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Marlene had been crouched down, and when the explosion hit, she was merely knocked off balance, falling onto her rear. Her eyes scanned the area, looking for injuries or casualties.

She saw the Captain hit his head, and when she regained her sense of balance, she pushed herself to her feet, rushing to his side.

“Captain, can you hear me?” She asked, taking his head in her hands gently.

-Lt. Marlene Judas, CMO

The Captain’s flickered as he slowly regained consciousness.

Cadet Polis picked himself up off the floor of the shuttlepod and regained his composure. He could see the Captain, unconscious but being tended too. He taped his communicator, “Polis to Treyarch, if we cannot blow out the shuttlebay, I may be able to hold both aliens in place.. but only for a short while. I need them close together in front of the Pod. Can you do that?” Polis powered up the controls for the pods tractor beam. 20% power, more then enough for the plan he had. The control panel cherped as he accessed the system and reversed the polarity. The system display read ‘standing by’ and Polis did the same, his finger on the button. This would only work as a surprise once.

Cadet Polis, security

Johnson’s eyes opened, but his head was dizzy. He tested his right hand almost instinctually, making sure it was responding properly. “Aliss? The Drachin?”

Johnson quickly tried to recall what had happened before the explosion. “Wait, what is Cadet Polis doing?” he asked, groaning - whether because of his head or Polis, no one would be sure.

-Captain Johnson, CO

Polis could see the Captain waking. Aliss had him dragged to cover but he could also see something they could not. The larger of the Drachin was approaching them from their blind spot. Good thing was it was directly in front of the shuttlepod. Bad thing, it was only one of them. Polis had no other choice. He activated the tractor beam controls…

By reversing the polarity, he had now turned the tractor beam into a repulser beam. A blue light of energy shot out from the pod at the Drachin pushing it across the room and holding it in place a foot or two above the floor. Control claxons began to go off inside the pod. Power was draining fast. “Polis to the Captain. This will only hold for a minute. What do we do next?” Polis was out of ideas, for the moment.

Cadet Polis, Security

The focus turned. The Drachin had another enemy again. The shuttle. The creatures were not as much corporeal as ‘corporeal energy’ and as the repulsor struck the one it was pushed back inasmuch as energy versus energy allowed. Was it hanging in the air? That was uncertain in the twilight light in the Bay. What was certain was that Polis had made it mad. It pushed against the beam, sparks and energy shooting from it and highlighting it in a blaze of energy. It also made it a visible target.

What was unexpected was the other Drachin suddenly appearing at the side of the shuttle, clamping onto it and discharging its own energy at it. The shuttle (and itself) lit up as much as the other in a cascade of energy surrounding it and the shuttle. Inside, Polis found himself getting hot, and the energy ‘leaking’ through from the Drachin and coursing down corners and along the ceiling like fingers of fire. His console sparked, discharges connecting with his fingers and throwing him back, shaking on the deck, fingers and one hand burned.

Aliss saw the creatures and shouted, “Targets!” and fired at the one at the shuttle with a sustained blast.

Wookiee

OOC: They are burns .. nothing permanent damage but something second degree which can be healed

Johnson’s head cleared, but he realized his plan was coming into shambles. He couldn’t vent the shuttle bay until Polis was rescued…

He moved Judas’s green hand aside to get a better idea of the tactical situation. “Aliss, Treyarch, keep focusing your phasers on the Drachin trapping Polis. Judas, start distracting the other one if it is able to free itself.”

Johnson tapped his communicator as he went down under cover again. =/\= Bridge, how are transporters? I need an emergency medical transport for Cadet Polis. =/\=

-Captain Johnson, CO

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