Posted by Lieutenant Duncan Rhodes (Chief Science Officer) in Runabout Fenrir - “Scattered Memories”

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Toveka Brine (Science Officer) in Runabout Fenrir - “Scattered Memories”

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Toveka Brine (Science Officer) in Runabout Fenrir - “Scattered Memories”
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She moved to head out first. If he was holding the prize, it was her job to see to their safety. She made sure they had all the equipment and scanners they had come with after taking a final scan of the fixture the odd power supply had come out of. She would probably need to reconstruct the holding base and the hook up if she wanted to get it working on the Outpost. As she waited for his nod of being ready, she headed towards the opening and started to move thru it to make their way back to the shuttle.

Toveka
Scientist

“Lets go.” Duncan said, and disengaged the magnetic link from his boots to the floor plating allowing him to float. A short blast of their suits thrusters and the two tomb raiders rose and headed through the hole in the side of the fuselage.

Outside, the scene had changed slightly. The destruction of the Romulan home world had left a mighty spectacle of debris scattered throughout the system, and the gravity well that had kept the hulk of the Romulan Warbird in place and locked the local debris to it had somehow been released with their acquisition of the artifact. Now, the chunks of rock that had at one time been planet or moon were moving as if ripples in a pond had swept past them and beyond that ripple, their runabout sat precariously among the rocks. “Watch the debris, Brine.” Duncan ordered as they set their thrusters in motion to return to the runabout, and he found he had to continuously adjust his heading as his suits proximity warning indicator beeped almost as fast as he adjusted for the previous one.

Lt Rhodes, CSO

“We have them on sensors, Captain.” The Klingon Bird-of-Prey’s Tactical Officer noted as the two figures appeared on his screen. “They have an item, the energy readings it is giving off, are impossible.”

Khain came to his feet, not the tallest Klingon by far on his Bridge but most certainly the one with the biggest presence. A few steps across the Khazad’hea’s clean and tidy, sophisticated Bridge and his one eye was looking over the Tactical Officers shoulder. “Check those readings,” he ordered, then turned and moved to the view screen. The Tactical Officer knew the expectation and the image of the two had appeared before Khain stopped walking. “The readings are confirmed, Captain. Whatever they have, the power is of a level we haven’t recorded from any manufactured source.” At that, Khain turned and looked at the Tactical Officer, the eyebrow above his eye-patch raised in a question that the Tactical Officer had no time to answer.

“Two ships on sensors, Captain,” his Science Officer called out, “they haven’t detected us through our cloak, but they de-cloaked themselves as they approached the energy well. They appear to be small fighters, Romulan design.”

Khain swung back to the screen and raised a hand, clenching his fist as he did so and the Khazad’hea instantly fell into Battle Stations. “Can the Starfleet Away Team see them?” The Tactical Officer shook his head, “Not through the energy well, they still cannot transport to the Runabout either but they will reach it before the Romulans reach them. We are out of weapons range as well Captain, and there is too much debris to launch a torpedo accurately.”

Khain grunted as if that mattered little. “Hold position,” was all he said.

Captain Khain
Captain of the IKS Khazad’hea

Toveka frowned. “Duncan!?” The warning from her was genuine enough that she didn’t realize she had used his first name. “Something happened. Can you see?” She glanced over her shoulder and noticed he was nearly hit, twice.

Moving back to him, she shook her head. “We need to be careful. Whatever happened I am now certain it wasn’t natural.” She pulled out her phaser and used it on setting two to deflect debris coming at Duncan’s back. “Come on… I’ll clear the way. Stay close…” She turned and lined herself up between him and the shuttle. Moving forward was a bit slower, but she tried her best to keep the debris away from them as they moved towards the shuttle.

Both of them oblivious to the trip of ships watching them.

Toveka
Science

OOC: It’s been a while, but with Mel leaving for a bit I’ll carry on this thread myself and finish it off. When she can return, it’ll be after this thread and the results

IC: It took minutes but finally the two were back in the Runabout, airlock closed and Duncan removed his helmet. “Get that safely secured, I’ll get us headed out of here.” He told the woman and turned for the pilots seat.

Sitting down he began to check the systems off for damage, and then noted the flashing blips on his sensor screen. Touching the LCARS display he brought up the image on screen, they were still too far away through the debris field for a visual. The clear image of two Romulan fighter craft heading towards them stared back at them.

“Well, that is a problem.” His tone was calm and matter of fact as he flicked the autopilot off. “Toveka, we have company and I do not think they want to comment on the weather.” He called out behind him, then hit the impulse engines into life and got the Runabout moving.

Lt Duncan Rhodes, CSO

He brought the Runabout around just as one of the asteroids beside them exploded into fragments as Romulan disruptor fire hit it from the lead fighter, it was close, but Duncan rolled the Runabout and hit the thrusters to let the larger ship slide behind another Asteroid as it gained speed in the field of debris and energy eddies.

On his screen he saw the two fighters split in different directions, trying to cut off his escape so they could come at him from different angles he couldn’t hope to hide from. “Where the heck did they come from,” he muttered under his breath as he angled the Runabout away from them and towards another clump of asteroids. He knew his shields were stronger than the fighters, and his own weapons were more powerful but they had him in thrust and maneuverability. He had to keep them moving and dodging hazards if he wanted to keep his own ship together long enough to jump to warp when clear of the debris.

Another asteroid exploded beneath him as he turned, then one to his starboard as the second fighter opened fire. “Dammit!” A shot hit the runabout but the shields held, only surface damage resulting that wasn’t going to cause a problem yet. Twisting the larger craft Duncan pulled it into a hard turn around a big rock, almost skimming the surface and praying he had the drift worked out right as the big asteroid blocked both him and the smaller ships from each others sensors. Ahead of him he noted the dark silouette of one of the fighters boost past as it tried to cut him off, and he rolled again so that the bigger Runabout’s nose turned towards it as it drifted past searching for him, the pilot had underestimated the tightness of Duncan’s turn.

His fingers moved over the controls as is eyes followed the small Romulan fighter, and not a second later the familiar beam of a Starfleet Phaser cut through the distance between them, multiple pulses from the beam weapon finding their mark on the lightly shielded craft which exploded in a bright flash that quickly vanished, only brightly glowing plasma from the wreckage drifting in it’s place that would cool in minutes.

“One down, one left. Hold on to something!” Duncan called back to Toveka, hoping the device they found was secure at least. He twisted the big ship again, looking to place as many asteroids between them and the last fighter as he could until he found another break. It never came as the first fighter appeared to take more care than the second, it held off and scored hits on the Runabout that brought its shields dangerously low and resulted in loss of power to a series of thrusters that meant Duncan had to resort to the same maneuvers to avoid it, and these finally meant the Romulan fighter caught onto the pattern.

Duncan threw the Runabout into another turn as the fighter came at them again, more rocks exploding near where they would have been as Duncan hit the thrusters and pushed the Runabout into a last ditch slide, feeling the Disruptors of the smaller craft reaching out and finding their mark on his hull. Duncan knew what that meant at this point, and he swore, loudly and viciously as he opened fire with his own Phasers, determined to take this last Romulan down with him as his thoughts turned to Lily and what might have been. He could see her face, hear her laugh as around him consoles exploded, the computer declared that his own weapons were offline and told him of hull breaches as the disruptors tore the Fenrir apart. Duncans world seemed to drop into slow motion as his eyes watched the fighter and it’s weapons reaching out to him with an odd feeling of sadness. He wasn’t afraid, or angry. He was going to leave Lily, and in his heart he felt as if somehow that was betraying her and the feelings of love that he had found he had. It was guilt he felt, that she would never know he loved her. He had never said the words.

The console he was sitting at exploded in front of him, and he felt an odd sense of disconnection as he was thrown backwards out of the pilots seat. He could feel the burn on his skin as the Plasma took hold, felt his chest tighten as metal in his lungs made it hard to breathe. Duncan could feel the warmth of his own blood as it filled his mouth and the flames licked at his legs and arms while the Romulan fighter kept shooting at him. Yet he could see only Lily’s face as a bright light filled his vision and the air around him suddenly went cold, the breath sucked from his collapsed lungs.

Lt Duncan Rhodes, CSO