marks and two privates - both of whom she knew well - likewise crouched in cover. Seeing the Captain under fire such as she was, reminded Casey of when they'd landed twenty-five minutes ago...
Approx. 25 minutes previous
"Remind me why we're inserting three klicks from the target again?"
Captain Marks sighed, "Scans indicated heavy if crude shielding around the governmental centre. It's Starfleet in origin, they've probably used a shield generator taken from the Bartlet."
"Thank you, that's why it's so annoying," Casey said as their shuttle touched down. The rear hatch instantly dropped and a ramp extended out to the surface of Magnus Prime. The marine team made their way out and into the nearest street. They immediately made their way towards the Emperor's building, ignoring the running and screaming Magnans that had caught sight of them as soon as they'd stepped from the yard that the shuttle had been set down in. To the sides of the streets as the marines passed along, columns of blue light materialised, depositing in their wake Starfleet security personnel.
"Why send an inferior device to do such a tricky job?" Said a Corporal, closeby to Casey.
"Quiet, Corporal," she warned, "You know this isn't a see and kill operation. This is a daring enough move as it is with security personnel. Remember, we're the weapons.. Starfleet security are the voice of reason that we'll need in there." Casey knew better than to be overcome with a sense of pride as a marine. Besides, common sense dictated that in a situation such as this, one needed Starfleet officers to represent Starfleet when it would come to removing Stevenson (or whoever was in charge) from this place.
40 minutes later
One of the two privates now lay dead, but there was nothing to be done about that now. They were moving, at last, and to get around the sides like Casey was attempting she needed full concentration. Marks had neutralised much of the resistance by the intersection and was trying to move, now Casey had just to take out those that would pin her in place. She compressed the fire button on the phaser rifle; the orange beam shot out and struck the nearest hostile, she ducked and moved behind another obstruction, making the remaining hostile that was alerted to her, lose her location. She crept around the other side of the obstruction and fired upon sight. A roughly circular black mark singed the enemy's back shoulder and they collapsed forward with a cry of pain. Dead. Casey raised her arm and waved to the rest of the squad, they advanced to her position. While they were en route she had a look at who she'd just shot down. She turned him over... Male, human. Starfleet. She tried her best to ignore the tingling sensation on her neck.
They slowly advanced the rest of the way to the Emperor's building, expecting the resistance to get thicker. Most oddly, it did the exact opposite. Resistance was lessening. Perhaps, thought Casey, they were running out of willing Magnans to fight for their twisted cause, or perhaps they were all just giving up.
The lead squad reached the building. Individual marines parted to the sides by the edges of the beginning, and the middle of the long and wide flight of stone steps until, only Captain Marks and two Starfleet security officers stood centrally at the bottom of the flight. Magnans had slowly started making their way out of the building, but they looked far from willing to fight, instead they looked scared and demoralised. The marines had trained their weapons as some had crawled down the steps; and only now (as some walking Magnans appeared at the grand entrance of the structure) did Casey see that, shockingly, some of the crawling Magnans were injured, bringing with them trails of blood and groaning sickeningly. Casey's mind whirled with thoughts.. what had happened? Had there been a coup?
Lieutenant Jason Palmer stood central at the bottom of the flight, trying to keep his eyes fixed forward and above at the walking Magnans now entering. It made him sick to look anywhere in front of that; Magnans dragging themselves slowly down the stairs, many injured, some dying probably. The walking Magnans stopped before the first downward step and parted marginally, a figure stepped forward between them. It did not require a closeup to see that the figure wore the rags of a Starfleet uniform. Another stepped forward to the Magnans' right, an Andorian, Palmer saw, also wearing the remains of the uniform the Bartlet's crew had so disgustingly turned their backs on.
"I am Lieutenant Palmer of the Starship Nevada," the security officer called up to them. "As a representative of the Federation, I demand to whoever is in charge: What is going on here?"
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OOC: Sorry for the perhaps needless length! By the way, please see my comment on the OOC thread.