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------=_Part_262_367743788.1546830878148 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="UTF-8" *((Beta Quadrant, Par'tha Expanse, Consortium Dreadnaught Phoenix))* *::* Time was of the essence. There was no doubt alarms going off somewhere that there was a breach in the Brig. A close check of internal sensors would determine that the lone guard was grievously injured if not deceased by now and a ship wide manhunt would no doubt be in effect soon, if it wasn't already. *Atlantis'* Mission Specialist had a brief window of time where he could enjoy his freedom, and attempt to do something productive before he was recaptured. So far he'd managed to keep out of sight, using his exceptional hearing and sight to stay ahead or behind anyone walking the corridors. And the one or two that he simply could not avoid he'd taken down with a sharp jab to the back of the neck or head. He did his best not to permanently injure or kill anyone else, but his situation was tenuous. Information was the thing he needed most and he'd already gathered a little. This ship, whatever it was was called the *Phoenix*. As was clear by several markings throughout the ship. Unlike a Federation starship, this one didn't have a convenient voice activated computer for asking directions. It was by pure blind providence he'd seen a technician working on an access panel across a junction and was able to spy a brief schematic on his PADD. Toryn was on deck twenty of whatever this ship was. Ten minutes passed as he searched several rooms, taking the chance that they might be occupied to try and gather some intel on the layout of the ship. Even the Consortium labelled things on their ships. Like Head, or Sensor control. Auxilliary Transporter Control. The latter he forced the door open the way he had a few others since breaking out of the brig and cautiously surveyed the room, disruptor in hand at the ready. It was vacant for the moment, with a terminal in the midst of the long console. Toryn moved up to it, glancing about suspiciously and tried accessing the computer. He was able to use the console, though, the access was limited to non-critical functions. A ship wide schematic not being among them. Shame, he would love to bring back a copy of it if he could. Not that he had anything to copy the data to anyways. Toryn sorely wished Valin could be here, he'd be able to work some sort of engineering miracle to get what he needed. All Toryn was good for was brute strength. Auxilliary transporter control didn't really let him do much, at least he thought for a moment. An idea popped into his head, a bit unorthodox. Toryn was able to access the transporter targeting sub-systems. Using them, he might be able to gain a work around by using the transporter to show him where their engineering section was. He was rewarded for his efforts, deck 25, section baker. *::* *Raga*: Thank the winds. *:: *It was only five decks down from where he was, near the aft section of the ship. Stepping away from the terminal he looked around for the telltale sign of an access hatch, which was located near the back of the room. The Al-Leyan dug his fingers around the edges of the hatch and gave a hard jerk, wrenching the thing off its hinges. He crawled inside it and then pulled the hatch back to cover the opening. He didn't have time to cover his tracks more carefully than that. And he had a long way to go. It was a tight fit, tighter than the Jeffries tubes of the ship he called home. The irony did not escape him, that he had been scurrying through the access passages of his own ship searching for intruders not but a few hours prior and now, here he was being the intruder. Toryn found a junction a few dozen meters down from the room he'd left. Like before, the hatch in the floor was closed and he wasn't about to try the panel to open it. The attempt might be registered with the computer. So, he did the thing he was best at. Using the strength of his physical form to bypass it. This time, by kicking the small doors until he was able to bend them down enough to slip his large frame through. He climbed down the ladder as quickly as he could and dropped the last several meters, landing hard on the next hatch. With his high mass, he was like a wrecking ball, striking the small and thin hatch hard enough he fell halfway through it. A hard grunt as he steadied himself and descended four more decks like that. The fifth one he took a more gingerly approach and crouched down beside it, using his hands to force the portal open before scaling down through it. The dark haired, glowing eyed Starfleet officer took a moment to gather his bearings from where he'd first descended and make an educated guess as to which passage to traverse that would lead him closest to this Dreadnaught's Main Engineering. This deck was a bit more active that the other one he'd been on, he could hear a much more clustered and frequent spread of footfalls in the corridors that ran parallel to the access tube he was crawling through. As much as he wanted to do the most damage to this ship as he could before they got him again, and he knew they would. Toryn had no clear way off the ship. He'd considered stealing a shuttle or support craft but those could be remotely overridden or simply destroyed. And he doubted *Atlantis* was in any shape to get to him so quickly, having only one intact warp nacelle. No, he was all alone. There was no help coming yet. And he had to do whatever he could to give himself the best chance to do what he could before he was recaptured. The Al-Leyan closed his eyes as he stood in a junction, able to stand up to near his full height here. He listened to the sounds around him. The energy flowing through the conduits and circuits in the walls around him. The vibrations in his feet, from the warp core. That pulsating hum. There. He could hear it. Muffled, and faint as if on a distant shore. But it was there. Ahead and to the left of him. Toryn resumed crawling through the maintenance crawlspace until he could hear the warp core more clearly. Dozens of footsteps, heartbeats and breathing filled the space just outside the hatch he'd crawled up to. Toryn gripped the disruptor he held in his right hand a bit more tightly, but mindful not to break the weapon he'd need in a few moments. It was set for the highest setting it was capable of. If he shot someone with this. Well, he didn't want to think of that, his targets were non-organic. He waited a few moments until he heard the closest person to where he was hiding walk away. With the weapon set on his lap, he braced his feet against the hatch, took a deep breath and kicked as hard as he could. There was a loud groan of metal being warped and the abrupt clang of the hatch being sent across the room to hit a bulkhead. Toryn scurried out of the open as fast as he could, the moment he was on a knee he held the disruptor aloft, took a single moment for a tactical appraisal of the occupants of the room. All of whom were clearly unprepared for the sudden arrival of an armed and scowling Starfleet officer with glowing eyes. The warp core was ahead of him about thirty meters, but there were plenty of consoles and equipment between him and it. Those closest to him had the sense to run as soon as the spotted the weapon he held, a few stared at him in shock. Toryn noted the technical overlay of a tactical system on a console across from him and fired several times. The green beam burned into the station sending a shower of sparks, while the entire thing suffered power fluctuations. Now everyone was running as he emerged and began firing as he moved from what little cover he could find to the next. He saw a terminal with a power overlay and fired at it. The former Security Chief moved like a Marine from one side to the next, taking careful shots at one console or another and occasionally just peppering a computer with disruptor fire because someone looked like they might be trying to draw down on him. *::* *Intruder Alert! Main Engineering. Intruder Alert! * *:: *The call came in over the internal ship wide comm system. And he knew his time was up. Toryn broke into a run towards the warp core, the disruptor, which he'd intentionally not let himself notice was of Klingon make, fired constantly at one computer, then another station, or terminal until he got within ten meters of the glowing cylinder pulsating with the power of a matter/anti-matter reaction. One. Two. Three. Shots rang out. One hit the core, the other two hit him. Toryn stumbled about five meters from the core. The heavy metal thud off inhuman footfalls echoed on the deck behind him as he struggled to keep his footing. The disruptor raised and he felt another phaser beam strike him in the back again. This time, with a higher power setting. He felt his knee impact the deck, but he gripped the weapon firing and just missing the containment chamber. The fourth beam struck his right arm and forced him to drop the weapon before he fell to the floor, fighting against the effects of an even stronger stun setting. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. The sound was strange, but then another one, an vividly familiar one joined it. Dozens of metallic skittering sounds. Toryn pulled himself up against the bulkhead closest to him as if it would obscure himself enough to keep from being shot again and dared to grab for the disruptor on the floor a half meter in front of him. There was a loud discharge of a weapon and he felt a jolt to his right side, intense, burning pain from a disruptor blast. It was a graze, but still enough to send him reeling onto the ground. The last thing he saw was the frighteningly familiar sight of an arachnid shaped machine leaping in the air before it struck his face and he blacked out. *:: * *Boarding_Beta*: Organics. *::* The humanoid automaton stood over the unconscious form of *Atlantis'* former Chief Security and Tactical officer as the spider bots scrambled back up its chassis to lock into the places they'd left to bring the stubborn Al-Leyan down. It reached down, hefting up the massive weight of the organic that would take two or three of the carbon based security on this ship to move. It slung him over its shoulder, wedged in between the oversized disruptor cannon that was retracted on its back and turned with cold mechanical intent before carrying Toryn Raga out of the *Pheonix*'s Engineering room to the small craft it had been brought here on. *::* *=========================================================* *Lieutenant Commander Toryn Raga * *Mission Specialist* *USS Atlantis NCC-74682* *PodCast Team* *Atlantis Staff Member* *Writer ID: A239410TR0* *https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=Toryn_Raga * -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "UFOP: StarBase 118: USS Atlantis" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to sb118-atlantis+unsubscribe@googlegroups.com. Visit this group at https://groups.google.com/group/sb118-atlantis. 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((Beta Quadrant, Par'tha Expanse, Consortium Dreadn= aught=C2=A0Phoenix))

::=C2=A0Ti= me was of the essence. There was no doubt alarms going off somewhere that t= here was a breach in the Brig. A close check of internal sensors would dete= rmine that the lone guard was grievously injured if not deceased by now and= a ship wide manhunt would no doubt be in effect soon, if it wasn't alr= eady. Atlantis'=C2=A0Mission Specialist had a brief window of ti= me where he could enjoy his freedom, and attempt to do something productive= before he was recaptured. So far he'd managed to keep out of sight, us= ing his exceptional hearing and sight to stay ahead or behind anyone walkin= g the corridors. And the one or two that he simply could not avoid he'd= taken down with a sharp jab to the back of the neck or head. He did his be= st not to permanently injure or kill anyone else, but his situation was ten= uous. Information was the thing he needed most and he'd already gathere= d a little. This ship, whatever it was was called the Phoenix. As wa= s clear by several markings throughout the ship. Unlike a Federation starsh= ip, this one didn't have a convenient voice activated computer for aski= ng directions. It was by pure blind providence he'd seen a technician w= orking on an access panel across a junction and was able to spy a brief sch= ematic on his PADD. Toryn was on deck twenty of whatever this ship was.=C2= =A0

Ten minutes passed as he searched several room= s, taking the chance that they might be occupied to try and gather some int= el on the layout of the ship. Even the Consortium labelled things on their = ships. Like Head, or Sensor control. Auxilliary Transporter Control. The la= tter he forced the door open the way he had a few others since breaking out= of the brig and cautiously surveyed the room, disruptor in hand at the rea= dy. It was vacant for the moment, with a terminal in the midst of the long = console. Toryn moved up to it, glancing about suspiciously and tried access= ing the computer. He was able to use the console, though, the access was li= mited to non-critical functions. A ship wide schematic not being among them= . Shame, he would love to bring back a copy of it if he could. Not that he = had anything to copy the data to anyways. Toryn sorely wished Valin could b= e here, he'd be able to work some sort of engineering miracle to get wh= at he needed. All Toryn was good for was brute strength. Auxilliary transpo= rter control didn't really let him do much, at least he thought =C2=A0f= or a moment. An idea popped into his head, a bit unorthodox. Toryn was able= to access the transporter targeting sub-systems. Using them, he might be a= ble to gain a work around by using the transporter to show him where their = engineering section was. He was rewarded for his efforts, deck 25, section = baker. ::

Raga: Thank the win= ds.=C2=A0

:: It was only five decks down fr= om where he was, near the aft section of the ship. Stepping away from the t= erminal he looked around for the telltale sign of an access hatch, which wa= s located near the back of the room. The Al-Leyan dug his fingers around th= e edges of the hatch and gave a hard jerk, wrenching the thing off its hing= es. He crawled inside it and then pulled the hatch back to cover the openin= g. He didn't have time to cover his tracks more carefully than that. An= d he had a long way to go. It was a tight fit, tighter than the Jeffries tu= bes of the ship he called home. The irony did not escape him, that he had b= een scurrying through the access passages of his own ship searching for int= ruders not but a few hours prior and now, here he was being the intruder. T= oryn found a junction a few dozen meters down from the room he'd left. = Like before, the hatch in the floor was closed and he wasn't about to t= ry the panel to open it. The attempt might be registered with the computer.= So, he did the thing he was best at. Using the strength of his physical fo= rm to bypass it. This time, by kicking the small doors until he was able to= bend them down enough to slip his large frame through. He climbed down the= ladder as quickly as he could and dropped the last several meters, landing= hard on the next hatch. With his high mass, he was like a wrecking ball, s= triking the small and thin hatch hard enough he fell halfway through it.=C2= =A0

A hard grunt as he steadied himself and descen= ded four more decks like that. The fifth one he took a more gingerly approa= ch and crouched down beside it, using his hands to force the portal open be= fore scaling down through it. The dark haired, glowing eyed Starfleet offic= er took a moment to gather his bearings from where he'd first descended= and make an educated guess as to which passage to traverse that would lead= him closest to this Dreadnaught's Main Engineering. This deck was a bi= t more active that the other one he'd been on, he could hear a much mor= e clustered and frequent spread of footfalls in the corridors that ran para= llel to the access tube he was crawling through. As much as he wanted to do= the most damage to this ship as he could before they got him again, and he= knew they would. Toryn had no clear way off the ship. He'd considered = stealing a shuttle or support craft but those could be remotely overridden = or simply destroyed. And he doubted Atlantis was in any shape to get= to him so quickly, having only one intact warp nacelle. No, he was all alo= ne. There was no help coming yet. And he had to do whatever he could to giv= e himself the best chance to do what he could before he was recaptured.=C2= =A0

The Al-Leyan closed his eyes as he stood in a = junction, able to stand up to near his full height here. He listened to the= sounds around him. The energy flowing through the conduits and circuits in= the walls around him. The vibrations in his feet, from the warp core. That= pulsating hum. There. He could hear it. Muffled, and faint as if on a dist= ant shore. But it was there. Ahead and to the left of him. Toryn resumed cr= awling through the maintenance crawlspace until he could hear the warp core= more clearly. Dozens of footsteps, heartbeats and breathing filled the spa= ce just outside the hatch he'd crawled up to. Toryn gripped the disrupt= or he held in his right hand a bit more tightly, but mindful not to break t= he weapon he'd need in a few moments. It was set for the highest settin= g it was capable of. If he shot someone with this. Well, he didn't want= to think of that, his targets were non-organic. He waited a few moments un= til he heard the closest person to where he was hiding walk away. With the = weapon set on his lap, he braced his feet against the hatch, took a deep br= eath and kicked as hard as he could. There was a loud groan of metal being = warped and the abrupt clang of the hatch being sent across the room to hit = a bulkhead.=C2=A0

Toryn scurried out of the open a= s fast as he could, the moment he was on a knee he held the disruptor aloft= , took a single moment for a tactical appraisal of the occupants of the roo= m. All of whom were clearly unprepared for the sudden arrival of an armed a= nd scowling Starfleet officer with glowing eyes. The warp core was ahead of= him about thirty meters, but there were plenty of consoles and equipment b= etween him and it. Those closest to him had the sense to run as soon as the= spotted the weapon he held, a few stared at him in shock. Toryn noted the = technical overlay of a tactical system on a console across from him and fir= ed several times. The green beam burned into the station sending a shower o= f sparks, while the entire thing suffered power fluctuations. Now everyone = was running as he emerged and began firing as he moved from what little cov= er he could find to the next. He saw a terminal with a power overlay and fi= red at it. The former Security Chief moved like a Marine from one side to t= he next, taking careful shots at one console or another and occasionally ju= st peppering a computer with disruptor fire because someone looked like the= y might be trying to draw down on him. ::

Intruder Alert! Main Engineering. Intruder Alert!=C2=A0=

:: The call came in over the= internal ship wide comm system. And he knew his time was up. Toryn broke i= nto a run towards the warp core, the disruptor, which he'd intentionall= y not let himself notice was of Klingon make, fired constantly at one compu= ter, then another station, or terminal until he got within ten meters of th= e glowing cylinder pulsating with the power of a matter/anti-matter reactio= n. One. Two. Three. Shots rang out. One hit the core, the other two hit him= . Toryn stumbled about five meters from the core. The heavy metal thud off = inhuman footfalls echoed on the deck behind him as he struggled to keep his= footing. The disruptor raised and he felt another phaser beam strike him i= n the back again. This time, with a higher power setting. He felt his knee = impact the deck, but he gripped the weapon firing and just missing the cont= ainment chamber. The fourth beam struck his right arm and forced him to dro= p the weapon before he fell to the floor, fighting against the effects of a= n even stronger stun setting. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank.=C2=A0
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The sound was strange, but then another one, an vividly famil= iar one joined it. Dozens of metallic skittering sounds. Toryn pulled himse= lf up against the bulkhead closest to him as if it would obscure himself en= ough to keep from being shot again and dared to grab for the disruptor on t= he floor a half meter in front of him. There was a loud discharge of a weap= on and he felt a jolt to his right side, intense, burning pain from a disru= ptor blast. It was a graze, but still enough to send him reeling onto the g= round. The last thing he saw was the frighteningly familiar sight of an ara= chnid shaped machine leaping in the air before it struck his face and he bl= acked out. ::=C2=A0

Boarding_Beta= : Organics.=C2=A0

::=C2=A0The humanoid = automaton stood over the unconscious form of Atlantis'=C2=A0form= er Chief Security and Tactical officer as the spider bots scrambled back up= its chassis to lock into the places they'd left to bring the stubborn = Al-Leyan down. It reached down, hefting up the massive weight of the organi= c that would take two or three of the carbon based security on this ship to= move. It slung him over its shoulder, wedged in between the oversized disr= uptor cannon that was retracted on its back and turned with cold mechanical= intent before carrying Toryn Raga out of the Pheonix's Engineer= ing room to the small craft it had been brought here on. ::


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Lieutenant Commander Toryn Raga=C2=A0
Mission = Specialist
USS Atlantis NCC-74682
PodCast= Team
Atlantis Staff Member
Writer ID: A2= 39410TR0

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