Sabotage

Posted on Tue Oct 18th, 2022 @ 9:55pm by Captain Calypso Skyie & Captain Natalya Markova

Mission: Pirates! (Or Yo Ho Ho And A Bottle Of Yum)

Nat watched Bex leave the Turbolift first, and proceeded on to her own quarters. The guard was still with her, for protection Damien had said.

The lift doors parted, and Nat walked the dozen yards to her stateroom. Her peripheral vision took note of the man coming to a stop first, his back to the wall just a few feet to the side of the door. That was when Natalya Markova, First Lieutenant of the Starfleet Marine Corps went into action.

One foot slid backwards, her whole body pivoted, and the heel of her palm came around, smashing into the man's nose.

It was so swift, without any warning, the man had not even managed to raise a weapon. His eyes did go wide as the nose broke, the bridge shattering under the force of the impact. The force of the blow propelled the head backwards, slamming into the bulkhead. The look of surprise was replaced with nothing, as the now unconscious body fell limp to the floor.

Nat grabbed the guard by the arms and hauled him into her stateroom before anyone could see. The doors closed behind them, and Nat started to breathe a little easier. She made a rapid search of the guard, coming away with a disruptor pistol, a communicator, and a Klingon Daqtagh.

Attaching the holster, and inserting the blade, Nat considered the unconscious body on the floor. She aimed the disruptor pistol, and fired at point blank range. Unconscious became Dead as the disruptor blast made contact with the guard's head.

Nat was on the move before her conscience could question the tactical decision. In the Turbolift, Nat called for Main Engineering. She had to move fast now. The trip took less than a minute, and the doors opened, letting her slowly move out into a side of Engineering.

Maybe half a dozen were there, going about their job of maintaining the ship. No uniforms, or ranks, and no guards here. Curious. Had the Major's assault team stripped that much of the Oracle's crew? That would be to her benefit.

She didn't like the idea of using the disruptor, but it was the only weapon she had for now. No one had yet noticed her. Nat took a breath, and went into action. One. Two. Three. The bodies fell as Nat pivoted. Four. Five.

One left alive, now only just realising what was happening as Nat leveled the weapon at his head. "You so much think about touching a comm panel, and your brains will be all over that console."

His hands came up, shaking. "Wh-wh-what do you want?"

Nat stayed out of immediate range as she moved closer, her weapon still trained on his head. "Lock the Bridge out of any overrides."

Nodding eagerly, the man turned slowly, his hands running over the console
"Done."

"Second, kill primary power."

The lights went out, leaving only the auxiliary light behind. "Done."

"Now… eject the Core. Leave the alert on. Just for fun."

A final dance of the man's fingers across the controls.

"Warp Core Ejection initialized. Ejection in 15 seconds." The Computer announced.

Nat was already moving when the final body of the Engineering crew slumped to the deck.

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Oracle's Bridge

"Captain Skyie, this is your last chance, surrender your ship and I will guarantee the lives of your crew." Damien Penweather leaned forward with a death's head grin on his face, "Yours, on the other hand..." He paused to gloat and in that moment, power went out.

He glanced around as the emergency lighting came on almost immediately, the red hue changing the shadows on the bridge and he came out of the chair. "Commodore, we're down across the board." The voice came from his engineering section head, "Shields, weapons, engines. Sir! The warp core has been manually ejected! We're stuck with the fusion reactor, sir, I'm rerouting to get us back up, but it's going to take a few minutes."

"Get shields and engines up, first!" Damien snapped, "Security, find whoever just took out engineering, now!"

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Oracle's Corridors

Back in the Turbolift, still operating on emergency power, Nat called for Deck 2. This was the dangerous part. This is where it could all fall apart if she fucked up.

The corridor was dark, and empty. Nat moved carefully, cautiously. Her weapon in hand, her back to the wall, constantly checking in front and behind. The door she was after was just ahead. She had only been there once, but had kept the door's location clear in her mind.

A blast from the disruptor took care of the seal, and the doors opened. Moving quickly, Nat stepped to the glass case she had seen before. The old style clamshell communicator, and phaser pistol. Her elbow came down, smashing the case. Nat grabbed.

Back out into the hall, and into the Turbolift. She had no idea what reaction Penweather was having, but had to assume he was doing something.

As the lift took her to the deck with Bex's quarters, Nat dialed the Chimera's emergency frequency into the communicator. She had no idea if the call would be secure, but didn't have any better options.

*Washout to Chimera. Washout to Chimera-Actual. Calamity, please answer." The last was said almost in a pleading tone.

It took a few seconds, but a voice came back over the comm, full of... Something. "Calamity here. What's your status, Washout, ready to return home?"

Relief swam over Nat. Godamn it was good to hear the woman's voice. "Affirmative, Calamity. Prepare to transport two on my mark, Washout out." She closed the communicator, wanting to keep the channel open only as long as absolutely necessary. It was time to get the fuck out of the hornet's nest.

The turbolift opened on the deck she wanted - needed. There was no way in hell she was leaving by herself. A disruptor blast shot into the turbolift car. Nat ducked, dodged, firing back with the old style phaser. The high-pitched sound of the beam an oddly comforting experience. Federation. Starfleet. She held two reminders of who she was. What she was. The guards were coming towards her.

Her destination was between her and them. Risking the opportunity it would give them, Nat blasted the door controls on the wall. She flipped open the communicator once again, even as she dodged and waved.

"Calamity! MARK!" Something caught Nat's foot as she came through the door. Her ankle twisted, and all of her momentum was lost as the Marine crumpled to a heap on the deck. Nat barely had any time to look at Bex, before the familiar sensation of the transporter beam took hold. Whisking the Marine, alone, away from the Oracle.