Weren't we suppose to have leave? ptII
Posted on Mon Dec 6th, 2021 @ 12:09am by Commander Dean House & Captain Rhenora Kaylen & Lieutenant Commander Thriss Kla'ren & Lieutenant Commander Bonnie "Bon-Bon" Durnell
Mission:
*CD*
Location: DS9+
Timeline: Current-ish
"Alright, so we know they are on here. We know they can't get off the ship any other way except by Transporters. I'm going to gather that they probably are going to be headed for Engineering. I mean, if I was a terrorist thats where I would start." Dean gave a nod, seeing if he was agreed with.
"Engineering or the cargo hold. Either way, they are not getting off this boat. Transporters are on lock down while docked. I'd dare em to try something." Hightower commented as he pulled his phaser and opened the inner hatch. "So you want to stick together or split up?"
"Um....Hmm..good question. I think it would be better if we stuck together since there is two of them. That we know of. There may or may not be more."
"Fair enough." He moved off in the direction of the engineering section of the ship, going off of Dean's hunch. "So, any idea why our suspects might be hiding out on the transport?" He prodded for more information regarding the mentality of their targets.
There was a shake of his head, "That one, I really don't know. I mean obviously they've got some kind of objective. Perhaps it's trying to make a statement, since we foiled something...potentially when we took the ships back. They are trying something again or just trying to get away scott free."
They now knew where they had to go and whom they were after. It wouldn't take particularly long for Hightower and Dean to catch them. There was hope that it wouldn't actually come to a firefight. The enemy would know they were caught. However, they wouldn't get the explosives in place before they would try to escape.
Unknown to Hightower and Dean, Kla'ren was on board trying to get the rest of the ship's logs downloaded. Meaning he was pretty close to that little surprise the terrorists had going.
Lieutenant Kla'ren was on the freighter's bridge searching and gathering the rest of the files that they away team hadn't been able to gather on the away mission to the freighter. He was about halfway done, but he still had a while to go before he had everything that was obtainable.
Hightower entered into the compartment first, his phase-rifle on point, moving as he moved. "Section one clear." He called both to Dean and to his communicator where reinforcements were listening in case things went wrong.
Dean moved in tandem with Hightower, checking the opposite side and room. "Clear."
The pair of Bajorans had followed the service team into the cargo hold, so far they had gone unnoticed as tagalongs. The cargo hold was warm but not so warm to cause the nervous sweating coming from our bombers. They understood their place. Backed against the wall, no way out and little choice for completing their mission, all they had left were their wits and a detonator.
They separated from the group and pretended to act busy near a cargo container. Backs to the door and secluded they whispered among themselves. "Now what?"
"I don't know. If this were a Cardassians station I would just blow it and count it as a sacrifice, but there are innocent people here. Good people."
"I agree, but we knew there would be collateral damage. We can't back out now. Any chance of breaking free or escaping in an escape pod?"
"Not on this old bird. I thought if there were we could load some Darnamite and the detonator in one and aim it for the Temple, problem solved, but not an option."
At that moment Hightower entered the cargo hold followed by Dean. Hightower spotted the workers and the bombers but didn't know who was who right away. He stopped just in eye sight of both groups and announced himself, "Lieutenant Commander Hightower of station security, everyone stop what you are doing, turn around and show your hands, now if you please."
The workers obeyed with little effort for they had nothing to hide. The bombers on the other hand turned slowly, cautiously around. In the tallest ones hand, a familiar device, the one Bonnie had earlier, except it was visibly blinking. He had activated the detonator and was currently pressing the release which if released would set off the bomb and then blow the Darnamite.
Dean let Hightower take the lead, while they were working together, it was fine with him. Contrary to his supposed 'ego.' Just keeping him covered and rifle trained on the two. Eyes shifting to the device..."Oh shit..I've seen one like that earlier. Back off! That's a detonator! Alright...no need to get twitchy....deadman's switch, I get it. Lowering my rifle. What do you want?"
The pair looked at one another as if they were unsure and hadn't thought their plan through well enough. Then the lead Bajoran with the detonator proclaimed, "We want the ship. Get everyone off and release the docking clamps. Fail to release and we blow the Darnamite. Fail to comply or try to stop us and we blow the Darnamite. Safe passage to the bridge, or else we..."
Hightower finished, "Blow the Darnamite, we get it. Okay, okay, just be calm, we're all cool here, okay. " He lowered his weapon but kept his eyes on the targets in case the situation changed. "Alright, everyone, clear the ship!" He announced loudly. The workers were stunned but shuffled out as ordered. "Mr. House would you please notify the station of the situation and tell them to ready the docking clamps for release?" Hightower ordered.
Meanwhile, on the bridge...
The Starfleet Engineer continued downloading the data. There was roughly about 15 percent left in the download, however, it was slowing down, probably due to the fact that the Bajoran ship was at least decades old. "Blast..."
Thriss turned on his heel to the console directly behind him and began rerouting power to the console he was working on. He then turned and checked the console he was performing the download on. "There we go" he sighed in relief. He looked down and the progress had increased to 89 percent. Now 90 percent.
" Captain Kira, security are notifying of a situation, they're requesting authority to release the docking clamps of the old Bajoran ships docked at Upper Pylon C. They believe there will be an explosion imminent" The Ops officer announced in the heart of DS9's Operations center.
" Release the clamps on their signal" Kira looked up from the console on her right-hand side, recalling the conversation that had interrupted her meeting with Captain Kaylen earlier.
Confident everyone was out of the cargo hold, Hightower motioned to Dean to back out. He gave one last look at the terrorists, young and inexperienced and clearly out of their element. "You know you don't have to do this. There are better ways to make your point, whatever that point may be. The ship is yours, but I implore you, turn yourselves over to us and walk away alive and free men, not martyrs to a doomed cause."
"When the temple falls, our message will spread throughout the galaxy. The voice of the Pah Wraiths shall be heard! Bajor will be unified once more! And we will no longer bow to another totalitarian military force ever again! Bajor will be free!"
"Fine. Bajor will be free and you will be dead, unable to enjoy that freedom. But I ask you only this, what if you are wrong? What if we stop you before you reach the wormhole and then your death will mean nothing? Chew on that nugget while you race to suicide yourselves." Hightower finished then tactically backed out of the cargo hold.
Dean held back a moment. "You do realize that will never happen this way, he's right. Also considering you are doing the exact same thing that got you here in the first place. Following a false god." Dean sighed a little bit. "You won't have to worry about it though, you'll be in a cell." Tapping his comm badge. "Ops, lock onto my signal and beam two to the brig!" Throwing the comm badge right between the two of them. Turning to run after Hightower. "Shove the ship away!" Sent to Ops, they could use the ports at least a little to get it away.
Little unorthadox, but it did work. The two terrorists were transported into the brig. That wasn't going to stop what was in progress but it did keep them from becoming martyrs from that cause.
Back on the bridge, Thriss was at the console which read 95 percent. Being that it was near the end of the download, it started to slow down, which didn't concern him this time even though it happened once before. The download read 96 percent. Now 97 percent. 98 percent. 99 percent. It was complete. The engineer made a sigh of relief, but stopped when he heard a faint beeping sound.
He turned around and he moved himself to the middle of the bridge, where he found the sound to be louder. But it wasn't there. "Warmer." He said to himself. He turned and moved to where the sound was getting louder.
"Warmer." He whispered as he approached one of the old turbolift doors on the bridge. The sound was now loud. The Andorian looked at the ground and crouched when he saw a small device. "Bingo." He picked up the device and examined it. "The hell is this?"
While that foiled the plans of the two whom wanted to go on a death run and destroy, or at least destabilize the wormhole. With them being beamed off of the ship, and not make it to the wormhole. The ship was detached and Deep Space Nine did use the tractor beams to start pushing it away.
In the quick moment, it wasn't remembered that Kla'ren was still on the Bridge and that's where the bomb has been placed. It was pretty obvious that it was a bomb or some sort of insidious device that was not going to be good for anyone.
Regardless of what Kla'ren did, it stopped and went silent for a half second. There was then a flash of light, and everything around went silent before the sound and fire hit. Along with the concussive blast. Destroying most of the bridge, and the shockwave hitting that one docking port of the station. Thankfully, emergency forcefields were thrown up. That doesn't say to what still happened on the inside.
Thriss had been thrown into the turbolift. The doors emergency closed attempting to protect the Andorian from any further harm. Except for the fact that he was injured severely from the blast itself, which consisted of several burns and a few cuts from shrapnel at least. Of course, these didn't include him being thrown into a turbolift bulkhead.
He groaned as he made a slow attempt to tap his communicator. "Kla'ren to station ops, I... need an emergency transport to-" he was interrupted by being rendered unconscious.
Kira wanted to know what in the hell was going on, when that half call came through. Pointing over to the Chief, "Get him out of there, directly to the infirmary. Now. As well as anyone else on that ship. Emergency teams to that docking port and get me some damn answers."
The Sunfire was also signaled, if they hadn't already seen what happened. Kla'ren was transported out before anything got worse. Which it did. The explosion caused a cascade throughout the systems and into the core. Thankfully, it was continued to be pushed away. The ensuing explosion of the entire ship, in sections one by one, didn't cause more damage to the station.
TBC
