Firefight on Deck 37

Posted on Sun Mar 1st, 2020 @ 5:15pm by Lieutenant Colonel Tienn Nerra

Mission: Mission 34: Between Two Fires
Location: Various Locations - USS Dreamcrusher
Timeline: 1100Hrs - June 23rd, 2391

Private Dulari shot the Jem'Hadar in the center of his chest. Through the smoke and wreckage she saw the warrior go down. In the red flashing lights another Jem'Hadar appeared and throw a grenade at Dulari and her fellow marines in the corridor. Dulari dove as she took cover as the grenade went off. The Jem'Hadar stood up and was immediately gunned down by Corporal Dillon. "Alright team is everybody up?" Dillon shouted above the sounding klaxons. "Werner, are you okay?"

Dillon could make out Werner on the ground grimacing. "Shaken up sir but I'll manage!" Werner shouted back.

"Wong, Dulari sound off!" Dillon shouted as he tried to find them through the flames, twisted metal and smoke.

"I'm good!" Dulari yelled back. "Wong is dead!"

"Got it!" Dillon responded, able to make out the female Andorian's silhouette through the flashing lights.

"Corporal Dillon this is Lance Corporal Singh. We're under heavy fire! Jervis and Montoya are down! We need help!" Singh's voice sounded of desperation over the comm link.

Dillon sat there for a moment lost in his thoughts.

"Corporal, I think we need to go help them." Dulari suggested to Dillon with urgency in her voice.

"Yeah." Dillon answered, as if coming out of a trance. "Let's go!" Dillon ordered as the three moved out.

Singh and the green Orion male Lance Corporal Ioza were suppressed by enemy fire. Singh saw movement in an adjacent corridor. Singh fired at the target. Through the flashing red lights he could see that
he shot Dillon square in the chest. Singh cursed to himself.

Ioza screamed as he got hit by a Jem'Hadar hidden in some metal wreckage. Werner spotted him. He moved out into the open to get a better shot. He got the Jem'Hadar but in turn was also shot by another
warrior.

Singh spotted the warrior and shot at him but missed. He screamed in pain as plasma rifle fire tore apart his legs. He crumpled to the ground amisdt metal debris. A Jem'Hadar approached searching for the wounded marine.

Dulari charged the warrior and smashed his head with her rifle. The warrior fell but she felt the presence of another one behind her. She turned around and tried to hit it with her gun. The Jem'Hadar caught her blow and pulled the rifle away from her. Then with both hands on Dulari's left arm he swung her back first into the corridor wall. Before she could recover he kneed her in the stomach. The blow caused her to lose her wind.

The Jem'Hadar then picked her up and slammed her to the floor, her blue legs flailing uselessly.

As Dulari lay on the ground supine, she saw out of the corner of her eye the other warrior finish off Singh at point blank range. She saw above her the Jem'Hadar had a large broken metal pipe. With an evil grin, the Jem'Hadar was getting ready to crush her skull.

"Computer: Freeze simulation." Captain Tienn's voice commanded. The lights stopped flashing and the klaxons were silent. the only sounds were quiet groaning and Tienn's boots on the holodeck floor. "That
didn't turn out to well. Was anybody happy with the way that ended? Was that a success?"

There was silence. "That wasn't a rhetorical question boys and girls." Tienn stated. An out of sync chorus of "No"s answered her question.

"Computer: End simulation." Tienn ordered. The wrecked corridor faded away and the holodeck appeared.

"Circle up on me." Tienn commanded. The marines formed a loose circle around Tienn. Dulari was still moaning on the floor.

"Are any of your bones broken?" Tienn inquired.

"No sir." Dulari groaned.

"Do you have any internal injuries?" she asked Dulari

"No sir." she replied.

"Than why are you still on the ground?" Tienn inquired politely. Dulari got the hint and struggled to stand up.

She readjusted her skirt. Tienn thought about having a talk with Dulari concerning wearing skirts and battle simulations. The problem was Tienn herself often committed the same fashion crime.

"This is the third time today we ran this battle drill. Somehow, you manage to do worse each time." Tienn scolded them. "A lot of your problems was just lack of focus and direction. Aim when you shoot. Don't just fire a lot and hope to hit something."

"Private Dulari, what did I say about engaging the Jem'Hadar in hand to hand combat?" Tienn inquired of the Andorian Shen.

"You said not to do it sir." Dulari sheepishly answered.

"You gave us a very good demonstration as to why it's a bad idea. Star Fleet has statistics on close combat casualties between us and Jem'Hadar. They are woefully lopsided." Tienn lectured them. "But one incident really disturbed me however." Tienn said, changing topics. "Lance Corporal Singh, you committed an act of fratricide." Tienn regarded Singh with a reproving look.

"I have no excuse sir." Singh answered.

"I know that, tell me what happened." Tienn asked.

"I shot at something before knowing what it was." Singh replied. "It won't happen again sir." He added.

"Indeed it won't, we identify a target before we shoot". Tienn stated with a soft growl.

"Corporal Dillon," Tienn now turned her attention on him "why did you take so long to come to the aid of the other team?"

"I was, um, trying, um, to have, er, idea." Dillon in-eloquently told Tienn.

"You don't have time to think. You only have time to react." She told Dillon. "I'm sure you won't do that again." she told him with a little bit of a smile. Dillon had just recently been promoted to Corporal. This was

his first time as a leader. It wasn't uncommon for new leaders to freeze up. If Dillon makes a habit of it, however, than they will have a problem.

Tienn noticed Dulari had a lollipop in her mouth. She thought about giving the young private a tongue lashing. Food wasn't allowed during simulations. Tienn then recalled something about Andorian metabolism and decided to cut her some slack this time, also she remembered Private Ryi Amlari who had gone off to become a pilot while serving on the Roanoke.

"Stopping hostile boarding parties is the main task for Star Fleet Marines. We are going to go through this drill again and again until we master it." Tienn told them. There were moans in response, while the small Bajoran woman looked around at her assembled troops, she quickly noticed they were worn out. "USS Dreamcrusher isn't going anywhere so we have a little time before something stupid happens.. Go ahead and take the rest of the day off." There were sighs of relief from the marines. "When we get back we will continue this drill ad nauseam until we master it." She told them.

"I do need one volunteer. Security is not due to relieve us at the weapons locker until 0400 hours." Before anybody could answer Tienn added. "Private Singh, thank you for volunteering."

There was a soft groan as Private Singh knew what this was about. "This was because I committed fratricide... isn't it?"

"Indeed. Yes." Tienn grinned at him. "Be grateful you're not serving with Major Rohr-McKnight. She's far meaner then I am."