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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Battle Over Junk</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 8-21-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80821 | |||
> "IF you ever..."started Koreth, but stopped. As he rose and dumped<br> | |||
>J.C., the security chief rolled over to expose a deep burn over the<br> | |||
>right side of his chest...<br> | |||
'Damn it' thought Tarrant. A second shot barely missed his head. | |||
A quick look up, and a phaser shot sent the Nausician flailing into a | |||
pile of scrap metal. The piece of power converter sticking out | |||
of his chest indicated that he would be out of the fight. | |||
Tarrant looked down at Allard. The wound was bad, but not | |||
life threatening if he could get the CSO back to the FEYNMAN. | |||
"If you hadn't of tackled me he would have only | |||
grazzed my leg." It was probably true, but the fact still didn't | |||
help Tarrant. | |||
A weak voice replied back, "Nope, it was higher..." | |||
J.C. tried to lift himself up to no avail. In fact he collapsed | |||
again in doing so. | |||
Another blast nearby indicated that their position had been compromised. | |||
Tarrant picked up the wounded officer and slug him over | |||
his shoulder. A slight grunt errupted. "Hold on kid, | |||
we'll get you home." | |||
Taking another view of the situation, the CEO noticed | |||
that Meleah and her crew were pinned down. Two | |||
security personel attempted to out flank the remainig | |||
Nausicians. | |||
One was met by a phaser blast to the arm, effectively | |||
knocking his weapon away.The other placed a well | |||
aimed shot into the attacker's upper torso, effectively | |||
downing him. | |||
Tarrant snuck around to a pile of warp field coils from | |||
some ship he couldn't recognized. Then was amazed for | |||
the slightest moment that in the middle of a firefight | |||
he even attempted to recognize the design. | |||
It was J.C.s shifting that caused him to snap back into | |||
reality, and the fact that their enemy was fireing a phaser | |||
at what seemed like only a few meters from them. The | |||
sound was unmistakable. | |||
Tarrant ripped off J.C.'s comm badge and tossed it over | |||
the pile of junk. Then tapped his own. | |||
"Tarrant to J.C.... FIRE!" | |||
With that the partial klingon spun out from his hiding place. | |||
The nausician had turned and fired at the location of | |||
the thrown communicator. He never saw the blast | |||
which stunned him. | |||
<NRPG> | |||
Ok, more bad tactics. But heym they're fun | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Jason<br> | |||
Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br> | |||
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'" | |||
