Suppression

Posted on Sun May 23rd, 2010 @ 7:23pm by Lieutenant Commander Sara Archer & Captain Vorn Krace & Commander Jordan Gunning

Mission: Borderline Diplomacy
Location: Central Government Building - Bevrud
Timeline: MD08 1410hrs

[ON]

Jordan and Sara's rifles were the only thing that the guards at the doors of the lift saw as the butts of them cracked them in the faces, sending the bridge of their noses crashing into the frontal lobes of their brain, rendering them braindead almost instantly. They moved out into the corridor and Jordan looked down at his tricorder.

"Commander, seems that the secure room is down this way." He reported, motioning down a dankly lit corridor. They must have been in a service section, there were crates of produce and PaDDs littering the passage and they would likely provide adequate cover. "I'm still not detecting any lifesigns."

He crouched next to one of the unfortunate guards who had met their ends just seconds before. He pulled off one of their communicators and scanned it. "These appear to be masking the lifesigns of the guards. There's no way we can tell how many of them are down here. However, we might be able to reverse engineer them to emit an I.F. pulse which should allow us to momentarily identify a number of targets on our tricorders. It may only have a range of about six metres but it might help us out when we get into the secure area."

Sara took cover behind one of the crates and steadied her rifle as she aimed down the hallway. "Six meters is better than nothing, Lieutenant. At least it should be useful around corners. Make the modifications. I'll cover us."

Jordan took a hyper-spanner from his pocket and reversed the circuitry. It didn't take him long but he was sure that it would work. If it didn't then they'd be in trouble. He passed one of the communicators to the Commander. "Okay, ready."

Sara stuck the communicator in her pocket, and positioned her tricorder so that she could scan and aim at the same time. "Let's go."

Using the crates for cover, Archer and Gunning leapfrogged down the corridor, with Sara stopping at the first corner. According to her tricorder, there were three guards heading their way. Timing their approach, she waited until the first one just reached the corner. She quickly brought the butt of her rifle around to his face, dropping him just like the two at the lift. The second was brought down by the swing of her leg, sweeping his legs out from under him. He landed head first on the cold, hard floor. The third tried to ready his weapon, but I quick blast from her rifle put a stop to that. Phaser blasts erupted from down the corridor as the guards from well beyond six meters opened fire. Sara quickly sunk to the floor just around the corner where she started. There was another crate nearby that could be used for cover, if one of them could get to it.

"Lieutenant," she called out to her partner, "I can't get in a position to aim, but I can provide some covering fire. Can you get behind that crate and take them out?"

"With pleasure!" Jordan called out over the sound of the phaser blasts. He tore past her and slid along the damp floor into position behind the crates. His shoulder had faded to little more than a dull ache with the help of the hypospray that the Commander had given him. He flicked the sight on his rifle and propped it on the crate. "Come on... show me those beautiful faces."

The heads of the guards appeared over their cover as they tried to get a shot at the two officers. He picked one off before he could take a shot and dropped back into his covered position. He peeked out, looking for something to work to his advantage. Bingo, he thought as he fired into the ceiling, bringing the tiled surface down on the remaining guards. They were blinded by the dust and stepped to the side in order to get out of the dust. He signalled to Archer and they began launching volley after volley of fire into the bodies of the guards until they were still standing from the force of each blast, tensing their muscles with every hit.

Archer stood away from the wall, keeping her rifle trained down the corridor. Using her tricorder, she checked the floor plan of the basement. "It looks like we're close. The safe house should be fifty meters down this hall, plus another one hundred meters to the left."

Jordan prodded at his wounded shoulder with his free hand while he clutched the warm muzzle of his rifle in the other. They had removed a large amount of resistance. This should be the easy part. He walked slowly down the corridor, almost creeping, for all the good it would do now. The guards knew they were there and would most likely be setting an ambush.

"What you got, Sara?" He asked as he checked the power gauge on his phaser rifle. "I'm down to one concussion grenade and a flash. We're going to need to make these count!"

Sara checked her own supplies. "I've got one concussion left, and a spare power cell for my rifle. Let's hope they don't have much more left in the way of defenses." By this point, she was already feeling like they had taken out half the Bevrudl army.

Jordan checked his tricorder as they moved through the corridor. They'd hit a couple of guards who seemed to be more disorientated by the advancing officers than actually trying to put up a fight. His shoulder was burning and the painkilling injection was beginning to wear off but he was going to make it. He was sure of that. They eventually reached what seemed to be some kind of blast door.

"How're we going to get through this?" He asked, looking dejectedly first at the door and then at his Type-II. "I reckon I could punch a hole in it with this but I doubt it would be big enough to get through."

Sara looked around the door. It seemed to be sealed using some sort of hand print scanner as the locking mechanism. She looked around the room at the several dead bodies. She gestured towards the console. "We could probably open the door using this, but I think we'll need a hand."

Jordan severed the hand of a nearby guard and pressed it into the panel. It fizzed and buzzed while it processed and eventually beeped as the door released. It retracted, revealing a room akin to the control centre at Starfleet Command. Four Bevrud men stood at the consoles and Jordan took aim at the man he had met before.

"Hello, Atakimpa. Fancy meeting you here." He said calmly before barking, "ON THE FLOOR! NOW!"

[OFF]

Lieutenant Commander Sara Archer
Starfleet Intelligence

Lieutenant Jordan Gunning
Chief Tactical/Security Officer
USS Iapetus