Predators Aftermath

Posted on Mon Feb 3rd, 2025 @ 4:30pm by Captain Malcom Llwyedd & Commander Cynfor Rees & Commander Siora Carberos & Lieutenant Commander Rhiana t'Aegis & Lieutenant Commander Jörgen Leed & Lieutenant Owen Woodhouse & Lieutenant Gale Deekros & Lieutenant Hank Solomon & Lieutenant Jackson Smith & Lieutenant JG Zub Enel & Ensign Emilynn Dove & Crewman Thyra Kevensdotter & Cadet Senior Grade Abigail Gordon

3,984 words; about a 20 minute read

Mission: Mission 1: A Long Hard Road Ahead
Location: Various DS18, USS Firebird
Timeline: 7 October, 2396- 0930 Hours

[ON]

[Predators 1]
Malcom and Kipp managed to get the Jem'Hadar onto the biobed and then get the EMH up and running. It was the same surly attitude but lacked something from the Firebird's EMH. They spent the next thirty minutes assisting the acerbic doctor. When they finally had a moment, they made sure the security settings were on maximum and the EMH knew that under no circumstances was the Jem'Hadar to be allowed to wake up.

"I assure you, Captain Llwyedd, that while you might think I don't have a brain, I, in fact, have the computer power of many brains. I can manage to keep a patient unconscious," the EMH said.

"Right," Malcom said and motioned for Kipp to follow. They ran down the corridor, retracing their steps. Periodically they tapped their combadges. They were quite far from the new medical department when their signal went through.

"This is Captain Llwyedd to all Starfleet Personnel. Red Alert. We are under attack from Jem'Hadar forces. I want reports from anyone else who has been attacked immediately," Malcom said and nodded to Kipp.

Kipp tapped his own combadge. "Firebird this is Petty Officer Lak. Two to beam directly to the bridge."

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[Predators 2]
Having left Potter to the transporter with orders to beam any Jem Hadar life signs he could lock onto into space, Rees made his way to Ops. His goal was to secure the command center of the station and ensure its safety.

He had not bothered to change his uniform and arrived on the Bridge still dripping with gore from the Jem Hadar in the transporter room. "Report!" he called out as he stepped into Ops. The Ensign present gave Cyn a full report where he learned of the number of Jem Hadar that were left on the station. "Very well. Coordinate with Petty Officer Potter in the Transporter Room. Give him the locations of enemies as they become available. Secure Ops no one gets in or out without my authority. Sorry folks we are here for the duration." Cyn gave his orders. He would make sure that the station survived the day or he would die trying.

As the Operations Center doors rumbled shut, a saurian 7-foot-tall Voth and a six-foot tall Klingon female in Security yellow turned sideways and scooted through just before the doors met with a solid locking sound. The male, scaly brown with golden eyes, had a slung plasma rifle and a holstered phaser pistol. The female was so loaded down with blades, rifles and phasers she cut a ridiculous figure, like someone out of the Terran Old West.

The tall male, his voice deep, spoke to gore-splattered Commander Rees. “Sir, I am Lieutenant JG Zub Enel and this is….”

The Klingon female’s voice was as deep. “This yad'tag has had us running everywhere without sighting one Jem’Hadar. Not one! He has no instinct for battle.”

Completely non-plussed, the male said, “She is Chief Warrant Officer B'Rala Of House Seeth. We have been arming or resupplying personnel with fully charged armament and/or blades. Do you have orders for us, sir?”

Cynfor smiled at the reinforcements. Things looked a little brighter indeed. "Welcome to Ops Warrant and Lieutenant. I have placed Ops on lock down for the duration. I would like you to take charge of that. We do have the capability of allowing people in here if needed. However, I do not want anyone here without my expressed authorization. No exceptions."

“Sir!” Zub Enel acknowledged crisply.

DS18’s Ops Center was a large circular room with personnel seated facing inward around a holographic display of the base and outward facing viewscreens on the curved walls. Their voices low, the crew calmly carried on with activity despite red indicators and panels flashing everywhere.

Her load of phasers and blades rattled as B'Rala Of House Seeth went to rigid attention. Her deep voice was one decibel shy of deafening. “Commander, I witness your anointment with the blood of slain foes. I shall be anointed a thousand times over!” She scowled with lethal determination.

Beside her, the Voth said calmly, “First, let’s see if anyone needs a weapon.”

The Klingon female boomed at Commander Rees. “Their small squad assaults failed. They will attack us with everything now. Today they all die!”

Lieutenant JG Enel tugged one of her plasma rifle straps, careful not to touch a fomenting Klingon. “Come, Warrior Princess. The Commander is busy. Our orders are to arm everyone and secure Ops.” He stepped toward the closest station and gestured for her to follow.

The Master-at-Arms’ spine loosened a fraction. Her fierce expression softened. She blinked green eyes sunk deep in gristle. She clinked as she caught up. “It is true I am of royal blood. Distantly so, in a clan as grand and victorious as House Seeth. Nevertheless….”

Zub Enel smiled. “Of course.”

As the security personnel left to tend to their duties Cynfor could not help but watch them as they went about it. "I hope that we will not need your expertise Warrant. Today is never a good day to die." He whispered more to himself than anyone else. The pensive demeanor he had changed quickly to his normal jovial self. "Now, is there a working replicator around here. I can certainly do with a change in uniform."

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[Predators 3]
While Chief Petty Officer Lanoraque gave a quick report to Rhiana, she moved around the reception desk - almost not limping - and respectfully not stepping into her yeoman's blood that was already cooling on the ground. She opened a cabinet next to the fallen Petty Officer and retrieved an emergency medical kit.

Alerts were beginning to sound from the different workstations and after a check and a quick exchange with Crewman Kolzac, Lanoraque announced, "We're receiving reports of several similar attacks, sir. It's not a full-blown attack to the station, it looks like very precise targeting. Still waiting for a full report of casualties."

Rhiana nodded and opened the medical kit. She briefly glanced at the vials with stimulants, then forced herself to locate the analgesic instead. "Issue phaser rifles to all security personnel. All Starfleet personnel is to be armed with type-II phasers." While she spoke, she expertly loaded a hypospray with the painkiller and injected it into the side of her neck with a brief hissing sound. "Investigate all reported intruder sightings and report to me as soon as possible. I will be in the operations centre. We may have to evacuate the station until we have assessed the exact threat level. I will speak with the captain or Commander Rees about that."

Looking at the few security officers who had just fought for their lives, she added, "Does any of you need medical attention?" Her gaze stopped at Kevensdotter. The young crewman looked like a total mess. At least the blood on her face did not appear to be her own. It was the wrong colour. But the shoulder looked painful. "I need all of you in fighting condition. If you are in a life-threatening condition or incapacitated enough so as not to be able to fight, report to the sickbay now. I will give anyone else an analgesic which should be enough for now."

Now that the adrenaline rush of combat was ebbing, Thyra’s shoulder was becoming increasingly more painful. She knew that she should get herself checked by the medical personnel but was equally certain that they would want to remove her from duty. She rotated the shoulder and winced in pain but was glad that the shot hadn’t hit her in her dominate shoulder. With enough pain killer, she was confident that she would remain combat effective.

“There is no need for medical attention at this point, Commander,” she said with as much resolve as she could muster, “but the analgesic would be most appreciated.”

Lieutenant Commander t'Aegis nodded once and walked over to Thyra to administer the hypospray to the crewman's neck and almost immediately, the hot burning pain in her shoulder began to cool to a dull ache. Thyra was thankful for the relief and went to retrieve a phaser rifle from the armory. She hoped to find a wash basin soon. The Jem’Hadar’s blood was beginning to dry on her face and she wanted to remove it as soon as possible.

While Thyra was gone, joined by most of the other security officers to also arm themselves properly, Rhiana looked back at Chief Petty Officer Lanoraque and was about to speak when the captain's request for reports came through. She tapped on her combadge. "t'Aegis to Llwyedd. The station's security centre was attacked by six Jem'Hadar. We have neutralised them. I am sending out security teams to all reported encounters. I will coordinate everything from the operations centre."

<=>Understood, Commander t'Aegis. I want patrols in all sensitive areas, Coordinate with Ops to enact forcefields at chokepoints. Make things as difficult as possible. Be you. Llwyedd out<=>

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[Predators 4]
Emilynn found herself caught in a chaotic whirlwind. Owen's clear and unyielding voice rang out through the comms, ordering her to exit through the airlock. The command felt surreal; if she hadn’t been anchored by the pounding rhythm of her heart hammering in her chest, she might have thought she was experiencing some nightmarish hallucination.

With each forced step across the station's haul, automated alerts blared relentlessly in Emilynns suit, slicing through the fog of her anxiety with a mechanical monotone. “Caution: Oxygen usage is above expectations. Continued hyperventilation will impact reserve estimates.” the voice repeated a futile attempt at instilling calm where panic reigned. Emilynn took deep breaths, desperately trying to manage her rising fear, but it was as if the very air was conspiring against her. Each breath felt shallower, more strained, as dread coiled tighter in her stomach.

In the midst of it all, her thoughts turned to her father—what would he think of her now? A wave of shame washed over her, suffocating and heavy. She had signed up for Starfleet with dreams of adventure, but now all she felt was inadequacy. Maybe her brother had been right to quit Starfleet; perhaps she, too, was not cut out for this life —a thought that reverberated louder than the alarms surrounding her.

Emilynn was engulfed by a wave of uncertainty, questioning if she was headed in the right direction. A suffocating weight pressed down on her, leaving her feeling trapped and unable to move. Fear coiled around her heart, rendering her frozen in place. “We… we have… have to go back,” she murmured through her gasps for air, her voice merely a whisper that barely escaped her lips.

"Relax, Ensign. Take a deep, slow breath, hold it for two seconds and let it out nice and slowly. Wait two seconds and do that again," Owen coached through the EVA suits' localized comms, not unaware of the significant threat they had just escaped -- and likely would face again. "Just focus on that. And keep moving slowly. We're only going down to the deck 5 airlock. It's close to a weapons locker."

He breathed a sigh of relief as the Captain's words pierced their otherwise silent world, which seemed eeirily serene compared to what he imagined was happening on the other side of the duranium plating beneath their grav boots. He tapped a control on his wrist. "Woodhouse to Llwyedd. Ensign Dove and I ran into intruders on Deck 1 in the comms array. They were neutralized, but not sure how many others. We're outside the station now making our way to 5-L. Standing by for orders."

<=>Lieutenant Woodhouse continue your movement. I want you to report to me if you see any sign of Jem'Hadar or Coalition ships. And don't go flying off into space. Operations officers are hard to find and I'm just getting used to the one I have. Llwyedd out.<=>

Emilynn embraced Owen’s advice. With each metallic clang of their boots against the metal hull, she inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, releasing the tension within her. This calming rhythm became her anchor as they descended to 5-L.

"Yes, sir," Owen said, though pretty much to himself since Firebird had ended the communication already. He imagined the chaos happening there and wished he was at his station where he could be the most effective. "Twenty more minutes and we should be there, Ensign. Keep it up."

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[Predators 5]
Voss nodded. "Aye, sir," he said. "Why is it I feel like this day isn't going to improve much?" he said in a tired voice and then tapped his commbadge. "Voss to security. We need some help down here in the Main Sensor Suite."

Siora listened to the words of Lieutenant Voss as she tapped some embers off her uniform. She made a somewhat frustrated face as he skin also stung from the blast she'd used to distract the Jem'Hadar now trapped inside a small forcefield. "They'll probably just tell us to transport him to a holding cell... and him to the morgue." she gestured to the burnt corpse of the second.

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[Predators 6]
Gale grimaced as his combadge beeped entirely too loudly for his liking. While he was lucky the Jem'Hadar didn't fracture his skull with the butt of his rifle - or kill him or Lt. Solomon - neither he nor the ship had the time for him to lie still the way the rather pushy EMH wanted him to.

"This is Lt. Deekros, sir, and it's good to hear from you," the Trill said, in a mostly steady voice that tried not to betray his lingering pain and discomfort. "Lt. Solomon and I were attacked." He slowly exhaled. "They knew about our research, but they didn't get anything that mattered."

Gale looked at Hank and tilted his head as if inviting his superior officer to speak. Gods, he should not have done that, as pain spiked through his head and a wave of nausea rolled in his gut.

"Sir" Hank took over "Me and Lt. Deekros made it to sickbay and are being treated. I'm almost unscathed." he took a breath shooting a worried look over to the colleague "They wanted the results of the research we were doing and wanted to destroy the results after they got what they needed. Not sure if they damaged the science lab but I guess so. We had a lead on the field displacer just before the Jem'Hadars arrived, Lt. Deekros made sure he had it secured" the CSO concluded his report.

Gale started to chuckle, though it came out more as a wince. "It's the most solid lead we've had on the frequency they used. It was worth a concussion." Suddenly, the Trill's dark eyes opened wide. "SIr, the Jem'Hadar might still be in the lab, or on the ship. Be careful."

<=>Understood. Good work, both of you. Stay in Sickbay until the ship is secure. Llwyedd out<=>

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[Predators 7]
There was such a buzzing sound going through her head, and Abigail tried to open her eyes with a great deal of effort. Her eyelids felt like they were weighed heavily down, twisting her head, and gently shaking it caused some dizziness. Her eyes finally opened and she gasped trying to move. She couldn't move. A bit of panic coursed through her veins. "I can't, I can't move," she muttered. "Wait where is Daw, where is Gia?" Abigail turned her head from side to side to see if she could spot them, her panic giving way to more of being concerned with her two friends.

"Gia, Daw are you conscious? Are you alive?" shifting herself to look at her two friends.

Daw heard a faint, garbled sound. His eyes felt like they were glued shut. He tried to open them but only the left one opened and all he could see was darkness broken by a faint grayness to his right. His head hurt so badly that he could hardly think.

"I'm alive but I am wishing I was dead. My head hurts so bad," he said in a soft voice.

Somewhere in her own head Gianna Djokovic laughed with wreckless glee and twirled around in the artificial galaxy Max had created in the holodeck, the hem of her violet dress flaring outwardly as she moved easily, swaying to his music. She touched lightly the jewelry around her neck with its baubles that represented planets from their solar system, remembering the gift and the accompanying dinner where he'd given them to her and told her how much he cared for her.

"I still don't know what a lingonberry is," she commented aloud as she cast a longing glance toward the piano only to find that Max was not there. She was looking at Daw and the confusion registered on her face as the numbness of the stunned unconsciousness was quickly replaced by a pulsing headache. "What?"

"A lingonberry?" at the utterance from Gia about that delicious berry, Abigail's mouth started to water, her stomach growled out making its hunger known. "What are they doing here? "

tag Gia or Daw or... to another post

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[Predators 8] Jackson materialized in the midst of the wedding reception, the festive atmosphere shattered. The room was in chaos, guests scrambling for cover, their faces etched with fear. Overturned tables and scattered decorations littered the floor, evidence of a struggle. His heart pounded in his chest as he scanned the room, searching for the Captain.

A wave of relief washed over him as the Captain's voice boomed through the comm system, cutting through the panic.

"This is Captain Llwyedd to all Starfleet Personnel," the Captain's voice resonated with authority. "Red Alert. We are under attack from Jem'Hadar forces. I want reports from anyone else who has been attacked immediately."

Jackson quickly tapped his badge. "This is Lieutenant Smith," he reported, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him. "Uninjured. Lieutenant Hamilton and I were attacked by two Jem'Hadar in turbolift three. One is dead, the other is in the brig. Lieutenant Hamilton is on his way to the bridge. I am currently on the station and..."

His voice trailed off as his mind raced, piecing together the fragments of information. This was a coordinated attack, a well-planned assault that had struck multiple locations simultaneously. And he had been completely unaware. He had sensed something was amiss, but he hadn't acted with the urgency the situation demanded. He had failed to protect the crew, his family.

A wave of guilt and self-recrimination washed over him. He had let them down. He took a deep breath, steeling himself against the emotions that threatened to consume him. He had failed them once, but he would not fail them again. With renewed determination, he pushed aside his doubts and focused on the task at hand.

"I will be gathering some information," he finished his report, his voice regaining its usual confidence. "I will report in soon."

He deactivated his comm badge, his gaze hardening. He would find those responsible for aiding the Jem'Hadar attack, and he would make them pay. Hopefully in the process he might gain some needed intel on what was coming next.

Jackson paused, his mind racing amidst the chaos. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. The Jem'Hadar attack was a clear escalation, a calculated strike that had caught them off guard. But Jackson knew that there was more to come. He also knew that the Red Hand had the information he needed. It wouldn't be easy getting to the heart of the Red Hand where that information resided. He needed a distraction.

He reached into a hidden pocket along his pant leg and retrieved a small, nondescript communication device. It was a direct line to Gorlab, a connection to the underworld network he had been cultivating. He activated the device, his voice firm and resolute.

"Gorlab," he said, "this is Jackson. Gather the troops, as many as you can. It's time to remove the Red Hand syndicate from the station."

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[Predators 9] Amid the smell of death in the Diplomatic Quarters, Jörgen knelt beside Harren with a light hand on the Trill's shoulder. Another Jem'Hadar could arrive at any moment and he had two critically injured individuals, no security team, and one path forward.

<== Firebird, this is Commander Leed. I need emergency transport for me and two others to sickbay. ==>

His world resolved into determined chaos. Personnel swarmed the biobeds, medical tools hummed, and injured crewmembers groaned. A half-dismantled Jem’Hadar rifle lay one corner, smeared with blood. A grim reminder of the recent fights.

A medical officer, face obscured by a surgical mask and their back to Jörgen, turned at the diplomat's arrival. Sizing them up quickly, she gestured toward two open biobeds in the far corner. “Lay them there!” she said, ordering an attending nurse to assist him.

The medic was at their side instantly, tricorder in hand. “Severe plasma burns on this one,” he muttered, scanning the Bajoran, then glancing at Harren. “Cranial trauma and possible internal bleeding here. Nurse, administer inaprovaline and prep the dermal regenerator. Let’s move, people!”

Jörgen stepped out of their way. His concerns would do nothing to help. An eye on the scanners beside both beds, he tapped his combadge again.

<== Captain, this is Commander Leed. Two Jem'Hadar attacked the diplomatic section; one may be alive and at large. ==>

<=>Understood, Commander. I need you to try to make contact with the Coalition as soon as you can. We need to find out if they are part of this or if this is a new threat, Keep me updated. Llwyedd out <=>

[OFF]

Commander Malcom Llwyedd
Commanding Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298


Commander Siora Carberos
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298


Commander Cynfor Rees
Executive Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298


Lieutenant Commander Kataxes
Chief Medical Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298


Lieutenant Commander Jörgen Leed
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298


Lieutenant Commander Rhiana t'Aegis
Second Officer / Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298

Lieutenant Gale Deekros
Science Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298

Lieutenant Henry Hamilthon Sky
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298


Lieutenant Jackson Smith
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298


Lieutenant Hank Solomon
Chief Science Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298

Lieutenant Owen Woodhouse
Chief Operations Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298

Lieutenant JG Zub Enel
Security Investigations Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298

Ensign Gazo Daw (NPC by Llwyedd)
Propulsion Specialist / Security Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298


Ensign Gianna Djokovic (NPC by Woodhouse)
Tactical Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298


Ensign Emilynn Dove
Operations Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298

Crewman Thyra Kevensdotter
Security Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298

 

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